Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2019 11:06:01 +0000
From: Wetness18 <Wetness18@protonmail.com>
Subject: First Contact pt1

Humankind had been obsessed for about a hundred years about alien life
before first contact was made. Ironically though, as soon as the Loilitains
arrived, it was the much older stories of fairies, elves and nymphs that
made more sense.

They were beautiful creatures, completely human in appearance, but small in
stature, with eyes of liquid brown or startling blue, small and cute pouty
mouths, and skin that was unbelievably smooth and glowing with health. They
wore their hair long, both the males and females, but neither sex had a
hint of body hair. There seemed to be little outward difference between the
sexes, other than in hairstyles, except that some of the women perhaps had
the slightest points of breasts under their tunics.

They told us that they had left ill health and the need for physical
exertion behind them generations before, so naturally, over hundreds of
years, their bodies had become more delicate, and, with the loss of
conflict in their society, so had aggression and competitiveness been bred
out.

All fears of an alien invasion disappeared when they were seen. How could
these divine innocents have any violent intentions towards us? All they
seemed to want to do was to be with us, and share their lessons of peace
and love.

It was disconcerting; in the official pictures and videos that had been
released to the press, their appearance evoked the desire to care for and
protect them, but in person their poise and confidence made us feel clumsy,
and, dare I say it, primitive - which, given the massive technological gap
between us, undoubtedly we were.

It was still far from clear why they had arrived. It was a solitary ship,
with five males and five females, and although they were happy to tell us
certain things about their technology and society, they were at best vague
as to the purpose of their mission.

I had been in the special forces for a few years before transferring to the
CIA and I was allocated to one of the first liaison groups. Amongst all the
scientists and suits I stood out like a sore thumb, and a few times I
noticed a couple of the females whispering to each other behind their hands
as they stared at me.

Much of their time was spent in formal debrief sessions, but, as naturally
we were in a facility completely isolated from the outside world, it felt
claustrophobic, and we made a concerted effort to help them feel relaxed
and have social time where we could maybe get to know them better, and they
could know us, in more informal settings.

I tend to keep myself to myself at social events, and anyway I wasn't sure
how to make small talk with an alien, but one evening I found that I kept
making eye contact with Shama, one of the females. She came over and
chatted to me happily, telling about how well they had been looked after. I
couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful delicate body, and was lost in her
gorgeous, almost amber, eyes. Most of the other guys on the camp were
married and had families but my sexual history had been, let's say,
chequered, and I found my body immediately and inappropriately responding
to her closeness.

I would have expected her to be innocent, but it felt like she knew the
effect she was having on me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, and there was
something obviously flirtatious about her body language. Her arms were
bare, so slender and soft looking, and as she fiddled with her hair I
snatched an exquisite glimpse of her bald armpit.

She started talking to me about the myths and legends in her own society -
of ancient times, when there were still warriors and great deeds of
physical strength and bravery, and my cock swelled uncomfortably in my
pants as her little hand reached up to feel my biceps under my shirt, then
moved down to explore the hairs on my bare forearm.

I felt like everyone in the room must be staring at us, but they seemed
oblivious.

We were in a dark corner of the room, and she was stood in front of me,
which somewhat blocked the view for everyone else, but I froze as her hand
moved to the front of my pants, mapping out the line of my swollen cock as
it struggled for release.

"I knew you would be the one who would want us," she purred.

"You can't do that!" I protested.

"Why not, it's such a natural thing?" Her tiny hand was already working
magic on my engorged prick.

"Not here..." I groaned.

I grabbed her wrist as she started to unzip me.

"Fuck, no! In our culture this can only happen in private."

She turned to look around the room, as if expecting others to be pairing
up. To my relief it still looked like everyone else was engaged in polite
small talk and had no idea what we were doing.

I wasn't sure whether I was about to cause the first intergalactic
diplomatic incident, or was just fostering inter-species relationships, but
I took her by the hand and led her outside giggling.

As soon as we got outside and found a dark corner she unzipped me and
manoeuvred my cock out of my pants. It was already rampant and looked
massive with her two small hands on it. She examined it with fascination.

"It's so big...we dreamed but had no idea..."

Her hands were barely able to manage the girth but she clearly knew what to
do, stroking the shaft vigorously.

It had been a long time since I had had a girl's hands on me, or at least
one who looked like this, and I knew I wouldn't be able to take much of
that treatment. I controlled her pace, putting my hands on her wrists to
guide her, as she looked up at me with those doe eyes, watching the effect
her handiwork was having on me.

She smiled, ran a tiny tongue tip over her lips, and bent to kiss the head
of my cock. It looked too big to comfortably fit in her mouth, but she
bathed and kissed and teased it with her tongue, her hands moving to my
balls, weighing them up.

I was going to cum so quickly and wondered whether I should warn her. She
knew exactly what she was doing though, increasing the jerking on my shaft
as she licked the underside of my glans, all the while looking up at me
sweetly.

I exploded, shooting thick globs of spunk up in the air, the first
splattering down into her hair, the second hitting her between the eyes,
before she was able to take control, capturing the rest in her mouth as she
locked her lips around it.

She licked her lips as she got up, using her fingers to recover cum from
her face and hair and transferring it to her mouth. I could see that she
was holding it there, but then saw her dribble it into a small vial that
she concealed somewhere in her dress.

She stretched on tiptoes to kiss, and I tasted my cum on her lips.

I heard someone coming and quickly tucked my dick away and rezipped. By the
time I had exchanged a nod with the patrolling sentry and turned back she
had gone, slipped back inside somewhere.

Chapter 2

I knew I was in deep trouble the next morning when I was summoned to the
conference room at 7:00. All the top brass were there, the senator, the CIA
director and the general. The general was looking at me like the worse
piece of excrement he had ever seen and it was obvious that he didn't
really want anything to do with proceedings.

The director turned down the lights and played a video on the bank of
screens which covered one wall. My knees literally felt they would give way
beneath me as the screens showed a scene from a night vision camera.

It must have been mounted right above my head. My big cock was centre
scene, glowing green and pointing straight into Shama's cute face. The
pleasure she was taking was obvious as she jerked me, as was my writhing in
pleasure.

The camera had captured my cum shot perfectly, the sperm spurting copiously
over her. A twisted part of my brain (which is most of it) couldn't help
admiring my performance. I might have a future in the porn business, that
is if they ever let me out of jail. It was gallows humor though, I was
going to be destroyed for this.

The room stayed silent as the screen went black and the lights went back
on.

So this was it. The moment of exposure I had dreaded since I was 18 and
that girl coming home from her gymnastics class...

I had been in combat situations a few times, but the fear of jumping out of
an aircraft into a war zone was nothing compared to this.

The three of them just stared at me as my heart punched at the inside of my
rib cage like it was trying to save me by exploding and letting me just
drop dead.

The general was just getting redder and redder in the face and he finally
couldn't contain himself any longer.

"You are the lowest fucking piece of perverted shit I have ever come
across!" He thundered.

I caught the senator glancing across at him, and the hint of a smile may
have crossed his lips at the general's unfortunate choice of words. Could I
have an ally?

"Did you really think that we wouldn't have every fucking inch of this
compound covered! We can't work out which fucking laws you've broken but I
don't give a fuck, I'm gonna render your stinking ass out of here and leave
you to rot on some guava covered rock in the middle of the fucking ocean
for the rest of your miserable fucking life!" He paused for breath, and
there was a pregnant silence.

I sat waiting for the next onslaught, wondering if they were going to take
turns.

"On the other hand, there may be a different way of approaching this." The
CIA director's voice was quiet almost to the point of needing to strain to
listen to him. His face was expressionless as his cold eyes met mine.

"Gentlemen, you should probably leave at this point." The general glowered
at him, but both he and the senator got up to leave. As the senator passed
my chair, his hand briefly rested on my shoulder.

"Good luck, son," he murmured.

The director waited until the door shut then strolled over to a side table
where there were a couple of flasks of coffee. He poured himself one.

"Want one?"

Caffiene was the last thing I needed, so I shook my head and he sat back
opposite me, his gaze assessing me.

"You need to excuse the general, he still hasn't got his head around gays,
so what you seem to be has completely blown his mind. But do you know what
really pisses me off?" he said.

"No, sir."

"That you were thinking only with your balls, and parked yourself right
under a camera."

I toyed momentarily with lying that I had meant to, but didn't see how I
could pull it off.

"I'm sorry, sir"

He went back to appraising me silently.

"We have a problem" he finally said. "We've hit a brick wall with the
Loilitains, they're giving us nothing. We don't know why they're here or
what they want, and the tech they have given us has turned out to be
shit. Nothing we can do anything useful with without years of research to
see whether it's even kosher."

"Do you see the problem?"

I did, but a suspicion that I was supposed in some way expected to be part
of the solution was also gradually dawning on my terrified brain. However,
if a way out of this nightmare was to be offered I was going to grab it
like a drowning man. I nodded cautiously.

"And then you come along. Normally I would be cursing whoever vetted you,
and letting the general do whatever he wants with you, but maybe there is
an opportunity here. One of them at least has shown an interest in you, and
that could be an opening."

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he thought.

"You will carry on with your standard role, we don't want anything to
obviously have changed, but if any of the Loilitains is friendly towards
you, you should not discourage that. Do we understand ourselves?"

I nodded, "Yes sir!"

"And you report to me but no-one else. Understood? Oh, and don't worry
about the cameras we have that covered."

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