Chirping, babbling and crackling gently tickled the brain of the sleeper. When the sleeper awoke, he heard a languid, insinuating voice — a strip of the ship’s brain:

“We're on the way, Captain!” After three periods of time we will load into the atmosphere of the planet.

- What the hell are the segments? Speak a little stripy, ”the striptonian snapped.

“In short, three hours in the Nashen way,” the little brain-loudly laughed.

- Stop the car! Give off the moorings! - gave the order to the captain. - First, acquaint me with the situation, we will conduct a reconnaissance, find the objects, if any. And then we bring a transgender telekinetic mirage on them.

“We don't have enough energy,” the digitized maiden pityed.

- And what is enough? - Scratching the selection with the upper left hand inquired about the intelligence officer of the unexplored Worlds.

Lower right, he grabbed his left member and began to please himself.

- I'm still doing it! - sarcastically sang mozoglyuchka.

- Black hole in your ass! - the man roughly swore, - speak already: who, what why and why and how much.

- The planet is called Earth. What does soil or soil mean in the language of one territorial-administrative sector? The number of individuals on Earth is within eight billion. They are divided into two sexes. One sex fertilizer, the other fertilized. Both are suitable for incubation. But there are only six suitable individuals that I isolate. One fertilized lives in the territory of the country in whose language the planet bears this name. The other ...

- STOP! - the reconnaissance computer brain stopped the vigilance, - show it to me.

Before the researcher appeared volumetric figure dugout. It slowly rotated around its axis.

- Well, ugly! - the striptonian was upset, - do they all have two arms and two legs?

“Everyone,” said the voice sadly, “two eyes, two ears ...”

- I'm not blind! - interrupted her fertilizer, - are there two vaginas too? Undress her and show her.

“One thing,” readily converting the image and enlarging all the visible holes for comfortable contemplation, said cyber brain.

- And what's that? - poking into the hole behind the object, the man asked.

- Ass.

“I see that asshole,” the man got angry, “but what about her?”

- There's anus - anal hole.

- I know, damn it! - he swore in zemlyanski. His brain was already stuffed with foreign words - can you fuck there?

- Sure! Earthlings fuck. But from this the offspring does not appear.

- So they regulate population growth? - the researcher became interested.

- Debil, yes? - zyamlyanski cursed brainworm, - they just like it.

Dumbist, that was the name of the spaceman, was very excited by such conversations. His other hand spontaneously touched another member and began gently stroking the head.

- I'm still doing it! - again started singing the ship's processor.

- So that you have all cryogenic tubes burned! - angry Dumbist, - will you give me a jerk or not? !!

- Well, go and drochi, just not here. My eyes would not see you, he is a double-tailed masturbator! - the owner of serviceable cryogenic tubes swore.

As long as my hero goes crazy, and his ship’s computer is engaged in in-depth explorations of the planet, I’ll move on to a short description of someone else’s dugout.

The dugout was called Natasha. Creating an incomplete twenty-four years old, was too complex. Her egg has never in her life ever come to know the joy of contact with sperm ...

***

The girl's name was Natalia. For friends Natasha, Nat or Tasha. Tasha didn’t work with the guys. In her twenty-four years, she has not yet known the joys and delights of sex. She considered herself rather old. Years left irrevocably, and the prince never appeared on the horizon. Having scored on princes, the girl of no-brainer wanted to get acquainted with ordinary guys of her own age or a little older.She was not against those who are a little younger. Indulging in exquisite masturbation with the help of a shower, a faulty cell phone, which, when turned on, issued continuous vibrations, but refused to call anywhere, she represented a variety of men: thin and pumped up, hairy and not high. With huge members and not very much. In her dreams, they took her by force or gently humored her on the couch, in the forest, on the river, in the toilet of the turbojet airliner, carrying her to Rio Grande del Mort.

But dreams have not come true yet. Men, boys and just MCH shunned, shied away, fled far away from too clever pretentious girl who, during his first acquaintance, fucked their brains, questioning how he relates to the instep paintings, and whether MCH has a urticaria from listening to Chikin-Chuck waltz. They did not have. They did not relate, were not attracted, were not noticed. “Run! Rather, run! ”, - an inconsolable thought bore into their minds. And they fled. Jumping, galloping or just quick steps. And Nata indulged in impetuous sobs in her one-room apartment in one of the sleeping areas, the city of L-ska. Then she had sex with herself and went to eat badly roasted sausages harmful to health in the dough, commonly referred to as "hot dog legs."

But one day everything changed. Everything has changed once. Natuska rode in a trolley bus to the present duty station. She looked at the tear-off ticket with interest. On the ticket was advertising. erotic stories She said screaming letters: "We will fulfill all your erotic dreams! For only $ 99. " The money was not big and the girl left the vehicle before reaching three stops before her work. Before her eyes spread across the breadth and power of a huge building of glass, plastic and concrete. Perverted letters appeared on his pediment, promising for only 99 bucks, to send you to another world ... Where pleasure, joy and pleasure from sex or love awaited you.

- you assigned? - blinked doll eyelashes blonde blonde.

- Nooo ..., - Natasha was upset, - I am with you for the first time.

- Ah! How lovely! - the worker was delighted.

She stepped out from behind the bar, pulled the client by the shoulders, and happily chirped:

- I spend you. And do not dare to argue! I am sure you will like it here. The chief will show everything himself and tell, dropping his playful handle lower back and, as it were, inadvertently stroking Nata's elastic ass, pushing the shocked client to the elevator doors, said the woman.

Pressing the button of the one hundred and fifty-eighth floor, she confided to Natuska that she liked women. And if a girl doesn’t mind having fun with her, then during off-hours, she agrees and is completely free. Nat did not agree, explaining to a talkative woman that she was strictly heterosexual, but did not rush to escape from a strange office. Everything here was saturated with the smell of carnal revelations. She felt with all the fibers of her soul that unearthly pleasures shine upon her.

So it turned out. In the spacious office of the chef, the size of a small basketball field, in the very center stood a five-meter table, on which was a sign with an inscription made of gold embossing: "CHEF". Behind the table hung a huge alien portrait, made with photographic accuracy. The four-armed and four-legged creature with four eyes seemed to be looking attentively at the visitor. Radiant mind and undisguised sexuality shone in all his eyes. Tasha admired the picture, completely forgetting about the chef. At first, the stranger seemed to her disgusting, but as time went on, the girl was warmly below, her head was beginning to spin. She imagined that the alien there, hidden under the covers of unearthly clothing, had two members. "And maybe four?" - thought the girl, thirsting for sex in all its manifestations.

“Does she see me?” A voice sounded on the verge of the girl’s subconscious.

“No, only the display of secondary reality. But she wants and desires you, Commander ....