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Authors name: D.O. Mann (No address)
Story title : Watchers Across the Light Years
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WATCHERS ACROSS THE LIGHT YEARS
by D.O. Mann
SUMMARY
This science fiction tale imagines a faraway race of
beings that conduct their matings far differently from
humans. The aliens bring together a young human couple,
carefully raised in complete sexual innocence. Their
behavior in an artificial Eden is curiously observed
from afar by the aliens.
Once upon a time-flow, not our own, there was a race of
beings far different from you and me. The only
similarity was that they were born, lived, and died,
even as you and I. A rare link-up between us and that
distant species once occurred, hence this tale.
Six individuals of that race had come together for a
'fruiting.' That folk did not have, as we do, male and
female genders. Instead they had six distinct sex-
identities. And like our oysters, they changed from one
to another of the six sexes, as they ran the course of
their lives. It took all six kinds, grouping and
clumping, to generate new members of that star race.
The names I have given that far-off Six are; Ooner,
Otoo, Treen, Fower, Fievee, and Sixtus. Their real
names have letters that are on no earthly keyboards.
The six of them had contrived to meet, test
compatibilities, grow together, and begin the lives of
two more like them.
In our words, they had come together for six-sex and to
make two babies.
Their multiple mating is hard for us to comprehend. The
cluster clung and moved together, intermingling body
parts, even as we do. But with six individuals, and
their peculiarities, they clumped for a long time,
achieving many peaks of sensation during their
generative act. Each subgroup of two developed a half-
egg. With three such subgroups, three incomplete seeds
were produced. Then the two senior members of the group
partially drew away from the juniors. Those two brought
forth another egg-half.
The entire Six rejoined in close creative intimacy and
knitted the four part-seeds into two new infant
conceptions. The group of six parents, now that their
peculiar passion was spent, stayed in calm conjunction
to nurture the Two, and grow the pair through their
infancies, just as in a human family.
It was during the first part of the growing, when the
new entities were still very young, that Ooner
projected a thought into the brain cases of the other
five sex partners. He (?) disclosed that during one of
their many orgasms, his (?) perception was extended to
an extreme range in a new direction. He (?) had
observed the sex customs of another race, ours. He (?)
told the others how it worked with us, so far away.
They agreed with him (?) that what our distant race did
was weird.
They were appalled at the unpleasantness surrounding
our generative process. However Ooner pointed out that
there was a certain fleeting pleasure we felt at the
crux of sharing. Then there were our delights in child
rearing. It seemed to Ooner that some feeling we called
love was evident in connection with both of these parts
of our race increase process.
All of the Five, particularly Treen, tuned their minds
along the thought ray of Ooner, and devoted some of
their time-of-nurture to the far distant practices. A
few earthly microseconds later, the consensus developed
that the unpleasant and destructive parts of the sex
practices of the human race were caused by several
factors. There was poor transfer, from old to young, of
what to do when it came to mating. Exclusivity,
coveting, and jealousy crept in. Then there was the
lust for power, not passion, and there was poor
communication, ignorance, and reliance on past
ignorance. Thus, many adverse factors got in the way of
the simple instinctive drive of us two-sexers to couple
and fruit.
The distant Six, being do-ers, not only watchers,
decided to perform an experiment on Earth. They hoped
to bring about, and watch, an example of pure instinct,
as a pair of the faraway entities were brought
together.
They planned to have each of this pair raised to
puberty in complete ignorance of the other gender. Then
with the chosen two in isolation, they prepared to
observe the consequences.
In order to bring about this growth in separate sexual
ignorance, the Six turned to the earthly phenomenon of
religion, which they hardly understood. But they had
sensed that some religious practitioners were anti-sex
to the extreme. Treen searched and found a group that
were all female, renouncing all contact with males. It
was arranged that a baby girl was to be found by this
group and raised by them. The nuns named this infant
Dora, and kept her from all carnal knowledge until she
was grown.
She was barely aware that there were different people
outside the nunnery, called men.
Likewise, Sixtus discovered an isolated group of males,
who fiercely shunned all female influence in their
cloistered lives. They extended their ban even to cows
and hens, living their narrow lives in exclusive
masculinity. Sixtus caused them to find a male infant,
who they raised in strict conformity to their
practices. This child, named Dorian, grew to puberty
hardly knowing that there were females, except for some
obscure references in the colony's censored books.
Now the Six powered together and created, on distant
earth, a new Garden of Eden. It was patterned after the
original, taken from the lore of the race and the
ancient books. There was a warm bit of ocean, with a
gentle surf. There were fruits and berries on the trees
and shrubs. A fresh clear stream ran across the
preserve, and there was a waterfall. Overhead, a local
fusion torch replaced Sol, just for the garden. It was
made to blaze and fade to a minimum 'moonlight', in
tune with the revolution of Earth. Surrounding all, was
a barrier which isolated this Paradise from the rest of
our world.
Now the two earthies were ready. The onset of maturity
was on them.
She had flowed monthly for several years, and he was
producing copious, if intermittent, emissions of male
juice. Each marvelled at the changes as their bodies
developed. Time now being also ripe, the Six brought
the human pair and inserted them, both unconscious,
through the barrier.
Before they awoke, Fower implanted each earthies'
language in the mind of the other. They were not aware
that they could formerly not understand each other. The
memory of their past lives was programmed to fade in a
cycle or two. Now they awakened to awareness, in
separate parts of their garden. The increasing blaze
from above brought them to their new reality.
Dora came awake first. She was curled up under a bush
on some soft grasses. It was far different from her cot
in the small bare cell of the nunnery. She gazed around
in wonderment at the trees and bushes, so different
from the whitewashed walls that were all she knew
before. Her next glance was down at herself. She was
nude, and wondered at that, for the nuns had insisted
that a long white gown was the minimum, even for
bathing. Dora had never looked at her entire bare body
before, only at a part or so at a time.
She became aware of an inner urge that had, before,
taken her to a squalid and smelly out-building just
inside the rear wall of the convent.
Now Fower's impelling thought insinuated itself, and
Dora went directly to a glen close to the unseen
barrier. There the stream disappeared underground. The
water swirled in a whirlpool. She was guided to squat
in the shallow pool and empty her bladder and bowels.
What left her was carried under and away, and the
flowing water cleansed her.
She wandered away and started to explore the garden. A
growing murmur led her to the splash of the waterfall.
The stream flowed over a rocky wall and arched to
create an inviting pool, clear enough so that the sandy
bottom twinkled through the ripples. Dora waded in,
delighted, venturing to approach the fall. The warm
spray tempted her, and she gradually backed in and let
the flowing water sluice all over her. At length she
emerged and let the warm glow from overhead, subtly
enhanced for the purpose, dry her hair and body. She
was content, except for a growing emptiness.
During this time, Dorian also wakened to gaze in
wonderment at the lush foliage. He had never
experienced such vegetation before, for the monastery
where the monks raised him was walled on a high rocky
cliff. He was not surprised, as Dora was, by nudity,
for the brothers often went about their tasks with only
breech-clouts. Fower impelled him, too, to seek out the
whirlpool. There he spouted into the middle of the
vortex. Then he squatted in the water and emptied into
the gurgling drain. He too became hungry.
The two earthies converged on a section of their garden
where food grew lush and delicious. Distant Fievee
gently guided them to pick and eat.
As they grew filled, they wandered toward a central
glade, and finally glimpsed each other. The alien
soothed their startle impulses, and filled them with
curiosity. They approached and confronted one another.
He observed Dora's breasts, lush in comparison to his
flatness. She noticed with interest the three foreign
objects scarcely concealed by his scant pubic hair.
He broke the silence, saying that he was Dorian, and
what was she called? She answered 'Dora'. He asked what
those were, pointing to her chest. She said the nuns
had told her to call them breasts as they grew, and to
conceal them. But, she admitted, with only a trace of
fading embarrassment, that she had nothing now to hide
them under. He said they were beautiful, and that his
two rounds were much smaller, and hidden by hair and by
his waterspout. He lifted it and held it aside, so she
could clearly see the small globes in their sack. She
said she had no such things under her hair, only a
chink.
They turned their attention to the wonder of their
surroundings. They joined hands and began an
exploration of the garden, exclaiming at the beauty of
foliage and flowers. Finally they came to the beach and
the gentle surge of the warm salt water. They ran along
the edge of the sand, and waded, delighted, into the
surf.
She playfully pushed him down under the surface. He
emerged and splashed her vigorously. She rushed to grab
his arms. He turned and embraced her as well. Distant
Sixtus pulled back the influence being lightly exerted,
and let human instinct take over. The two hugged close,
knee-deep in the surging water. The remote Six noted
with interest that the earthies slowly brought their
mouths together to exchange a token of mutual good
will. The will was so good that they increased their
merging with an tentative exploration of each others'
tongues. Their embrace tightened, and her out-juts were
pressed tightly against his chest.
He dropped his arms and took firm hold of her hind-
globes, pressing her close to him, even as he swelled.
His dangle rose and was squeezed between them. She
withdrew in alarm, and turned away from him to see what
was pressing her belly. The thing was different from
before, large and stiff and inviting. She grasped it
and held it, returning to the enchanting embrace, and
the delicious melding of lips and tongues.
After a thrilling exchange of caresses above, the pair
drew back a little. She used two hands to hold his
swollen extension. Likewise, he reached out and palmed
both of her mammaries. They began, in their common
language, to inquire of each other about the names of
the body parts that each held. She had said 'breast',
but they both realized that he, too, had something
called that. He knew that calling them 'she-bulbs with
little knobs' would be awkward. So he improvised, with
her agreement, and named them 'she-zies'.
Then came her turn to name the part of him that she
held. After all, it could not always be 'his ninth
finger that swells to big stick'. They settled on 'he-
woo'. And below that, she shifted one hand, and hefted
the 'pair of lumps in bag'. This became in her mind,
and his also, 'he-two'.
With joy and delight, they continued to handle and play
with each other's protrusions. The faraway Six noted
with interest that these organs were fairly similar to
what one or another of them extended, for the others to
enjoy, during fruiting.
As they kissed, and he fondled, she manipulated his he-
woo with increasing firmness, stroking him from he-two
to tip. A drip of moisture came into her palm, and her
dry strokes became juicy caresses as their tongues
lashed and swirled together. He began to pant and
groan, and his he-two drew up and swelled. At last a
sweet thrill swept over his body, and a different fluid
rushed up and squirted out all over her hands. He
recalled certain dreams when the same jetting and
outpouring had awakened him.
They stepped further into the waves, and let the water
rinse away the stickiness. Dora said that when he was
erupting, she, too, had flowed with a new juice from
her hairy chink. He wanted to see, so they went up on
the warm sand. Dora lay back and spread her legs and
parted her lower lips. Now they had some new things to
name. They settled for 'she-oh' for the whole region
below her maiden mound. There were 'low-lips', and 'in-
lips'. She showed him a hood that could be drawn back,
disclosing a small bud that reminded him of his knob
when he was a small boy. They named this rosy nubbin
'she-tip'. She winced at its sensitivity as he touched
it.
Then, down at the bottom of she-oh, he found the dark
red entrance to a to a lower mouth. A thin runnel of
clear maiden-sap was flowing, covering the region with
a slippery film. Dora boldly showed him how she could
dampen some fingers in the flow, and then insert them
into her tunnel, which they now called 'she-in'. She
was thrilled when he followed her example, moistening
his fingers with her juice and gliding two of them into
the stretched cavity of her she-in.
She was scarcely aware, due to the swift intervention
of Treen of the Six, of the rending of a veil just
inside she-in. But as Dorian's fingers went deep into
the tube, his thumb engaged she-tip. Dora gave a small
jump and a yip. She writhed and clutched Dorian, her
hand at the back of his neck, urging his face to her,
so they could kiss deeply once more. His thumb below
and his tongue above made Dora pant and heave, moaning
her excitement as her passion rose to an overwhelming
peak of thrilling lust.
The distant Six relished every spasm and throb as the
virgin climax engaged her entire being. It slowly died
away, and Dora sighed and slumped in his fervent
embrace.
They rinsed the sand from their bodies, and, while
drying, they wandered back to the food grove and
slacked their hunger, sharing the tastiest bits. There
was a bed of soft grass nearby, and they lazily
reclined and began a leisurely exploration of each
other's body differences. Dora took possession of he-
woo and handled it until it swelled in her gentle
grasp. She uncovered the skin at the tip, exposing the
tense crimson head. A series of droplets emerged from
his tip-slit. She shifted until she could touch the
clear liquid with her tongue. Dorian shuddered and
lunged, driving he-woo into her mouth. Dora was
enchanted by the feel and taste of him, and slurped
happily, working her lips up and down his rigid shaft.
He held back as long as possible to enjoy the licking
and the sucking, but finally was driven to the pinnacle
of his passion's peak. He erupted, flooding her
astonished mouth with his seed-juice.
Dora brought his hand to her she-oh, and he dabbled his
fingers in the flow from there. He brought them to his
mouth to taste of her. It was so inviting that he
stooped and spread her thighs with his face. He began a
thorough exploration of her entire she-oh with the tip
of his tongue. He lapped the lips and twirled the she-
tip. He thrust into the depths of she-in. He licked up
and relished her flow of girl-juice. As he mumbled she-
tip between his lips, she clutched his head to
intensify the stimulation there. She climbed rapidly to
the height of her lust. She writhed and panted and
uttered small screams and clutched him in the intensity
of her orgasm.
They enjoyed the subsidence of passion in a tender
embrace, drifting off to restful naps. They wakened to
the wane of their sun, and to a growing hunger. On the
way to the food place, they detoured to visit the
vortex in the stream. She held he-woo during his gush
until the splashing made her squat swiftly. Then they
hurried to the waterfall for a refreshing sluice and an
energetic tussle. Laughing and playing, the pair
lounged on a grassy knoll. The heightened glow from
above, and breeze from an invisible nozzle, dried them.
They wiped the last droplets from each other with tufts
of dry grass.
Returning to the nest where they had last indulged
their passion, they detoured to the feeding grove to
snatch some succulent fruit. Sprawling on the springy
turf, Dora and Dorian fed each other bites of crisp
apple, and popped grapes in each other's mouths. Sated,
they kissed and licked away the juice from each other's
lips. The kisses gained in voltage until internal
juices started to flow from he-woo and she-oh. Dorian
was lying over her, and shifted down slightly. She
opened her legs and made an inviting saddle for him.
The distant Six sensed that a cusp was nearing. They
withdrew all tenuous compulsion and attended with
heightened interest as innate instinct took over.
A primitive urge gripped Dorian. His rigid rod entered
the welcoming depths of Dora's yearning she-in. Two
young bodies surged and drove together, sending he-woo
plunging in and out of the slick envelopment of she-oh.
She-tip was rubbed along the thrilling length of his
poking protrusion. The Six watched and followed the
rising excitement, remembering the similar passionate
fulfillment of a phase of their hexagonal mating.
Fivee, an acknowledged expert at micro-manipulation,
had ensured that a Dora-egg was gathered and impelled
down an internal canal. Now they awaited the
culmination of the excitement of the pair. All Six
prepared to savor every last spasm and throb, as first
Dorian then Dora peaked into maximum orgasms. He-woo
spurted a seed-swarm into she-in's receptive end-
pocket. The mates sank into languorous satisfaction.
Fivee was barely able to refrain from assisting the
urgent ascent of the wriggler-swarm up Dora's tube. All
Six heaved sighs of relief as the winning spermatozoon
penetrated and merged, completing the egg.
The rest of the Six beamed a question at Fivee. How
long would the nurturing take, and when would the new
entity emerge to start breathing the poisonous Terran
gases? Fivee paused to consider, and then answered,
"Ten phase-changes of their Luna, or a little more than
three quarters of Terra's orbit around Sol."
"So long!" marvelled Treen. "One would think that such
frantic activity at the conjunction might result in a
speedier development of the offspring. But on the other
hand, we Six are still nourishing our Two, who are not
yet independent. While we must be joined until Sven and
Eet can emerge, might it not be good to observe Dora
while she fruits? I mean from a closer vantage point."
The Six joined purposeful thought for a flash, then
acted equally as fast. The local zone enclosing the
Garden of the Terra-two was moved up and away. It
crossed the starry spaces between the observed and the
observers.
The destination of the Eden-globe was the local zoo of
the Sixers. Dorian and Dora, unaware, continued their
idyllic life. They frequently clung to merge protrusion
and receptor, while she budded and burgeoned. This was
a great curiosity to the Six-sex-ers, who only mingled
body parts during the fruiting, and not during the
looser union when the Two were being nurtured.
In due course, little Edward was born, and grew, under
close scrutiny from without the Barrier. The Six were
amazed as Dora nursed the child from her she-twos. They
did not use such temporary fluid during their nurture
phase.
The artificial Eden cycled on. More additions to the
little family were charted by the zoo officials.
Distant Sol whirled his planets in many cycles, and the
new Terrans came to maturity, one by one. Matings
occurred between the young, and also between the two
generations. The increasing population crowded the
Eden. The zoo officials had to enlarge Paradise. The
Six and the new Two followed this growth with interest
as originating sponsors.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.
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