It was getting late and the evening was drawing to a close. I could feel the attraction all my ladies had for the beautiful T'lon; all three of them were in a serious case of lust for the woman. So when T'lon said it was getting late, and she should really be getting back to her quarters, I said, "You can do that, or you could stay here with us this evening?"
"Your offer is very tempting, Jon..." T'lon said, but before she could continue, Barbara spoke up.
"Hon, you are more than welcome to join us; we are all strongly attracted to you, and enjoy having you here with us. Even our kids like you!" Barbara said, commenting on the fact that our two little tricycle motors had spent the evening taking turns sitting in T'lon's lap.
T'lon blushed slightly; "I would love too stay, but..." She sighed. "In two hundred and forty-nine years, I've never had sex with a male."
I tilted my head as I looked at her. "Does the idea of having sex with me frighten or offend you? I can always sleep with the children tonight. I assure you I wouldn't be offended."
Casey looked at me funny. "Jon, the first time for any woman is special. It's also scary for them. They have no real idea what to expect, or what to do, no matter how much they've learned on the subject."
T'lon smiled at Casey, then kissed me lightly on the lips. "I would love to share a bed with all of you. I'm just a little unsure of myself; I'm not used to feeling unsure. Our males don't care if you are unsure; they simply do what needs to be done, and that's that. That prospect didn't hold much interest for me. I prefer to share intimacies with my bed partners, not just the physical act of coupling. I'm told that sharing a bed with a human male is nothing like doing so with one of ours; you are also larger than our males. I find I have no idea how to react."
I took the beautiful woman's hand. "Then I only have two questions for you; do you want to share our bed? And do you trust me?"
T'lon hesitantly let me take her hand. "Very much, and absolutely."
I smiled, kissed her, and lifted her in my arms to carry her to our bedroom. The curtain climbers had gone to bed an hour earlier, so my ladies followed us, grinning.
When we got into the bedroom, Barbara helped with T'lon while Casey and Erin did their thing. Barbara guided T'lon in how and where to touch me, and I tried to be as gentle as I could while making love to this full-grown child of another race. When the time came for T'lon to take me inside her beautiful, lightly-furred pussy, Barbara guided her in how to mount me. She straddled my legs behind the slightly frightened woman and increased her excitement by playing with her clit and lightly pinching her sensitive nipples. I just looked on with love, respect, and pride for her in my eyes.
Barbara had her raise up, and she lifted my cock, placing the head at T'lon's opening. I cautioned her to go slow and easy; the first time might be a little painful. I took the woman's hands and drew her down to me, to kiss her during the first stroke. As the head of my hard shaft penetrated her, she moaned into my mouth and surrendered to the kiss. I saw Barbara smiling at me approvingly.
T'lon was so wet, her juices were running out of her, and she was shaking. She was insanely tight and for a while I didn't think I was going to be able to enter her without severely hurting her. She kept pushing down on me though, and forcing more of my cock into her. I felt her cervix kiss the head of my penis, and she stopped pushing. I let her rest there for a bit to get used to the size and feeling of being filled, and her pussy started fluttering on me. It was a unique feeling that I normally only associated with a massive orgasm. Since I wasn't expecting her to have an orgasm the first minutes she had a cock in her pussy, it was a surprise to find out that she was; T'lon had a huge orgasm just from feeling my shaft inside her.
I concentrated on her for a moment to get a sense of her feelings, and found she was very much in love with me, as well as the rest of us, at that moment, something she felt mildly guilty about with regards to her lost lover. But the tenderness, respect, and love we had shown her had made a very big impression on her. If we had asked her to bond with us at that moment, she probably would have said yes.
My ladies felt pretty strongly for her as well, but I couldn't tell if it was enough to make her a permanent member of our family, although Barbara was pretty far gone on this beautiful alien.
T'lon needed more air, and was beginning to pant, so she broke the kiss as I withdrew slowly for the second stroke. The motion of our bodies placed her breasts at mouth level, so I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth and whipped it like a clit. She moaned deeply, and as I pushed back in, the moan grew into a scream of ecstasy and she peaked again.
I continued to make love to her in slow deep thrusts, but the feeling of her tight pussy, our emotional state, and the excitement of my ladies was quickly going to bring this first session to an end. T'lon must have felt it as well, because she rammed down on me hard as I was about to cum and forced my cock past her cervix, and I shot my load directly into her virgin womb.
I held the shuddering woman tightly to my chest as I heaved air into my lungs and sperm into her womb. She grasped onto me tightly and held herself pressed against me to receive my offering. I tenderly kissed the beautiful, exotic goddess in my arms in thanks for her gift of love.
"Wow," Erin said softly beside us, no trace of jealousy in her voice. "That reminded me of the first time Jon and Casey made love."
"I think it must have been the same between all of us, love," Casey said. "You and Barbara were that intense; so were Jon and you, and Jon and Barbara. It sure felt that intense the first few times you and I or Barbara and I had sex as well."
T'lon turned her head so she could see the other three women. She nuzzled into my neck, purring. "That was fabulous. Now I understand why Benesian women are so attracted to men like Jon. It's not anything physical, it's the emotions. I've only felt like this with other women. Granted, I've never been with a Benesian male, but what I've heard was nothing like this."
"Sweetheart, that was so beautiful I had an orgasm just watching," Barbara said, and Casey nodded in agreement.
Erin blushed. "I always have an orgasm watching two people make love."
"But that's not her favorite part," I said smiling at my beautiful sister. "She loves cleaning up."
T'lon lifted her head to look at me and raised an eyebrow. I held her to me and rolled over to her laughter. When she was under me, I kissed her and slowly started to withdraw my softening penis from her still clasping vagina, causing her to moan again.
Erin grinned as she caught on to what I was doing and moved over to get between T'lon's legs. I lay down next to T'lon on the bed, and Casey got between my legs to lick the combined love juices from my semi-flaccid shaft. Erin put her head between T'lon's strong legs, and the woman groaned as her new lover gently got to 'work' cleaning her up.
I motioned Barbara to move up and straddle my face so I could help her as well, but she grinned at me and winked from her place behind the two kneeling women. I watched as she stuck first one finger of her left hand in her pussy, then one finger of her right. All I could see was her reaching behind Erin and Casey, but suddenly Casey sucked half my cock in and her eyes got big then closed in pleasure. Erin jumped too, but moaned into her lover's pussy as she felt the finger being pressed into her ass.
It was a long evening. We all made love in various combinations until the early hours of the morning. T'lon, however, was too sore to take me inside her again, though she really wanted to. Instead, we ended up just cuddling close together in a warm pile of loving, nude flesh.
We were awakened early in the morning by an irritating buzzing that seemed to be emanating from the walls of the base. T'lon looked panicked and put her hand to her comm-unit. "T'lon here; report."
Since it was obvious that someone was speaking to her, we all kept quiet. Erin got up to go check on the children.
"Gear up, and report to the hanger ready room. I'll join you as soon as I can. T'lon out," she said and looked at all of us apologetically. "I am truly sorry, I have to go; the whole system was just placed on Yellow Alert. It looks like our time has run out."
I pulled her out of bed and into the shower. I quickly began washing her as Casey and Barbara helped. When Erin came into the washroom carrying our daughter, Barbara asked her to get breakfast on the table since T'lon needed to hurry.
Though we were quick, and thorough, T'lon was still panting by the time we got finished with her, and for some reason, we couldn't seem to get her pussy dry. Casey got her uniform and boots from the replicator and we all got dressed to have breakfast with our new lover.
Again it was rushed, but we still did our best to make her feel like she was loved, and had something to return for. When she left she was smiling, and tears of joy and sadness mixed on her cheeks.
"I'm really going to miss her. I know we haven't had any other lovers since we got together, but T'lon fits with us," Erin said.
"Yes, she does. I feel like it was one of you that left to go into combat. I'm scared for her," Barbara admitted. "I know we all got together pretty fast, but it still seems like I fell for her pretty hard."
"We all did, Love. Let's see how she feels when she gets back, but I think we should ask her if she would like to move in with us, just to make sure before we ask her to bond," I said, looking to the rest of my ladies to see if they agreed.
Casey nodded since she was still a little teary-eyed over T'lon's rapid departure. I felt a sense of anxious fear growing in the base. It had to be strong for me to feel it here, in our apartment. "Erin, do you feel like playing again? I think the folks here could use it. We don't have to play anything like a structured list, we can just jam. Anything to reduce emotions would help I think."
"Sure Jon, it would help me to get my mind off where T'lon and her people are going," Erin replied.
"Jon, could you play 'Look heart, no hands' by Randy Travis for T'lon?" Barbara asked.
I winked at her; "Sure thing, sexy."
Erin and I and our two rug monkeys retired to my studio to play music. Barbara and Casey left to check on the progress of Davey Jones' Locker and see if there was anything they could do to help anywhere else.
When I contacted Andreya to let her know what Erin and I planned on doing, she looked harried, but smiled at us in thanks.
When the message popped up on the terminal that I was 'on the air' I smiled and we were off. "Good morning, everyone! My name is Jon Weist. I know you are all feeling a little nervous and anxious, so my wonderful wife and I will do our best to try to help you relax. The first song we'd like to play is a special request sent out to Commander T'lon from four secret admirers." Erin grinned at me as we began the country song.
We played all day, and into the night. Our fingers were sore and bloody; my throat hurt from singing. We took little breaks while the other person played, but we kept it up until we just couldn't play anymore. I could feel our efforts had been worth it. But by the end of the day, casualties had started to arrive, and the news of the bombing of Europe had spread through the base. Anxious fear had been replaced by the sorrow of loss, countered by anger at the enemy that had killed so many.
When I learned of the high number of casualties we had taken, I fell into a depression. Billions dead? It just didn't seem possible. I thought the Caldarians were trying to enslave us, not kill us.
"Jon, this is exactly what the Caldarians wanted; by killing so many so quickly they wanted our spirits broken. We'd be a lot easier to control if we had no will to fight back. You have to put this aside and deal with it later. We need you; the people on this base need you. Hell, the whole fucking sector needs you!" Barbara told me. "You are the only projective empath on record. You have the power to help defeat these assholes!"
I held up my bandaged fingers; I hadn't gone to the medical section to have them fixed because they had enough problems without having to treat me too. "I can't play. How am I supposed to use my power?"
Barbara dragged me, literally, up to the medical section. Erin and Casey followed us, carrying our guitars. Erin wasn't in much better shape than I was, but she hadn't damaged her fingers.
"Gail, Jon played until his fingers bled last night. I know you guys are busy, but do you think you can get him fixed up so he can play again?" Barbara asked a nurse.
"Hell yes! Even the doctors have commented on how morale has dropped since he stopped playing. We were wondering what had happened. Take him back to treatment room four, and I'll get one of the Docs to take a look at him." She looked over at Erin; "Did you hurt your fingers too?"
Erin smiled at the worried woman. "No, they're sore from playing so much, but I quit hours before Jon did last night."
"Okay, we might be able to help you too. Take them back Barb, and I'll fetch the Doc," she said as she left the reception area. Barb led us down a hall to a room that looked just like the one we saw when we first arrived. She led me over to the table and patted it to get me to sit on it. I rolled my eyes at her and she smiled. "That's better; you were starting to get the rest of us depressed as well. I don't know if you realize it, but you still project even when you're not playing, it just isn't as strong."
"No, I didn't know that. I guess I've been dragging you guys down then too?" I asked.
Casey nodded. "I just wanted to curl up and cry once I saw you this morning. Hell, I even woke up depressed."
"I'm sorry honey, I couldn't help it; so many have died..." I felt myself starting to slip back into the depression I hadn't made it all the way out of yet.
"Jon! Like I told you before, either put it behind you, or worry about it later. Either way, we need you now," Barbara said.
The doctor picked that moment to enter the room. "Hi Barbara, Gail said your husband played his fingers off?"
"Hi Tom, well, not off, but pretty damn close. He has several lacerations that are preventing him from playing. His vocal cords got pretty strained too," Barbara explained. "He didn't want to come down here, because you all were too busy with the 'real wounded'."
The doctor took off the bandages and looked at my cut up fingers. He entered some commands on a control board next to the table and it shifted into a chair complete with armrests. He placed my hands, palm up, on the armrests, and gently put a strap across my wrist to hold it in place. "Jon, the straps are only there to help you hold still. This won't hurt, but it might itch a bit," he explained, but kept looking at me strangely.
He turned to my ladies. "Could you please give Jon and me a moment alone?"
Though somewhat surprised looking, they all left the room without comment. The old doctor turned back to me and smiled. "I don't mean to be so melodramatic, but I get the feeling that your fingers aren't the only thing hurting. You are projecting depression and despair. That's not good for an empath of your abilities; it could really cause harm to people. Care to tell me what the problem is?"
"I am sorry doc, it's just that so many people have died, and so many more are suffering. I'm having a hard time keeping a cheerful face, if you know what I mean. Barb and the others want me to play songs that inspire, motivate, provide hope, or just plain cheer people up, but I can't. I can't seem to absorb the knowledge of billions of deaths so easily," I explained and felt tears falling from my eyes.
Doc Tom had placed devices over my hands and activated them before sitting on a footstool beside me. He looked thoughtful while he listened to me, and nodded in understanding. "I know how you feel, Jon. Not just because you're projecting your feelings either. As a doctor, I have made a vow to protect life and to do everything in my power to prevent harm and injury. In the last twenty or so hours, I have had to replace ten severed limbs, rebuild the digestive tract and reproductive system of a young soldier that got shot in the stomach at point blank range, and treated what seems like a hundred cases of radiation exposure that up until a week ago I would have sworn were fatal. Thirty percent of the people they send here for treatment don't survive the trip. They are so badly wounded no one could save them.
"When we are faced with carnage on that scale, it's very difficult not to fall into depression and despair. But twenty minutes ago, two rooms down the hall from this one, I delivered an eight pound ten ounce baby boy. In the midst of all this hell and mayhem, a new life can still be born.
"Jon, yes, we have lost a lot of people, and even more are in pain from wounds, but we'll heal; our way of life will survive as long as we don't chose to lie down and die ourselves. One of those young troops I worked on crawled back to her team-mates after she had lost both of her legs. Why did she do that? She won't be healed soon enough to go back out and fight; hell, blood loss alone should have killed her right there on the battlefield, so why did she fight so hard to live?"
It was clear he was actually asking me, so I just shook my head. I had no idea why someone would do that.
"She fought that hard so she could return to her family. She has a son on Phoenix base, and her husband is flying one of the fighters. What I'm trying to say, Jon, is that we can't do this for the whole planet, or even our countries. Those things are just too big for us. We have to find something our size to do all this for. I don't dwell on the patients I lose, though I will grieve for them when all this slows down. I try to concentrate on the next person, because they are fighting to get home to their family too," the doc finished. "You want to help everyone around you? That's very noble; however, it's too big of a task. Sing to your ladies, sing to your children, just let the rest of us listen in from time to time, and you'll be amazed at how well that works. Now, let's look at that throat of yours."
I thought about what he'd been saying, and suddenly it made sense. Don't worry about the world; it can take care of itself. Instead, worry about my family, and the rest of the world will follow suit.
The basketball thing descended from the ceiling again, but this time it only seemed to be interested in my neck. Once it pulled back into the ceiling, Doc Tom was talking again. "Yep, you strained your vocal cords last night. Try to drink some tea with lemon while you're performing. It should help with the raw throat. As for the fingers; take more breaks, more often. You have good calluses built up, but keep in mind those are tightly stretched wires you're rubbing your fingers on; they will cut you, as you well know now. If they start to bother you again, come on back in and we'll give you another dose."
"Thanks Doc, for everything. You really did help," I said thanking him.
"Jon; you do good work, and believe it or not, you make my job much easier. What you do is important; don't ever feel like you're not important enough to be seen in here. We might be slow sometimes, but we will get to you." The computer beeped at him, and he removed the covers on my hands. All the deep cuts were gone, and they did itch a little, but they were also kind of numb. Tom explained that they would be numb for about a half hour, while the nerves re-establish themselves. I wasn't to attempt to play again for at least an hour, so when Tom let my wives in again, he sat Erin in the chair and treated her hands too. She was given the same instructions, so Casey took us on a tour of the area our club was being built in.