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   Last part.  Hope I did this right.  First time doing this, but it's
novel length.

   Thanks.

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   INTERSTELLAR RELATIONS

   By Free2c0mmunicate
<a href="mailto:Free2c0mmunicate@yahoo.com">Free2c0mmunicate@yahoo.com</a>
Distribution: Commercial use prohibited.  Copyright retained by
   Author.  May be distributed by anyone as long as no text is changed, the
details of authorship are retained, and the process of distribution makes
no money for the distributor.

   Typical internet story disclaimer: In the 2000's, unlike the 2600's,
unprotected anal sex is very dangerous, so don't do it.  After exchanging
blood test results, use protection and you may experience the most intimate
and intense sex you've ever known.  To ease your way into doing anal, test
a little with your finger sometime in the shower...and if you like it, try
a smooth object...and then you know what to do after that.

   There's something for everyone in the way of sex genres a 400 page story
of sexual awakening needs that but just to let you know, it does NOT
contain incest, minors, or bestiality (at least, not unless sentient adult
aliens are beasts!) Please forgive any small parts that squick you since
there are bound to be some.

   The story is about a male Earthling who goes to another planet for a
technology exchange and meets a new and unusual girlfriend.  The background
sci-fi story is shamelessly intended to increase the plausibility of the
sex scenes.  The threading was inspired somewhat by 1001 Nights flashbacks
and voyeur scenes are a very useful device.  It's book length and I tried
to maintain a coherent story that combines nearly-legitimate sci-fi with
stroke material.  If you want to give me a literature award I'll accept it,
but what I really want is for you to read this story and get yourself off
to it.  You'll note that our protagonist's name is never mentioned that's
to make it easier to imagine it's you.  There are also no curse words it
was a challenge and when I was done, that somehow made it feel even
dirtier. If I made you hard or wet, jack off or jill off, I'd love to hear
about it, preferably in detail.  I want for all sentient beings in the
universe to come and come again.  So suspend your disbelief, get some
tissues, and get ready to blast off!

   Free2c0mmunicate@yahoo.com

   Part 4 of 4

   We woke up excited.  We had a 9:00 shuttle flight to the moon to catch.
With replication technology and remote keys for virtual item files, there
wasn't much to pack easier to replicate stuff than to carry it.  We arrived
at the public spaceport with time to spare.  All sorts of Glapis were going
about their business completely unaware of the desperate situation their
Earth visitors had just been through.

   There was a last minute gift shop featuring multimedia entertainment
codes and premium replicator patterns.  A stand offered typical Glapi
fruits in a cup and also displayed "Jumbo slee fish on a stick," which was
creepy looking, stunk, and looked like it had been spitted and roasted
alive.

   I couldn't help examining the women's backsides.  We walked for a while
behind a Glapi in a skintight shiny white jumpsuit and I watched her wiggle
seductively.  She had the kind of cheeks I like best larger at the bottom
and tapered up to a trim waist.  Shan-dra asked me, "Do you like that?"

   I said, "Yes." I knew she wasn't offended and wouldn't feel jealous.

   Shan-dra said, "She's nice and rounded...do you think she gets a lot of
action?"

   I said, "No.  For an Earth woman she'd be great curvy and just the right
amount of fat to give her a nice shape but I think she's using a tight
outfit to give the impression that her buttocks are firmer than they really
are."

   Shan-dra said, "Can a man tell?"

   I said, "Yes, Glapi males probably can judge even better, but what I see
is a slight jiggle as her legs move and drag her glutes around with them
she has a nice shape but she's too soft."

   Shan-dra said, "Now that you mention it, I see it too.  Pretty good
strategy on her part though." She pointed to another woman.  "What do you
think of her?"

   I looked and then realized what I was seeing.  "She's pushing an
anti-gravity baby carriage...not very sexy."

   "Yes, but that means someone out there liked her and she really liked
him too."

   "What would make her decide to truly complete the cycle?"

   She said, "Instinct...you just know...attraction plays a part but our
scientists think that the body seeks out compatible immune systems that
will produce disease-resistant offspring.  It might be determined by
something in the smell of the partner's sweat."

   I said, "Her buns look a little big and sloppy...wouldn't a Glapi work
really hard on that after her pregnancy?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes, but not right away.  Think about it how likely is
it that a man will think he has a chance at a return when the woman is
caring for an infant?  So her body is focusing on repairing any damage from
the stress of pregnancy, and then the weight comes off afterwards."

   I said, "The average woman must have a little over 2 children in her
life to maintain the population.  How does a mother start having sex
again?"

   Shan-dra said, "Instinctively, a man's body knows that a woman who gets
pregnant once will probably do it again...and any woman with a child must
sometimes do the return.  So being a mother is ultimately neutral it
doesn't make a woman get more or less copulations."

   We reached the gate.  An attendant was verifying reservations with
biometrics and then motioning the passengers to board.  Inside were about
30 rows of seats with 2 on each side of an aisle.  We sat down and buckled
up.

   Shan-dra said, "Does it feel strange to fly as a passenger and on an
ordinary shuttle?"

   I said, "Yes.  I know small craft are more dangerous statistically but
at least you feel like you're in control."

   We held hands.  The pilot announced, "We're 3rd in the queue, so please
take your seats and we'll get started." I rubbed Shan-dra's hand with my
fingers.  We saw the last few passengers sit down and fasten their
seatbelts.  I whispered into Shan-dra's ear, "They're sitting on their
behinds...just cushions right now...the seat of all our desires."

   We giggled.

   Shan-dra whispered back, "You're making me horny...I wish my penis was
in your hole right now."

   I whispered, "Does it excite you that we can't do anything about it
right now?"

   Shan-dra whispered, "Sort of...it's frustrating...it feels so good to
come...from any method...."

   I looked and the flap of her pants was just barely hiding a bulge.  I
shivered for a moment...she was getting hard because she was thinking about
putting that into my rectum...it looked so big pushing against her pants.

   We felt the ship lurch slightly and squeezed each other's hands.  I
looked out the window and saw wisps of clouds and then they thinned out and
I saw stars.  I had seen stars before and seen Glapi from the sky before,
but this time I was a passenger and could safely look around as much as I
wanted...and then I remembered that I was riding with a beautiful woman.  I
turned away from the portal to gaze on Shan-dra's face.  She had slightly
curled her deep yellow hair and used a bluish eye shadow to bring out her
eyes.  I leaned over and kissed her again.

   I marveled at the smooth ride.  Shan-dra said, "Our short-distance ships
handle better than Earth's it's the gravity control technology
again...Earth is going to be able to do so much with that...and Glapis are
going to travel further and faster between the stars with the transdrive
engines."

   I said, "I think we've gained more from this than either of our
planets."

   Shan-dra said, "I know I'd rather have you than a transdrive." We
kissed.

   I said, "If gravity pulls us together I don't want antigravity." We
giggled.

   A flight attendant machine appeared next to our seats.  "Something to
drink madam?"

   Shan-dra said, "Do you have gulilitee juice?"

   I realized that a fruit unique to Glapi was one of the few things my
universal translator couldn't handle.  The attendant produced the juice,
and I wondered whether the ship somehow carried it or the attendant had a
small replicator built into it.

   "And for you sir?"

   I said, "I'll just have water please."

   The attendant asked, "Would either of you like a snack?"

   Shan-dra asked, "What is it?"

   The attendant said, in a cheery upbeat voice, "Scorched slee fish!"

   Shan-dra said, "Yummy."

   I said, "I don't care for any, thanks."

   The attendant continued down the aisle.  I looked at Shan-dra's tray and
there were some small fish on it.  They were blackened and it looked like
their eyes had burst.

   Shan-dra said pointed and said, "Look, such a great idea!  The thrashing
from exposure to flame causes the muscles to crack off the singed scales as
it writhes in agony...much easier to eat this way." She picked one up and
peeled it and then ate it.

   I hoped she wouldn't have fish breath.  I asked, "Is that going to give
you slee-breath?"

   She said, "No, I have some neutralizer candies with me."

   I said, "Good, because I want to kiss you a lot today."

   I looked up at the in-flight video system.  It was giving an ETA and
showing a 2-dimensional version of our flight path.  I could see we were
already nearing the moon.  I closed my eyes and rested while Shan-dra
finished her awful snack.

   I heard Shan-dra saying, "Wake up, we're here!" I hadn't even felt the
ship slowing to a stop, probably the gravity control again.

   We walked off the ship and into a moon dome.  The colonies were often
underground or otherwise protected but open areas exposed to the stars were
used as forums or tourist locations.  A quick tube ride brought us to the
Museum of Getting Off.

   Shan-dra said, "This is our stop...time to get off."

   I laughed.

   Shan-dra said, "I hope this is going to be very interesting for
you...erotic...disconcerting...educational all at once."

   The outside had no decoration except the sign, which looked like Earth
letters to me but I knew they weren't.  Inside was a typical museum lobby.
The tickets had proximity tags so there was no need to actually show them
to anyone.  There was a statue of an upright stylized penis with a ring
floating midway along it and not actually touching it.  Shan-dra looked at
the statue and said, "Subtle."

   Displays on the walls showed the available exhibits.  Shan-dra asked,
"What do you want to see first?"

   I said, "Could I just take a look at your derriere?  That should be in
every museum as an example for other women to live up to."

   Shan-dra turned around and I looked down to get an eyeful.  None of the
other visitors paid any attention to us.  I admired the roundness...so
beautiful...made for sex...mine...so firm against the shiny gold material.
I said, "Ok...that should hold me for at least a few minutes."

   Shan-dra giggled.  "Let's look at something scary first...this one will
keep you up at night and I don't mean it'll keep you hard!"

   The doors were marked, "Dying for sex." We went into a room with soft
indirect lighting and a series of displays.  We stopped at the first one
and it detected our presence.  A narrator voice said, "Here we see the
ululwee, an ocean-dwelling creature on Glapi."

   I looked and saw an animated scene showing something with a blob and
tentacles.

   The voice continued, "The ululwee only mates once in its life.  After
growing for several years from the larval stage, it puts all of its energy
into a single reproductive event."

   I saw tiny versions of the creatures grow bigger and then act like they
were hunting around.

   "There is pressure to choose wisely...males compete for the best
females, but they cannot afford to really hurt each other...both sexes try
to choose a partner of the appropriate age too young and there isn't enough
stored energy, but at some point the potential mate completes the cycle and
dies."

   I saw the larger ones seeking other larger ones.

   "Females want a male with good genes and signs of still having most of
his energy after any competition with other males that will be an efficient
and therefore fitter male.  Here we see a pair getting ready to mate.  It
is instinct...they cannot avoid it even though it will be fatal...and they
most likely don't even know that their intelligence is too low for them to
see other matings and remember the outcome."

   I saw two of the large creatures move to the foreground of the display.

   "The male seizes the female with his tentacles.  If she agrees to the
pairing, she doesn't struggle and they begin floating through the water
together.  Otherwise she can usually free herself."

   I watched the creatures embrace.

   "The male forces his copulatory organ into the female, tearing her
reproductive opening in the process."

   I saw the male ululwee push its oversized penis against the female and
then appear to almost merge with her body.

   "Note that the female is being permanently injured but does not resist.
They have agreed to mate and will finish the act."

   The male's body seemed to be getting smaller.

   "The female receives the male's sperm and most of his body into her
reproductive compartment.  He willingly forces most of his own organs out
of his body to give the female a large windfall of protein and energy to
sustain her through her own coming ordeal."

   I cringed and reached out to touch Shan-dra.  The male shrunk until only
a small section of his body connecting the shriveled tentacles remained.

   "Once she has his sperm and feels the flow of his innards stop, the
female uses her tentacles to push away the remains of the male as he dies."

   Shan-dra lightly clawed me with her fingers and I jumped.

   "The opening in the female closes over and her body filters the sperm
from the nourishment.  The female no longer feeds and only moves to avoid
predators.  Over a period of several weeks, the many larvae use the male's
body for food as they grow."

   The female began to bulge.

   "It is thought that the constant exposure to foreign cells from the male
weakens the female's body.  The larvae have material from both parents and
are unharmed.  Towards the end, the larvae begin to consume the female from
the inside out."

   The diorama showed what looked like squirming spheres inside the female.

   "This is the most dangerous time the female cannot defend herself from
outside threats yet the larvae are still trapped inside of her."

   I saw the creature bulge and float aimlessly.

   "Finally, the larvae cause the body wall to rupture and as the female
dies they exit into the water to grow into adults which will someday
sacrifice themselves to keep the cycle going."

   I said, "Yuck."

   Shan-dra said, "Creepy, isn't it?"

   I said, "Makes me want to be a slee fish instead."

   As the larvae spread out and got smaller in the display, the narration
continued.  "The ululwee is a simple life form.  It does not know what it
is doing.  There is no need for its body to provide pleasure during its one
lifetime copulation.  It probably feels a compulsion to cooperate with the
breeding method of its species and is encouraged to complete the process by
a small neural feedback loop that keeps telling its small brain that it is
doing the right thing.  They never feel sexual pleasure and relief, yet
their DNA forces their disposable somas to join."

   The enclosure went dark.  Shan-dra said, "Reproduction for them comes at
the price of their life...yet the ones that don't die this way get eaten by
predators without an opportunity for replacement...so the survivors are
always the ones whose ancestors literally gave sex their all."

   We moved to the next display, holding clammy hands.

   The diorama showed stars as it said, "There are billions of stars...in
our neighborhood of space, many of the planets have a humanoid species at
the top of their food chain.  Some, however, have developed sentient life
forms independently of the seeding."

   The display showed what looked like an anthropomorphic caterpillar with
an expression that looked like sexual leering on its sensor end.  "Each of
these separately-evolved sentient beings brings the reproductive baggage of
its underlying type of animal.  A sentient insectoid remains likely to
produce large numbers of young that it does not feed or protect." The
display showed what looked like a roach spewing little roaches that ran in
different directions.

   Shan-dra said, "Now it gets sick."

   We saw a land-dwelling being that looked a lot like an octopus but
seemed to have two tentacles that were more developed and ended in
opposable branches.  It was wearing a kind of multi-legged suit.  The
narration continued, "What if a sentient species developed from an organism
that experiences fatal one-time mating?" The octopus was comically chased
by another one with an enormous penis.  "This sometimes happens, and it's
an awkward situation." The one with the penis humped the other and then
they exploded into a cloud of little octopi.

   "This presents a problem for maintaining the intelligence and sentience
of such species the pinnacle of success is to complete an act of
reproductive suicide in the right time and place and with the right
partner. But sentient beings know they can die and they try to avoid it."
The display showed a murky figure chasing what looked like a bipedal
cockroach.  "An additional problem is that the fittest individuals can have
a tendency to expire when they are at their most capable and most useful to
their civilizations." A creature with four legs and a long tongue was given
a decoration for achievement and then it grabbed another one and they both
exploded into little copies of themselves.

   "The solution for space-faring societies is to extend their natural
reproductive cycle.  Typically, close relatives take care of the young out
of biological self-interest that is how knowledge can build up over years
to allow for advanced technology.  For faster knowledge gains, the young
are cared for by specialized societal institutions." I saw robots placing
some kind of larvae into incubators.  "That still leaves the problem of
individuals having to sacrifice themselves to reproduce even though they
are self-aware and know they will die in the process.  Typically,
individuals wait until the last moment that their bodies will still be able
to mate successfully." Two male and female stylized fish with hair
gradually had their hair turn gray and then they merged and exploded.

   Shan-dra said, "Frightening, isn't it?"

   I said, "Yes...this is creepy."

   The narration continued, "So we must ask, what is the reward for
compliance?  Why, other than the obvious fact that only cooperative
individuals leave descendants, do they mate for that one time?" Shan-dra
made two humping motions at me and then pretended to cut her throat with
her fingers.  "There is usually an elaborate social ritual to reassure both
the living and those who are about to die." I saw scaly bipeds dancing
around two that were sitting in chairs as elaborate as thrones.  "There
can't be a memory of enjoying previous matings, and individuals have to be
relatively free of lust in their daily lives just to survive.  Typically,
there is a gland that secretes a communication that it is time.  Sentient
beings can control this using their knowledge of their biology.  But when
it is time, they let it happen." We saw a creature resembling a spider
sniff another one, and then they grabbed each other and exploded.

   "Do such species experience orgasm?  Experiments in which individuals
volunteer to be scanned during the breeding process show that they often
do. The activities that lead to fatal reproduction feel too good for the
participants to stop.  In species where the male is killed by the female or
somehow kills himself in the process, he often experiences a peak of
ecstasy just before his thought impulses cease." The display showed a
ridiculous smiling face on a creepy alien body that grabbed another from
behind.  The face stayed smiling even as the other one bit its head off and
the decapitated body started to make humping motions.  "The female also
experiences pleasure, but only for the steps where her cooperation is
needed.  For example, in species where the young develop inside the female
and then break out, she does not usually enjoy the actual bursting of her
body." An alien body appeared to struggle and its smiling face changed to a
frown and then a scream as its body broke apart and young came squirming
out.  "Sentient species often drug the female for the final stage to keep
her comfortable." Another alien form looked worried as it started to swell
and then a second one gave it an injection and it smiled as its body broke
apart.  The display went dark.

   Shan-dra said, "Makes you shiver, doesn't it?"

   I said, "Yes.  It's almost erotic...almost."

   Shan-dra hugged me and said, "Bang!"

   I kissed her as we laughed.

   I asked, "If you only got to have sex once in your life, would you
rather penetrate or receive?"

   Shan-dra said, "That's a very interesting question...if I penetrated, it
would probably feel really good since that's the only way I'd finish the
act.  But the receiving partner can just close its eyes and wait...maybe
that's easier than doing something you know will kill you at least you
don't have to initiate the process...on the other hand, with species like
that, the penetrating partner experiences a final ecstasy, while the
receiving partner is often cheated by evolution and dies in agony."

   I said, "Let's see what's next."

   Shan-dra said, "This is the most frightening part."

   We walked to a third display area.

   I said, "This looks like...."

   Shan-dra completed it, "Humanoids.  Yes."

   I asked, "How can that be?  We have one young at a time...they need a
lot of care."

   Shan-dra said, "This is just one weird case."

   The display lit up.  "Chillingly, there is a known example of humanoids
that experience fatal mating."

   I saw what looked like a thin man and woman of about the same height, a
little under 2 meters.  Their features were a little harsh by Earth
standards but if the Glapi belief that the galaxy was deliberately seeded
is true, they certainly came from the same original stock.

   The narrator continued.  "On the planet Lurfthan, sexual intercourse is
extremely rare and is only performed one time in each individual's life. 
In order to preserve life until the time of breeding, the individuals are
very uninterested in sex and do not even masturbate.  Since the birth is
fatal, there's no need for the female to have wide hip bones, so instead
she is designed to run just as well as a male."

   I noticed that the woman had thin hips that were almost flat with her
sides no waist.

   "The male, for his part, does not need to compete with other males much,
and there is no need to impress females enough to secure repeated
copulations.  His body therefore invests little of its resources in his
penis, which is a mere spike compared to those of typical humanoids."

   I saw the male, apparently a volunteer of some kind, hold up an erection
about as large as a child's drawing sticks.

   "We do not fully understand how this came about.  They are sentient and
have elaborate societies, but they are so far incapable of interstellar
travel.  Individual mating pairs are completely dependent on relatives
raising their children.  The relatives, in turn, are obliged by evolution
to make their efforts with those copies of their DNA that they can assist
while they themselves are still alive."

   The diorama showed shadowy matings and then other shadows carried off
what were presumably the offspring.

   "Like many other examples of interesting sexual evolution, this one is
related to the immune systems.  Their males and females are allergic to
each other's systems.  Experiments conducted by their scientists have shown
that blood transfusions are impossible and that any contact with major
bodily fluids from another individual is extremely dangerous. 
Unfortunately for them, reproduction requires intimate contact with another
person."

   The screen showed what looked like a real couple they were not stylized
animations in a comfortable room with a sleeping pad and a table containing
unidentified accessories.  They looked nervous.  They were wearing robes
and did not look as dimorphic as Earth people or Glapis.

   "Great pains are taken to avoid sex until the proper time.  The couples
will generally be older adults and will have made elaborate negotiated
arrangements for the support of their progeny.  In this rare footage, you
will see Lurfthanian mating."

   The man and woman approached each other standing up.  They embraced and
their faces showed a mix of sorrow and joy.  They stepped apart and
simultaneously let their robes fall onto the floor.  The man had small
genitals, as described.  The woman had an opening similar to an Earth
vagina but she was skinny and not very attractive to me.

   "The couple hugs and consoles each other about what they are going to
do. At this point they can still back out from a biological perspective."

   I naturally took a look at the woman's buttocks.  They were small and
flat and a little flabby, just enough flesh to move her legs when she
walked and protect her hip bones when she sat down.

   "The female lies on her back with her legs apart and the male proceeds
to stimulate her genitals with his mouth.  As she becomes aroused and he
swallows some of her secretions, they reach a point of no return.  Note her
complete lack of mammary glands she won't be nursing her children."

   I saw the man licking away as if he was eating candy while the woman
writhed in pleasure.

   "The male becomes intoxicated by the juices leaking from the woman's
sexual opening.  The woman develops an overwhelming urge to accept his
penis into her body.  A faint glimmer of sentient awareness remains in the
male but he rears up onto his knees almost by reflex."

   I saw the male get onto his knees.  His little spike was fully erect. 
He was trembling from fear but he couldn't turn away.

   "The female makes no attempt to escape her fate.  She takes a last look
at the man and turns her back to him.  She gets up on all fours to present
her now swollen and overwhelmingly attractive rump."

   I saw the female now had large inflamed red and blue swellings on her
buttocks like some species of monkeys on Earth.

   "The male cannot resist this sight."

   I saw the male hesitate, as if he was having second thoughts, and then
he seized the female by the hips and humped against her until his tiny
penis hooked into her hole.  She rolled her head around with intense
feeling as he furiously gave her all he had.

   "They are doomed and their conscious sentient minds want to revolt, but
evolution has taken care to make sure they cannot stop.  Tests of
neurological function in volunteers have shown that the female is in a
relaxed state of bliss she feels too good to stop, and she goes into a
dreaming state.  The male is forced to stay inside the female once his
penis touches her secretions...if he withdraws, he will feel a pain similar
to being burned by fire until he exposes his penis to her secretions by
re-inserting it...if he continues, he receives extreme pleasure...it is
typical for his sentient mind to return several times during the copulation
and try to save itself by withdrawing, but he shows obvious pain and
quickly resumes his thrusting...soon he stops trying to resist and enters a
dreaming state as his body continues to move his penis in and out of the
female."

   I saw the male struggle, look like he was howling in pain, and then
immediately mount the female again.  After thrusting for a minute or so, he
tried to withdraw again and endure it but he couldn't.

   "It is believed that the lengthy copulation is intended to ensure that
the couple are really mating and not just experiencing casual contact or
friction on their genitals or dirty dreams.  After about 30 minutes, brain
scans have shown that the couple regains consciousness.  The regions of
their brains that determine the 'fight or flight' response light up."

   I saw the female look terrified and try to crawl forward to disengage,
but the male seized her and held her in place.  She struggled fruitlessly
and began to cry.

   "The male's conscious mind realizes he is going to die if his penis
opens up to disgorge its contents into the female.  He tries to withdraw,
but the searing pain forces him to put his penis back into the deadly
chamber.  Sensors show that he is rewarded with pleasure for giving in and
punished with severe pain whenever he tries to resist.  He struggles but it
does no good he is the descendant of a long line of males who could not
save themselves."

   I saw the male try to withdraw and then frenziedly jam all the way back
in.  He removed his hands from the female's hips and withdrew as she hopped
forward.  As if being stung by bees, he leaped onto her back and jammed his
penis inside again.

   "She tries to escape but it is no use.  Her body wants to collect his
semen and it betrays her with waves of pleasure that interfere with her
conscious resistance.  The male has been weakened by his struggles and it
seems so easy for him to accept the pleasure instead of being hurt again.
They begin to move their bodies together in a steady rhythm."

   The couple looked relaxed now.  The man ground away at the woman with a
satisfied look on his face as she rested her head on her hands to get her
backside higher and let him penetrate fully.

   "The male's pleasure is building.  His body begins to convulse as his
neurons all fire at once.  He digs his fingernails into the woman's hips
hard enough to draw blood so that she has no chance of escaping.  He begins
an intense ejaculation that lasts for two minutes and causes his penis to
split open."

   I saw the male jam his hips against the female and throw his head back
in ecstasy.  After he had literally spent himself into her, he withdrew and
appeared to be itching as hives appeared on his skin.

   "The male feels a dull pleasure that keeps him from harming the female
as a severe allergic reaction sets in and he collapses.  The female
instinctively gets away from him to guarantee her safety in case he lashes
out.  Measurements have shown that he feels a mixture of pleasure and pain
as his airways swell up and he suffocates.  The female puts her robe back
on and calls for assistance."

   I saw the male appear to be choking and as he thrashed around he fell
onto the floor.  His naked body began to turn blue but his face showed a
grimace of sexual pleasure.  When the pair of male and female helpers
arrived, they checked to make sure he was unconscious.  The female
assistant gave him an injection and his body first tensed up and then went
limp.

   "The male's part of the procreation work is completed.  He is dead.  The
woman is temporarily resistant to any allergic reaction.  Her body
encapsulates the material transferred from his body.  She must rest now and
she enters a deep sleep."

   The woman lay down on the bed and appeared to fall asleep on her
stomach.

   "The female spends the next four or five months waiting for her body to
produce all of the babies she will ever have.  There are typically from 5
to 8, all of them small compared to the typical humanoid.  She is tended
and fed by relatives.  Her body produces a mild intoxicant to keep her from
moving around or harming herself."

   The woman looked comfortable but dazed.  The screen dissolved to another
scene.

   "Near the end of the gestation, the woman swells enough to feel
significant discomfort.  She will experience moments of nearly full
consciousness when the pain overcomes the pacifying substances."

   I saw the woman try to sit up and then she fell back down.  Her belly
was huge and distended.  Her buttocks looked flat; presumably because she
hadn't walked in months.

   "Towards the end, her body causes her to experience erotic
thoughts...scanning has shown that the sexual areas of her brain are highly
active.  Females who experience flashes of consciousness report their minds
filling with memories of how good it felt to have sex.  It is believed that
this occurs so that the female will not hurt herself or her young when she
would otherwise be feeling pain."

   The woman looked as if she was masturbating and enjoying herself.  Then
she began to look scared and propped herself up on her back with her
enormous stomach area facing up.  Other people who resembled her filled the
room.  She started crying and her face reddened.

   "The female reflects on her doom as the birthing begins.  She will use
her last energy to expel her offspring from her womb.  The whole process is
pleasant as long as she cooperates.  Many females simply relax and let the
process complete.  This one struggles at first."

   I saw the female thrashing around to the extent that she could.  There
was no sound but she appeared to be screaming.  One of her relatives
caressed her head with a hand.  She stopped moving.

   "The woman fights with her body for a while but it is hopeless.  The
babies and their protective capsules begin to emerge and her body makes
this feel good.  She relaxes.  Soon she appears to experience ecstasy as
she empties her womb."

   There was a disgusting splashing of blood and babies.  The attending
other adults collected the babies and spirited them away.

   "She regains consciousness and begins to cry again.  The itching starts.
The trauma of birth has mixed too much of her mate's genetic material into
her systems and she develops an allergic reaction just like her mate did.
She will eventually suffocate from swelling in her air passages.  Modern
civilized Lurfthanians often restrain the female at this point and
anesthetize her to death, otherwise she will first experience itching and
hives, then find it difficult to breathe, and then begin to turn blue as
she strangles."

   The timing of the video had clearly been accelerated.  The woman was
clutching at her throat and gasping.  She looked terrified she was not
having some kind of orgasm like I had expected.  She acted like she was
choking painfully and she was instinctively trying to dislodge an imagined
object.  Finally she gave up and fell onto the bed looking up.  Her body
shook and she tried once more to sit up but it was no use.  She lost
consciousness and her body convulsed.

   "The attendants give the woman an injection to hasten her death and then
specialists prepare her body for an elaborate ritual that comforts the
living and assures them that she did not suffer much and that they will be
fine when it is time for them to breed."

   The display went dark.  Shan-dra poked me and I jumped.  She said,
"Really scary, huh?"

   I said, "I'd rather be a slee fish."

   Shan-dra said, "Makes you think...how lucky we are that we can have sex
whenever we want, at least when there's a willing partner."

   I said, "The exhibit does sort of have a point through, aside from its
macabre amusement we all die for sex."

   Shan-dra asked, "What do you mean?"

   I said, "Our sex drive and our sex organs both exist because of the need
to procreate.  The sentient mind receives pleasure because it is
cooperating with the body's need to reproduce...to copy the body before
something happens to it...to shuffle the genes to confuse microbes."

   She said, "So we're able to have sex because we need to replace
ourselves?"

   I said, "Exactly.  I think if we were immortal, we wouldn't get to have
sex."

   She said, "Thus the title of the exhibit, only they take it to extremes
on that planet."

   We held each other tightly and kissed.  I ran my hands down her back and
then pressed them on her buttocks...so distracting...so comforting.  I felt
her little breasts against my chest, ran a hand through her long yellow
hair, and concern for weighty issues was crowded from my mind.

   Shan-dra said, "I'm so glad we're together...let's go see a happier
exhibit!"

   I asked, "Which one?"

   She said, "How about this one?" and pointed to a sign that translated as
"Nuts about Butts".

   I said, "Sounds very interesting."

   She said, "And educational...very educational," and made a mischievous
face.

   We held hands and stepped through the doors.

   Shan-dra said, "This one is less structured we can wander around a
little since it doesn't tell a continuous story."

   I headed for a display that said, "Words for them." This was going to be
tough on my universal translator but since it correctly altered the word
play on the exhibit names I thought it might handle it perhaps by giving me
a near-hallucinatory experience to simulate varying vocabulary but it would
work.

   The narrator machine spoke.  "We all love to talk about buttocks.  Just
saying the words for them is erotic.  I'm going to tell you some of the
many synonyms and their origins.  Point to a word to learn about it."

   The display showed unintelligible squiggles, but they cleared up almost
immediately the translator was struggling.

   Shan-dra said, "Your translator is going to get a real workout.  Maybe
we should begin teaching you the Glapi planetary language soon."

   I said, "I'd like that...I want to stay here with you...I don't want to
go back to Earth.  Would speaking the exact language make talking during
sex more exciting for you?"

   Shan-dra said, "I think so...it might be subtle though."

   I said, "Good.  Let's schedule my first lesson when we get back."

   I pointed at "derriere".

   "Derriere is an old word for 'things in the back'"

   Shan-dra looked over her shoulder and said, "They sure are." She pointed
to "glutes."

   "Glutes is short for 'gluteus maximus', which are the main muscles in
the buttocks and give them much of their shape and definition.  They are
also the source of most of the force for pelvic thrusting during
intercourse, which causes what would otherwise be a dry scientific name to
take on an erotic tone."

   I said, "I find anatomy very interesting...especially yours." We kissed.

   Shan-dra pointed to "tush".

   "Tush is derived from an ancient language and means 'beneath' or
'under'. It is similar to the concept of 'bottom.'"

   I knew the translator device was working overtime on this one definitely
some kind of context-based substitution.  I pointed to "ass".

   "Arguably, mildly offensive slang.  But the word has a strong erotic
connotation.  Derived from an extremely ancient language from which many
other languages originated.

   I said, "Very educational exhibit.  Shall we move on?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes.  How about that one?" and pointed to a sign that
said, "Everyone has a butt."

   The exhibit showed several rear ends.  The narrator said, "All humanoid
species have buttocks.  They are generally rounded and contain muscles with
an overlying layer of fat."

   The display showed skeletons of the pelvic region and bone and then
muscle was added and then fat and then skin.

   "They are almost universally considered arousing by both sexes."

   We saw some masculine and feminine faces, mostly resembling Glapis,
leering.  One flicked her eyes and eyelashes downwards then back up as she
smiled.  A man stared and then panted.

   "The buttocks are arousing because they are a great indicator of a
potential partner's fitness.  A healthy individual will have well-matched
smoothly rounded buttocks with clear definition and a firm tone.  Females
have wider hips and thus proportionately wider buttocks due to the need for
a pelvis wide enough to handle childbirth safely and also due to a tendency
to contain somewhat more fat this serves the dual purpose of both
advertising to the male and storing energy to sustain a pregnancy during
time of famine."

   The display showed women's pelvises and simulated birth the one with the
wider pelvis clearly had an easier time and the one with a very narrow
pelvis looked like she was in pain and then collapsed.  The two survivors
turned their backs to the screen."

   "As you can see, these two women have different pelvises.  Evolution
automatically optimizes the structure of the pelvic bones too wide, and
they become fragile and inhibit the ability to run."

   A large stylized predator approached the women and as they fled the one
with the ridiculously wide ass got eaten.  The remaining woman walked
smiling towards the camera and then turned to show her back.

   "Here we see a healthy woman with a well-proportioned derriere.  Men
will bend over for her because their bodies instinctively know she's built
for survival."

   The woman looked over her shoulder and smiled and winked.

   "What we've shown so far, however, is largely due to good genetics. 
It's also important that a woman eat right and exercise for better overall
health."

   The woman reached for fruits and slee fish as they floated by in the air
around her.

   "For the man watching, you know a nice tight round rear can give you an
uncontrollable urge to let a woman mount you...and yet you can't help
inspecting the backside of every woman you see to decide if she should be
the one."

   I asked Shan-dra, "Does it know I'm here?"

   She said, "Yes.  It adapts to the audience."

   The display showed the back sides of 6 women wearing only thongs.

   "Point to the one you find least desirable."

   I pointed to a big saggy cottage-cheese looking one.

   "Metabolism poor, no exercise...no pride...it's masturbation for her. 
Next one to eliminate?"

   I selected a woman with a flat narrow bottom that looked like it was
just connectors for her legs.

   "Skinny.  You have correctly detected that she is undernourished rather
than tight.  Who's least likely now?"

   I pointed to a woman with a nicely-sized and firm but oddly
square-shaped heiney.

   "See?  You instinctively know that she has a natural firmness but
doesn't exercise properly.  It might indicate a health problem.  Now it
gets much more difficult the remaining three are all attractive.  Who will
be eliminated next?"

   I saw three women I had to admit I might go to bed with...or on the
floor with...or to a lavatory with...they were sexy.  I selected the one
with fairly large yet smooth and firm cheeks.  She looked over her shoulder
and pouted in disappointment and then walked away...I watched for a few
seconds.

   "Two left.  These two are nice, aren't they?"

   I stared at the two sets of buns that were left.  One woman's were small
but rounded and about even at the top and bottom.  I pictured how they'd
look if she was pumping away at me...tight and flexible...squirming but
confident.  The other's were more heart-shaped yet also firm...easy to get
into a fog of lust...and great for a return.  I had to select one to leave
the display.  I pointed and said, "This one."

   The woman with the figure-eight shaped ass twisted away into the
distance.  The remaining woman turned as the narrator said, "You have
picked your date." The museum display had cleverly analyzed Shan-dra
earlier presumably it was programmed to do something different if by chance
she hadn't been selected, and the real Shan-dra hugged me from behind as we
laughed.

   The narrator said, "Men have buttocks too and women really like them. 
It feels great to press against a man's love cushions as his sphincters are
massaging your organ."

   The diorama showed a man get down on his knees.  A woman mounted him
from behind and I saw his face twitch as he reacted to being penetrated. 
She pressed against him hard with an exaggerated in-stroke and seemed to
mouth something affirmative to the camera each time.  Then she went back to
a more regular pumping and they both looked at the camera and smiled.

   "It's clear that the ideal of attractiveness in women's buttocks is
constrained by the need to balance birthing and mobility.  What is it that
determines the attractiveness of a man's buttocks?"

   Four men appeared with their backs facing the screen.  "There are some
absolute constraints caused by his need to share genetic material with his
female relatives.  So he can't be too narrow or too wide.  He also can't
appear feminine.  Fortunately, male and female hormones have allowed for
significant divergence in the growth of men and women, particularly at
puberty, so most men fall within a narrower range than women."

   "Now let's get to the good part.  The thing a woman really wants in a
man's ass is...her penis!"

   A comical note sounded and the men shuffled around.

   "But besides that, some men are more appealing than others.  Genetic
fitness and personal health are appealing to a woman because any man she
mates with might excite her enough to do the return.  Since men don't need
as much of a reserve of fat, any hint of it is a turn-off."

   The man with a fat ass walked away out of sight.

   "Tight firm muscles with just a hint of softness are ideal.  Most women
don't want a man's behind to be hard too the touch."

   A woman approached the men and tapped a blunt tool on one's buttocks and
it made a clinking sound.  She pointed and he walked away and then she
walked away in the other direction.

   "The two remaining men are both desirable.  One is more muscular."

   The man on the left flexed and I heard Shan-dra breathe in.

   "The other is a little softer but also smoother."

   The other man pulled up on one cheek.  Shan-dra made a grabbing and
squeezing motion in the air.

   "At this point it is a matter of taste.  Somewhere deep inside, the
woman's body has reasons for its choice, but it is unlikely that the
individual will understand beyond knowing what she likes."

   The men made like they were trying to advertise themselves.

   The narrator said, "Once they bend over for mounting, muscular men
smooth out and more squeezable men tighten up, making them equally exciting
to ride."

   The men got down on their knees and spread their legs.

   Clearly talking to Shan-dra, the system asked, "Which one would you
rather get behind?"

   Shan-dra pointed to the one who was toned but without visible defined
muscles.

   The narrator said, "You have chosen a man similar in build to your
date."

   I asked Shan-dra, "Does that mean I have a soft ass?"

   Shan-dra said, "No...toned...and it feels so good...I could touch you
all day long...I want to ".  She reached around and grabbed me.  "Squeeze
these all day long.  How do you keep from running your hands over
yourself?"

   I felt very reassured now.  I reached out and hugged her.

   Shan-dra said, "Such a nice diorama system...and wise too."

   We kissed some more as the display shut down and then we turned towards
another exhibit that said, "Comforting Cushions".

   Shan-dra whispered in my ear, "This one will give you chills and a boner
at the same time."

   The screen showed a two-dimensional side view of a stylized humanoid
bent over on its knees.  The narrator said, "People move sex cells between
their bodies by having one partner insert a tube deeply into the other."
Another two-dimensional humanoid mounted the first one from behind and
inserted a ridiculously large penis.  They both smiled.  "The act is
intensely pleasurable, and it has to be."

   The display showed a cutaway side view of a humanoid with all the
possible parts I could think of.  "The abdomen of a humanoid contains the
waste elimination systems...." The penis and rectum glowed.  "and the sex
organs." The penis, female frontal receptive opening, testicles, ovaries,
and rectum glowed.  "As you can see, some parts...." The penis and rectum
glowed.  "Are used twice in order to increase efficiency.  This creates a
complication because any organism is predisposed to avoiding waste
products, but sex requires connecting one or more excretory systems with
the partner's body."

   I had never thought about how universal that aspect of sex is...all
human sex requires one or more excretory organs to do double duty.

   "A woman has an urge to stick her penis into a man's anus to inject him
with plaque-producing cells." The diorama showed a Glapi female holding her
erection up in one hand.  "But that is also the hole where a man's feces
exit his body." We saw a man on a toilet on the other side of the screen
mercifully we didn't have to see him take a dump.  "The man, meanwhile, in
the first part of the cycle has to allow the woman's urinary tract to be
inserted into his rectum.  Let's test how disconcerting this may be to you
two."

   Two sets of fork-shaped probes emerged from the exhibit.  Diagrams of my
brain and Shan-dra's brain appeared on the sides of the screen.  The system
highlighted my side of the screen and said, "You first.  Take a look at
this woman." A Glapi woman in the middle of the screen released a stream of
urine into a toilet.  "She squirts her urine out of her penis...lots of it
every day...it stinks and she flushes it away." Parts of my brain changed
to a yellow color.  "And she wants to slide her penis into your rectum...if
she concentrated, she could even release urine into you...." The color
changed to orange and got brighter.  "And her penis is going to stretch and
plug the hole you defecate from." Red spots appeared all over my brain. 
"As you can see, thinking about intercourse this way can be an alarming
turn-off."

   I nodded to Shan-dra and she giggled.

   "The planet is full of people though.  Why?  Because the buttocks are
located in the same region of the body and the sexual excitement they
produce overwhelms all thoughts of the more disgusting functions of the sex
organs.  Look at this." A picture of a woman with a tight round rear
appeared.  The colors on the scan of my brain began to change back to
orange.  "And by the time you see this...." The woman looked as if she was
walking away from me and the camera was following her.  As I watched her
cheeks undulate, my brain gradually changed back to yellow and then to a
green color.  "Desire makes you focus on the sexual functions of your
dual-purpose organs."

   I looked at Shan-dra and said, "Wow...this is neat."

   "And for the woman, this effect can be even more pronounced." The
display focused on the scan of Shan-dra's brain and it turned yellow.  "She
has to purposely push her penis up a tube that usually carries feces."
Shan-dra's brain turned orange.  "There might even be traces left, how can
you be sure?" Shan-dra's brain turned red.

   I said, "Ewwwwwww!" and Shan-dra giggled.

   "And what is it that compels a woman to slide her penis in anyway? 
Buttocks." A picture of an attractive man bending over with his back to the
camera appeared.  "A woman remembers how good it feels to put her penis
into a man's rectum, but the buttocks are what make her unable to have
second thoughts." A woman mounted the man from behind and I saw her cheeks
flex as she forced her organ into him.  Shan-dra's brain turned green.

   I said, "Fascinating."

   The narrator said, "There's one more dual-purpose item to get over
before you can get off.  How do you feel about these situations?"

   A woman sneezed in a man's face and some phlegm stuck to him.  Our
brains lost their green color this was not making us think sexual thoughts
even though it was a man and a woman.

   "Rude, disgusting, right?"

   The woman sneezed into her own hand, showed the camera that phlegm had
stuck to it, and then reached over and wiped it on the man's behind.  As he
frowned, our brains turned orange.

   "Rude and very strange...likely to produce a feeling of alarm."

   The man retaliated by kneeling behind the woman and purposely coughing
up mucous onto the cleft of her buttocks.  Our brains turned red.  This
wasn't sexy at all.

   The display now showed a huge penis.  We heard sexual moaning and
groaning.  The penis ejaculated and semen spurted across the screen.  The
man returned, scooped up some of the semen with some kind of soft bulb,
inserted the tip just into his rectum, and squirted the contents inside
him. "He's doing this himself, with a narrow tip, and controlling when the
semen goes in and how much goes in.  Absurd...weird...why would anyone do
such a thing?"

   The woman appeared and masturbated.  As she finished, she said,
"Ahhhhhhh..." and ejaculated into a small dish.  The narrator asked, "Would
you take the contents of this dish and put it inside you?  How about just
wiping it along the outside of your anus?"

   Our brains stayed red.  I realized nobody would do these things.

   The woman offered the dish to the man and he shook his head to indicate
that he didn't even want to hold it in his hand.

   "Yet men and women not only allow another person to stuff a penis deep
inside their body and expel a small blob of mucous but actually crave it.
They do not crave the exchange of fluids itself they are aroused and want
relief from thinking about each other's asses...long before intercourse
becomes inevitable both partners stop thinking about the disgusting
mechanics of the copulation.

   A bed appeared and a naked man and woman stood in front of it embracing
but not kissing since Glapis don't do that.  I was envious as they explored
each other's bodies with their hands and paid special attention to the
buttocks.  The display had them turn slightly as they became aroused.  As I
saw the woman's tight round derriere my brain scan turned back to orange.
When they turned and the man's firm cheeks showed with the woman's hands
squeezing them, Shan-dra's brain scan turned orange.

   The narrator said, "See how your scans turn from fear towards sex just
from seeing other people become aroused by each other's buttocks?"

   We saw that the couple now had erections that were bouncing between them
and touching their stomachs.  The narrator said, "They can think only of
their need...the nagging need to connect their bodies...somewhere in their
sentient minds they know that they're about to put the end of one person's
urinary tract deep inside the lower part of the other's intestines but all
they can think about is how much pleasure and relief they will get...the
man goes to clean himself...the woman watches his ass as he walks away."
The woman leered and fondled her erection.

   The display focused on showing the man in the lavatory.  "Modern
technology assists the cleansing glands to make the experience more
appealing to both partners.  As the man sits on the toilet, specialized
building systems make sure he is cleaned out.  He has plenty of time to
reflect on how he will soon be bent over...." We saw images of men
spreading while on their knees.  "...And impaled on another person's
penis...a penis nearly as thick as his feces yet instead of passing through
his sphincters once, it will hold him open as it moves in and out hundreds
of times...and far from scaring him, the thought makes him lubricate as his
body prepares for what he knows is inevitable." The man looked like he was
contemplating and reflecting and then he appeared eager as he stood up to
go back into the bedroom.

   The view showed the woman again.  "The woman sits on the bed and rests.
As she anticipates the delight of embedding herself in the man's guts, she
gently caresses and strokes her penis to make it hard enough to overcome
his body's resistance and slide past his sphincters." The woman looked
happy and gently masturbated.  Her penis throbbed and the head began to
glisten with lubricant.  "She doesn't think of his anus.  She thinks about
how exciting it will be to feel her penis squeezed while she holds his firm
healthy buttocks against her thighs." Our scans flickered red, orange, and
yellow.

   The man appeared and they looked at each other for a moment.  "Lust
causes the couple to focus on their urge to connect their bodies." The man
imagines how the woman's buttocks will be flexing and squirming and this
blocks all thought that he is about to have his anus plugged he wants her
inside him, he wants to please her, he wants his own orgasm." Our scans
flickered again.  Seeing their conflicts over arousal versus disgust was
turning Shan-dra and I on.

   The woman stood behind the man and hugged him.  "He feels her stiff
organ press against him...he knows what it will do but he feels a tingling
all over and feels an overwhelming instinctive urge...." The man climbed
onto the bed and got down on all fours with his legs spread.  We saw him
from behind at a slight angle.  "...To expose his rear end.  He has no
thought that he is going to receive an injection of mucous...he longs to
feel the woman doing her stuff behind him." The woman took a few steps and
got onto the bed behind him.  I couldn't help thinking that I'd bend over
for her too...my scan turned green.  The display split to show us a back
view, a front view, and a side view.

   "She kneels between his legs and prepares to mount him.  She is going to
jam an important and sensitive part of her body into the same passage his
body uses for waste...he empties disgusting bodily refuse into the toilet
through that same opening." Our scans flickered...mine turned orange and
Shan-dra's turned red.  "But the woman isn't thinking of that...she sees
his buttocks and all she can think of is pushing her penis up between
them...." Shan-dra's scan turned orange."...The desire is too strong...she
holds her bare unprotected organ and guides it upward and forward...At last
the couple gets temporary relief." The man grunted softly.  They both
relaxed for a moment and she gently rubbed his back.  "Their waste organs
are stuck together now and they are completely unaware of it...all they
feel is intense pleasure." As I saw the woman begin to thrust, my scan
turned yellow and then green.  After a moment of flickering, probably
because she was imagining putting her own penis into someone's rectum,
Shan-dra's scan moved to green.

   "The couple enjoys moving together for a while." The screen showed
various single views from different angles and they were clearly having a
good time.

   I said to Shan-dra, "I'm stiff...she has her penis up his back hole
rubbing it back and forth and then she's going to sneeze inside him but I'm
aroused."

   Shan-dra said, "I know...I don't care what else you use your sweet hole
for...it feels too good...much too good...really good."

   We kissed as the couple continued grinding together.  The narrator said,
"Eventually, their bodies must approach closer and closer to a plateau of
stimulation to get the same amount of pleasure.  When the woman is ready,
she ejaculates and releases high-pressure streams of mucous deep inside the
man's body...his orgasm follows right after." We looked back to see the
couple thrashing around as the woman held the man's hips and buttocks to
stay as deeply inside him as possible.  "As they return to normal sentient
consciousness, they become more aware of exactly what they have just done,
but they'll do it again soon...the 'comfort of the cushions' guarantees
it." The man and woman stood up with their backs facing the camera and then
smiled and looked over their shoulders.  As the display went dark we kissed
again.

   Shan-dra said, "Like that one?"

   I said, "Fascinating.  Something we all know deep down but I never saw
it all spelled out quite that way...and the detectors, showing our own
brains reacting to the same situations...wow!"

   Shan-dra said, "So was it arousing or was it gross?"

   I said, "It's both...but I think we all ultimately let it be arousing by
choice...or maybe because your buns are so irresistible." I reached around
and gave her a squeeze and we both laughed.

   Shan-dra asked, "What next?"

   I saw a display with what looked like four seats in a line in front of
it and a sign that said, "Callipygian Critique." I took Shan-dra's hand and
we went up to it.

   The display activated and showed a man checking out the backside of a
woman who was facing away from him.  "We all like to judge butts." A woman
appeared on the man's other side and was flicking her eyes down with
interest.  "It feels good...it feels compulsive...it reminds us of
sex...makes us crave sex." The first woman walked away.  "How much effort
we are willing to put into possibly mating with someone else depends
heavily on how much we admire their buttocks.  Obviously personality,
facial beauty, how long since you last had sex, and other factors matter
too." The man and woman occasionally turned away to do stylized tasks, and
while one's back was turned the other stole a downward glance.

   "The nicer your own ass, the more times you'll get to see someone else's
ass up close...really close.  When we walk into a room, we immediately
start forming judgments about the sexual value of anyone we find the least
bit attractive." A group of women appeared with their backs facing the
screen.  Some were round, some square, some tight, some saggy, some wide,
some narrow, and some stuck out more than others.  "When we inspect another
person's buttocks, we are deciding how much we'd like to have sex with
them...how hard we will try to get our penises into their bodies...how
receptive we are to being penetrated by them if they try to persuade
us...." The man appeared to look over the women and numbers appeared on
their backsides.  "In any crowd you maintain a hierarchy...usually
consciously.  Some potential partners are always going to be more desirable
than others." The less fit looking women vanished.  "Of course, a man has
to put out for women who are in his league if she is too good looking
compared to him, she will probably enjoy shooting her load up his hole but
he will have little chance of getting to perform the return." A woman with
mind-blowing glutes sneered at the camera, made some air humping motions,
and vanished.

   The display changed and a small crowd of men appeared and a woman walked
up to them and started placing numbers on their backsides.  "Women maintain
a hierarchy too.  Sticking your organ up a man's ass feels so good
that...let's face it ladies...you'll do it whenever you can...." The woman
comically went from man to man grabbing them and humping them.  "But men
conspire with your body to eventually make you perform the return enough to
reproduce...so you're actually selective too...you show it mostly in how
much effort you'll make to court a man if your body wants to breed with
him, you'll feel compelled to put more effort into hopefully mounting that
man." The woman showed off her buttocks to one man, brought what looked
like a tray of slee fish to another, and whispered into a third man's ear.
The men stared at her whenever her back was turned.

   "So for the best sex partners and the most choices, you need to show the
opposite sex as good a set of buns as you can muster." An attractive man
and woman appeared and stared over their shoulders at each other and
smiled. "Men and women want to improve their rear view to the extent that
they can...some of it is genetic or is a permanent part of our past
development...but some of it is a product of our own efforts." The display
showed women in a gym, performing exercises obviously meant to tone and
shape the buttocks.  "We all wonder how we rate." One of the women stood up
and checked out her back view in a mirror.  "Wouldn't you like to know how
impressive you are to the opposite sex and what you can do to improve?  If
you want the objective truth, ask a machine like me...sit down if you dare
ierre."

   Shan-dra and I looked at each other and giggled.  She said, "What do you
think, are you up to the challenge?"

   I said, "Will you still ride me even if the machine is critical?"

   Shan-dra said, "If it's not impressed I'll ask the staff to see if it
needs repairs."

   I sat down on a cushioned seat and felt some sensors and gentle probes.
Light leaked out from around my thighs as I heard a mechanism whir.  I felt
a slight tingle and some vibration and then the machine said, "Completed,
please stand back up for results."

   I got out of the seat and faced the exhibit.  Shan-dra gave my right
cheek a squeeze.  The display showed a somewhat comical diagram of my
assets and the machine said, "Most impressive...firm...yet
squeezable...smooth and warm...masculine hair but not too much
hair...nicely proportioned for your body...very pleasant for any woman
lucky enough to bend you over."

   Shan-dra giggled.

   I said, "Let's see what it has to say about you."

   She smiled and immediately climbed onto the seat.  After the machine
completed its evaluation, she stood in front of me and gently backed
against me.  I put my arms around her and savored the contact of my thighs
against her buttocks...I felt myself hardening.  The machine said,
"Amazing...just the right mix of femininity and tightness...a heart shape
that makes men long for the return...firm supporting muscles and smooth fat
for contouring...delightful.  You have probably seen a man's bare ass more
than some toilet seats."

   I held her and said into her ear, "Do you think we could linger and hear
some other people's results?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes, let's take a look at this exhibit next to it,
'Clothing: The Cover-Up That Shows It Off.'"

   The display showed Glapis of both sexes walking around slowly in what
looked like a spaceport hallway.  I found myself judging the women.  I
couldn't help it.  The narrator said, "Look at all these sexy backsides. 
They're all covered up by clothing...in fact; you're never going to see
most buttocks you admire." The clothing disappeared on everyone and the
scene of people going places continued.  "We wear clothing for protection
from scrapes and bumps, for modesty, to compensate for our flaws, and as a
display of fashion." The people acquired clothing again, in flashier colors
and styles.

   Shan-dra and I saw two women approach the display next to us and we
tried to overhear.  One had Glapi style solid strands of long blue hair and
her buttocks looked a little large and soft.  The other had solid strands
of orange hair arranged in cute curls and her buttocks looked flat.  Blue
hair said to her friend, "I've seen the display before, let's override it
and just mess with the judging machine." The friend said, "OK," and they
giggled.

   Our display continued to give a talk about fashion, explaining how pants
are chosen to flatter a person's shape and entice the opposite sex and
showing examples.  I tuned most of it out and listened to their results.

   Blue hair plopped her big butt on the seat and the machine performed its
analysis.  "Marvelous...luscious...so womanly...nice wide hips and yielding
feminine flesh...once you get started a man is going to get a real
pounding." She smiled and her friend giggled.

   Orange hair sat down in the analysis chair.  "Smooth...nicely rounded
hips...subtly curved buttocks sure to attract men who like them lean...you
can thrust quickly." Orange said to blue, "It's right you know...I can move
my skinny butt really fast," and they both laughed as they walked away.

   The exhibit in front of Shan-dra and I continued, "The way the buttocks
stretch the material makes most people think of sex.  And if you're
thinking about sex a lot, you're more likely to do it, even though your
partner is almost always someone else.  So your enjoyment of all those
anonymous strangers has a biological purpose."

   I said to Shan-dra, "It looks like that machine next to us always has
something nice to say, doesn't it?"

   Shan-dra smiled and said, "All ass is good ass...some are just better
than others," and patted me on the behind.

   We held hands and walked back out into the lobby area.  I said, "What
next?"

   Shan-dra said, "Mealtime."

   We took the lift to a beautiful domed restaurant on the outside of the
colony structure.  The clear ceiling and dim lighting made it look like we
were dining among the stars.  The tables were set with fine china and shiny
utensils.  As a real live head waiter led us to our table along the edge of
the dome, I said, "How romantic...did you plan this?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes."

   I asked, "How did you know about it?"

   "I took a man here a few years ago."

   "Did it work?"

   Shan-dra knew exactly what I meant.  "Yes, I mounted him."

   "After we order you have to tell me about it."

   Menus flew gently through the air and appeared in front of us.  Glapis,
with their control of gravity, take such things for granted, even if the
engine components did make the menus a little thick it had been disguised
with faux wood finish as if they meant for the menus to be thick.  As I
looked at my menu, my translator device turned the characters into letters
I could read.  Slee fish were available poached, vacuum dried, as an organ
puree, grilled, roasted, and something new to me...slee fish sushi.  There
was a kind of Glapi pasta, available with slee fish sauce, salted fruits,
or a sauce made from a Glapi dairy product similar to yogurt.  There were
shaped protein paste entrees with names that just couldn't be translated
and looked like "eorinfjsdlkfeoldkfjsdldsjfsd" to me as the translator
finally gave up on something.

   I asked Shan-dra, "What's good here?"

   She said, "I'm going to have the 'confit of slee fish with fungi.'"

   I said, "That seems...good.  What should I have?"

   Shan-dra said, "I talked to them on the communicator this morning to see
what's possible...I've requested a special dinner for you."

   I said, "Please tell me it doesn't include slee fish?"

   She smiled and said, "No, you should like it much better...I'll place
the order." She waved the menu devices away and a male Glapi waiter
approached.

   "Welcome to the MoonDome...my name is Glu-Hin and I'll be your waiter
today."

   A busboy placed something similar to bread on the table with a
mysterious translucent dipping sauce.

   The waiter said, "What would it be my pleasure to bring you?"

   Shan-dra said, "I'll have the confit of slee fish."

   "Grains, roots, or pasta with that?"

   I realized whoever programmed the translator wasn't very familiar with
Glapi restaurants.

   Shan-dra said, "And the gentleman will have the special reserved under
'Shan-dra.'"

   "Fine choices madame."

   I realized Shan-dra had ordered for me...I had ordered for women before
but not the other way around...but she seemed to have planned a special
meal and I couldn't have known how to order it.

   The waiter asked, "And to drink?"

   Shan-dra said, "I will have the Polan and the gentleman will have the
Redfruit juice."

   She had done it again...It was such a small thing...I wondered if it
indicated mild dominance, or protectiveness, or efficiency, or just taking
the lead.  I knew on Glapi it was normal for either sex to initiate a
date...maybe this was because the restaurant was her idea...but then I
realized she had used this as part of seduction...make a man feel protected
then guide him into bed with less objections.

   The waiter said, "Your drinks will be along momentarily...dinner will be
more leisurely.  My name is Glu-Hin.  Please let me know if you need
anything at all.  Thank you."

   The waiter left and self-guiding trays quickly appeared with our drinks.
Shan-dra's was a murky magenta liquid served in an oddly tilted cup.  Mine
looked like translucent red juice served in a crystal goblet.  As we sipped
our drinks, I said, "So tell me about the guy you took to this restaurant
and then took from behind."

   Shan-dra smiled and said, "It was about 4 years ago.  He had a nice
body...dark brown hair, chiseled features, about my height, and a tight
round muscular heiney." She made a hungry face.  "It was purely physical
but since he had a very nice ass and was rumored not to put out much, I
knew I had to pull out all the stops.  We had been on some dates that had
only resulted in a cuddle and me giving myself a wank back home.  If I was
being rational, I would've turned my efforts elsewhere, but I was in the
chase I wanted to find a way to get inside him."

   "He was agreeable to going to the moon with a woman he wouldn't have sex
with?"

   "Yes.  It's not prohibitively expensive but it's a big deal...makes an
impression that I knew he'd enjoy and which he could tell his friends
about. So I held his hand and asked about his rather ordinary day on the
shuttle.  I let him have the window and made sure to poke him or brush him
while pointing out things outside the window.  I knew that this date was so
over-the-top that he would either give in or be frightened off it was going
to be decisive but my hunch was that he had already knew he was going to
have my penis between his sphincters within hours and that as long as I
went through the right courtship forms he would let himself lose control. I
got out of our row and led him off the shuttle.  I was wearing tight red
pants that emphasized my firmness rather than my heart-shape, and I knew he
would stare the whole time he was behind me so I put on a good show."

   I said, "I guess he'd have been nervous yet turned-on...it's scary but
exciting when you know you're going to bend over for someone and that you
can't stop...that you don't want to stop...that you're getting so turned on
you'll let someone shove her penis through your anus."

   "I took him for dinner here.  I made lots of eye contact and treated him
like he was the center of my universe while we ate even though he was
actually kind of dull I wanted his body.  After we were done eating, we
went out on the dance floor and gently swayed.  I enjoyed exploring his
muscular back and I pressed my chest against his so he could feel my
breasts Glapi men do like them, after all, just not as much as Earth men.
We gradually wandered lower and when I felt his hard hunks of flesh I
became fully erect.  He ran his fingers over my buttocks and panted he knew
these were going to be forcing my organ into his body soon and it was
turning him on.  A faster song played and we gyrated in an erotic display.
I pumped my hips and we rubbed our behinds on each other's groins.  The
music slowed again and I pulled him against me.  I cupped his buns and
pulled his hips against mine.  I could feel his erection.  I whispered in
his ear, 'Let's go dance somewhere more private,' and then I settled the
credit transfer and walked out the door as he caught up and walked behind
me."

   I asked, "You didn't even look back?"

   Shan-dra said, "No.  I knew he would be compelled to follow me so he
could keep feeling the excitement of staring at my backside, and now and
then I heard a footstep or two.  I waved to the lobby attendant at the
hotel and went right on past as their scanners detected me and the hotel
systems processed my pre-registered room preferences.  As the lift started
to rise, he faced me and reached around to press his hands on my
hindquarters to signal that my courtship walk had turned him on enough that
he was ready to spread for me.  The walls lit up with arrows to lead us to
the room, and I walked in front of him so he could stay mesmerized by the
view.  When we arrived at the room, we went to the separate lavatories
provided and prepared our bodies for sex."

   I said, "It's obvious what a man has to do to get ready for intercourse
he has to defecate, get cleaned out, and then have artificial lubricant
applied but what exactly does a woman do while she waits?"

   Shan-dra said, "She pees and if she feels the need, she defecates too
she's going to be putting a lot of pressure on her abdomen soon.  Then she
waits for the man to return, but how she does it depends on the man and the
mood.  Some men don't want to see her penis because the sight of a powerful
erection makes them nervous for these it's best to be standing so they can
look up at your face, then approach them, embrace them, and lead them to
the bed.  Others are matter of fact about it; you can just sit on the bed
and let them join you...sometimes they like to start out with mutual
masturbation.  The third kind enjoy feeling like they're afraid but going
to do it anyway they like to see the woman stroking her erection hard and
holding it up so it looks big and sticks out.  Anticipating the man's
arrival can make the woman get an erection, but she will often stroke
herself while she waits so that she's very hard for the intromission."

   I asked, "So what was your read on how to wait for this guy?"

   "I suspected that he didn't put out very often...he would want to feel
swept away by the mood and not think about the physical act much...so I
dimmed the lights and sat on the bed with my organ secured under my tightly
closed thighs...."

   "Wouldn't he want to see your naked tush and see what was going into
him?"

   "No.  Some men are like that.  The mood was set and if I made up some
reason to turn my back on him, he would see my erection bounce up and down
menacingly as I turned to face him again."

   "What happened next?"

   "He sat on the bed next to me, towards the head end.  I put one arm
around him and began to gently rub his penis...soon he was hard and I
continued gently tugging up and down...I told him softly, 'It's time...,'
and he got down on all fours with his head down low on the pillow and his
legs wide apart.  He arched his back to make his glutes stick out
invitingly.  I quickly got behind him and "

   "Excuse me madam...." I suddenly noticed the waiter and an assistant
standing next to our table.  I was worried that he had heard what we were
talking about.  Shan-dra and I looked at him.  "Your dinner is served." The
assistant put a plate in front of Shan-dra with slee fish, vegetables, and
some Glapi fruits carved into flowery garnishes.  Then I saw the waiter
with my plate it looked like prime rib, with string beans, carrots, and
what looked like mashed potatoes with gravy.  He put the platter in front
of me while my mouth was still open in surprise.  He looked at Shan-dra and
smiled and then left us.

   Shan-dra said, "That waiter thinks I'm going to stuff it up your ass
tonight for sure."

   I asked, "How did you...?"

   She said, "Go ahead...try it."

   I cut a piece off the prime rib and put it in my mouth.  Somehow it
tasted funny...then I realized, it tasted like string beans.  I said,
"Hmmmm..." and tried the string beans.  They were textured like beans but
tasted like potatoes.  I knew what the potatoes would taste like but I
tried them anyway mashed steak.  I said, "I'm impressed...this is a
reasonable facsimile of a classic Earth meal served in fancy restaurants."

   Shan-dra said, "You seemed to hesitate at first.  You don't mind that
the chef replicated it from textured nutrients based on old xenocultural
survey data, do you?"

   I said, "No...it's just that the flavors are mismatched to the
appearances and textures...it's so sweet of you to do this though." I got
up, went to her side of the table, and kissed her.

   As I sat back down, she asked, "So does this mean I'm going to get sex
tonight?"

   I said, "Yes, but you were going to get it anyway...I can't resist
you...I want to make you as happy as you make me."

   Shan-dra went to my side of the table and kissed me.  We ate some of our
food and then I said, "I want to hear the rest about the time you got lucky
after a date here."

   She said, "I knew his rarely used hole would be tight...I looked down at
his firm buttocks and I got even more rigid...I felt so powerful...I knew I
was about to feel really good...I pressed the head of my penis hard enough
on his sphincters to make them work to keep me out but not hard enough to
force my way in.  As his gatekeepers tired, I began to slide in.  He
inhaled sharply and then grunted "

   "How is everything here?" said the waiter.

   I blushed.  Shan-dra said, "Simply fabulous, thanks," and the waiter
left.

   She took a bit of her slee fish entre and I ate some of my mismatched
but thoughtful prime rib dinner.

   She said, "As I slid in, his ass had a grip like pliers...it almost hurt
to feel him involuntarily squeezing at me as I opened him up.  So I soon
had him completely stretched open and filled."

   I asked, "Did he vocalize?"

   Shan-dra said, "He just said one loud 'Ohhhhhh!' Then to my surprise he
breathed normally and he didn't struggle while adjusting.  As his rectum
accommodated me, he stayed tight but he relaxed enough so that we now both
felt comfortable the pinching feeling had stopped and I could see his back
muscles softening as he stopped being tense.  I said, 'Ready?' and he said,
'Yes...such a relief to feel a woman inside me...I want to feel you move.'
I began to move my hips...the feeling of his hole squeezing me in waves was
exquisite...he was so snug...I knew he was ok but it felt like I was
violating him and I enjoyed that...."

   I said, "I know what you mean...stretching someone open is a universal
guilty pleasure...you're pushing part of your body deep inside their pelvic
region and feeling powerful without hurting the other person or making them
feel weak."

   She finished chewing and said, "After that we did some fairly standard
and mechanical pumping...I plunged in and out of him while he panted and
moaned...I had mounted another man only two weeks before, so I didn't have
that feeling of quenching a thirst, but the feeling of his muscular buns
against my thighs made me want to come inside him and it got difficult to
hold back."

   We ate some more.  I asked, "Did he want for you to come?"

   Shan-dra said, "I think since he was so tight he was getting a little
sore, and we both knew that we had drawn it out long enough to have good
orgasms when we released...I didn't want to stop but our bodies made us the
feeling has to keep getting stronger to feel as good, and you get closer
and closer to your peak, and as you give in and let it happen you feel the
ecstasy that accompanies transferring the fluids...."

   I said, "It feels so good to give or receive semen...too bad that after
you do it the mating is completed and your bodies have to separate."

   Shan-dra said, "So I told him, 'I'm going to ejaculate...,' as I kept
moving and he groaned while I grunted from my stepped up efforts.  This was
it...I was about to ejaculate into his bottom...I had worked months for
this.  I thought about how tight he was...how handsome...I felt a tingle
that wouldn't go away and then I felt my penis squirt a jet into him.  I
instinctively jammed our bodies together and cried out, 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!' as I emptied my reservoirs.  His orgasm
started in the middle, 'Oh oh oh aaaaaaaaaaaa!  Aaaaaaaaaaaa! 
Aaaaaaaaaaa!'"

   I said, "I love the noises people make when they come.  So how did you
leave it?"

   "We cleaned up and returned to the planetary surface.  Any ass you can
stick your penis into is good, but his wasn't especially good.  Now that I
had completed the chasing game I lost interest he had probably suffered
anticlimactic letdown problems before but just didn't get it."

   I said, "Did you think I was easy?  I was a virgin and I let you mount
me the same day we first talked about it."

   "Not really...it took weeks to get your attention...while we had sex the
same day we acknowledged our attraction to each other, I knew you had
lusted over my ass since you first saw me...you weren't easy and you
weren't difficult...just about the right amount of coyness for someone with
a hole to offer."

   I said, "I'm so glad I gave you my virginity...you were so nice and made
me so comfortable...you're the best sex partner I've ever had."

   She said, "Thanks.  You make me come harder than anyone else ever
has...I felt so lucky that day...smart, handsome, and great in bed...I knew
I wanted to have a...relationship...with you."

   I said, "I felt scared but turned-on that day...you made it so easy...I
knew right away that I wanted to be with you too...having fun
together...kissing...caressing...and blasting huge loads of--"

   "Dessert?" asked the waiter.

   Shan-dra didn't blink and said, "Sure, what do you have?"

   The waiter said, "Candied slee fish, glazed fruit tart, rare jellies,
chilled slee fish surprise, or processed bean tart."

   Shan-dra said, "I'll have the slee fish surprise." She looked at me,
"How about you?"

   I said, "What are rare jellies?"

   The waiter said, "The gonads of a jellyfish grown only on the moon in
low gravity and just the right solar winds, boiled down with a sweet
sauce...served on herbed crackers."

   I said, "Sounds...interesting...but I'd also like to know what it is
that my translator is calling 'processed bean tart.'"

   The waiter said, "The hardened fruits of a tropical tree are fermented
and dried, and then an extract is used to create a tart that tastes mild
yet intense at the same time."

   I said, "I'll try the processed bean tart please".

   The waiter said, "We'll have those out shortly" and left.

   Shan-dra and I looked at each other and giggled.  She said, "Maybe he
heard us.  He'll be professional and discreet but you just know he's going
to inspect my ass on the way out...wondering what it's like to get pumped
by me."

   I said, "No he won't.  He'll be so enthralled by your rear view that he
won't be able to think of sex...he'll only think of your buns...he can't
imagine being lucky enough to actually have sex with you so he won't even
fantasize about it...he'll just think about your tight round ass cheeks as
he strokes "

   "Your tart sir." Shan-dra and I smiled at each other.  My tart was
beautifully presented on a stylish platter with what looked like a fruit
sauce drizzled in a series of geometric patterns and a molded cream
spaceship on top.

   "And for you madam, the Surprise." The waiter held a tray with a small
pitcher and what looked like a fishbowl with something struggling in it. 
As his assistant touched a flame to the top of the bowl, I realized what it
was a living slee fish and the whole thing flashed like a flamb.  The
thrashing stopped immediately.  Then he poured some kind of syrup from the
pitcher into the bowl.

   Shan-dra said, "Thank you," and the waiter left.

   I said, "That certainly was a surprise."

   Shan-dra's eyes lit up as she scooped out some fish with syrup.  She
said, "Yummy!" as she chewed it up.

   I tasted the tart.  It had a base of sweet creamy starch with a flavor
like coffee, chocolate, and almonds.  I said, "This is really good."

   We finished the desserts and settled the credits.  I asked, "What should
we see next?"

   Shan-dra said, "How about that one?"

   I saw a huge stylized phallus with a sign, "The Power of The Penis."

   There was an introductory exhibit that started playing when we
approached.  The display showed an erect Glapi penis...the head was long
and glistening, and there were spots on the skin.  A narration began,
"Penises control all of humanoid civilization.  Everyone with a penis wants
to insert it into other people's bodies as often as possible, but evolution
has made the receiving partners selective." A man inspected three women
with ridiculous erections and then bent over in front of one.  "So there is
competition for the available chances to penetrate.  This competition
produces everything else...cities, medical advances, spaceflight all of our
achievements exist because of the need to impress someone enough to spread
his or her legs for us." Another three women showed a man a gemstone, a
musical instrument, and an astral compass and tried to lure him.  "Think
about it...everything we do can be traced to one person's wish to get a
penis inside someone else." All three women chased the man off-screen.

   As we approached the next display, we heard, "Uh...uh...ah...uh...ah."
It was dark with what looked like brightly colored jellyfish swirling
around.  We heard overlapping sounds of sex as the light show played,
"Ahhhhhhhh!  Unh, unh, unh...ohhhhhhhh...eee eee eee...unh, unh, unh...nga
nga nga...ah, ah, ah...oh...eeeeeeeee!" A stylized drawing of two people
appeared, one with an erection and one without.  A narrator said, "What is
it about penetration that moves us so?" The one figure slowly pushed its
penis into the other.  "For the person wanting to mount another, sliding
the penis deeply into the partner's body is an achievement...it makes us
feel good about ourselves...we are worthy and successful...and there's a
tingling feeling that's going to explode into ecstasy.  For the person
being stretched by the penis, it's a relief to cooperate and it usually
feels good."

   The screen showed an attractive Glapi woman being interviewed by someone
off-screen.  "What makes you want to penetrate a man?"

   The woman said, "I look at his body and that makes me want him...if he's
handsome, healthy, and has a nice tush, it's going to feel great to be
inside him."

   "What makes it feel great?"

   The woman said, "I like the tight fit...and it's slippery and warm and
wet...it's exciting to know I'm deep within his body...and I get to press
against his buns with every thrust I feel the cheeks that got me so hard at
the same time I feel his hole squeezing my organ."

   "Do you feel powerful?  Dominant even?"

   She said, "I can't help feeling powerful...he's bending over with his
buttocks up in the air and his hole showing...I've forced my shaft through
his anus and I'm massaging my penis inside his guts...he's usually moaning
and groaning in response to my owning and boning...." The woman giggled
about her rhyme.  "But dominant?  Not usually...it's very natural to
connect the bodies...and men may be coy about it but they want to get
stuffed...it's just easier for the person doing the drilling to be on top."

   The woman vanished and a handsome Glapi male sat down in the interview
chair.  The narrator asked him, "Do you like it when a woman sticks her
penis into you?"

   He said, "Yes."

   "Does it hurt?"

   "Sometimes...not usually...it feels like scratching an itch...it feels
really good."

   "Do you feel like the woman is exercising power over you?"

   "Sometimes...they hold your hips and their organ makes your anus stay
wide open...."

   "How about if you have to deal with a woman who has penetrated you in
another context?  Do you defer to her in non-sexual matters?"

   "I try not to...but it's difficult to be confrontational or even
assertive...she had her penis in my hole...she squirted her semen into my
rectum...it can make you feel a little...conquered."

   The narrator said, "Power exchange or not?  You decide," and the display
went dark.

   Shan-dra said, "Do you feel like an equal when we mate?"

   I said, "I think so...you force your organ into me but that's just how
intercourse has to work...one person penetrates the other...on Earth I
would have felt embarrassed but not now...we're truly partners."

   Shan-dra said, "Good...I don't ever want to make you feel dominated in
any way...I want for us to bring our bodies together for mutual
satisfaction...we can't help it if biology requires for one of us to be
inside the other."

   I said, "I completely agree...and it will be the same when we perform
the return...and your body feels like it could become pregnant at that
point...there's no power exchange...just mating."

   We held each other and kissed for a while.  The next display we went to
said, "Size Matters."

   The screen showed a generic orifice with an erection pointed at it.  The
narrator said, "Penises fit into holes...depending on the humanoid species,
that can mean the vagina, the return slot, or the anus.  A famous Glapi
politician--." The screen showed a well-dressed mature-looking Glapi male.
" Was once asked, 'How big should a penis be?' He said, 'Large enough to
get the gametes to their target.'" The generic hole re-appeared with a
penis up against it.  "The fact is, penises push open holes in a partner's
body that are normally kept closed, sometimes tightly closed." The penis
moved forward and stretched the sides of the hole open as it partially
entered.  "Some things that affect penis size include body size ." Three
humanoids appeared with different heights and roughly proportionally sized
penises.  " Random sexual selection ." Three matching humanoids appeared
with erections of different lengths and thicknesses.  " Mating habits of
the species promiscuous mating will cause the body to evolve larger semen
reservoirs and a longer penis to get the fluids as far in as possible to
compete with others--." Three women with long penises took turns mounting
the same man.  " Lifetime monogamous mating will often cause the penis to
become a mere spike, especially in males, because there is no need to
impress the opposite sex and no need to compete with their ejaculations--."
A couple appeared and the female had a relatively small penis and the male
had a spike.  They hugged and looked very happy.  The screen dissolved and
about 10 people appeared with different sizes of penis.  The narrator said,
"The good part is that size doesn't directly matter for orgasm all that
matters is that the penis gets inside an appropriate partner's body." All
of the people on the screen aimed their erections at the air and spurted
semen simultaneously.  The narrator said, "I said inside!"

   The narrator said, "You're probably wondering what the records are." The
screen showed a real woman holding up a huge phallus.  "The largest known
humanoid penis by volume is that of the women on the planet Nku-hlutl.  It
averages 30 centimeters long and 8 centimeters thick." I squeezed my legs
tightly together.  She turned to face the camera and it zoomed in.  "The
rectum of an Nku-hlutl male is elongated and you will note that Nku-hlutl
people in general are larger than the average humanoid." A diagram appeared
next to the woman showing a cutaway male.  "The anus is just as tight as
anyone else's, but the large rectum causes stools to be long and thick,
which gives the male regular practice relaxing and opening his sphincters."
The diagram disappeared and the end of the woman's penis was shown.  "To
assist the obviously difficult penetration, the head end of the female's
penis has a tapered intromission spike that she inserts first." The woman
gently stroked herself and a cone of flesh stuck out from the end of her
organ.  "The spike then rapidly becomes more engorged and dilates the man's
anus.  As her main shaft enters far enough to hold him open, the
intromission spike flattens so he won't be poked inside." The woman
squeezed the end of her penis, making it feel like it was inside a man, and
the spike began to relax and disappear back into the head of her organ. 
The camera panned out and the woman leered at the camera.  "Imagine she was
forcing this up one of your mating orifices."

   Shan-dra said, "Ouch."

   A real man and woman appeared on camera.  The narrator said, "In this
exclusive footage, you will get to see a Nku-hlutl copulation.  This is not
an extreme case for their pornography this is a typical mating." I knew
this would be exciting.  I looked at Shan-dra with my mouth open and she
jerked her hips in a thrusting motion.  "The male has natural cleaning and
lubrication glands just like a Glapi male, but he makes use of technology
just like we do to make it easier.  He is sexually receptive only following
a bowel movement, which occurs about every five days this causes him to be
empty and pre-stretched.  This male has completed his emptying and
cleansing and is now helping to prepare the erection that will soon impale
him." As the female lay back on a sleeping pad, I saw that this species
featured large breasts like Earth women but there were three pairs!  The
man was stroking her partially-erect penis.  He began to lick it up and
down as the woman writhed in pleasure.  "Nku-hlutl males report that
helping to prepare the penis to enter them is intensely arousing." The
woman's erection began to look huge.  The man gently flicked his tongue at
the intromission spike and a firm thin cone appeared on the end.  He went
back to rubbing the main shaft and the spike began to glisten with oozing
lubricant.

   Shan-dra whispered, "Think you could take that?"

   The couple gazed into each other's eyes.  The woman held her massive
erection up and the man lay down on his stomach with his legs spread.  The
narrator said, "Connecting their bodies requires a lot of coordination and
effort.  The female lies down on the male, with her legs between his, and
slides forward until her intromission spike begins to slowly enter his
anus. If necessary she will use her hand to guide her organ." I saw the
woman start to work on insertion.  "She presses all six of her relatively
large breasts against his back...this comforts him and helps him to relax."
The man breathed heavily but he didn't struggle.  The woman was obviously
sweet-talking him as her spike expanded inside of him.  "Soon the main
shaft of the penis begins to pass the sphincters." The man was taking deep
breaths.  The woman continued to soothe and reassure him as she slowly
clenched her buttocks to apply pressure.  The man made a sobbing sound as
the narrator said, "The male may vocalize due to the intensity...the
Nku-hlutl men describe the sensation as an intense mixture of pleasure and
pain, panic and relief, and like being violated as an emptiness is filled."
I could see the couple communicating the whole time.  The man said,
"Ngggggggaaaaahuhuhuhuh!" and I knew his sphincters had given up and the
woman's shaft was entering him inch after inch.

   "Once the penis has entered completely, the couple waits for a few
minutes.  The man's body makes weak attempts to expel the intruder.  The
woman rubs her breasts on his back and massages his shoulders to help him
relax." I could see the male's body twitch as he felt pain each time his
sphincters tried to close.  The narrator said, "Imagine one of your
openings stretched out in an 8 centimeter diameter." I felt myself squeeze
my legs together again.  I looked and saw Shan-dra having the same
reaction. "Fortunately for the male, the female's penis requires only a
small amount of further stimulation.  She will make approximately 50 slow
movements of a few centimeters...." I saw the female gently moving her hips
to thrust while the male grunted with each in stroke and groaned with each
withdrawal.  "She will then pump a tiny amount of semen deep within his
body.  A plaque will form from this one mating." The woman's face was shown
on part of the display.  She began to look ecstatic and stopped moving her
hips.  She hugged the man tightly.  I knew she was ejaculating.

   "Receiving the semen does not trigger an orgasm in the Nku-hlutl male."
I saw the female begin to slowly remove her organ from him.  "After the
removal, the male's anus gapes open.  This could let the semen out and
could also expose him to microbial diseases." He has to have an orgasm so
that his anus will rhythmically contract.  A considerate female will use
her hands to stimulate him until he peaks and releases his infertile
juices. If she doesn't, he will have to masturbate himself to orgasm." I
saw the male roll over and the female began to tug on his penis as they
faded away.

   I said, "Next time I feel a little sore I'm going to remember how he
must feel."

   The display showed the woman from Nku-hlutl again, facing left and a man
with an unusually pointed head facing her.  Both appeared fully erect.  The
narrator said, "You may be wondering what the largest male penis is.  The
Hrno-yiru male has a penis 25 centimeters long, 5 centimeters less than the
Nku-hlutl female." An overlay with a measuring stick appeared and as my
translator struggled with the markings I saw numerals appear.  The male
made a comical frowning gesture and then they faded away.

   Several male and female humanoids appeared standing with their legs
apart.  Some had bodies that would be considered attractive by Earth
standards and others were too strange-looking or seemingly out of shape. 
The narrator said, "The title of smallest penis is controversial.  In the
case of species with non-binary reproduction, the female often has a lump
of concentrated sexual nerves called the clitoris." The camera zoomed in on
one of the females, who held her legs apart more.  "The clitoris is derived
from the same tissues as the penis during gestation, but it does not
contain the urethra and it is not used for penetration or gamete transfer.
If a penis is defined as a tube containing the urinary tract and used to
penetrate the opposite sex for gamete transfer, then the smallest penis
belongs to the males of Ganara." The camera closed in on a man's crotch,
where I saw nothing but some protective lip structures.  "Under normal
circumstances, there isn't any external penile structure at all." The
camera panned out and a woman, presumably of his species, rubbed one of her
breasts against the lips.  "Upon arousal, erectile tissue around the
urethra forces its way out as much as 2 centimeters." The camera closed
back in and I could see a thin glistening protrusion.  "On Ganara, mated
pairs are determined years before birth and couples mate for life and
remain almost perfectly monogamous, so there has been evolutionary pressure
for the body not to invest in a competitive penis."

   Shan-dra said, "That wouldn't even get past my return slot's lips."

   I said, "I'd feel so inadequate."

   Shan-dra said, "For an Earthling or a Glapi that would be
inadequate...but with all the nerves concentrated in such a small area it
must be very sensitive...his orgasms are probably very intense even though
his body has little need to reward him."

   The display faded and went dark.

   I asked, "Do you know how common binary reproduction with a return slot
is compared to species that have a vagina?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes.  It was somewhere around this museum.  About
two-thirds of humanoid species require reproduction to start with the
female penetrating the male to initiate plaque formation.  The other third
have females with vaginas.  The advantages of the binary system are that it
guarantees lots of selectivity in both s sexes and it greatly boosts the
immune system.  I'm not sure what advantage there is in having a single
copulation lead to pregnancy...it makes one mistaken choice possibly lead
to production of offspring, in which the female invests a lot of her time
and effort...and it leads to size dimorphism as the males compete for that
one act...and it leads to a lot of unnecessary aggression that could be
used to fight predators or in more civilized times to work on new
technologies."

   I said, "It feels really good to come inside a vagina...they're tighter
than the return slot and your body thinks you might make a baby each
time...even when all you want is to go through the motions of making a
baby. From an evolutionary perspective, maybe it can be useful to have
aggressive males...and the females might benefit from mating with those
aggressive males...probably on planets where the microbes aren't as
dangerous this can be a better system."

   Shan-dra said, "That would make sense...look at our recent plague--Earth
people were vulnerable but Glapis probably wouldn't have been, even if it
had arrived from another world our cells are too much of a moving target.
Yet aggression and boldness for their own sake can be useful too you have
the transdrive, which required a lot of daring in its creation and testing,
and I've heard that Earthlings colonized the less-hospitable parts of Earth
very early in the development of civilization."

   I said, "Our dimorphism also allowed for development of large breasts
and a male fixation on them.  I've always been a butt man...sneaking peeks
when a woman's back is turned...thrilling when a woman would bend
over...staring at wiggling bottom so hard my eyes might have been
damaged...I'm so glad Glapis share my obsession with buttocks."

   We moved on to another display.  A diorama appeared showing two Glapi
women sipping what appeared to be cocktails at a small table.  The one
woman had the current Glapi fashion that looked like her hair was pinned up
with spoons.  The other had what looked like the typical contrasting crotch
flap on her chest.  They were clearly supposed to look young and hip.  The
one with the spoons said, "You're smiling...you scored last night, didn't
you?"

   The one with the flap said, "Ummm hmmm..." in a mischievous feminine
voice and gleefully nodded her head.

   Spoons said, "I knew you were going to nail him."

   Flap said, "It was 'Yes ma'am, bam bam bam!'"

   They both giggled.  The scene froze and the figures faded into the
background.  A narrator voice said, "Banging...getting
lucky...plowing...stuffing...getting some ass...taking...letting him have
it...ramming...cramming the can...tapping his tush.  Many of the words and
phrases that a person who penetrates another uses to describe the act sound
violent or at least degrading...and the receiving partner does not use the
same kind of language."

   The bar scene returned and the camera panned over to two men at a little
table.  One had an elegant cocktail with decorations sticking up.  The
other had a simple straight-sided glass with a translucent red liquid. 
Elegant said, "You gave it up to her last night, didn't you?"

   Simple looked mildly embarrassed and said, "Yeah...."

   Elegant said, "I thought you would...if someone with an ass like hers
approached me I might pull my pants down and get on my knees right here!"

   They both laughed.  Simple said, "She was so considerate...she walked in
front of me to make sure I was out of my mind...." He grabbed the air like
he was grabbing someone's buttocks.  "...She kept me soooh comfortable as
we made love...."

   The scene froze again and the narrator said, "As you have probably
guessed, these men and women were talking about the same encounter.  She
boasted to her friend as if she had conquered, but this is not because she
lacks respect for the individual man that she mounted...it is because
getting your penis into an appropriate body feels like defeating a
biological hurdle by overcoming the receiving partner's natural
selectivity. We boast of other achievements and we boast of our sexual
success it's all about the power of the penis, no degradation involved."

   I looked at Shan-dra and said, "I think that's true.  I've described
penetrating a woman in terms that sounded more like sports victories or
even violence than affection...yet it had nothing to do with negative
feelings about the woman...only my elation at overcoming the general
difficulty of persuading women to let me push my penis into them...it feels
like such an achievement."

   Shan-dra said, "I know...it's like 'uh, uh, uh' screw fate, I'm getting
lucky right now, 'uh, uh, uh,' oh yeah, ass, anyone's ass, I'm going to get
to come inside an ass...like an achievement for the person doing the
penetration but without a loss by the person being penetrated."

   I said, "What do we see next?"

   Shan-dra said, "I could spend days here, but there's one more major
exhibit we should see...after that I have a surprise for you."

   She took my hand and we went through an atrium with some nice plants and
what must have been artificial sunlight.  The sign at the far end said,
"Hall of Fetishes."

   Shan-dra said, "Now this is where you'll really see how some people get
off!"

   There was an introductory kiosk in a dimly-lit room with displays down
both sides of a long room.  A screen in the kiosk lit up to show a Glapi
man and the narration said, "Welcome to the Hall of Fetishes.  Strictly
speaking, a fetish is an object that must be present for the subject to
reach orgasm." The man grabbed what looked like a stuffed animal toy and
appeared to ejaculate immediately.  "In common usage, however, the term has
been extended to cover all unusual sources of arousal, even though the
actual orgasm is caused by a partner or by masturbation." Stylized objects
flew around the screen.  "In this hall you will see what turns other people
on...and deep inside, you know you have a few things that excite you for no
explainable reason...so approach with an open mind...and if you secretly
find yourself aroused by any of these, you'll have found a new pleasure to
try when you get home."

   We approached the first exhibit.  As the display lit up, I saw topless
Glapi women.  A narrator said, "Some Glapi men have a mammary gland fetish.
All men recognize the femininity of breasts like they recognize the
femininity of high voices, soft skin, and having a return slot but these
shouldn't be what really turns a man on and they shouldn't be what he
thinks about as he reaches orgasm." I saw some very nice bosoms, the kind
an Earth man would make a fool of himself for.  "Men who have a breast
fixation usually like for them to be large when at rest that means they are
attracted to women who are abnormal...the breasts should only swell during
the return.  Here we see the sort of woman who is highly attractive to
breast fetishists." The display showed various topless Glapi women with the
kinds of breasts that Earth men covet...the kind they think about while
masturbating...or even when they're with a lesser woman.  The screen
changed and showed a man bent over to present his rump for mounting.  A
woman with large breasts that bounced as she approached kneeled behind him.
"For women out there who are a little well-endowed, there is some hope...a
breast fetishist is very likely to be receptive to your advances...and if
you press your breasts on his back he will completely relax as you take
him." The woman hunched over the man as she entered him.  He didn't
struggle at all and they both mugged for the camera and looked happy.  "And
when he comes, it's going to be his best orgasm ever, so he's going to let
you do it again anytime you want." The screen dissolved to show that time
had passed.  The woman rode the man briefly while her breasts bounced and
swayed, and as she filled him he clawed at the bed and banged his head off
the pillow.

   Shan-dra asked, "Are there a lot of breast fetishists on Earth?"

   I said, "On Earth the breasts are a very large...hahahah...part of a
man's attraction to a woman.  They're almost always more prominent than
Glapi breasts and a lot of Earth men can be driven out of their minds by a
good set of mammary glands more than they can by any derriere.  Jiggle
competes with wiggle on a roughly equal level."

   Shan-dra said, "That's so strange...does it bother you that mine are so
small?"

   I told her, "I'm totally a butt man...and I adore your breasts because
they're part of you...they're very feminine...more than enough to satisfy
my expectation of seeing breasts on a woman."

   We saw a diorama that looked like a cutaway lavatory.  It brightened to
show a man sitting on the toilet masturbating.  "Here we see probaphilia.
This man enjoys the enema nozzle and lubricating probes so much that
they're often all he wants.  He's asked his house system to go through the
motions of preparing him and to draw it out.  He doesn't have a date
tonight at all...he's turned-on sexually by the preparation...what truly
makes this fetishistic is that such men rarely even use dildos afterwards
it isn't a substitute for sex...it is the sex." The man suddenly tensed up
and cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as he ejaculated forcefully into the air.

   The next exhibit looked like a store window with mannequins in it.  A
spotlight illuminated the one in front, which looked like a nurse.  A
narration began, "Some people are sexually excited by costumes...this could
range from using them for variety to being incapable of sexual arousal
without them." The nurse began a pirouette.  "A major classification is
authority figures...these may include medical professionals...." A section
of the floor rotated to bring a different mannequin to the front and I saw
a male in tight spandex with his arms and legs exposed.  "...Security
personnel..." A female appeared with her hair pinned up in Glapi spoons and
a garment with a long flowing piece of folded material behind her that
obscured her buttocks.  I noticed that the normal contrasting front patch
was missing.  "...Teacher."

   Shan-dra made a motion with her hand and the exhibit paused.  I saw a
mischievous look on her face as she said, "Did you ever have a dirty crush
on one of your teachers?"

   I said, "Yes."

   "Who?"

   "Miss Lamar." I pictured her beautiful face...how her feathered long
brown hair made her look almost like one of the girls but better.

   "What did she teach?"

   "Xenobiology."

   "Describe her."

   "She was petite...slender...light skinned...dark hair in the latest
style...she didn't have much on top but I barely noticed...she had a small
yet rounded heart-shaped ass that she showed off in all different
outfits...she had a voice that was feminine without seeming girlish and a
little trampy for her education level.

   "Did you think about her when you masturbated?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you imagine you were penetrating her?"

   "No.  That seemed so unrealistic that I couldn't even get it to work as
a fantasy...I used to just think about her unattainable buns...how they
would look if she was naked...."

   "Did you feel embarrassed about secretly masturbating over her...that
maybe she knew?"

   "I'm sure she knew.  She sometimes went out of her way to bend over
counters during lab sessions...once when I accidentally ruined a sea
creature we were dissecting she had me follow her to the storage area to
get a new one...she wiggled her ass seductively and with just the two of us
in the alcove she bent over to get one out of a container on the
floor...she had to know I would be memorizing her rear view and stroking
myself later...."

   "Did you ever touch her backside...by accident of course?"

   I hesitated.  Such a thing would be considered rude on Earth and
possibly on Glapi too.  "Yes...I left my hand hanging over the edge of my
note-taking device...the aisles between the student desks were narrow...she
turned sideways, with her buttocks in my direction, and bumped my hand...I
felt one cheek hit hard, then the cleft, then the second cheek brushed me
more lightly...she said she was sorry but I think we both knew I would be
shooting my load in her honor that afternoon."

   "Did it turn you on that she was an authority figure?"

   "Yes...somehow lusting for the squeezable behind of the woman in charge
of the class felt dirty...wrong...hot."

   Shan-dra said, "Let's see what other costumes turn people on," and waved
her hand.

   The narrator started up again.  "Sometimes it's a character costume...."
I recognized a frilly Glapi outfit that must have been a cleaning woman. 
"...These can remind a person of some past experience, even one remembered
only subconsciously, or they may be purposely chosen for the amusement of
the couple...." I saw a man dressed in what looked like a younger person's
clothes and then a woman wearing what appeared to be polka-dotted swimwear.

   Since I understood how to pause it, I decided to surprise Shan-dra with
some leading questions of my own...talking dirty seemed to turn her on
almost as much as nudity.  I asked her, "I'm sure you've been involved
somewhere somehow with costumes...tell me about a time when you dressed for
a part."

   Shan-dra looked surprised but delighted.  She said, "I switched clothes
with a man once to play around with role-reversal...he wore tight shiny
pants with a high narrow waist and a front flap with a ludicrously low-cut
lacy top.  I wore a man's generally duller costume."

   "How did it feel to be dressed like a man?"

   "I felt like my penis was on display...which makes no sense because
men's are the same size and they don't have front flaps on their
clothing...and without my cleavage showing a little, I felt like I had less
control."

   "Did you perform a simulated courtship walk?"

   "Yes, but only in the maintenance corridor of my flat."

   "Who played the woman and walked in front?"

   "He did...it felt so weird...so dirty...I wondered if I was experiencing
what a man feels as he lets his lust for a woman's buttocks prepare him to
accept her penis into his rectum...I felt kind of...penetrable...I wondered
if a man gets turned on by knowing that he'll soon feel a woman stretching
his anus wide open...if it's exciting for him to know he's about to lose
control."

   "What happened when you got to a more private location?"

   "We stripped and sat on the bed squeezing our hands up and down on each
other's penises...he asked me to bend over for him...I obviously wasn't in
the receptive part of the cycle and so I wasn't sure what he expected to
do. I told him I wasn't willing to get lubed up like a man and accept him
into my back hole.  He asked if I would hold my thighs together and let him
pretend he was pushing his erection inside me."

   "Did you?"

   "Sort of...I doubted he would hurt me on purpose, but I wanted to make
sure there wasn't any accidental forcing of his organ into me...and I had
an idea.  I told him I could do better than just my thighs.  I had the
house system replicate an item I had heard of but didn't have on
hand--tight flesh-colored underwear that didn't stretch much but was soft
and smooth and had a stretchy tube on the back.  While the replicator was
doing its work, I tugged at his organ and made him very hard.  I told him
to turn around and then I put the prosthetic on and squirted men's
artificial lubricant into the hole outside my real anus.  I told him I was
going to make it feel like the real thing.  It felt really dirty that I was
going to imitate a man."

   "Were you hard?"

   "Yes.  I told him, 'It's ok to turn around.  I'm wearing a device to
make it feel like you're penetrating someone's anus...there's a slight
fluting to help guide you in.  I'm going to act like a man now....' Then I
got down on my hands and knees and spread my legs like a man would.  He
didn't seem to know what to do...I suspected that he'd never done the
return and felt uncertain about mounting a woman.  I pretended I was just
giving guidance about the prosthetic and told him, 'just kneel behind me
like a woman does and insert your penis into the flexible tube.' He slowly
slid into the tube.  I encouraged him, 'That's it...feels good, doesn't
it...now hold my hips for leverage...good...you know what to do...oh, I
feel so stuffed...it's so big...I want to feel you moving within me....'"

   I asked, "Did it feel strange to be bending over for him yet having to
tell him what to do?"

   "Yes, a little, but I knew he'd have a good time anyway.  I was amused
by our attempt but I realized that by not actually accepting his organ into
my anus I wasn't experiencing what a man must feel...there was no
pleasure-pain feeling...no sense of giving myself to another person...no
feeling of being touched deeply inside my most private orifice.  He was
enjoying himself though...once he got his hips going he worked hard to
slide his penis in and out of the simulated anus and rectum that I was
wearing.  Between gasping breaths he said, 'Uh, uh, uh...I know why women
like this so much now...why you all try to get your penises into any man
you see...uh, uh, uh...and all I'm getting are the sensations...I'm not
satisfying an instinctive urge...feels so good though...tight...uh, uh, oh,
oh, oh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhh!' I realized that he
was ejaculating."

   I asked, "Did you get to have an orgasm?"

   "Yes.  He had already come so he wasn't immediately receptive to having
me penetrate him.  I didn't want to settle for a hand job though.  I told
him that I needed to squirt my load inside him to feel satisfied.  He said
that he felt a little unsatisfied too since while his orgasm was powerful,
it was more like masturbation than intercourse.  So we agreed that I would
mount him but not hold back.  He had to get cleaned and lubed first but
when he returned I quickly took him from behind and a few minutes later I
drained my reservoirs deep inside him.  He had a second small orgasm from
the hormones but nothing like he had experienced earlier."

   I asked, "Were the costumes forgotten at that point?"

   "Mostly.  I did ask him whether he preferred the man's role or the
woman's, and he said he was happy being a man...which since I doubted he
had ever performed the return meant that he was happy enough to always be
the receiving partner."

   I said, "You still wonder what it's really like for men, don't you?"

   Shan-dra said, "...Yes."

   I motioned to the display and it showed us one more category of
costumes, those that are completely whimsical.  I saw a fairy or princess,
a cosmic outfit with planets orbiting it, and a predator with openings to
expose the wearer's sex organs.  As we looked at the costumes I thought
about how Shan-dra had seemed to be curious about what it would be like to
have another person penetrate her anus.

   The final display of costuming as a fetish showed a "flap fetish." A
group of attractive Glapi women were shown and they all had a contrasting
flap from the waist to the groin, sort of like a wide necktie or kerchief
but hanging from the waists of their pants.  Shan-dra usually wore one too.
The narrator said, "Glapi women's fashion requires a contrasting colored
patch over the crotch area." The display changed to show a woman in what
was clearly archaic and out of fashion clothing.  "The crotch flap
originated at least 1000 years before the technological awakening." A man
in different but also obviously archaic dress appeared and stood next to
her.  I was again reminded of the history of neckties, which were presently
completely out of fashion on Earth but which I knew had recurred throughout
history as a gentleman's clothing.

   The narrator continued, "In the past, before there were modern enema and
lubricating systems, it was more difficult for men to prepare for
intercourse.  To mate comfortably, they had to drink lots of water and then
allow their bodies to expel the water to cleanse the rectum." The man was
seen with a jug and then sitting on some kind of latrine.  "Homes were
smaller back then, which made it difficult to find privacy for copulation
even modern Glapis, sexually free as we are, prefer to engage in the
intimacy of penetration without an audience." The display showed a woman
thrusting into a man from behind in front of an audience.  The spectators
clapped and cheered and the couple's faces turned red "A further hurdle was
that since in those days, the return almost always meant pregnancy, the
average woman performed the return only 5 times in her life.  That meant
men had little chance of completing the cycle." A man appeared and as he
inspected an attractive woman's derriere he looked wistful.

   The screen showed some people looking tense in a small room.  "The
result of less sex than we have today was widespread frustration.  Both men
and women masturbated in the toilet because that was often the only place
they could find enough privacy." A man was shown in a latrine, appearing to
be straining to have a bowel movement and stroking an erection at the same
time.  "Women experienced frequent erections as they remembered the ecstasy
of past anal ejaculations and their bodies made them think constantly about
trying to get inside a man." The small room returned and the two women's
pants slowly rose up to show a tent shape.  "The sight of hard penises
straining against the material of women's clothing could be embarrassing to
both sexes but especially to men because it reminded them that sooner or
later they would experience the indignity of being seen grunting and
babbling while their holes were stuffed." The men looked nervous.

   I looked at Shan-dra and we laughed as she contorted her face into an
imitation of a man during sex.

   A Glapi female dressed in an elaborate and magical costume appeared in
the display of the room with uncomfortable men and flapless women.  "No one
knows exactly how it started, perhaps the Flap Fairy did it, but women
started wearing patches to make their erections less obvious." The Flap
Fairy waved a stick with lights on it and patches suddenly appeared on the
women's pants.  The men looked comfortable and happy.  "Of course, this
also had the effect of drawing attention to the flap area and constantly
reminding men of a woman's ability to penetrate them, but at least outward
modesty was preserved."

   I lifted Shan-dra's flap and looked under it as she giggled and pulled
it back down.

   The display showed a man and a woman and the man was staring at the
woman's flap.  "Some men associate the flap with an erect penis so much
that the flap itself becomes arousing.  They may simply be very interested
in a potential partner's flap and admire it and want to touch it." The man
held the woman's flap and looked aroused.  "Other men may acquire an
article of women's clothing and grip their penises with a flap as they
masturbate." A building system of some kind provided the man with a pair of
women's pants and he rubbed himself with the flap part as he masturbated to
orgasm.  The woman looked at him with alarm as his juices made a visible
wet spot."

   The man and the woman returned to their positions and the man was
staring at the woman's flap again.  "If the flap fetishist is very lucky,
he may find a woman who will indulge his passion.  Sex shops sell
ready-to-go patterns for women's pants that use the flap to cover an
opening nearly the size of the flap." The man lifted up on the woman's flap
to expose her semi-erect penis.  As he stroked it, it hardened fully and
the woman's face showed a look of arousal.  "The satisfaction from
indulging a craving like this is very intense...watch."

   A sleeping pad appeared and as the camera zoomed in on it there was a
pair of pants over the pillow, with the flap showing.  The man took his
clothes off and got down on his knees and elbows for the woman to mount
him, with his face on the flap.  He was so excited that he was stroking
himself with one hand.  The woman took her top off to reveal small but
well-shaped breasts.  She kept her open-flapped pants on with her organ
sticking out.  She rubbed her thighs on his buttocks while letting her
organ bounce against his abdomen.  Then she took him slowly while he rubbed
his own face on the flap in front of him.  The narrator said, "He's so
excited about flaps that he never feels discomfort during penetration.  Her
body's chemical signals will prevent him from having an orgasm until she
ejaculates into him, but when he does orgasm it will be very intense." The
man turned his head to one side on the flap and rhythmically moaned as the
woman enjoyed riding him.  The screen dissolved to show that time had
passed.

   The man and woman re-appeared, grunting and groaning together as the
woman thrust more quickly than before.  She was holding both legs of the
pants along with his hips to keep the flap pulled against his face. 
"Finally, the couple is ready to enjoy transferring the semen from her body
into his.  She picks up the pace to stimulate herself enough to reach her
peak, and pulls the pants so tightly that he has to struggle for breath as
she begins a normal female orgasm.  As she holds herself deeply within him,
her juices trigger his orgasm." The man issued a muffled howl and thrashed
but she held him in place until she finished, then let go.  He had a look
of extreme pleasure as he gulped air and finished spurting his own semen
onto the sheets.

   Shan-dra said, "That was hot."

   I said, "I like your flap...makes me think about what's under it...I
wouldn't want to be gagged with a pair of your pants as we orgasm but you
do leave me breathless."

   Shan-dra smiled and said, "Thanks," and kissed me.

   Across the hall we saw a display that I immediately
recognized...discipline devices!  As we approached, the display of all
different whips, chains, gags, and other implements faded to show a scene
of a woman leaning over a countertop.  A man was whipping her and she was
crying out erotically with each snapping sound we heard.

   The narrator said, "Sex has always been tied to both pleasure and
pain...men accept occasional discomfort during anal penetration for the
orgasm and relief that follows...." The display showed a man's face
contorting as a woman behind him moved her hips forward.  "Women allow
their return slots to be opened up even though it hurts, because it leads
to the most intense orgasm a woman can feel...." A woman appeared with a
man riding her from behind as she cried, and then she began to look calm,
and then she gasped and her face froze into a happy grin as they stopped
moving.  "And women accept penetration knowing that it may lead to the pain
of childbirth." A woman appeared in what looked like a hospital setting. 
As she began to wail in pain, images of her excitedly pumping men appeared
over her, followed by an image of her appearing to be in ecstasy during a
return.

   The scene of a man whipping a woman re-appeared.  "Strong stimulation
can be painful or pleasurable, and the line is finer than we tend to think.
Some people have a fetish for experiencing otherwise negative stimulations
as a way to heighten sex.  The woman we see here is a very important
manager for a space freight company." The screen switched to the woman
standing up in a maroon power pantsuit directing men and women in some kind
of activity.  I couldn't help noticing that she had the firm
confident-looking buttocks of a youthful authority figure.  "She may
actually like giving up control once in a while...maybe it is linked to
guilt over ordering people around or maybe it's because she can only relax
when she's not the one making the decisions." Each time he whipped her, she
yelped, but she made no attempt to escape.

   The man put the whip down and draped his body over the woman's while she
was still bent across the counter.  "Bondage and discipline play can be
very complex and we can't possibly show all of the possibilities unless you
move into the museum.  In this case, the woman likes to feel threatened
until her fear causes her intense arousal." The man began humping at the
woman.  "The feeling of a man rubbing his erect penis near her anus would
terrify most women, but instead she gets turned-on." From our angle behind
and to the side of them, the woman appeared to start panting heavily.  She
suddenly pulled out from under the man, and as the camera followed her, she
grabbed him by the waist and pushed him face-down onto some padding they
must have previously left on the floor.  "Now she regains control by
turning the tables."

   The camera showed them from the side.  As the man tried to get up, she
straddled him with her buttocks touching his and pressed on his back to
hold him down.  I saw her erect penis bounce up and then settle back down
between her thighs.  "He knows he cannot escape." Keeping her hands on his
waist, she moved her knees back so that she was kneeling behind him.  "She
quickly takes him." The woman moved forward and as I saw her tight glutes
flex I knew she had driven her organ all the way into him in one thrust. 
"He struggles weakly but it is all part of their play, and he cannot move
far while impaled and pressed to the floor." The man gasped and slapped at
the floor with his hands as the woman ignored his struggles and began to
clench and relax her buttocks.  "With her dominance restored and her nerve
endings still excited by the whipping, she relentlessly slides her organ
back and forth through his overwhelmed sphincters." Seeing the woman work
her glutes interrupted my breathing and I inhaled deeply.  Shan-dra noticed
and said, "She has really strong buns...She probably works out by working
it in and out."

   The narrator said, "Soon she will finish showing him who is the
boss...intercourse is a mutually pleasurable act between partners, but for
control play the act of penetration can be made to feel like one partner is
invading the other." I realized the sound had gradually turned up and I
could hear the man making plaintive cries,
"Ah...oh...boohoo...oh...boohoo...ungh...oh...hoo." The woman was talking
to him as she ground away, "My ass is so sore...I'm going to work my load
into you anyway...just like other men I bang...a pain in my ass and good
for only one thing...I know you're thinking about my ass right now...my
firmness...my perfect wiggle...my feminine power!  And I'm using my ass to
work my big hard penis into your slimy hole...I can feel the whip
marks...now I'm going to fill you with my seed...I'm going to make my
plaque grow inside you!  You are mine!  Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah!  Oh
yeaaaaaaaaaaah!  Ahhhhhhhh!  Yes, yes, yes!  Ahhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhh! 
Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The man renewed his struggle and thrashed about as his own
forced orgasm hit him and he cried out in ecstasy,
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Haaaaaaaa!  Haaaaaaa!  Haaaaaaa!"

   The screen faded.  The narrator said, "We all have discipline fantasies,
the only difference is that some people actually carry them out." The
screen changed to show what looked like some kind of game show set
with...the emcee from the dance we had held to match Earthlings with Glapi
partners!"

   Shan-dra said, "This guy is great!"

   I said, "I know...I can't wait to see what he does."

   The emcee said, "Well hello out there!  Fancy a smack on the bum, or
maybe a nice relaxing caning?  Recorded live, it's...Choose Your
Punishment!" Game show music played, superimposed with a scream.  The emcee
seemed to be pointing at me.  "You sir, what's your pain...err, I mean
what's your pleasure?"

   I said to Shan-dra, "Is the system interacting with us?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes.  Humor it."

   I realized the computer had the emcee's appearance and personality
programmed in but that the interaction was somewhat unique to me.  The
emcee said, "First, are you more dominant or submissive?"

   I hesitated, but I knew the answer.  "Submissive."

   The emcee said, "Would you prefer to be dominated sensually or
strictly?"

   I said, "Sensually."

   He said, "Are you a beginner or do you make a habit of pain?"

   I said, "I...I've never done anything like this before."

   He said as if to the audience, "Behind these three doors are some truly
hot dominant women." Then he turned back to me.  "Choose a question from
the samples and ask one of the women to answer."

   Sample questions appeared on glowing squares in the foreground.  I could
hardly believe I was going along with this but I realized I had become very
open-minded in the last few weeks...besides, it was only a game...Shan-dra
might get ideas but nothing was actually going to happen to me today.  I
looked at her and she said, "Go ahead."

   I read the question, "Domina 1, do you prefer to tie a man down or
control him so much that he doesn't try to get away?"

   A confident but feminine voice answered, "I use my aura...no binding
necessary...men cooperate because they want to obey me."

   I read another, "Domina 2, how do you let a man know you're in charge?"

   A nasal female voice answered, "I make the man prepare the equipment I'm
going to use on him...when it's some form of whipping, I make him count the
strokes."

   I chose a glowing square, "Domina 3, what do you like to wear during a
session?"

   A breathy voice answered, "I like the classics...black leather that
stops where my legs start and exposes the top half of my breasts."

   The emcee said, "How about three more questions?"

   I said, "Domina 1, what is your favorite tool for corporal punishment
and why?"

   She said, "I like to use a dried out hollow reed, because it doesn't do
much real damage but makes men scream from the pain."

   The emcee said, "She's very honest, that one."

   I read, "Domina 2, when you're finished making a man suffer, do you
prefer to squirt your load up his ass or make him masturbate in front of
you?"

   The nasal voice returned, "I usually make them masturbate but once in a
while I penetrate them for a special treat."

   The emcee said, "One last question, make it a good one."

   There were so many good questions.  "Domina 3, how do you know when to
stop?"

   The breathy voice returned and said, "In case of needing to break the
scene, I use a safe word.  But with practice you get a feel for how much
the sub can take."

   The emcee said, "It's time to choose...your...punishment!  So, if you
didn't have this lovely lady with you, which one would you choose?"

   I thought about it.  There wasn't much to go on but this was supposed to
just be a fun game anyway.  I said, "Number 1."

   The emcee asked the obvious follow-up question, "Why?"

   I said, "I like her voice...it's feminine yet commanding...and I think
she likes using pain for control.  Number 2 seems too procedural.  Number 3
seems too conventional."

   The doors opened to reveal Number 1 and the emcee began describing her
as if she was some kind of showcase.  She was beautiful...relatively
tall...long blue hair...breasts that instead of making her look soft made
her look powerful.

   The emcee said, "Kan-lah enjoys swimming, 3-D Golf, and making men
scream before she violates them.  Her favorite implement is the hollow reed
but her second-favorite is the paddle because the slapping sound adds
humiliation to the pain and it's suitable for beginners." Kan-lah turned
around.  "And look at those buttocks...men go out of their minds for her
even before she spanks them and skewers them." I saw that her rear end
would instantly establish both femininity and power for the right man.

   As I was looking Kan-lah over, the emcee said, "Will you think about
doing this some time?"

   I said, "Yes," and Shan-dra slapped my behind.

   He said, "This has been...Choose!  Your!  Punishment!"

   The screen faded.  Shan-dra said, "Let's skip the exhibit about people
who get off on dirty improperly cleaned rectums."

   I said, "What will we see next?"

   Shan-dra said, "I've got a surprise for you."

   We walked back to the lobby and into a lift that seemed to be taking us
far below the museum.  When the doors opened, we seemed to be in the entry
hall of an ancient temple.  Grotesque stone humanoid heads five meters high
were staring at us from either side of the entrance to a hallway.  The one
on the right seemed to have a bracelet on its head and the other had its
mouth open and its eyes wide open."

   Shan-dra said, "I think the one on the left is having a monstrous
orgasm," and giggled.

   I didn't laugh because I was scared.  Shan-dra said, "Don't worry; we're
not going to have an Earthling Sacrifice.  I've arranged for you to use a
special technology we inherited from an elder race."

   As we entered a more modern-looking chamber, I asked, "What is it?"

   "A virtual sex machine."

   "Did Glapis build it?"

   "No."

   "Some other aliens built it?"

   "Yes.  And no, we didn't kill them.  They just vanished before our
seeding as far as we can determine.  They were at least vaguely humanoid.
Their technology was way beyond ours or Earth's.  Maybe once every hundred
years we find artifacts that we can learn from to gain technological leaps,
but most of their stuff we store for a future time when we may be able to
understand it.  Ancient Glapis thought they were gods but we know they were
people...maybe not exactly like us but pretty close."

   "How do you keep it in repair?"

   "We don't.  It maintains itself, except for some interfaces which we
added to better adapt it to our bodies.  The machine seems to have some
kind of nanotechnology in which tiny parts of its surfaces continuously
perform repairs and also replicate themselves...it's as if it was
alive...but it's not alive...or at least it's not organic.  Let's go
inside."

   We entered the next chamber and we were greeted by a receptionist.  He
said, "Welcome to the Sex Machine."

   Shan-dra said, "We have a reservation for Shan-dra."

   He said, "Ah yes, here it is...for your male friend...I see a special
note here that he is a visitor from Earth.  We've let offworlders use it
but never tried it out on an Earthling before.  Not to worry, we made a
special effort for our honored guest and have tuned an interface to match
his biology and loaded the machine's perception library with what we know
about Earthlings."

   I was a little disconcerted...but I knew Shan-dra wouldn't hurt me, so
it was likely to be safe.  I asked, "What exactly does it do?"

   The receptionist said, "It interfaces with your nervous system to make
you feel like you are experiencing a sexual fantasy...your counselor will
explain it in more detail for you.  Ah, here she is."

   An attractive Glapi woman with curly orange hair approached.  "Hi!  My
name is Lin-Rahn and I'll be your guide today.  I know you're from Earth
and have never heard about the Sex Machine so I'm going to tell you all
about it.  Your girlfriend can be there too for the consultation and then
we have a comfortable lounge set up for her to wait for you during your
experience.  Come with me...or preferably come without me...hahahah!"

   She had identified Shan-dra as my girlfriend.  As we followed her down
the hall, I mostly forgot to inspect her derriere because of that
thought...it was nice though.  I realized what the counselor said was true.
Shan-dra was my girlfriend.  Maybe more.  I wondered if I was falling in
love with Shan-dra.  We had never talked about Glapi long-term
relationships and how that worked.  I would have to find out.  I knew I
would never return to Earth if I could be with her.  So thoughtful...so
beautiful....

   We arrived at a small modern room that had obviously been force-fit into
the original living rock structure.  Shan-dra and I sat in comfortable
self-adjusting chairs across from the counselor.  I noticed a few glowing
panels that seemed to be showing personal pictures of the counselor with
other Glapis.  There was also a cup on the desk that looked like it had
been made with a defective replicator.  Lin-Rahn saw me looking at it and
explained, "My daughter...."

   Now I was even more confused.  I couldn't focus on it right now but that
meant Glapis had direct involvement with their own offspring, at least
sometimes.  And it felt eerie, hearing such a familiar thing in a
subterranean office on an alien planet.

   Lin-Rahn said, "The Sex Machine is one of our most beloved artifacts. 
It gets inside your mind and lets you have sexual experiences that would be
unlikely to happen in real life.  It makes you feel afterwards almost as if
you actually had the experience you'll remember emotions and actions
intensely but you will be aware that it was simulated.  You can relieve
long-repressed desires or act out situations that you know would be
inappropriate in real life."

   I asked, "What is involved?"

   Lin-Rahn said, "You spend some time seemingly asleep on a comfortable
sleeping pad with sensors and neural stimulators in a band on your
head...the amount of time is difficult to measure but it's usually from 30
minutes to 5 hours, during which we carefully monitor and care for your
body.  If you have an orgasm during your trip, your body will expel real
semen as if you were having a nocturnal emission."

   Now I knew why the statue in the lobby looked like it had a band on its
head.  I asked, "Is it safe?"

   "Mostly.  We limit each person to one session of virtual sex every 5
years to prevent shock to the body and to reduce the chances that anyone
becomes dissatisfied with his or her real sex life.  There is stress on the
body but we monitor the vital signs very carefully and only allow healthy
people to use the machine.  A medical team is always on-site just in case
but they spend most of their time studying the machine and its effects,
since actual emergencies are rare.  Just as an aside, the machine doesn't
work for non-humanoid sentient life forms, but it didn't injure them when
we tried."

   Lin-Rahn looked like she was very proud of her work, which I took to be
a good sign.  I asked, "What sorts of fantasies are possible?"

   Lin-Rahn smiled.  "Anything, but the machine can only enhance what the
user provides.  It detects your nerve impulse patterns and sees your
memories...the impression of having the experience is then fed back into
your brain, but it actually came from you in the firstplace."

   Shan-dra said, "I think we should explain to him the experiences that
are possible."

   Lin-Rahn said, "Yes, particularly for a first-timer.  Let me start by
saying that there are no judgments here.  You can do sick and wrong things
that you are too nice and responsible to do in real life.  Or you can do
relatively ordinary things you wish you had been able to arrange in real
life."

   I asked, "Could I try sex as an Earth woman?"

   Lin-Rahn said, "Yes, but your mind and your hormones are those of a
male. You could try out the body of a woman, including the vagina that
Earth women have, but your desires would still be male so it can work if
you're able to relax your mind enough to imagine being a woman having the
experience, but otherwise it would feel somewhat like a homosexual
encounter."

   Shan-dra said, "You can also do something you know is wrong or
rude...for males of species without binary reproduction that often means a
rape fantasy."

   I said, "I wouldn't...."

   Lin-Rahn said, "I know you wouldn't.  That's what makes it so
exciting...think of it...you could force sex on some woman who turned you
down for a date...slap her around to take the fight out of her...rip her
clothes off...push her onto her back and see her looking up at you with
terror in her eyes as you take away her choice and lance into her
vagina...hear her screaming as you pump furiously and make her big
Earthling breasts jiggle...the breasts she was going to keep you from ever
seeing...hear her begging you not to ejaculate inside her...and then it
would be your choice, either squirt your load in while looking at her
horrified face or turn her over and ride her cute little ass so you can
look right at it while you're draining your juices into her."

   She paused for a minute and I must have looked more intrigued than
horrified, because she continued, "Maybe you grab a woman at night in a
park setting...drag her into the woods as she makes futile screams for
help...you can scratch her face with your knife so she knows you're willing
to hurt her...cut her clothing off...tear into her dry vagina from behind
and enjoy the scratchy ride as she begs you not to kill her...order her to
ask you to come inside her...she doesn't do it so you give her another
little cut...now terrified and crying, she says 'Please come inside me,
please come inside me, please'...you ask her, 'What was that?  Please cut
my throat?'...She screams, 'No no no...please come inside me, please come
inside me, don't kill me, please don't kill me!'...by now her vagina is
slick with a mixture of blood and her unwilling lubrication and it feels
really good...she cries hysterically as you pull her to you tightly and
soak her insides with your seed."

   I knew I'd never do anything like this but it was exciting as a purely
imaginary act.

   Shan-dra turned to me and asked, "Would you like to rape Robin?"

   I said, "Yes, but she'd beat me to a pulp if I tried."

   Shan-dra said, "Not if it was in your fantasy.  Think how that junk in
her trunk is always wiggling around...she knows you masturbate over
her...she's such a tease...what if a magic training chip made you instantly
able to outfight her...first you'd have to beat her badly...she'd never
just give up...she'd get some blows in too...you'd tear her pants
off...since it's in your fantasy she'd beg you, 'Please don't do this,' but
you'd tell her to get on her knees and spread or you'll break
something...as you stuff your hard organ into her vagina she breaks down
crying...her vagina is unexpectedly moist...she's turned-on by being
conquered...her hole feels so tight...you look down and see your penis
sliding in and out of her as you enjoy the sight of her sexy buns...she
senses you're nearing orgasm and tries to get away, but you dig your
fingers into her like claws and yank her hips to press deeply inside her as
you make her take it all."

   I said, "Those are hot fantasies...but not my fantasies...."

   Lin-Rahn said, "I understand.  Another popular 'wrong' fantasy is an
erotically-charged execution."

   I said, "Huh?"

   Lin-Rahn said, "In a scene from deep in your Earth's past, you would be
an executioner assigned by a totalitarian ruler to put a woman to death for
economic fraud.  You meet with her to explain the procedure and make it
easier for both of you.  As you enter her cell, you see a pretty young
woman with long brown hair and large breasts with exposed cleavage showing
through the laced bodice of a dress.  Her hands are bound.  You tell her,
'Hello...I'm sorry we have to meet like this.' She asks, 'Who are you?' You
say, 'I am your executioner.' She looks frightened and says, 'When...oh no,
I don't want to die' and begins crying.  You say, 'I will do it soon to
make it easier...no sense making you wait in fear...we will get this done
in an hour.' She says, 'But I'm young and healthy...and all I did was...oh
hoo hoo hoo.' You say, 'I'm sorry...all I can do for you is make it a
little easier.' She suddenly unlaces the top of her dress, exposes her
breasts, and says, 'Look at these...could you harm a woman with breasts
like mine?'"

   I took a sharp breath...I was getting excited in spite of myself.

   The example continued, "You stare for a moment and feel your penis
throbbing.  You tell her, 'I'm sorry but I must, unless there was any
chance, however slight, that you were pregnant, and you've been tested
since you last were alone with a man.  Please close your top.' She cries
and slowly fastens her dress.  She says, 'All that conservative right to
life stuff and life begins at conception, and you can't let a grown woman
live?' You tell her, 'My instructions are to end the existence of both your
mind and your body.  I can do it any way I want as long as it's done in
public.  Since your crime does not involve treason, torture isn't
necessary...for example, I'm not going to burn you at the stake.  However,
we do need a public spectacle as a deterrent.' She watches in shocked
silence as you continue, 'Hanging is an option...as you're lifted off the
ground, you'll put on a good show of squirming and struggling, but it
usually only hurts for a few minutes and we would tie your dress around
your feet for modesty.  We can't use a firing squad because that's reserved
for military executions...kind of messy anyhow.  We can use
beheading...it's quick but in return you would have to kneel and put your
own head on the chopping block to show that you accept responsibility for
your crimes.  Which would you prefer?' She asks, incredulously, 'I have to
choose?'"

   Shan-dra turned to me and asked, "It's your would-be fantasy, what do
you want her to choose?"

   I said, "I think she'll choose beheading."

   Lin-Rahn continued, "Beheading it is.  You tell her, 'Yes, you get to
choose...it really depends on whether or not you think you can handle
placing your head on the block...I can hide the axe...I can also have an
assistant pull on your hair so you stay in position...if you really can't
bring yourself to do it we can still hang you.' She cries and says, 'I
don't want to hang, please don't hang me.' You say, "Ok.  Let's behead you.
There's little preparation needed, you just go out there and put your head
on the block, and I will get it over with quickly.' She asks, 'How long do
I have?' You say, 'It's easiest if you just come with me now...I could let
you stay here for about ten minutes but the fear that builds up may make it
necessary to hang you.' She stands up and you look her over again...it
really is a pity that such an attractive woman will be wasted like
this...but that's the job.  You give her a few minutes of privacy to make
her toilet and then require her to exit the cell."

   I said, "I guess orders are orders."

   Lin-Rahn said, "You direct her to walk in front of you and a pair of
guards follow.  As she bravely walks to the platform, you admire her wide
hips and gently swaying buttocks...it's such a waste.  Out in the sunlight,
a crowd has gathered for execution day.  The stage has stations with
different implements of death, including a frame for torture and
disembowelment, a garrote, and a gallows.  You remove her bindings and tell
her, 'It will all be over soon' as you lead her to the block.  The crowd
heckles her, 'Roll, roll, roll!' She seems brave as she walks up to the
block.  She suddenly unfastens her dress, removes it, and drops it to the
platform.  The crowd roars.  As you instinctively examine her large curvy
backside, she turns and you see her breasts again...they're full and firm
against her ribcage.  She says, 'Look at my body...yours if you let me live
just a little longer.' She gets down on her hands and knees with her legs
spread wide as if presenting for sex and pulls her hair aside as she places
her head on the block.  You think for a moment...there are no rules about
what you can do to her...and the crowd will love it...and what a body...."

   She paused for effect and continued, "You unfasten your pants and
instantly become erect.  You mount her and feel her tight vagina grip you
as you press up against her big round ass.  The crowd is cheering but you
focus on how good it feels to slide back and forth inside her.  She keeps
her head on the block and cries out, 'Oh oh oh...so good...ah ah
ah...harder...do it harder.' You look down and see her hips spread far past
your own on either side...so feminine.  She yells, 'Yes!  Yes!  Oh!  Feels
so big!  Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!' You squeeze her buttocks as you pound
her so furiously that you cause a slapping sound.  She encourages you,
'Yes! Yes!  More!  Keep going!  Unhhhh!  Ohhhhh!  Unhhhhh!' The combination
of her sounds, squeezing of your penis, and flesh against your thighs makes
you rapidly approach the point of no return.  As you prepare to fill her
with your seed, you suddenly realize what she's up to once she has a man's
fluids inside her she could theoretically conceive, and your government's
strict right to life laws mean you won't be allowed to execute her after
you come inside her.  You reach up to rub her clitoris so you can free your
other hand to signal your assistant.  He understands what you want.  You
begin to pump her again as you look down at her head on the block.  She
goes on grunting and moaning to get you excited, 'Unghhhh!  Ahhhhhh! 
Unghhhh!  Ahhhhh!' You seize her hips hard and begin to ejaculate.  The axe
swings down with a thud and as blood sprays out and her head rolls away,
her vagina clamps down as you finish shooting your load into her dying
body."

   I said, "That's sick."

   Shan-dra said, "But kind of erotic, isn't it?"

   I had to admit, "Yes...only as a fantasy though."

   Lin-Rahn said, "So anyway, you can experience things that are creepy and
wrong and that you would never really do that's how some people use the Sex
Machine.  Another thing you can do is experience things that are possible
in the real universe but which would be difficult or implausible for you to
arrange.  You could experience sex with a famous actress...or someone
else's mate...or group sex...or maybe the feeling of sex with a woman you
can't stop masturbating over."

   Shan-dra said, "That's it!"

   I said, "Wouldn't that be a little conventional?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes, but it's a good fantasy for a beginner and I know
just who you should pick."

   I said, "You're going to nominate someone?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yes.  Remember Glapis don't get jealous."

   Lin-Rahn looked on eagerly as I said, "Who?"

   Shan-dra said, "Jean...the short receptionist with gorgeous curly red
hair surrounding her plain face...you said she had a great heart-shaped
ass...you've masturbated over her even since arriving on Glapi, haven't
you?"

   I said, "Yes."

   Shan-dra said, "Is she the woman you've masturbated over more than any
other?"

   I said, "Yes."

   Shan-dra said, "Can you think up a plausible scenario to start the
fantasy?"

   Lin-Rahn suggested, "You can always rape her."

   Shan-dra made a funny face and said, "Maybe a lead-in scenario...does
the Sex Machine have the ability to produce one from his mind?"

   Lin-Rahn said, "Yes...it could do that...the subject needs to relax and
work with it a little."

   I was beginning to realize that I was going to have sex with Jean...or
at least experience sex with Jean.  Her wiggling heart-shaped ass flashed
before my eyes and my penis tingled.

   I said, "It's so exciting it's scary, but I want to do it.  How do we
start?"

   Lin-Rahn said, "Down the passageway are some changing rooms.  You need
to swap your clothes for a cover-up gown.  The anticipation will begin to
drive you crazy if this is something you want badly, but try to think about
something other than your fantasy and make sure you resist the urge to
touch yourself.  When you're ready, step into the experience chamber."

   Shan-dra said, "I'll wait for you in the lounge...relax...go where the
machine leads you."

   Lin-Rahn said, "Let's go," and she led me to a changing room.  I forgot
to even bother watching her rear end as she walked.

   As I changed, I couldn't help briefly thinking about Jean.  I used the
toilet so I would be comfortable during my experience.  Then I tried to
think about 3-D golf and I thought about how Jean would look bending over
to pick up a golf ball.  Then I did what I had to do...I thought about
eating slee fish.

   I stepped into the experience chamber and heard a chorus of moaning and
groaning sounds.  There were privacy curtains to separate the individual
interface areas.  Lin-Rahn led me to a pad and directed me to remove my
robe and lie on my back.  She began to direct some technicians, saying,
"He's from Earth...the bio profile is pre-loaded...non-binary
mating...nervous system similar to Glapi...load the safety codes."

   As they worked on me, I tried to relax and not worry about how strange
it all seemed.  They placed a soft band around my head and fastened several
remote sensors to my chest.  A soft absorbent pad was fastened over my
entire groin area.  I heard Lin-Rahn say to me, "You're going to pass
through a download phase where the machine will collect knowledge about
your idealized Jean and examine your more general turn-ons.  When that is
completed there will be a clear demarcation point and then your fantasy
will begin."

   A technician approached me with a syringe.  Lin-Rahn said, "This is to
keep you from hurting yourself...you'll feel a small pinch." The technician
stuck me with the needle and forced its contents into a vein in my arm.  I
felt very sleepy...so sleepy.  My eyes seemed to close but then I felt
awake and like I could see again...only I wasn't in the experience room
anymore.  I felt a slight tingle all over my body and then began to
perceive scenes and ideas being downloaded from my memory.

   I was at the biometrics office where Jean worked, and she was checking
me in.  I knew she would lead me to the examining room instead of just
pointing the way.  As she stepped out from behind the counter, I followed
behind her and stared down at her beautiful wiggling ass in her tight white
pants.  Then I was back at the counter and she was about to lead me to the
examining room again.  This time she was naked.  I had a sensation of
drooling as I watched her buttocks twist seductively.

   Images of past sexual partners floated by.  I saw Katie...tall and with
big hips...her breasts didn't match well.  I saw Elaine walking, with her
huge flabby ass jiggling each time she took a step.  I felt the sensation
of my penis being inside Debbie...she was always so tight.

   I saw Jean again.  She was having sex with various men, all of whom
seemed better looking than me.  Most of them were on her from behind.  One
man was grinding away on her missionary style as she moaned and tossed her
head back and forth.  Then I saw her sucking a man's erect penis before she
straddled him and rode him as her beautiful red curls swung back and forth.

   A skinny woman with long blonde hair entered a room with a large
cushion. She leaned over the cushion and exposed her crotch area from
behind.  I had a sensation of approaching her even though I didn't see
myself.  I saw her anus stretch and felt the sensation of a tight ring
squeezing over my penis and then felt the tip enter a looser area. 
Whatever was holding her open was invisible, so I saw right in...mostly red
and pink.

   I felt my arms around a large cushion as images of topless women floated
by.  The sight of breasts was comforting during such a strange experience.
I thought about how good it would feel to hug the women and feel their
breasts pressed against my chest...or lie on top of one of them slowly
sliding my organ back and forth inside her as I rubbed against her breasts.

   I saw Jean walking down the street towards her flat.  It had been near
mine on Earth so I occasionally saw her that was part of why she fascinated
me so much and stayed on my mind.  I lived on the third floor facing her
building, so I could see her walk through the front door.  I never even
tried to talk to her outside of the biometrics office but I wanted to
intensify my masturbation over her.  I had had my house system zoom in and
film her, which was exciting, but somehow didn't feel dirty enough.  So
next I began to predict when she would return and stroke myself nearly to
orgasm as I waited, and then watch through a zooming magnifier and try to
time my orgasm so I would ejaculate while watching her wiggle from the
street to the door.  I felt intense angst.

   I was at a shopping mall and saw Jean in the distance with a female
friend.  That had never really happened.  She was wearing the tight white
pants that made me so crazy.  She made some cute gestures while they talked
and her hair bounced a little to reveal her pouty lips in profile.  They
went into a store and I continued on my way to an escalator.  As I was
about to get on the escalator, they stepped in front of me and got on it,
still chatting away that was impossible since they had been far behind me.
I nervously stood behind Jean with her ass in my face.  It would be awkward
if they noticed me since she would recognize me and think something funny
was going on.  I stared straight at her ass anyway, hoping she wouldn't
suddenly turn around to look at the lower mall level below.  The material
was textured, with squiggly black embellishments on each buttock.  I tried
to memorize the perfect curvature of her cheeks...they were squeezed into
the tight pants and the crotch of the pants was a little high so it would
provide some lift and separation.  I admired the way her buttocks flowed
into the bottom of her heart shape and how sharply they were defined where
they met her thighs.  The escalator ride seemed longer than it should have
and then it dissolved.

   I saw myself in a bedroom with a fat woman.  She had probably average
looking at some time in her life but her face was puffy and she had rolls
of gut now.  She had giant breasts but they sagged and looked like an extra
fat roll.  She turned over and presented her enormous ass to me while
letting her belly hang down.  Her thighs touched even though she was trying
to hold her legs apart.  I watched in disgust as my avatar kneeled behind
her and tried to penetrate her.  He struggled to push against her big soft
buttocks and curled his abdomen under her to take stabs.  He jammed himself
hard enough that her flesh actually flowed past him and touched his back a
little.  She said, "Ahhhhhhhh!" and I knew he had entered her.  He started
crying with tears dripping onto her back as he struggled to stay inside her
while moving enough to trigger his release but the scene drifted away in my
mind before he finished.

   I looked into a window and saw a slender young woman with straight
blonde hair lying naked on her back.  A handsome naked young man was
positioned over her and licking and sucking her neck as she writhed and
made heavy breathing sounds.  He brought his head to the perky little
breast closest to me and sucked hard on it, making her moan,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" He kissed her hard on the lips as she put her arms around
him.  I could see him rubbing one knee against her crotch as their tongues
flicked.  Her face flushed and turned dark pink as I heard her panting.  He
licked and sucked her other breast as he reached down to rub her clitoris,
making her buck and say, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" He continued rubbing her and I knew
he was inserting a finger to test her wetness.  He went back to kissing her
and then said, "It's time." She said, "I'm scared," and I realized it would
be her first time.  He rubbed her crotch with his knee as he said, "I love
you so much...I want to be closer to you...I want to make love to you." She
looked nervous and like she was anticipating pain, but she nodded and said
softly, "Ok." He positioned himself over her with one hand on her shoulder
and one hand under them and I knew he was penetrating her.  She tensed up
and I saw her breasts heaving with her stiff nipples pointing up.  She
gasped in pain, "Owww!" and he said, "Ahhh...yeah...oh yeah." She started
crying as he immediately began to thrust.  She said, "It hurts, owwww, it
hurts," and panted hard, making her breasts move.  He didn't break his
rhythm and looked smug and almost smiling a he said, "Yeah...oh
yeah...ah...ah...." She was crying and tears were streaming down her cheek
as he yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhh!" and then rolled off
of her.  She cried softly as they vanished.

   I felt like I was in a lounge.  Somehow I knew that the machine had
completed its testing and probing of my mind.  The room became more
concrete in feel and I had the sensation of really being there.  I was
seated in a large comfortable chair and Earth style refreshments were
provided on a table.  A soothing female voice said, "Relax for a moment. 
You may have the sensations of thirst or hunger.  Feel free to eat and
drink." It was all too close to what I would expect to see on Earth, so I
knew it was coming from my own mind.  I felt thirsty though, so I drank
some plain water.  As I picked up the container, I felt touch and coolness
I knew it was imaginary but it didn't feel imaginary.  I looked down at my
hands and they looked normal.  I touched a hand to my face and felt the
contact.  I seemed to be dressed in blue Earth-style male clothing.

   I saw a doorway framed with a glowing orange border and an softly lit
hallway beyond.  The voice returned and said, "The time has come for you to
come.  When you are ready, step through that door...and your experience
will begin." I felt nervous but I knew what I was supposed to do.

   As I stepped through the doorway, a woman entered the hallway from a
side door and I heard the clack of heels as she walked away from me.  I
knew immediately that she was Jean and I felt a flutter in my stomach and
palpitations in my heart.  I looked down and saw her heart-shaped buns
straining against her tight white pants.  I looked up and saw curly red
hair bobbing as she walked.  Then I looked down again and enjoyed the
view...plump yet
tight...toned...feminine...twisting......twist...clack...twist...  clack."

   Suddenly she slipped and fell down.  I approached and asked, "Are you
all right?" I saw her cute pouty-lipped face and felt flutters again.

   Jean said, "I think so...the building systems really polished this
floor...could you help me up?"

   I was going to touch Jean...I had never done that.  I held my arm out
for her to grip and I felt her warm hands put pressure on me as she righted
herself back onto her high heels.  I was touching her.  I caught a whiff of
her perfume...it was an intoxicating floral scent.  She stood all the way
up and we looked at each other.  I tried not to look down but I noticed
that her small breasts looked good in her shiny green top...there were
gathers just below her cleavage to make them look bigger.

   Jean said, "I know you!  We measured you a while back for some kind of
identification."

   I said, "You're that nice woman from the biometrics center!"

   We realized she still had her hands on my arm.

   Jean said, "I think I'll be able to make it home," and let go of me.

   I knew this was my chance.  I said, "Do you live nearby?  I could walk
you home."

   She seemed a little threatened by that and said, "I'll be ok."

   I remembered what an actor in an entertainment video had done in this
situation and I said, "Would you at least let me call a transportation
service for you?"

   She looked at me and the tension was gone...I seemed to be a nice guy
and I was willing to help her and send her on her way.  She said, "My place
isn't far away...I live in this building actually...just down the
hall...can I offer you some tea?"

   I said, "I'd like that."

   She said, "Let's go then."

   I tried to walk next to her even though I wanted to hang back and look
at her ass.  We reached her door and the security system let us in.  She
entered before me because she knew the way and knew that her house system
would protect her if I was somehow dangerous.  I stared at her derriere
again while she bent to take her shoes off.  I looked up to see that her
flat was spacious and decorated in the antique style that was the latest
fashion.  There were beams that looked like they were made from chunks of a
tree like the ancients used to do.  The furniture was ornate and framed
with a smooth grained material that I knew was intended to simulate tree
furniture.

   Jean said, "Take your shoes off and have a seat...I'll have the
replicator start on the tea."

   I sat on the right side of a wide soft couch with a low table in front
of it.  She returned carrying a tray with a teapot and teacups.  After
placing the tray on the table, she sat down next to me...not across from
me. She leaned over to pour some tea for me and our hands touched as she
handed me the cup, making me feel a tingle in my fingers.

   She said, "So what brought you to my neighborhood?"

   I said, "I was working on a technology exchange with the planet Glapi."

   "What are you going to exchange?"

   "Transdrives...engines...for gravity control technology."

   "That must be fascinating...but hard work."

   I knew I had to get her talking about herself to make her feel good.  I
said, "Yes, we work hard but I enjoy it.  What's it like working in
biometrics?"

   She said, "I'm the receptionist, so I handle the customers more than the
actual measuring, but I do assist with it sometimes."

   "You must meet a lot of interesting people."

   "Sometimes I do...we measure a lot of things depending on why we're
measuring...system interfacing and security mostly, but you never know."

   "What are some of the ones that stand out?"

   "There was a woman who had to get measured to make herself identifiable
to tiny chips embedded in zoo animals.  Imagine needing ID for a dog."

   I laughed on cue.  "You have such interesting furniture...what made you
decide to decorate this way?"

   Her eyes brightened, "I've always been interested in history and ever
since they started making patterns for these I had wanted to get them...it
was a very productive time in biometrics last year and we all got nice
credit bonuses."

   "How did you know what you wanted?"

   "I saw them in a book."

   I asked, "What's a book?"

   Jean's eyes brightened again and she became animated.  "They're ancient
recordings of information on processed plant fibers."

   "Do you have a lot of them?"

   "Oh yes, I collect them...that rack over there ." She pointed.  "
contains a bunch of them...mostly reproductions but I have a few real ones
in a sealed drawer."

   I said, "That's fascinating...can I see one?"

   She said, "Sure," and looked excited that I was interested.

   As she got up and went to the rack, I looked at her backside again.  I
felt a tingle in the end of my penis.  The way she wiggled when she walked
compelled me to watch every time I could...she was so round...and firm....
I picked up my tea in case she turned around.

   She returned with what looked like simulated animal hide filled with
paper...at least I knew about paper and sometimes used small pieces of
that.

   She sat down close to me and opened the book.  "It's about interesting
places to visit." She paged quickly to some spot in the book and held it
open.  "Here's a picture of Paris...I actually got to go there a few years
ago...so beautiful."

   I leaned in to see the picture and asked her, "What's in the picture?"

   She moved the book partly into my lap.  "They call it the Eye Full
tower, because people like to look at it so much."

   I said, "Can I try turning the pages?"

   "Sure." She looked delighted by my interest and she smiled.

   She put the book between us and I reached to my left.  I gently pried up
a page and moved it towards her.  As I brought it completely over, my
fingers touched the fingers she was holding the book with.  I felt sparks
again.

   The page on the right showed an aerial view of a green field with some
intersecting light brown tracks running through it in a geometrical
pattern. I said, "That's beautiful...but what is it?"

   Jean's eyes lit up again and she leaned to her right and reached to
point at the page in my lap.  Our shoulders touched.  She said, "They're
ancient canals in Asia.  They can only be seen from high above...it's not
known how they were built in such precise patterns without being able to
see them from the air."

   I asked, "Are all of your books filled with interesting stuff like
this?"

   She said, "Interesting to me at least...it's so rare that I meet anyone
who will let me blather on about it...I could just hug you!"

   My pulse quickened.  I knew what I had to do.  I said, "Of course you
can," and turned to her and held out my arms.

   It felt like an eternity waiting to see what she would do and then she
turned and we put our arms around each other.  We didn't let go.  We moved
our legs completely against each other and I looked into her eyes.  I said,
"This feels nice."

   Jean said, "Mmmh hmmm," and smiled.

   We suddenly hugged more tightly and then kissed.  I was kissing Jean! 
Her perfume was intense!  Her sexy red curls were brushing my face!  I
immediately started to erect and felt a drop of fluid ooze out as my pants
prevented me from getting completely hard.  We both took a breath and then
kissed again, holding it for a few seconds.  I had my arms around her...at
an awkward angle since we were sitting next to each other but around her.
We quickly kissed four times in a row, just momentarily touching our lips.
My chest was touching her breasts!  Jean's breasts!  My penis strained
against its confinement.

   I knew I had to avoid harming her book but I continued kissing her for
about a minute with it balanced on our legs so that I could be sure she
would let me continue after I put it on the table.  I said, "I better put
the book on the table, I'll be right back!" Then I risked letting go of her
to place the book on the table but kept our legs touching.  I turned back
to her and we embraced again.  She kissed me hard.  My lips were tingling.
Jean's face was in my face!

   My sides were hurting from twisting so far and I guessed that hers were
too.  I put my right hand lower on her back and my left hand higher and
then gently lowered her onto her back and continued kissing her.  Our feet
were still on the floor but that took a lot of the pressure off.  I was
above Jean looking down at her and she was breathing heavily as we touched
our tongues together.  I kissed along her cheek and then returned to her
mouth.  Then I kissed up to her ear...she squirmed and said, "Ah," as I
mouthed her earlobe and then ran my tongue around inside her ear.

   I paused while she was excited about the ear licking and pulled her legs
up onto the couch under me and then straddled her left leg.  I lay
completely on top of her with most of my weight on my knees and elbows with
a little on her hips.  We went back to kissing hard.  I was on top of Jean!
Almost in the missionary position!  Due to her lesser height my crotch was
closer to our feet than hers, but that actually meant that the tip of my
penis was close to her opening...so close...and it had straightened out in
my underwear and was now pointing straight up my abdomen.  I could feel
myself dripping.  I licked along her chin and then sucked gently along her
neck.  I kissed hard where her neck met her shoulder and she squirmed and
said, "Ah." Then I kissed the middle of her throat and made a probing kiss
on her exposed chest just below her neck, quickly returning to her mouth.

   I hugged her firmly with my face on her shoulder and felt her breasts
squeeze against me.  As I lightened my grip and picked my head up, I licked
her ear and then made little kisses on my way back to her mouth.  I gazed
into her eyes and smiled.  Our tongues met again and she flicked hers
rapidly against mine.  I leaned down and kissed further below her neck,
well within the bare part of the scoop in her top, and she made no
objection.  I was careful each time I kissed a new area to spend time
kissing her mouth first.  Then I returned to her neck and chest.  I kissed
along the neckline of her top and actually licked slightly under the edge
towards the top.  She must have applied her perfume to her cleavage area
because it smelled very strong whenever I kissed her further down.

   She reached up and squeezed my ass with her hands and a look of lust
appeared on her face.  I pressed my pelvis hard against hers.  I leaned
further over her and began to rub my upper leg against her crotch
occasionally as we kissed.  Then I timed the rubbing with licking closer to
her cleavage.  Finally, I ran my tongue down her small and wide-spaced
cleavage to touch the low point where the neckline of her top actually went
a little below her breasts.  She took a sharp breath but I immediately
returned to kissing her mouth and now when I ground with my leg she pushed
back.

   Keeping the kissing going, I reached down with my right hand and rubbed
the front crotch area of her pants.  She said, "Oooooooo," and I began
moving my hand firmly in a circle as she squirmed and moved her tongue
against mine.  I had my fingertips right outside of Jean's hot wet hole!  I
felt a throb and more leakage of pre-ejaculate out my urethra.

   I kissed along the belly area of her top and then suddenly yanked it out
of her pants and kept kissing her bare stomach.  I heard her breathing
heavily.  As I massaged her crotch with my right hand, I slowly rolled up
her top until it was just below her breasts.  Then I kissed her lips hard.
I felt her beautiful red curls brushing my face as I licked lightly at her
ears.

   Suddenly, I lowered my head, pushed the left side of her top up, and
sucked as hard as I could on the exposed breast.  She moaned,
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" and tossed her head back.  As I licked at her left breast, I
uncovered the right one.  I raised myself up on my arms and took a look
they were small but very nicely shaped, with a peaked look on top and a
rounded fullness on the bottom, and they matched well.  Her areolas were
pink and a little large for her breasts, and she had small brown nipples. I
put my mouth back over her left breast and tried to draw it into my mouth.
Then I gave equal time to her right breast, and began rubbing her crotch
again halfway through.

   Jean was panting as I went back to kissing her on the lips.  She said,
"Huuuuuh!  Huuuuu!  Let's take our tops off!  Huuuuuuuh!" I sat up on the
couch and she sat next to me.  We stripped to the waist.  I was seeing Jean
naked!  More naked than I ever thought I would anyway.  Breasts...the
signature of an Earth woman's femininity...hanging down slightly on her rib
cage now that the built-in support from her blouse was gone.  She was
smiling.  She said, "I don't normally...do this...."

   I said, "I don't either...you're so beautiful though," and cut off the
discussion by embracing her and kissing her mouth.  Her bare skin felt so
soft and warm on my hands.  I sucked hard on her right breast, causing her
to toss her head back and grab at me.  She said, "My back is a little sore
from falling before...would you rub it for me?"

   I said, "Yes...lie down...." She lay down on her face.  I was seeing
Jean's rear end up close.  My penis throbbed against my pants, almost
painfully.  I gently spread her legs and put my knees between them just
behind her coveted derriere.  I leaned over her to massage her shoulders,
and my groin pressed on her buttocks...I was touching the pants...and
feeling her buttocks beneath...Jean's buttocks!  In the pants she'd driven
me so crazy with!

   As I gently dug my hands into her shoulders, she said, "Mmmmmm...that
feels nice." I went lower, rubbing instead of squeezing as her back became
less fleshy.  I pulled her gorgeous hair aside to kiss the back of her
neck. Then I kissed down her back.  I reluctantly moved back from her
enough to kiss her spine just above where it went into the high waist of
her pants.  Then I dug my hands into her buttocks.  The pants were very
tight and resisted letting me grab much.  I had my hands...on the flesh I
had dreamed about while masturbating at least 100 times!  I gasped and felt
nervous but I felt like all the colors became brighter.  These were the
parts of her that wiggled...so healthy...muscles...fat...perfection.

   I rubbed and squeezed and couldn't stop.  I should have returned to the
regular massage for a while but I couldn't let go.  I rubbed her lower back
just above the waist of her pants while rubbing the right side of my face
against her right buttock.  As I looked up, Jean propped herself up on her
right arm and looked over her shoulder a little.  She said, "I think my ass
is my best feature...looks like you do too."

   I said, "You have the nicest ass I have ever seen."

   She said, "Thanks...you haven't really seen it yet...would you like to?"

   I could hardly breathe.  I said, "Ummm...yes."

   She reached under herself and I heard a fastener unsnapping.  Then she
got onto her hands and knees and bent over with her legs together.  "Go
ahead...pull them down."

   I pushed my fingers between her pants and her hips so I could get a good
grip and then I pulled them down to her knees.  I was stunned by the sight
of her plump cheeks as they were freed from their casing.  Her lacy white
minimal panties covered the middle but I saw the sides and bottom.  She
said, "You like that?"

   I said, "Umm hmmmmm."

   She said, "Go ahead...pull my pants off."

   I tugged at the pants while she relaxed her knees and they came
completely off.  I wanted to rub the back of them on my face but I dropped
them on the floor.  I looked at her mostly-exposed buns and then put my
hands on them.  They were warm and softer than they looked stuffed into her
pants but were still firm and kept their shape well.  I smelled a faint
musky odor and realized it was her wetness.

   I rolled her panties down her legs and yanked them past her feet.  I was
stunned at the sight...I was seeing Jean naked...from behind...bent over.
She shaved, so I could see her lips engorged and puffy...ready for action.
I pressed my face to her left ass cheek to feel it against my skin.  Then I
opened my lips and kissed halfway down.  She said, "Oh yeah!  Kiss my ass!
Kiss my ass!" I felt an almost painful pressure at the base of my penis and
felt myself dripping again.  The musky smell was strong now.  I lightly
pressed my teeth on her right cheek and rubbed her clitoris with my hand.
Her whole crotch area was soaking wet.

   She pulled herself forward and then stood up.  I was seeing Jean naked
in front of me.  Her strong facial features...protruding
cheekbones...overdone super-feminine makeup...pretty red curls...and her
breasts.  She said, "Unfasten your pants." I obeyed and she kneeled on the
floor to tug on them until they came off.  Then she pulled my underwear
off. My erection sprang free and reached full size almost immediately.  She
grabbed it in one hand and I thought she was going to suck on it but she
just looked at it and said, "You've got a nice one.  How about we see if we
can get it any harder?" Just seeing her face when she said that and hearing
her voice was making my penis twitch in her hand.

   Jean said, "I'm ready...I'm so ready," and stood back up.  I stood up
and held her as my penis bounced between us.  I felt some of my leakage rub
off on her belly.  I kissed her and then she said, "I like it really hard
when it's going in...I don't want shallow strokes...just completely enter
me without backing up...I love that feeling...it's been a while since I've
been with a man so be gentle...but don't back up...hold me and slowly fill
me up.  Now I want you to follow me to the sleeping chamber."

   I was going to follow her.  She was naked!  I was going to see Jean's
naked ass move!  I had imagined this so many times while stroking myself!
She turned and I felt like I was watching myself watch her glutes as I
followed her.  The perfect balance of firmness and jiggle was unbelievable.
I had to remind myself to breathe and I heard myself gasp for air.

   When we entered the sleeping chamber, she went straight up to her bed,
which was in some kind of antique style with a tree flesh headboard and
sheets that imitated being made out of plant or animal or some other
natural fiber.  I saw it all instantly due to my heightened awareness but
didn't really look at it.

   Jean got down on all fours in the position her body was made for and
spread her legs.  I felt as if my penis stuck out 20 centimeters as I
approached her.  She had a perfectly heart-shaped bottom...when bent over,
it flared out from her waist, then stuck out slightly to the sides,
slightly up, and had enough padding to form a bubble at the tops of her
thighs in the back.  I felt myself drip again as I approached the bed.

   As I got onto my knees behind her I was trembling from excitement.  She
said, "Take me gently...but firmly...don't seesaw...make me feel stuffed."
I saw the most enticing pair of spread buns I had ever seen...they were
perfect...and just below the center was the hole I had dreamed about for
years.  Jean's vagina!  I held myself up with my left hand on her hip and
used my right hand to start cramming my penis into her.  I nestled the tip
in her vestibule and took a breath.

   I moved forward to create some pressure and found it difficult.  Jean
said, "That's it...right there...." I avoided any thrusting motion and
slowly increased the pressure like she asked me to do.  I began to feel
like something was pinching the head of my penis and then I felt my organ
start sliding into her.  She yelped, "Aaaaerrrrrp!" and I paused.  She
said, "Keep going...it hurts a little but it's a sexual hurt...it feels
good." I moved in another few centimeters and she tensed up and her vagina
clamped me painfully.  She said, "Don't back out, don't back out, unnnnnh,
ohhhhhhhh, keep going!" I maintained gentle pressure and as her muscles
relaxed, I felt my penis stretching them open and entering her.

   I felt light-headed as I penetrated her deeply...her beautiful buttocks
were about to be against my thighs...her vagina was so tight that I
couldn't feel her wetness.  When I was all the way in, she said, "Aaaaaah!"
and gasped for air and clutched at the sheets as she struggled to
accommodate me.  I held her hips and pulled her back against me and asked
if she was all right.  She said, "Yes...the sudden feeling of fullness
excites me so much!" I looked down and saw my organ stuffed up her
vagina...I was inside Jean!  I was in the vagina attached to the best rear
end I had ever seen!  Jean!  I felt like I was going to prematurely
ejaculate so I stayed still and gently nuzzled her back.

   She said, "Do it to me!  I want to feel you move!"

   I could feel a trickle of pre-ejaculate running out of me into her
body...I desperately held back my orgasm because I wanted to enjoy her for
a while.  I started to slowly move but I looked at the back of her head, at
her pretty red hair, instead of looking down at her buttocks, and I tried
not to push too firmly against her, and I kept my hands still instead of
squeezing her buns.  I knew that once I built up a rhythm I'd be able to
hold back more easily.

   She said, "Harder...I'm ready for more...." I increased the power and
speed of my thrusts and stayed just below my peak.  I pulled on her hips
and squeezed her buttocks against my thighs.  She said, "Yeahhhhh...that's
it," and began grunting, "Unhhhhh, Unhhhhh, Unhhhhh." I had pounded her in
my stroke fantasies dozens of times and now I was really doing it...I had
Jean's vagina tight around my stiff organ and was ramming against the flesh
I'd craved for years.  I slowed down for a while to rest and admire her
body...the skin on her back was smooth...her legs were short but shapely
not sticks but not piano legs either...nice and round and toned...and in
between her legs and her back was her hindquarters...with the opening to
her vagina...as I looked down where we were joined I started pumping hard
again.

   I said, "Uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh!" as I jerked my hips back and forth.  She
clutched at the sheets and said, "Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh!" in time with my
thrusts.

   I said, "Jean!  I have never felt this good in bed...  it's so good to
be inside you...your ass is so perfect!  You're so tight inside...."

   Jean said, "Unhhhhhhh!  You're making me feel good too...I love getting
it from behind!"

   I said, "Your body was made for this!"

   She said, "This is the best way...makes me extra tight...I love the
feeling of fullness...I love sticking my butt in the air for a man!"

   I said, "Uh!  Uh!  Oh!  Oh!"

   She said, "I feel so good...I want to climax...help me get my release!"

   I said, "I want you to make you come...what should I do?"

   She said, "Gently rub my clitoris but keep moving in and out of me."

   I leaned forwards a little and stimulated her with my fingers.  She
said, "That feels good...you can unhhhhh!  You can do it harder." I rubbed
more vigorously.  She said, "Ooooooh...mmmmmmm...uhhhhhhhh!" I slowed down
a little but kept up the pressure as I continued to grind against her.  She
said, "Mmmmm...oh oh oh...mmmmm oh oh oh...oh oh...slam me!  Grab my hips
and slam me!"

   I grabbed her with both hands and pounded her butt so hard there was a
slapping sound.  She grunted like an animal, "Uhghghghghg!  Uhghghghghg! 
Uhghghghghg!" I looked down to see myself entering her over and over
again...her ass jiggled from the impact.  She said, "Eeeeeeee!  Eeeeeee! 
Eeeeeee!" then tensed up and went silent as I felt her vagina contract in
waves.  She panted and caught her breath as I held her and moved slowly in
and out.  I had made her come...I had made Jean come!

   She said, "Now it's your turn."

   I said, "I don't want this to end."

   She said, "It's time...look at my ass...you can't resist...let go...."

   I knew she was right...I could hold back only so long....  I said, "I
don't want to stop...I want to kneel here and look at your ass
forever...but I'm feeling an urge to...."

   She looked over her shoulder and said, "I'm not on birth control."

   I said, "Huh?"

   She said, "I decided a year ago to stop using it...I'm not getting any
younger...I was going to use a sperm center but then I decided to just let
nature take its course...when I have sex I mate."

   I slowed down almost to a pause.

   She said, "I'm only letting you know that to push you over the
edge...you're thinking of pulling out...but then you wouldn't get to clamp
down on my ass and blow the biggest load of your life into me."

   I looked down at her wide hips...her teardrop-shaped buttocks...her
pretty red hair...and her wide open hole...so tight....  I wasn't going to
pull out.  I started moving again.

   She said, "I can usually have a second orgasm when a man fills me...the
grunting...the groaning...the way his hands clutch at me...and the sperm!
Just knowing your juices will be full of sperm is making me build up to a
plateau already!"

   I said, "Jean....  Uh, uh, uh!" and started pumping rapidly.  I kneaded
her ass flesh and looked at her backside some more.  I imagined how she
looked wiggling in her tight white pants.  She panted loudly and then
started grunting again, "Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!" I grunted along with
her, "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" I felt the semen preparing to boil up from the base of
my penis.  Her ass was so...round...soft...tight...it would feel so good to
squirt my semen into her body.  I was on the ass that had driven me so out
of my mind for so long...I was actually mounted on Jean's hot ass...and I
was going to ejaculate into her...after so many wanks...so much
dreaming...I was going to come inside Jean!

   I was headed for the point of no return.  I made some irregular groans
and ran my hands over her bottom.  She said, "Oh yes!  Come in me!  You'll
feel so good!  Fill me!  I love it!  Look down!  Let go!  Fertilize me!"

   Her hips suddenly felt very wide in my hands...my penis felt huge and
tingles ran from the tip to the base....  I said, "Jean!  Oh Jean!" She
said, "Uh uh uh!" I felt a strong throb and dug into her hips.  She said,
"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Eeeee--!" and went silent as her body thrashed around. I
held her hips so tightly that they didn't move away from me at all.  As I
continued to pump with a final urgency, I felt another strong throb.  I
babbled, "Jean!  Your ass!  I'm going to come in your ass!  Ungghhghghgh!
Jean!  Ass!  Jean!  Oh!  Jean!  Jean!  Jean!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I held her tightly against me each time for 6 tremendous
spurts and then moved against her more gently as my contractions tapered
off.

   I stayed inside her, not wanting the pleasure to end.  I began to
soften, and then I popped out of her.  We lay on our sides facing each
other.  She said, "Feel better now?"

   I said, "Yes."

   She said, "I want you to take a good look at my ass and memorize it as
much as you can," and then she stood up and walked out of the room.  I was
still stunned by her rear view even after coming inside her a few minutes
before.  As she disappeared from view, I felt sleepy...the room
faded...then it became bright...then it faded again.

   I lost consciousness.  I awoke to find a medical team hovering over me
and Shan-dra asking me if I was ok.  I realized that the fantasy controlled
by the Sex Machine had been so real that my reality had faded and now I was
back.  I thought of Jean and felt my penis throb.  Shan-dra asked again,
"Are you ok?"

   I said, "I think so.  I'm wound up and tired at the same time."

   Shan-dra said, "We had a small scare when your body didn't respond like
a Glapi would, but your physiology is close enough that we knew you'd snap
out of it.  Welcome back to the real world of Glapi!"

   I was exhausted.  I smiled at her and then she leaned over and kissed
me. She whispered in my ear, "Looks like there are some dots in the stuff
you sprayed everywhere...you know what that means?"

   I said, "Time for the return?"

   Shan-dra said, "Yup.  But first, you're going to have to sleep for a
long time.  Just relax and let go and I'll protect you."

   I saw a doctor and the guide, Lin-Rahn, looking at me and the lighting
was flickering.  I saw stars and then felt a sensation like being cozy in a
cloud.

   I awoke 12 hours later in a hotel room.  It was like waking up after
going to sleep very tired.  I felt refreshed and ready to go.  Shan-dra sat
on the bed and said, "Welcome back, I missed you!"

   I said, "Wow!  That was something!"

   She said, "Do you feel like you know what it would be like to mount Jean
now?"

   I said, "Yes...wow!  You're not jealous, are you?"

   Shan-dra smiled and said, "No...especially not jealous of your
fantasies."

   I said, "Thank you for arranging that."

   She said, "How do you feel?"

   I said, "I think I'm ok.  I was exhausted but now I feel like I just
woke up in the morning."

   Shan-dra said, "Good.  I'm hungry and then I want your penis in
me...your spray showed dots so it's time for the return!"

   I said, "You're the only woman I really want," and we hugged and kissed.

   She said, "Let's order room service."

   I asked, "Do they deliver tortured and mutilated slee fish?"

   "Yes, they do...it has to be that way...they taste better...besides,
it's not clear that fish feel pain."

   "They seem to thrash about and try to escape."

   "Yes, but any organism does that when presented with a negative
stimulus...pain would require a decent-sized brain, at least big enough
that the fish could learn from the experience and avoid that situation next
time."

   "There's no next time for slee fish though, is there?"

   Shan-dra said, "No," and smiled wickedly while licking her lips.

   I said, "Can I have fruit and maybe some of that multi-colored decorated
protein paste?"

   She said, "Sure...this hotel's service and concierge systems are very
accommodating." She looked up a little, and said, "Hotel system...room
service."

   A pleasant male voice from the ceiling said, "Your order, Madame?"

   Shan-dra said, "I'd like the triple-pierced slee fish with steamed heart
of gnila plant and the gentleman will have the fruit plate and a butchered
rainbow."

   "Very good, Madame...something to drink?"

   She said, "We'll have the bittersweet purple electrolyte solution."

   "A fine choice Madame."

   I said, "Thanks...that sounds...good."

   Shan-dra said, "We need to keep our strength up but not eat anything too
heavy...we have to be able to grind our bodies together comfortably later."

   A table folded down from one side of the room and two dining chairs
floated into place.  A tray with a mechanical arm brought itself to the
table and began to set out silverware and napkins.

   I asked her, "What have you been doing while you waited?"

   She said, "First I made sure you would be ok.  Your body went right into
the trance state required and your vital signs stayed within Earth norms.
You were in the Sex Machine for about 3 hours and then you slept for 12
hours afterwards.  While you were having your second-best orgasm ever, I
looked at the exhibit on what we know about the Sex Machine."

   "My second-best orgasm ever?"

   "Yes...you know what the best was...."

   "Returning our combined DNA into you from behind?"

   "Exactly.  My all-time best orgasm too."

   I said, "Every orgasm with you is the best of all time."

   She said, "Thank you," and kissed me.

   I asked, "So what did you learn about the Machine?"

   She said, "It was fascinating...."

   A tone sounded and our meals floated in on anti-gravity platters.  I saw
a plate with a big slee fish impaled on three high metal spikes and some
things that looked like pieces of reeds around the bases of the spikes.

   Shan-dra said, "What a wonderful presentation!  It's very fresh; would
you like to do the honors?"

   I said, "Huh?" and then I noticed the fish was still alive!

   Shan-dra said, "Just kidding," inserted a triangle-shaped utensil into
the fish a little behind the eye and twisted it, then said, "I wouldn't
actually eat it alive, but some people do."

   Then my own tray began placing my dinner on the table.  There were
peeled brownish dome-shaped fruits around the plate with an arch that
formed a rainbow of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet extending
from a white part.  A large flat cleaver-like knife separated the white
section from the colored one.  I said, "That's beautiful!" and we smiled.

   Two glittering flutes arrived along with a pitcher of purple liquid that
was somehow lit up the pitcher must have had a very tiny indirect lighting
system.  Shan-dra tasted some of the liquid and said, "This should balance
nicely with the richness of the food."

   I tasted a piece of the "Butchered Rainbow." It was like warm peanut
butter inside a starchy decorative outer shell.  I said, "This is good. 
How's your victim doing?"

   Shan-dra said, "All ready for eating," and started scraping off the fins
and the rough skin on the side facing up.

   I tasted the fruits.  They weren't bad but were a little sticky.

   Shan-dra said, "So about the Sex Machine library...as we know, the
Machine was left behind by an elder race.  They are known to have been
roughly humanoid but we do not know exactly what they looked like.  They
left behind stylized artwork but nothing like a picture scientists think
that's because they had some kind of very good memories and the ability to
share those memories, which made recorded images a waste of time.  We think
they had single-phase reproduction."

   I asked, "You mean, the female had a vagina and the males were the only
ones with penises?"

   "Yes.  They had an entire culture, obviously, but the Museum of Getting
Off focuses on their sexuality.  In statues, the females have out of
proportion buttocks, probably unrealistically large, but it shows that this
was a desirable trait.  It's unclear what sexual positions they favored
erotic art is a rare find among archaeological sites that are rare to begin
with.  Scientists think they mated mostly from behind, since it would be
only natural for such a prominent feature to be a source of attraction for
the male."

   "I like their society already."

   "Scientists think the machine was created partly because they had very
good memories and had the ability to share experiences quite vividly with
each other's minds.  So activities that could occur in the real world
wouldn't make very good porn for them.  To truly explore their fantasies
they needed a harmless environment that created the experience of anything
the individual could imagine.  It's possible that these experiences were
even coded somehow so that other individuals could never see them."

   "But how did they create the interface?"

   "It looks like they used their advanced knowledge of how thinking and
memory work to learn to stimulate the right parts of the mind.  With their
obviously advanced technologies, it was likely no problem for them to
implement the interface once they figured out what it should do."

   "If they were so advanced though, what happened to them?"

   "We don't know.  They mostly vanished we've found remains before but
maybe 10 times in the whole planetary system.  They either migrated or were
very neat about cleaning up the mess from whatever happened to them. 
Scientists tend to assume it was an infectious disease."

   It seemed like a classic explanation for use when you have nothing
better.  I asked, "What makes them think so?"

   "It's well known that humanoid species without binary reproduction have
much less resistance to diseases spread from other worlds.  The exchange of
genetic material in species where the female has a penis both shuffles the
genes to confuse disease organisms and makes the mating pair's own gametes
blend together better.  Their bodies reproduced in a single copulation. 
Their disappearance roughly coincides with the arrival of interstellar
visitors."

   I thought about this for a moment.  "They died because they didn't have
anal sex enough to spread immunity?"

   "Yes.  When we arrived, they were already gone.  Some other humanoid
race accidentally killed them a long time ago.  Until modern archaeology
started, they were thought to be just a legend."

   I said, "It's too bad that had to happen, but that allowed you to be
here...man-pleasing penis and all."

   She said, "Thanks...does it...feel good to...have sex the way men do?"

   I said, "You mean, having someone get on top of you or behind you and
plug your exit with the end of their urinary system?"

   She said, "Yes...."

   I looked at her pretty face and said, "It's the last big taboo...."

   She paused and said, "Yes...." She tossed her pretty yellow hair over
her forehead.

   I said, "Maybe you should--"

   She said, "No...it's what men do...it's...wrong...perverted."

   I said, "That's just the point.  I don't have much of an urge to put my
penis in the wrong hole...but it would be a new experience for both of us."

   Shan-dra and I looked at each other.  The plates of food were finished.
The meal was over.

   I said, "Let's go lie on the bed," and we lay down together.  We put our
arms around each other and kissed.  I asked, "Did you sleep while I slept?"

   She said, "Yes...I'm afraid...."

   I hugged her tightly and said, "Feels delicious, doesn't it?  That
tingling feeling from your reservoirs to the cleft of your buttocks is what
a man goes through when he knows he's going to be penetrated...he's
nervous...yet filled with desire...."

   She said, "I'm feeling receptive due to being in the return part of my
cycle."

   I said, "I know...that's what makes it such an ideal time."

   She said, "You're willing to stick your penis into...into my...."

   I said, "Yes.  I think I should learn what it feels like for you too."

   She looked at me and said, "It feels so good...the hole is so
tight...there's a feeling of relief when you connect your body to the
man...I don't think a man could understand how good it feels to satisfy
that urge to put your organ into him...he might feel the squeezing...feel
the sliding...but not the need...."

   I said, "You're right...but it would be something like what you
experience...and I think knowing what it feels like to have your ass
stuffed would make you enjoy entering me even more...you'd know what you
were making me feel...."

   Shan-dra looked down at the sheets.  "Let's do it...we'll have something
special together...I've never had a man in my rectum and you've never put
your penis into a woman's rectum...it will be so perverted!"

   We laughed and then kissed.  She said, "How do we get ready?"

   I said, "Start by going into the lavatory and telling the system that
you want to be prepared for sex as if you were a man.  It should be smart
enough to know how to handle that.  Meanwhile, I'll see if I can replicate
a condom."

   She said, "What for?"

   I said, "To cover myself...it's...dirty in there."

   She said, "But it's ok for me to stick my penis directly up your anus?"

   I said, "I feel funny about putting mine into...."

   She smiled and said, "It's natural...women do it all the time...or at
least whenever they get the chance....  If you want to truly understand the
woman's experience you need to feel everything...let your urge to penetrate
me overcome your hesitancy."

   I said, "Can I start out in your return slot and then work our way up to
it?"

   She said, "No.  I don't think anyone has the willpower to disengage a
penis and a return slot once they're together.  Besides, I'm the one most
likely to experience some difficulty during the...I can hardly say it...the
act of...."

   I hugged her and said, "Don't worry, I'll start gently.  Go ahead and do
the preparation."

   I admired her sexy wiggle as she headed for the lavatory.  Then I
stripped.  I lay on the bed and stroked my organ until I was fully erect. I
was worried about sticking it into Shan-dra's back hole...feces came out of
there...I didn't even like to think of her as needing to do that...but I
knew she had to eliminate solid wastes just like everyone else...and they
came out through her anus...which I was going to stick my penis into.

   I slowly rubbed myself as I thought about what it might be like to
penetrate an Earth woman's anus...I pictured a woman I had sometimes seen
on my way to work at the space training center.  I had developed a
fascination with her large shapely bottom after riding behind her one day
on the escalator from the transport tube.  I was afraid she would suddenly
turn around, but the way her waist flared out into her wide hips was
driving me out of my mind.  I spotted her about once a week after that and
I started trying to position myself just right in the tube car so that as
the passengers streamed out I would end up behind her on the escalator
again.  For months I got some nice views of her wiggling her
tush...sometimes I'd nonchalantly follow her down the street for a while,
memorizing her ass and planning to masturbate later.  I was stroking myself
now.  I thought of her long brown hair...her full breasts...her big tight
heart-shaped ass...and then there was a day when I lined it up just
right...and the escalator was jammed she wiggled all the way up it like
regular steps while I kept my face right behind her butt!  I had rushed to
the toilet and masturbated a few minutes after that.  I thought about her
as I got myself hard for Shan-dra...how it might feel to stick my organ up
that woman's ass and stretch her over and over while I looked at her
gorgeous cheeks and listened to her grunt....

   Shan-dra returned.  The nipples of her small bluish breasts were stiff.
Her penis was completely flaccid.  She wanted to do this but she was
nervous about it.  I stood up and hugged her.  We kissed.  I said to her,
"Don't worry...men do this all the time...do you want me to massage your
anal area to help you relax?"

   She said, "That would be nice."

   I said, "Room system, lube and glove." A tray descended from the
ceiling. I told her, "Go ahead and lie face down on the bed...that's
good...now open your legs a little."

   She exposed her anus to me.  I couldn't help noticing how tight and
toned and rounded and wonderful her buttocks looked.  I had seen her anus
when I got on her from behind for the return, but never touched it.  I lay
down next to her to make it easy on my right arm and pressed a blob of a
viscous but slippery lubricant up the middle of her cleft.  I heard her
take a deep breath.  I felt funny touching her there...somehow even though
the vagina is right next to it on a human female, and I had seen women's
anuses plenty of times during rear entry, I had always avoided touching
them there.

   I began to gently press down and moved my fingers in small circles.  She
raised her bottom a little to meet my fingers.  I asked, "How does that
feel?"

   She said, "Nice...I didn't think it would be but it's relaxing and
pleasant."

   I said, "You might even find that Glapi physiology lends itself to this,
since even though females apparently avoid using their rectums for
intercourse, the male and female bodies can only vary so much...consider
that Earth and Glapi men both have nipples...a Glapi woman might have more
capacity for lubricating and stretching than an Earthling of either sex."

   She said, "Lesbians maybe...but they work at enhancing it...they use
vibrating massagers, rectal plugs, and computer-controlled dildos...years
of stuffing themselves and getting stuffed make it easier for them."

   I said, "On Earth, we have a stereotype that only gay men perform anal
intercourse.  On Glapi, you have a stereotype that only straight men and
lesbians receive anal penetration.  I suspect that neither is true.  We
know that in species where the female has a vagina instead of a penis and a
return slot, sex play where women wearing prosthetic penises penetrate men
or women is common.  Glapi women might even experiment with receiving men's
penises into their rectums but not talk about it because of the taboo."

   As I continued rubbing and put just a little pressure on the center of
her opening, she said, "Ooooh." I said, "Just relax...accept me...focus on
the intense stimulation." I moved my fingers in circles a little more and
then I slowly pushed my middle finger against her hole.  She said, "Oh!"
and took quick deep breaths as I gently forced her sphincters open.  She
said, "It feels so big."

   I continued pressing around the outside and then occasionally working a
fingertip in.  I said, "Relax...it's just one finger...your stools are much
bigger...I'm going to put the finger all the way in now." I slid my middle
finger in past the second knuckle.  She breathed in suddenly.  I asked,
"You ok?"

   She said, "Yes.  It feels so strange...doesn't hurt...just feels really
unusual."

   I said, "I'm going to move it a little," and slowly slid my finger back
and forth inside her.  "Just relax...let it happen...enjoy being touched so
deeply."

   She held very still and took deep breaths.  I said, "I'm going to put
two fingers in now...don't fight it...bear down as if you were trying to
push the fingers out...." I felt her sphincters clench on my fingers and
then relax.  I said, "That's it...accept...." Her sphincters clenched again
and she said, "Oww!" I said, "Just let it happen." I slid forward and
kissed the side of her neck.  Then I rubbed her back with my left hand as I
continued to open her anus with my right.  I felt her clench hard and then
clench softly but continuously.

   She said, "I can't close...I can't close!" Her body tensed up.

   I told her, "Don't panic.  Relax.  Accept.  Breathe deeply.  Don't fight
it."

   I felt her body relax a little as she said, "I can't believe men do
this...I feel...violated."

   I kissed her back and said, "This is what a man has to do every time he
gives a woman the pleasure she feels from intercourse."

   She said, "But a man has an urge to be filled...and they say he does it
something like 80 times a year...."

   I said, "Yes...men can't help it, especially Glapi men...it's difficult
for women to understand how persuasive their buttocks can be...how much a
nice tight round rear can put a man in the mood to mate...and women are so
nice to a man when they want to mount him...they make it so easy to take
some initial discomfort in stride."

   I worked my fingers in and out and then slowly pulled them apart to
stretch her hole and force her sphincters to relax.  I said, "You want to
know what a man experiences, don't you?"

   She said, "Yes.  Oh...I can feel my body giving up...I'm dilating...it
doesn't hurt...feels so strange...and you're going to...oh...going to...."

   I got behind her and knelt between her spread legs.  I threw the glove
away for the hotel's systems to collect.  As I leaned over her to massage
her back, my erection bounced along her cleft.  She panted when she
realized what it was.  I said, "Feel that?" and pressed my penis between
us. "Men feel a delicious sort of fear when they see or feel a woman's
erection...they know what it's for...and they know where it's going...and
they know they can't stop." She panted audibly.

   I leaned forward to kiss her and said, "Time to bend over like a man."

   As she raised herself up on her hands and knees, I momentarily worried
again about sticking my penis where a person eliminates waste from.  Then
she spread her legs and I saw both of her holes.  Her return slot
beckoned...I knew how much pleasure I could feel if I just aimed a little
lower...fortunately a return slot doesn't have large welcoming lips like a
vagina does.  Then I looked at the way her hips were out wide...how her
buttocks remained nice and round...I just wanted to be inside
her...anywhere inside her.

   I caressed her back and told her, "Relax...the entry might be easier if
you use one of your hands to stroke yourself...that's it...keep your head
down...imagine you're a man about to copulate...." She began to tug herself
gently.  I looked at her anus and I was still hesitant.  I pressed the tip
of my erection against the center and met firm resistance.  It felt like I
was doing something wrong and that turned me on...I became very hard and
fully erect.  My penis looked huge and there was no opening for it at all.
I heard her breathing as I held her hip with my left hand and kept my penis
from bending with my right.

   She said, "Go ahead...I want to know what it's like."

   I applied more pressure by moving my hips forward a little.  She
breathed rapidly and kept pulling the skin of her penis up and down.  I
said, "Relax...even if you can do it for a moment it will be easier."
Suddenly, I felt the tip of my penis being squeezed for a moment and then I
was pushed back out.  I heard Shan-dra taking deep slow breaths.  I said,
"That's it...as I start to go in, bear down as if you're trying to push
something out...that will relax your sphincters."

   I pushed my organ against her anus again and she managed to allow the
head almost all the way in.  I said, "That's it, just a little more...."

   She stroked herself rapidly and said, "Don't back out now...get the head
in...it hurts a little but it's...exciting...I'm going to bear down
now...take me!  Oh take me!"

   I felt the tight smooth walls of her opening compressing my penis as I
slid forward.  Then it felt like the squeezing ring was holding me in
instead of pushing me out.  I said, "I think I'm in."

   She moved her hand more quickly and said, "I can't close anymore." I
slowly pushed my erection all the way into her until I pressed against her
buttocks.  She said, "I can't close...is this what a man feels?"

   I said, "Do you feel vulnerable...like you've lost control of your
body?"

   She said, "Yes." I felt her sphincters clench but I was much too far
past them for it to matter.  She said, "This is so exciting...I'm having
sex like a man!"

   I asked, "Does it feel good?"

   She said, "No, it hurts a little...just a little...but it's so
exciting...so wrong...so intense!  I can't close my anus...it feels so
strange to be held open like this."

   I could feel her tight sphincters squeezing the lower part of my shaft
but I wanted to feel the squeezing on the more sensitive tip of my organ. I
asked, "Are you ready for me to move?"

   She said, "Whu..what do you mean?"

   I said, "That's how it works...I'm going to slide my penis in and out of
you until the rubbing feels so good that my pleasure peaks and I squirt my
wet sticky load deep inside your ass...."

   She said, "I can't believe this is happening!"

   I looked down at her hindquarters...her anal ring was stretched around
my penis...her ass cheeks looked wonderful...I ran my hands over them and
then held her hips and slowly pulled out until I could feel the tight
smooth area pull on my foreskin.  She gasped.  I began to move back in. 
She said, "Oh!" I asked, "Are you ok?"

   She croaked out "Yes" and panted.  Then she asked, "Does it feel good
for you?"

   I told her, "Yes...the squeezing is nice...."

   She said, "Go ahead...I want to know what it feels like."

   I went slowly for the first few thrusts.  She moaned with each entry,
"Oh...oh...oh...." I found myself using the lower part of her rectum to
squeeze the upper half of my penis...with a vagina or a return slot it felt
good all the way in but her rectum felt better when I used the tightest
part....I said, "It feels good to me to stay partially out...you don't do
that when you're inside me though."

   She had trouble getting enough breath but she said, "Glapi penises are
sensitive towards the base too...as a woman prepares to ejaculate the head
becomes less sensitive...that causes her to push in deeply as she works to
reach orgasm."

   I slowly moved in and out of her as she moaned, "Oh...oh...oh...." I
pushed in deeply sometimes...it felt instinctive to do that but the inside
of her rectum didn't squeeze me as tightly as the lower part.  I held
myself deep inside her and then reached around to rub her penis...she
became hard and I began to stroke my hand up and down.  She said,
"Ooooo...ahhhh...that feels good...ohhhhhh...." I went back to thrusting
into her...she had loosened up and relaxed but still felt very tight.  She
took over and stroked herself as I built up a rhythm.

   I asked, "How is it now?"

   She struggled for breath and said, "Doesn't hurt now...feels
intense...makes me want to rub myself...."

   I asked, "Does my organ feel big?"

   She said, "Yes...really big...it's a very small hole...and it's my first
time...I can't believe I've got a penis in my rectum...I never knew how
much work it was for a man...I thought they just bent over and waited for
the woman to finish."

   I felt a throb along my penis.  I asked, "Do you think you understand
the man's experience better now?"

   She said, "Oh...oh...yes...I'm so grateful that men allow women to do
this...I understand why it takes so much persuasion now...this isn't easy
to do...it feels kind of nice though...especially when my penis is being
stroked at the same time...I understand why men sometimes want to copulate
as much as women...unghhhh...unghhhhh."

   I felt another throb.  I said, "I'm starting to feel really good...the
sight of your backside with my organ going in and out is getting me very
excited." I continued to work my organ in and out as she started grunting,
"unghhhh...unghhhh...unghhhh." I said, "It's my first time too...I'm
starting to get an urge to ."

   She said, "You're going to ejaculate inside me soon aren't you?"

   I said, "I think so...."

   She said, "That's so exciting...I feel good about that...juices from
your body are going to go deep into mine...I won't orgasm from it like you
do though."

   I continued thrusting as I said, "I think you're right...I don't have
the Glapi hormones in my semen."

   She grunted and then gathered some breath and said, "I think I have to
be masturbated...but if I come before you, this is going to start hurting,
right?  And if you come before me, you'll
soften....unghhhh...oh...unghhhh."

   I wanted her to feel good...I didn't need for her to do this
again...maybe sometime for variety...but I wanted her to have a great
orgasm.  I looked down at her yellow hair spread out around her head...so
pretty...I reached forward and felt her breasts...they were swollen...her
body wanted the return...but I had to finish in her rectum...I wanted to be
close to her...as long as one of us was inside the other and our bodies
were connected I would be happy.

   I felt a tingle run up and down my penis as I moved in and out of her. I
said, "I think we need to time it well...I should come just before you
do...maybe we can even time it right so we come at the same time...just
don't come before I do...that's probably why Glapi sex works the way it
does...once you come it gets very uncomfortable to have something
penetrating your anus."

   Shan-dra said, "Ok...I'll stroke myself and then slow down when I'm
ready...unghhhh...I can't believe I'm about to come with a man's penis up
my ass...you can start letting go...unghhhh...unghhhh."

   She looked beautiful...her yellow hair...her round rear end...and her
breasts had swollen enough that I could see some jiggle even from behind
her...I looked down and pictured how she wiggled that bottom in front of me
when she walked...her toned feminine buns were perfect...and they were
mine...she was mine...I could never have found a woman like her on
Earth....

   I felt my sentient mind slip away for a moment...I slammed hard into her
backside even though I was up her sensitive hole...she stroked furiously
and said, "Harder!  Unghhhh!  Harder!" I asked, "Are you ready?"

   She said, "Nggggg...uhhhh...yes."

   I said, "Use one hand to protect your head and neck and the other to
stroke..." as I rubbed my hands over her cheeks one last time.  I felt my
thrusting become compulsive...my need became overwhelming...I no longer
knew what hole I was in...I just wanted to get my release....  I felt the
throbbing in my penis become constant.  I could hear myself moaning,
"Huuuuh!  Huuuuh!  Huuuuh!" I yelled, "I'm gonna hununh argghghghgh hununh
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Unghghghghg
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" As I was finishing my ejaculation
I felt Shan-dra buck under me.  She said, "Keep gooooing!  Keep gooooing!"
As I started to slow down a little, I heard her almost scream,
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Oh!  Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Ahunh hunh hunh. 
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhhhhh!  Ahhhh!" I knew she had come and I quickly but
gently pulled out of her.

   I asked, "Are you all right?"

   She said, "I think so.  I feel sore."

   I got out from between her legs and kneeled by her head.  She stayed on
all fours.  I put my arm on her back and kissed her.

   She said, "I can't believe I just got boned like a man!  Is this what a
man has to go through every time a woman mounts him?"

   I said, "Yes...you may be a little more sore since you're not used to
it, but that feeling of consensual impalement is what a man gets...for the
woman it's all pleasure...for the man it's more complicated...it's
intense...he has to be in the mood...it can hurt a little sometimes...but
it usually feels good."

   Shan-dra rolled onto her side.  She said, "I feel warm all over...like
I've been...touched inside...it's hard to describe...I'm glad we did
this...was it good for you?"

   I said, "It was exciting because it was novel...I might do this again
but I don't think I want to do it often."

   She said, "Good.  We'll do it again sometime."

   I said, "Let's get you into the hot tub."

   I helped her onto her feet...I knew how difficult it must have been for
her...after stuffing men's asses so many times...to have it done to her
must have felt strange...and having your anus stretched can be exhausting.
We put our arms around each other and kissed.  Then we stepped to the other
side of the hotel room and into the low area where the hot tub was waiting.

   I said, "This will make you feel better...trust me, it works really
well." We got into the tub and sat on an underwater bench.  The house
system offered us cool drinks.

   Shan-dra said, "I'm glad we did this...I've always wanted to understand
what it's like to be penetrated like a man.  I will appreciate it when you
give yourself to me even more now."

   I said, "I want to please you and get you off forever...." I put my arms
around her and we kissed.  "It's more than just your beautiful body and the
great sex...you're so much fun to be around...I like being with you...I...I
love you!"

   She hugged me tightly and said, "I love you too!"

   We looked at each other and then kissed again.  I had found the woman of
my dreams...and she has a really nice ass!
Epilogue:

   The test pilots never talked about what had happened but they all knew
and everyone else respected that.  The rest of our technology exchange team
eventually acknowledged it as an interesting shared learning experience and
tried not to ask each other too many questions.  Using your anus for
intercourse is addictive for most humanoids, and the Glapi hormones along
with the emotional bonds and mind-blowing orgasms caused most of the
Earthlings to keep seeing their Glapi partners for more.

   Robin was allowed to go back to Earth after five years luxurious
confinement.  She received the Order of Terra for literally taking on a
world to protect the Earth.  Her hot junk-in-the-trunk backside went home
with her, and though Shan-dra would have let me, I never got to ejaculate
in her vagina but it was about time for my next visit to the moon to use
the machine...I might use it to experience her but if I get a better idea I
can just masturbate to videos of her that we recorded...like the one where
Robin takes care of her needs with a big vibrator in the "private" area of
her enclosure, or especially the one of her ass walking onto the ship for
Earth it's good to have friends in the security department.

   Shru-lar ended up in a long-term relationship with Don, the Earth man
she met while giving him the inoculation.  All it took was for me to
arrange a pretend followup survey with some privacy, and as soon as
Shru-lar got her second load into him he was hooked.

   Shan-dra and I formalized our relationship with a Glapi commitment
ceremony.  We were unable to have children together due to genetic
incompatibilities.  We swapped partners once in a while with Tun-gir and
Susan so we could have sex with our own exact species.  We considered
having me impregnate Susan and Tun-gir impregnate Shan-dra, but that would
have been complicated for the children and might lead to jealousy even in a
Glapi society.  Instead, we used tissue from an anonymous Glapi male donor
to generate a simulated plaque and by combining it with hormone treatments
we were able to make Shan-dra pregnant.  To keep it all equal, we had a
surrogate Earth mother impregnated with my sperm.  Shan-dra had a boy named
Lan-gir and I had a girl named Victoria.  We made sure they had their own
sleeping chambers...on the other side of the flat from our own, which we
had sound-proofed.

   We kept working on the technology transfer project.  The Glapis got the
transdrive engine and were able to make faster trips through space.  Earth
got the antigravity technology.  3D Golf became a big hit.  A fad developed
for jumping off cliffs and bridges to free-fall until stopped by gravity
brakes.  Romantic hotels built rooms where couples could experience
weightless sex.  Somewhere along the way it was also used to increase food
production, allow medical advances, and improve space exploration.  When
the project was over, John and Hun-lir resigned from their jobs as team
directors and formed a domestic partnership.

   The two Earth people who had to be frozen to while we worked to cure the
plague were thawed out and saved.  The plague was contained at first by
keeping ships from traveling between Glapi and Earth.  We were stuck here,
but I didn't care I knew my life here would be better than it could ever be
on Earth.  A few years later, the plague broke out on Earth.  A third
planet, Hthlchkln, had inadvertently transmitted it when their ships
visited both worlds.  It was impossible for enough Glapis to travel to
Earth to save our population, but researchers developed a drug that made it
possible for Earthlings to transfer the immunity to each other.  There was
some awkwardness but everyone who cooperated was saved, and some even
enjoyed it.

   I like the physical relief I get from ejaculating into Susan.  I still
wish I could mount Robin.  And I want to blow a huge load into the real
Jean from behind.  But I love Shan-dra!  I love her I love her I love her!

   And I can't resist telling you that we all lived...Glapi-ly ever after!

   ----End Part 4 of 4

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