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         The first day of their travel was

unique. The two kept up a constant barrage of questions. He really didn't know

what sex they were, so he thought of them as female. They chattered incessantly

like a few ladies he knew.What was his home world like? Why did he have such thin fine

scales on his head? Why was he wearing animal's skins about his person, instead

of proudly displaying his own skin? That last brought him up short.

Then he remembered that his pants were tanned leather and his cape was lizard

skin. Not exactly PETA sanctioned materials, but then there wasn't much in the

way of synthetics here to choose from. He answered their questions the best he

could. Things got a little tricky when they became a little more personal. If

it weren't for the fact that they asked them matter-of-factually, he would have

taken offense.Illom was the first to corner

him. "Jon-Tom, how many females have you partnered with?" He was unsure the proper answer

to that. Did she mean in soul or in body? The latter upped the ante quite a bit.

A guess would be sufficient. "I have been with around twelve on this planet." She looked surprised. "Only twelve? If this

place is like ours, males are a minority. According to the schooling of

matriarch Trifth, a male may successfully breed four hundred times in his life.

In between breeding he can have twenty thousand or more partners. But then, as

you have said, your life span wouldn't allow for that. How very sad for you." Jon-Tom mulled that over. Twenty thousand? And

four hundred offspring? That sounded right up Mudge's alley! It was his turn to grill them.

"You have a very long lifespan compared to most on this planet. The wizard I

reside with is over three hundred years old, that is 75 cycles to you. He's a

turtle; others such as the rats live for a far briefer time." This brought for questions

galore. "We have hidden away to keep ourselves safe, therefore, we have seen

little of this world. Are you saying that there is that much diversity in your

species?" He about choked. "Species? You have completely

misunderstood me. This planet is filled with hundreds of distinct, intelligent

species. There is so much variety here it will make your head spin." "Why would my head spin? It is

solidly attached to my body." He just shook his head. "Never

mind. I don't suppose you ever get dizzy?" "Oh yes, if we rotate rapidly in

place. We did that as children." Then his meaning sank in. "Oh, you mean the

wealth of knowledge concerning this world would overwhelm our input, causing a

system overload with the end result being symptoms similar to spinning?" His own head was now spinning. "Yes, I think

so.""Is here some way you could teach

us of this world?" He considered that. "I am not the

best teacher and as I don't belong here either, not the best informed. But I

suppose that I could try telling you what I do know. Trust me; some of what I will

tell you might be unbelievable." Illom looked at him rather oddly. "You create

change with a musical instrument and have a cloak that can hide a roomful of

objects within its folds. What could be stranger than this?" "Oh, you'll find out in due

time." They both piped up in unison,

"We'll be happy to hear you tell it!"Their conversation returned to

sexuality. "Jon-Tom, how many offspring do you have?" That was an easy question to

answer. "I have no offspring, Koosth. If you must know, my partnering has been

limited to those outside of my own species. This planet has some strange rules

to it, but inter-species breeding is still impossible. Even love doesn't seem

to follow the same rules." Illom looked at him sharply.

"Love? It is forbidden to use that word lightly in our culture. Why do you

speak of it so?" This was new! "Because where I come from, and

even here, love forms a bond between two individuals on an emotional level. It

is a beautiful thing. Why would that be a bad word?" The two Oooja consulted before

speaking. "Our worlds and cultures are indeed different. We did not say the

word was bad, only not to be used lightly. Love for us is the ultimate. It is

when a male and a female are joined in a shared bond during breeding. When that

happens, they continue breeding for upwards to half a cycle. You see, a female

will readily produce one offspring at a time. Twins like us only happen where

love is involved. If the two survive the bonding ordeal, they then remain

paired for life. Trifth told us that it does not occur often, and few survive

it.""I think I can understand the

concepts involved. I have had the unfortunate bad luck to fall in love with two

females." This brought fresh outrage from

the two. "That is not possible! Oooja can only life bond once." "Perhaps that is so. You forget,

I'm not Oooja. The rules that apply to you do not extend to other life forms." This brought them up short.

"True, we were thinking rather rigidly. How much of your life has been spent in

these pair bonds?" Jon-Tom let out a sigh. "Sadly,

not enough. I fell in love with two lovely females in too short of a time span.

I left both because we could not breed and they needed to find someone of their

own species so that they could propagate." "This is most strange. You are

saying that you can have relations with females of other species?" Normally discussing this would

have made him uncomfortable, but these two were merely trying to understand

this world, not judge his participation in its activities. "Yes. One was a

tiger and the other an eagle." They looked at him blankly. "We

are unfamiliar with these beings. Can you elaborate?" He hardly knew where to start. "A

tiger is larger than me, covered with fur over its entire body, with an

alternating black and orange color. An eagle is a bird. You know, the beings

that fly." Koosth's eyes narrowed. "I know

that kind. We see them in the air over our home from time to time. They hardly

seem the type for a biped to breed with." "Not breed. We were, how do I say

this; sexually active. My breeding parts were compatible with hers. I enjoyed

it, she enjoyed it; we were both happy. At least until I left." Illom seemed to understand. "You

fell in love with females that you could not supply with offspring. That is a

great tragedy. But I am curious. You seem to be equipped to cross species lines

with your anatomy. Have you experience with any other beings here?" "Yes, but you have no frame of

reference as of yet, so my listing them off to you would be a waste of time.

However, I would be curious to learn more about your physiology."Koosth and Illom were quite open

about their sexuality, or rather, their lack of it. As they explained it, all

Oooja were born the same. They were essentially female. Only when they reached

enough cycles did they find out what sex they would be. A true female would

develop an enhanced appearance, growing the suitable organs to produce eggs and

harbor a fetus. A male would undergo a more extreme change, growing something

akin to a penis, plus an organ for producing sperm. As Jon-Tom understood it,

the passage that constituted a vagina would extend and shrivel to the size of a

straw, allowing the free flow of sperm, much like his own male organ. It was a

strange way of growing up."I guess I kind of feel sorry for

you. It seems to me to be a long time to wait to know the pleasure of having

sex." Koosth advised him otherwise. "I

believe that you are misinterpreting what we have said. We may not breed until

we have established our sexes. Once a female enters her breeding cycles, she is

only receptive to a male when the call demands it. A male is constantly ready.

When there is no receptive female, then he turns to us. Just because we cannot

breed does not mean that we cannot partner and enjoy it." For some reason Jon-Tom felt a

pulse in his nether regions that shouldn't be there. He fought it down."So you're saying that you can

perform the act whenever you wish, but you cannot propagate until a specific

time." They both exclaimed at once. "Exactly!"

Koosth carried it a bit farther. "There is always the problem of not having a

male around. Then we must find ways of stimulating ourselves. Doing it alone or

with a partner is fun, but I can't wait to try a male." This made him think. "Are you

saying that there is no male in your group?" Illom answered that question. "That is

correct. One of us may be eventually, but for now, there is none." He knew the

question he wanted to ask. It was on the tip of his tongue. But he waited to

see if someone else would ask instead.Luckily for his libido, it didn't

take long in coming. The idea seemed to dawn on the two at once. They held a

private discussion, but as they were both looking at him, he had an inkling to

its nature. Koosth broached it matter of factually. "Jon-Tom, would you care to

partner with us? We understand that you are not of our species, but since this

is for pleasure and not procreation, we thought that you might help us out.

There is a chance than neither of us will ever find another male. We assume

that you have the proper body components to be compatible. You are of a similar

size and body construction, so we can find no reason to assume that it wouldn't

be a comfortable match." Jon-Tom's heart jumped into his

throat. How could he turn down an offer like this? The answer was, he couldn't

and wouldn't. It had everything he needed right now, sex, sex, and not a chance

of falling in love. Leastwise, if he did, there would be no entanglement

because they weren't likely to suffer the emotion the same way."I am honored that you would ask

me. Like you, I believe that I will find the experience rewarding. However, I

must state here and now that I am still largely ignorant of your physiology." In unison the two exclaimed, "As we are of

yours!" Illom pressed the matter a little more

poignantly. "That will be half of the fun! But mind you Jon-Tom, while it seems

you have had experience with females, we have never had the pleasure of knowing

a male. You will have the advantage." "I'm not so sure of that. From what I have

seen of your bodies, circumspectly of course, you have some definite

differences."That brought forth protests. "But

we have arms and legs, a torso, a head, eyes, ears, a nose and a mouth. We eat

and excrete; don't you?" "Yes, " he said with a touch of mirth, "I eat

and excrete. But from what I've seen you don't appear to have a place for, uh,

excreting." "Ah, that is all? But then, we

have not seen a place for you to excrete from either. The clothing you wear

does much to disguise your body. So we need to spend some time investigating

each other's anatomy. I would guess that we are not that different."That evening they settled down

next to a small oasis. It had a few tough trees that provided a canopy, and

enough desert grass to provide a soft sleeping surface. Jon-Tom figured sleep

was going to be optional tonight. Both of the blue beings were a little spooked

about being exposed to the dangers this world hid in the dark. Illom had with

her a small light, akin to a lantern but apparently powered by some technology

that was alien to him. She set it up, and then looked apologetic. "Trifth gave

this to us. We were always afraid of the dark. But the power cell has not been

able to be recharged for far too long. We will be saddened when it no longer

functions." Jon-Tom rooted through his cape, pulling things out and placing

them to one side. In short order he had a little pile, from food and blankets

to the box he was delivering. He finally found his duar. He slid it across his

chest and strummed the strings. The two looked wary. "Are you

going to blast our ears again? We thank you for the chance to communicate, but

that was almost too much to bear."He stifled a comment. A few years

with the wizard and his constant negativity had harden his skin to such

criticisms. "That was magic of necessity. I thought that since you were afraid

of the dark, perhaps I might lighten up the mood."There was a joke hidden in that,

but it was missed by his audience. He strummed the opening lines to "You Light

Up My Life". That was a melody they reacted better to. By the time he was done,

there was an ambient radiant light coming from, well, everywhere. The desert

that surrounded them was still pitch black, but their campsite was lit from

within. "There. That should hold until

morning. Turn your light out and save it for another day." Illom flicked it off

and set it with his pile of belongings near his cape.Koosth was impressed by the

magic, as was her twin. "This is wonderful. It's too bad we weren't able to

learn more about this world cycles ago. But Trifth believed it to be completely

hostile. We are so glad to find out otherwise." The spell-singer agreed. "I can't

say the whole place is friendly, but speaking for myself, I can be downright

amiable if the occasion warrants it." The two siblings looked at each other. "We are

glad to hear that. We too can be accommodating with the right inducement." He took that as an offer. "What

might that be?' "Koosth spoke for them both. "You might start by removing the

layers you have hiding your body. It would go far in promoting that mutual

learning experience we all seem to have an interest in." Jon-Tom was happy to oblige. He stripped off

his boots, his shirt and his trousers, tossing them to the side. The night air

was cold, but his blood was hot. The two Oooja walked around him,

examining him like a farmer would a horse he was contemplating buying. He

assumed they were only interested in his, well, you know, but they seemed

curious about his entire anatomy. But their examination finally centered on his

cock. Illom was the first to comment. "We have nothing for comparison,

Jon-Tom. Is your male organ normal for your species? It seems soft and limp.

How do you get it inside the female?" He busted out laughing. "There

are great differences amongst the species here. Mine is somewhat larger than

many others, even within my own species. As for getting it inside a female, all

you need to do is provide the right...inducement." Koosth knelt to inspect it,

running her fingers down its length. That was enough. Veins tightened, arteries

expanded and the blood flowed. They stood amazed as it grew and hardened to its

full size. This brought forth a gasp from each of them. "Is this also magic?" He threw his head back and rolled

his eyes. "No my dears. That is yet to come. Now I've shown you mine, how about

you show me yours?"Koosth was more than happy to

demonstrate the secret to their anatomy. She gently pushed his head down to her

crotch. Then she concentrated. A ripple passed through the region, resembling

for all intents and purposes a wave working outward from a stone dropped in

water. All at once two scales separated, then the next set, and the next and so

on. It was like watching a zipper undoing itself. As it progressed, vibrant

pink tissue was exposed. It continued until it reached around to her backside.

Two openings were exposed. The one to the rear was likely its anus. The one to

the front was quite interesting, to the point of being almost intimidating. It

was tightly closed, having, for lack of a better term, the appearance of a

closed camera shutter. It was surrounded by small red protuberances. A quick

mental count numbered fourteen of them.She reached down with her hand

and gently stroked across the bumps, letting loose a sigh. "These are the first

level of pleasure. They are the easiest to reach and manipulate." As she rubbed

them their color flared from pink to red to a deep purple. At the same time the

opening to her sexual passage opened marginally. The more the bumps were

rubbed, the more it untwisted. Koosth was enjoying her masturbation to no end.

As the passage opened a bit more she slid in a finger and worked the opening.

The tissue inside literally swirled with color. As far as her finger would go

she pushed in, grunting with pleasure. Illom whispered in his ear, "That

is the second level." He turned to her and asked, "How

many levels are there?" "It is said that there are seven. We can only

achieve two, even when we are acting together." Now there was a mental image! He grabbed a blanket and spread

it over the grass, making for a soft, impromptu bed. Illom touched her twin,

pointing to the area Jon-Tom had prepared. They both lay down, motioning for

him to join them. He needed no urging. The only matter that needed to be

settled was which twin would go first. That had apparently already been

settled. "Koosth goes first in all things.

Being firstborn of us, she is the eldest. I am the younger," said Illom with a

smile. So Koosth it was. It was just as

well, for she had gotten herself quite warmed up. Having little idea how to

proceed, he followed her example. He began by spreading her legs wide, exposing

the now open crotch. The bumps there were already diminishing in color, and the

opening was sealing up. He ran his hand across the area,

feeling the small protuberances as they slid across his palm. Koosth groaned.

Since she had already manually excited them, he thought that upping the

pleasure might require something a little more lingual. He got down and ran his

tongue across the whole set, turning his head in a tight circle. He came away

with the taste not unlike an apple, only without the sweetness. She came away

with some of his skin under her nails. "Do that again!" she pleaded. He wet his tongue and went again,

this time pausing over various bumps and gently pulling at them with his lips.

In his mind he thought of them as clitorises. Most women found one to be

sufficient. These beings had over a dozen.Each little tug caused her to

push his head down harder. After he had made a sweep of all of them, he leaned

back for a look. Each of them was like a perfect little amethyst. The entryway

they surrounded was open, glistening with moisture and swirling with color. He

slid in a finger and returned to molesting her bumps with his tongue. She let

out a sound that was half yell, have gurgle. Assuming it was a good sound, he

continued to work, feeling her passage loosen. That was good because he could

only push so far until it balked him. At this rate, his cock would never fit.

The longer his ministration lasted, the more she groaned and squirmed. It was

turning him on, his cock raging and ready to go. Taking a chance, he slid from

where he was and lined up to try. She let out a disappointed moan, only to gasp

as he pushed the head of his cock against the hole. Try as he might, he

couldn't get it to go in. All he managed to do was to force the ring of bumps

partially inside her. Full tactile stimulation of them

all at once caused something to snap inside her. She arched her back and pushed.

It was all for naught. His cock was just not going to be compatible. He wasn't

ready to give up on this just yet. It dawned on him something he had said

before; you can never have enough

lubrication. She was producing her own, but it wasn't enough for him to

slide in. Illom had been watching them this whole time,

fascinated. He had the presence of mind to direct her to his personal effects.

"Illom, can you grab that small clay jar?" She jumped over and held it up. "This one?" "Yes, bring it here please." She came back and handed it over.

"What do you want with this?" "Lubrication. Sometimes just enough is not

enough."He opened it up and got three

fingers smeared with the clear gel. He wiped his cock the full length and

repositioned. Koosth had one eye open but said nothing. She hardly could, with

her breathing too rapid to waste valuable oxygen on mere words. There was a

little left on his fingers, so he wiped them across her opening, eliciting

another groan. Lifting her legs and lining up against her hole, he pushed with

one solid thrust. In the process he lost some more skin as her nails dug into

his sides. His head was in, pushing against the tight tissue. At the same time

those purple little bumps were pulled in with it, so that as he thrust, his

cock stimulated them en mass. Each additional push got him in deeper. He could

clearly feel more of those little protuberances inside her. The more he had

contact with them, the deeper he went. Koosth was reacting more like

someone who was being electrocuted more than a female enjoying sex. He felt

like he was missing out on something in this connection. Of course, he wasn't.

He just kept pushing in, forcing his way and trying to get his full length

inside her. Just when he thought he might sink all the way in, the passage

abruptly ended. That left a little of him not quite in, but that length he

intended to use for giving her a good pounding. For the moment he stopped,

enjoying the feeling of her snug fit. The moment he stopped, the fit got even

tighter. Illom had the sense to guess what was happening and whispered in his

ear. "If you are fully inside, you

mustn't stop. The passage will try to close. You might not get loose!" It didn't sound particularly bad,

but when in Rome... He started thrusting again, but found that he has barely

moving inside her. It was like her body was a noose around his cock,

constricting it. He made short little pushes,

finding that these were more effective. She loosened back up. In the past he

often tried to be a gentle lover, but the anatomy of these beings dictated otherwise.

He began pumping her hard. All at once he cut loose, ramming it in with as much

force as he could muster. Koosth started a rumbling growl

in her throat that soon escaped as a fearsome roar. He looked at her, a bit

startled, but she was paying him no mind. She was caught up in what he was

doing. Her passage walls, could he have seen them, where displaying the entire

rainbow. All of a sudden, they tightened lengthwise, like a Chinese finger trap

when pulled on. They stared a rhythmic contraction that picked up speed and

threatened to compress his cock to half its size. Koosth went from her roaring

to a thin high wail, a keening sound that denoted pain in most organisms he was

familiar with. He kept up with his motions,

hoping that one or the other of them would go over the edge. He was waiting for

it to happen to her, assuming that these beings had orgasms. From what he had

seen, he certainly hoped so. The tightness inside her was getting almost too

uncomfortable for him to bear. It felt a little like how he imagined having a

string tied around his cock, with someone pulling the loose ends taut. But deep

inside of him he could feel the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm. It

started in his groin and worked its way down his cock. The moment her body

sensed it, she loosened a bit and he was able to pump away furiously. He

literally exploded inside, filling the passage with his sperm. He collapsed on top of her, but

Illom pulled him off. "I'm sorry, but if you remained

inside I might never get you two apart. And then I would never get my turn." He wasn't certain that everything

was in working order for her turn. His cock was still hard,but very sensitive. Koosth

was just laying there, lungs working like bellows, her whole crotch an LSD

addict's nightmare. The colors were running amok, and her passage was squeezing

shut. Ahead of it was pushed his hard work, in a flow of creamy white. She lay

perfectly still, at least if you ignored the fact that she was vibrating in

place. Every muscle in her body was twitching. Jon-Tom half wished Illom had

not pulled him loose. She had to be generating some intense vibes right now.After a while Koosth recovered

enough to sit up. She eyed her recent partner and said, deadpan, "They are all

liars. There are at least ten levels. And you human found an eleventh! I have

never had a feeling so deep inside, that built and built and built until I

thought I would burst. I thought it would never stop. It just hung there,

getting tighter and tying me up in knots. It was a relief when you released,

because if you hadn't, I might have lost my mind. I lost my vision. All I could

I see was color, nothing but a cascade of tones and hues that swirled across my

lids like a maelstrom." She gingerly touched her crotch,

coming away with sticky fingers. "I am surprised I have anything left down

here. Between you very nearly tearing out my insides, coupled with hitting

every sensitive spot I must have, I thought I was going to die!"He was just starting to feel

guilty when she followed up her statements with, "I'm ready to go again when

you are! That was enough to making living on this foreign piece of planetary

debris worthwhile." Illom laughed and sat down beside

her twin. "You are incorrigible!" In hushed tones, she whispered, "Was it

really that good?" Koosth belted out, "Good? If our

males have the same prowess as does he, our race is doomed to dying on its

back!"   Illom quieted her twin. "Hush. I

think I get your point! It was good. Which means it will be good for me too."

She turned and walked to Jon-Tom, leaning down and quietly saying, "Actually,

for me, it will be better!"                 "Better?"                "I

know what to expect from you, where she didn't. On top of that, I assume that

you'll last a little longer the second time around."                He smiled. "We'll see. You'll need to give me some time before we can do it again."                "Really?

It looks like your organ is in fine shape for coupling."                "Perhaps

it is, but the rest of me needs to regroup."                "Fine.

Have it your way, but I am only giving you a few moments to get yourself

together."                "What

if I need more?"                "Then

you can get yourself together while I enjoy the pleasure of your body. Do I

make myself understood?"                "Yes

ma'am, loud and clear!"