Caveman Alien’s Trick

by Calista Skye

  “Perhaps you should see if he was right about the things he taught you.” My heart beats hard in my ears and I’m feeling unsteady.

  Rax’tan’s jaw hangs open for just a moment before he catches himself. “Now?”

  “You got somewhere else to be?”

  I smile visits his lips for the blink of an eye. Then he holds me tighter and bends down. I crane my neck to meet him.

  Our awkward angle results in only a short peck on the lips, but his lips are soft and sensual, and my eyes almost roll back in my head from the closeness to him and the prospect of what’s going to happen now.

  Rax’tan gently grabs me under my knees and lifts me up like I’m nothing but a ragdoll, carrying me out of the water and onto the dry part of the beach. He puts me down on the sand, and I lie back. I want him to take charge and do everything here, and he seems to be doing fine so far.

  He’s down on his knees, leaning over me and cradling my head in one hand, lifting my chin in the other and then kissing me properly, right on the mouth.

  I open my lips and moan in barely suppressed need. You’d think this guy had never done anything other than seduce virgins from Earth, that’s how good he is. His gentle touch and calm movements, with just the right hint of urgency, calm any worry I might have had. It’s my first time, and it has to be his as well. And yet he moves as if he’s done this many times. Well, maybe in his mind.

  I wrangle the dress off me, cursing the stiffness of the dino skin it’s made from.

  It’s not a sexy move that any stripper with a sense of business would ever copy, but Rax’tan’s sharp intake of breath and the look on his face mean it can’t be all bad.

  He sits back on his haunches and just takes me in. And I let him, feeling tingles all over when he runs his gaze over my womanly body. I even spread my thighs a little to give him a better look at the mysteries between them.

  “Th-this is… marvelous,” Rax’tan stutters. “You are marvelous. Just like the shaman said. Soft and smooth and perfect.”

  He runs his hand over my hip, and I moan at his touch. His hand slides to the back of my knee, and I get the feeling that he’s holding his breath.

  “Holy Ancestors,” he whispers and strokes the back of my thigh, going down past the knee.

  If he likes that part, he’s got a lot in store.

  I reach out a hand to stroke his arm, then down to his side and the top of his pants. They’re too tight, and I tug impatiently at them.

  Rax’tan unfastens the drawstring in one swift move.

  I let my hand dive greedily down his pants, and it immediately encounters something warm, hard, and smooth. I gasp again and haul it out as Rax’tan pulls his pants lower and then all the way off.

  Now, I may be a virgin, but I have seen some porn in my day. And the cocks I saw there didn’t look like this. The size, for one thing. It’s just as huge as you would expect from an eight-foot caveman. And then the features, with bulbs and ridges and ribbed parts and thick veins. It’s like the aftermath of an explosion in an adult toy factory.

  “You have everything,” I groan. I want that thing in me.

  Eventually.

  Maybe.

  Because it is so hard and so big and so peculiar that I’d need to be super wet to get it anywhere close to inside me. And even then… I don’t know. I’ve never had anything that deep in me. Maybe there’s just no room.

  Or maybe it will be just perfect.

  Rax’tan is still exploring my body with his hands, and now he’s squeezing my breasts, gently enough to make it pleasant.

  “Suck on them,” I urge him.

  He bends down and takes the soft skin into his mouth, and another groan escapes my lips.

  He rubs one nipple with his fingers and sucks on the other, turning them both into hard, excited nubs in what has to be record time.

  I bury one hand in his dark-blond hair, feeling the alien shape of his head under it. With my other hand, I clench the muscles of his shoulder, which feels like a bundle of steel cables that should be able to hold up the Golden Gate bridge with no great trouble.

  Heat shoots from my nipples down to my crotch, where there’s something else that needs attention. And has probably needed it for a good few years, truth be told.

  “Worship me,” I plead. “Now.”

  If I thought Rax’tan was the kind of lover I could command, I immediately realize I was wrong.

  He takes his sweet time with my nipples, sucking and caressing and switching between them, making wonderful little sparks go off both there and in my girly parts further down.

  He starts kissing his way down my front, placing wet little spots in all the right places where the breeze cools them and keeps me aware of their existence.

  He creates a meandering little trail down my body, taking detours to spots that interest him, but clearly in one general direction.

  He kisses past my stomach and reaches the top of my now perfectly cavewoman-like bush, and I stiffen in breathless expectation before he takes a detour down to the side of one thigh.

  He works his way back up, much closer to the inside of my thigh, and again I hold my breath in anticipation for when his mouth will finally touch me where I want it the most.

  I’m sure I can smell myself now. I can’t imagine I’ve ever been this horny before.

  Rax’tar now starts drawing circles with his tongue, right above the slit. With each one, he gets closer to the main event, but I know this one is a tease. He wants me totally on edge, and he must know that he’s got me exactly where he wants me. I buck my hips in frustration and heat.

  He responds by pushing my knees apart and taking my whole pussy into his mouth.

  I jerk in surprise and delight, pushing my pelvis up, offering my sex to him. But he already has it, and he hums while he uses his tongue at my most sensitive folds. He tongue-fucks my hole and then runs his lips up the slit, circling once around the clit before going back to the opening.

  After the endless teasing, I am more than ready, and the caveman alien eating me out on this beach on Xren just sets me off. I don’t even have time to draw my breath before the climax washes over me, and I can only gasp and buck and groan and shake. So I do all those things at the same time. In the middle of the delirious pleasure, I think ‘that tongue is just as weird as the cock’. It has texture and articulation, and I don’t know what else. It feels like it’s making little figure eights, covering my whole pussy at the same time, vibrating and touching parts of me that I never knew existed.

  He takes mercy on me and slowly lets up, kisses up my front again, and then lies beside me on the sand, holding me lightly. “Was that all right?”

  “It was,” I pant, “more than all right. It was crazy. Crazy good.”

  I’m still having little aftershocks that make me tremble. Stars almighty, that was insane. And that was just his mouth! What might that sensational cock do to me?

  “Crazy good,” he repeats, plainly satisfied. “I suppose it’s the best I can expect. It will be better next time. I have some ideas.”

  “How much of that did your shaman teach you?”

  “Oh, some of it. Teasing. Not to go straight for the slit, but take in the whole body for proper Worship.”

  I stretch lazily. “Okay, I’ll make sure to give him a bunch of flowers one day, along with a handwritten card with my sincere thanks. But I think most of that was you.”

  “It’s difficult for the shaman,” Rax’tar says. “He had never seen a woman. Now that I have, I was able to expand on his teachings.”

  13

  - Rax’tar -

  “Uh-huh,” Phoebe says, another alien multipurpose word with an obvious meaning. “I approve.”

  The scent of her body is still in my nose, and the flavor of her slit is in my mouth. It’s a feminine scent, absolutely. Fresh and somehow familiar, except that of course it isn’t. It’s just natural.

  My head is spinning. This all happened so fast. Only a couple of days ago,
I had never seen a woman before. Now I’ve not only seen one, but Worshipped one! To her satisfaction, even, as far as I can tell.

  And not just any woman, either. But the best one, the most alluring woman on Xren.

  I let my hand drop to my thigh and pinch.

  No. I feel the pain, but I’m not waking up. So this could well be real.

  I stand up and scan our surroundings. I wasn’t on my guard during that whole experience, and that’s never a good idea. Still, no irox can be seen, and if there are other creatures on this beach, they’re not Bigs, or I would see them.

  The huge sea hisses and thunders as the waves hit the sand. Of course, I have sometimes heard that sound before, when out on the raft or even when standing still on The Island. It was always a ghostly sound to me, always strange and out of reach, difficult to pin down. Now that I know it’s an ‘ocean’, it doesn’t really change much. But it is a pretty sight.

  I keep my back to Phoebe for as long as I can bear it, which isn’t long. She’s sitting up now, cradling her knees and brushing sand off her legs.

  I could just stand here and look at her forever, with her roundness and softness and smoothness everywhere. Must she not think that I am too big and too rough and too hard?

  I glance down. Some things on me are harder than others.

  Phoebe catches my eye and nods towards my extremely erect manhood. “I think you like what you see.”

  “Perhaps. It is a very pretty ocean.”

  “Is that all you like?”

  “The sand is pleasant, too, I suppose.”

  “The sand, huh.” She slowly gets to her feet and turns around.

  Again I can’t stop the breath from catching in my throat. “Holy Ancestors,” I hiss. That round behind is… beyond scandalous. The dimples at the back of her knees seem almost innocent by comparison with the other set she has at her lower back.

  Phoebe half turns her head. “Hmm?”

  “You are magnificent,” I admit. “Forget the sand and the ocean. You’re the only thing I see.”

  She smiles and saunters towards me. “You’re not so bad, yourself. Sit down, and I’ll show you something.”

  I get down on the sand, eager to see what she could possibly have to show me beyond what I’ve already seen. Surely, she can’t have even more curves or dimples?

  She kneels beside me and unceremoniously grabs my hardness in both her hands. “This is very big. And I have never done this before. I’ll just try, okay?”

  “Okay,” I agree as my shaft twitches hard in her small, soft hands.

  The most incredible thing happens. She starts licking it, just around the tip and the most sensitive part.

  Then, as I watch in astonishment, she takes the outer part all the way into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, creating the most unbelievable sensation and making me see stars.

  “Is that all right?” she asks.

  “It… I… uh-huh,” I respond, having trouble collecting myself enough to speak.

  She takes my manhood back in her mouth and then starts running one little hand up and down it, while having her lips close around the head of it.

  It’s more than I can handle, a total overload of the purest pleasure I have ever experienced. I give off a groan to warn her, she takes her mouth off me, and then I spray my seed many feet into the air in a climax that seems to go on forever, while Phoebe keeps one hand on the shaft, sliding it gently up and down.

  I collapse backwards onto the sand. “Impossible,” I marvel.

  “I’m glad you like it,” Phoebe says and gently lets go of my still hard shaft, now very sensitive. “Let’s go and wash up.”

  She walks into the water, her behind giving off a fluid jiggle with each step and her hair flowing in the breeze. My cock twitches again in sheer incredulity that something as perfect as her can exist.

  Sweet Ancestors, I need her with me. Now and forever.

  14

  - Phoebe -

  The ocean is just as salty as the water where the seatrees grow, so those two bodies of water are obviously connected. I’m sure the waves overflow the sandbank whenever there’s a storm. And there’s probably a channel through it somewhere.

  I stand naked with the waves up to my waist. It’s just cool enough to be refreshing, while also warm enough to be pleasant.

  I take a deep breath. That was interesting. Being expertly eaten out for the first time, and then giving my first blowjob, all within the span of maybe forty minutes. It was pretty successful, too. I certainly came really hard, and I think Rax’tar was pretty satisfied.

  A grin spreads on my face for probably the first time on Xren. I feel… good.

  Rax’tar wades into the surf and ducks all the way under the water then comes up next to me. “Are there many oceans on your planet?”

  “Many,” I confirm and put one hand on his upper arm. “Or just one very big one, depending on how you count. They’re all connected, I think.”

  “You know how to do this?” He throws himself backwards into an approaching wave, then swims further out with powerful, somewhat clumsy strokes before he comes back again.

  “Swimming? I have some idea how to do that.” I lay forwards and do the breaststroke a few yards out. The water caresses my naked body in the most wonderful way.

  “Ah,” Rax’tar says when I come back. “Alien swimming.” Then he squats down, grabs me around the waist, and shoots up into the air, almost clear of the water.

  I squeal in surprise and alarm at the sheer height we reach before we both fall back in one large splash.

  I wipe hair and salty water from my face. “Ah. Alien jumping.”

  Rax’tar grins at me with sharp fangs that glint in the sunlight.

  Those were sooo close to my pussy, just a few minutes ago…

  The mere thought sends little arrows of heat and delight to my girly parts as I wade ashore and plop down next to my discarded dress.

  “We’ll dry in the sun,” Rax’tan says when he joins me there. “And then continue our map-making.”

  “We will,” I agree and take the map in my hands. “Want to see how it looks so far?”

  He peers over my shoulder when I unfold the large sheet of skin.

  “So,” I begin. “Here is The Island. Almost in the middle.” I point with the sooted twig I use for drawing.

  “The Island,” Rax’tar repeats. “It is where?”

  I place the point of the twig on the map. “Right here. See the outline? And the tree?”

  “The Island is much bigger than that. That’s only the size of half a fingernail.”

  “Yes, The Island is much bigger than this,” I agree, satisfied that I was right about Rax’tar having never seen a map before and happy I have thought of a way to explain it. “But this is not The Island, itself. Imagine if you were riding on an irox, high up in the air. And you look down. The Island will look like this, right? Here is the tree with the rooms in it. Here is where the rafts are usually fastened.”

  Rax’tan looks up. “There is no irox.”

  “I know. Just imagine you’re riding on one.”

  He frowns at the map. “Where are Gir’ex and the others?”

  “I didn’t draw them. They are too small to be visible here.”

  “They are as big as me!”

  Hm. This might take longer than I thought. “Yes. And still, when you are riding on the irox, high up, they are too small to be seen.”

  “The irox can spot a man from very high up in the air.”

  “It can. But the irox isn’t seeing this. You are. So. That’s The Island. Here,” I quickly draw a couple of lines in about the right place, “is this sand bank.”

  Rax’tar looks around then pounds the ground. “The sand bank is here.”

  “But this,” I point at the map, “is not the sand bank, itself. It is just a drawing of it. As seen from above. Far above. You know how things seem smaller when they’re far away?”

  “Ah. I see. But the sand b
ank and The Island are too close! It took us a long time to paddle here on the raft. Bring them much further apart.” He measures the distance with his fingers and shows me the little gap between them.

  “Um… on this scale, they are about an inch apart. That looks about right.”

  “Hmmm.” He’s all frown.

  Of course, the idea of a map and how it is an image of the world around us is going to be hard to explain to a caveman. I read once that in the old days on Earth, before maps existed, travel routes and distances were described as stories. ‘Start at Athens, then walk for one day into the sunset until you reach the small village with the red house in the middle. Then follow the path past the small white house where the man called Pericles lives and keep going for two more days until you get to Corinth.’ Or something like that. And that’s exactly how Rax’tar navigates between the seatrees.

  But I’m not giving up. “So, The Island is here. Imagine that this is a very tiny island! Just like your Island. Here is Smaller Than Ours Island. See? Even smaller! All over here are the seatrees, except I didn’t draw them because they are too small and will just look like a mess.”

  Rax’tan is quiet for a while, just studying the map. Then he slowly takes the twig out of my hand.

  “The ocean is here. The bay is like… this.” He draws two long, clumsy curves. “And we are now…” He taps the map in the middle of the sandbank. “Here.”

  I want to kiss him, so I do. A happy little kiss on the alien caveman’s surprisingly soft lips. “Yes! You got it. That’s what a map is. Just a small drawing of the world.”

  “Can it be used for anything?”

  “It can be used for finding your way. For marking places that are important. For remembering where things are. For explaining to others where something is.”

  “I can already do those things. Without a map.”

  “But it is easier with this. Next time you want to go to this ocean, you know exactly where it is. And if Gir’ex wants to go here, you can show him the map and he will know how to get here. Even if he has never been here before.”