Ohn

Ohn
by jjcole©

Clara sat in the gloom in the kitchen of her lake cabin. The sun had set without her. Soon no sunsets would have her adoring gaze. She was terminally ill.

Breast cancer had spread throughout her body. She had known that her doctor's hopeful recital of her treatment options was ultimately going to be futile. Her denial stage had passed quickly. The lump still in her breast had told her she waited too long.

There was never any anger. As she reviewed her life she realized she had wasted it in pursuit of a career.

She had amassed a considerable amount of money so she had convinced herself that she was happy. A corporate attorney, she focused her life on climbing the corporate ladder which she did rapidly, until hitting an invisible ceiling.

She had refused to acknowledge its presence too.

Funny, after she resigned her law firm had seen her worth and tried to lure her back by offering her the position she had already earned and yet had been bypassed.
She had never told them of her illness.

Clara had drifted away from the family that loved her. She had decided not to tell them of her illness either. She had decided to spare her mother and sisters the burden of watching her die.

Her personal life had been reduced to quick, short-lived affairs with co-workers and clients, male and female. Her trips home to Felicity to bask in the love of her family had become rare.

The only thing she had ever done for herself was to buy the cabin by the lake. Once a month she went there to decompress. Over the last six months she had been there every weekend.
Now, at the age of thirty-three, she was there to die.

She sat in a chair in her kitchen allowing the gloom to engulf her, mentally and physically. She had not moved for hours.

Suddenly there was movement behind her. Her eyes had been accustomed to the dark and she saw a form moving past her left shoulder. Her anger surged. She sprang at the form violently. Something went clattering to the floor after she delivered her first blow. The form had apparently not seen her sitting in the dark and was caught by surprise.

Clara had been a fitness nut, spending long hours at the gym. It was in fact her noticeable lack of stamina that led to her first complete physical exam in her life less than a year before. Her anger had returned some of her quickness and strength. She pummeled the creature with swift blows and soon the form was on the floor.

Somewhere in her mind an observation formed that the battle had been won too easily. Her intruder was weak and small. Her foe had not defended itself.

Clara picked up a metal stool intending to crush the intruder's skull when a ray of moonlight penetrated the kitchen and she saw her adversary clearly.

It was not human.

It was not of Earth.

It had impossibly large almond shaped eyes on a somewhat triangular head, a mouth with no lips, a completely hairless very pale skin. The alien did not appear formidable and in fact was barely the same size as the diminutive Clara herself.

There was "humanity" there.

Its face stopped Clara's final blow. She had just seen that same face that morning in her hospital room mirror. It was the infinitely sad face of someone waiting for death.

Clara threw the stool across the room and sat on the chair she had occupied for hours. Adrenalin was withdrawn from her blood stream and she began to tremble, a flood of tears came. For the first time since her diagnosis she cried.

The alien on the floor blinked its eyes in confusion, not daring to move, in obvious pain.

Clara took a closer look at it as her tears subsided Somehow Clara came to the conclusion that it was female. She seemed to still be awaiting her fate.

A small movement outside the kitchen caught her eye. It was a small alien, its eyes wide in panic.

"Great," Clara thought, "I almost killed somebody's mother."

Her tears returned as she tried to convince the little one that she was not a danger to him.

Eventually she rose from her seat with a sad sigh and gently picked up the alien. Using all her strength Clara led her to the living room couch. She motioned the small one to come in and sit with his mother. She returned to the kitchen and prepared a bag of ice for the alien. Her eye caught sight of the object that had clattered to the floor when she first struck the creature. It was one of her coffee mugs. She picked it up and smelled it. It had the aroma of chicken broth.

She began to put a possible scenario together. The two are stranded nearby. Clara had very set and precise habits which included arriving at the cabin around nine on Friday nights and leaving by two in the afternoon on Sundays or Mondays. It was Wednesday night. No one would expect her to be there. She had not turned on a light, she had not moved from the kitchen chair. She had upset the alien's timing.

She searched the pantry for cans of chicken broth. She bought them by the case at the wholesale mega giant. It had been her primary form of nourishment for weeks.

Opening a large can she poured broth into a mug and some into a small cup. She warmed them up just a bit and carried them to the living room along with the ice bag.

The alien had not moved from the couch but the small one was now sitting at the end of the sofa. Clara was hurt to see the fear in its eyes.

Fear turned to surprise when she handed it the small cup of broth. Clara watched as what appeared to be a combination tongue/tentacle/straw was lowered into the broth and immediately lowered the level of liquid in the cup.

"Fascinating" she thought, using Mr. Spock's voice in her head.

Clara turned her attention to the mother and looked for buttons or a zipper on her tunic.

She could not find a way to open it. The alien sensed what Clara wanted and pressed a spot on the hem of her tunic, which opened seemingly on its own power. The first thing Clara noticed was the presence of tits, somewhat smaller than her own and apparently without nipples.

The second thing she noted were the glowing red areas, the places where her blows had landed. She took the bag of ice and gently rubbed the bruises with it. The alien flinched but otherwise made no move. It did not take Clara long to see that her first aid was doing some good. The red marks became less angry and eventually settled into a pale pink.

Clara put the ice away and helped the alien sit up on the couch. She placed a mug of broth into her hands. Clara turned to look at the small one and noticed he had drained his cup. Clara got up and took the cup from him as she gave it a reassuring smile while softly caressing his cheek. She went to the kitchen and refilled the cup. When she returned she saw that his mother had drained hers.

They were obviously very hungry, yet she had not missed any cans of broth. They must have been rationing themselves just so she would not. She took the mug and refilled it for her.

A few minutes later Clara re-inspected the alien mom's bruises and saw that the pink areas were slowly fading into her normal milky white color. One of her bruises was just past a breast and as Clara leaned over to inspect the area for discoloration her hand accidentally covered the soft mound. The alien squirmed a bit and Clara quickly removed her hand. The breast now had a small nipple.

Clara gave the alien an apologetic smile. The alien's eyes smiled back. There may have been a touch of wistfulness in her expression.

Clara sat in her recliner and watched her guest use her strange oral appendage to sip her second mug of broth. She guessed that with a mouth that was just a slit their food needed to be liquid or small enough to swallow whole. She assumed there were no teeth, as there did not appear to be a lower jaw.

Their eyes were amazingly expressive. The emotions that she picked up from the two were solely from their eyes. There did not seem to be any facial muscles except around the orbs.

Their lack of hair did not register as odd in Clara's mind. It had been months since her own body had any hair at all.

The alien's tunic was still open and Clara found herself gazing at the breasts. The nipple her accidental caress brought from hiding was still visible and there now seemed to be a small bump where the other nipple should be.

Clara wondered how they came to be stranded, where they were from.

Their hunger told Clara that they must have run out of their own food a long time ago. She wondered if they had been marooned for years.

Lastly she wondered how long since the alien last had sex.

Her own last sex had been with the tall blonde that lived in the cabin opposite the lake from hers, nearly a year ago. Clara suspected her guest had gone much longer.

She felt movement and noticed that the little one had crawled onto the recliner with her and was almost immediately asleep.

Just like a c***d. His terror of her had morphed into a feeling of safety by food and a gentle caress.

The long day, the stress of the evening, her failing body all conspired against Clara. She was falling asleep. Clara propped the legs of the recliner up, hugged the youngster to her and kissed his head. His mother's eyes registered pleased surprise as Clara fell into a deep sleep.

When Clara awoke the next morning her only thoughts centered on beating back the pain in her body. She staggered into her bedroom and opened her still packed suitcase. She found her green and pink pills and swallowed them quickly. She removed her clothing and went to her shower to wait for the pills to take effect. By the time she left the shower she felt like she could function around the pain. By the time she sat on her rocking chair on the back porch, nude but for her baseball cap, she felt as good as she would ever get. Her coffee, her view of the pretty little lake from her porch, the soft breeze all allowed her to ease back into near normalcy. That was when she recalled her vivid dream about aliens.

She smiled at herself when she realized that she missed the fantasy aliens. "Maybe in my next dream I could have sex with the mom", she thought to herself as she idly caressed her pussy.

Her mind slipped into a reverie of her nearest neighbor across the lake, Fiona. They had made love several times in the seven years she had owned her cabin. It started on a morning just like this one. She was then as now, naked and playing with her pussy. The sun reflected a glint from the porch of the cabin at the other end of the small lake. Clara always had binoculars by her side for viewing the abundant wildlife in the area. When she trained them on the source of the glint she was surprised to see a stunning blonde, equally naked, also playing with her pussy. She had her own binoculars trained on her.

The woman paused to wave at Clara. Clara paused to wave at the woman. They watched each other masturbate. The woman had her cum first, apparently she had been watching Clara for a while and was closer. Clara kept her binoculars trained on the blonde until she had her own cum. Clara knew that the blonde understood that being watched greatly enhances the experience.

Her occasional lover would not be at her cabin now. It was early October and she would be back home in England.

Clara's pussy was trying hard to push past the effects of the medication. Her fingers tried to bring her clit to life.

A sudden sharp pain shot through the knuckles of her hand causing her to yelp and stop all her motion. She looked at her hand and noticed swelling and discoloration on her knuckles. She looked at her other hand and saw discoloration there too.

The skin on the back of her neck crawled. She bolted up way too fast and had to fight a wave of nausea on her way to the kitchen. As she stood and surveyed the scene within she initially saw nothing out of place. The metal stool was upright; there were no cups in the sink, just one on the drain board.

Again her skin tingled with its own life. There should not have been any cups on the drain board. She had just arrived yesterday and she had no food or drink after she arrived.

"Was the mug in which I poured my coffee on the drain board when I picked it up?" she wondered.

A mixture of dread and hope led Clara to the trash bin. The only thing in it was a large can of chicken broth.

Clara felt faint. She returned to the porch and sat in her rocker, her mind in such turmoil that she had a difficult time keeping a coherent thought. She forced herself to relax. She took a sip of her now cold coffee and noted that there was a small chip broken off the base of the mug.

Now she knew, it had not been a dream.

Somewhere around her she had new neighbors.

The first option she discarded was notifying the authorities. Her two guests would quickly be at the center of a zoo. She would not wish that on them, assuming anyone believed her in the first place.

Her second option, protecting them indefinitely, was also out of the question. Her time was short.

The only thing left was to work on getting them rescued. She was dressed with her car keys in her hand before she realized she had given herself a mission. She bypassed the nearest small town and drove out to the big city. As she drove she used her cell phone to sign up for satellite TV with Internet connections. At the megamart she loaded her basket with cases of broth and cream soups. She bought an iMac with the Pentium chip.

At the electronics store she bought a HAM radio, a large antenna and every gadget for transmitting and receiving signals she could find.

She was exhausted when she returned to the cabin. She placed two brand new mugs on the table with a pot full of chicken broth sitting on a small warmer. She set out every gadget she had purchased at the electronics store on the counter; it included a set of tools. She turned off every light except the stove light and went to bed. She had hoped to be back up in time to visit with them but there was no chance. She slept until she was awakened by pain the following morning.

It was not a good day for her physically. The pain was just under unbearable all day. She did notice that the broth was gone and the pot was clean and on the drain board. The large mug she had bought for the mom was also on the drain board. The one she bought for the little one was not to be found. He apparently liked it. It had a photo of Daffy Duck as Duck Dodgers.

Most interesting, however, was that about a third of the electronic gadgets and the set of tools were gone.

Clara found the next few days exhausting even though she did very little physically. She did manage to stay awake long enough each evening to share a broth meal with her alien guests. Clara could not communicate with them or they with she, even though she saw the mother and c***d communicate with each other somehow.

She became fond of them, grateful for their company. She continued to refill their mugs during dinner until the mother declined. The c***d never stopped eating until his mother apparently told him he was done. Clara decided he must be a boy.

When he arrived on Tuesday morning Clara paid the satellite dish installer extra to hook up every device and mount every antenna. She could now communicate with the world and could hope that her friends could find a way to communicate with theirs.

Her body continued its betrayal and at the end of the day Clara had just enough energy to sit in her rocker and watch the sunset.

As the stars appeared Clara saw her aliens "walk on water" towards her porch. It had taken Clara three days of seeing the spectacle to realize that they were walking on a transparent platform an inch or so above the water level. She surmised their ship was under the lake waters.

Seeing them lifted Clara's spirits and she joined them for dinner. After eating Clara felt better and led the boy to the TV. After a very quick lesson on how to use the remote the small one was happily clicking through channels like every other male in the universe.

While he was thus occupied Clara led the mom to the computer.

She googled star charts and soon found one that displayed the stars by location of viewer and the day of the year. She input that days date and time. She adjusted the chart so it showed viewing southwest.

She led the alien to the porch and pointed at the sky, then showed her that the computer had the same image.

Clara then asked the question she had most wanted to ask. In a series of gestures she asked the mom where her home was. Her expression told Clara that it was not in the October field. She clicked on November with no change of expression. She went month by month until her new friend's agitation stopped her on the month of March. The alien pointed at a small yellow-orange star in the constellation identified as c*** Berenices. Clara had never heard of it.

Clara needed to think clearly so she vacated the desk chair and invited her companion to sit at the computer. As she watched her experiment with the mouse and the keyboard Clara sat in the recliner and mulled over her new information.

She realized that she would not get to see them go home. Assuming that they could figure out a way to signal for help they had to wait until March to send the signal. She would not live that long. Clara had come to the cabin hoping to just make it through Christmas. She had even contracted for a visiting nurse to check on her after Thanksgiving.

The problem would have to wait for tomorrow. Her body and mind were shutting down for the day. She went to the little one and kissed his head as she hugged him. He hugged her back.

She walked behind the desk chair and leaned over her alien friend and kissed her head as she caressed her shoulders. Clara felt the alien caress her hands. She went to bed.

The next morning was a bit better for Clara and by the time she finished her shower her pills were working well. She walked out of her bedroom naked as usual to have get her coffee and enjoy her porch. As she moved to the kitchen two things entered her awareness. The TV was still on and it was a dark cloudy day.

On her way to the porch she saw her alien companion was still at the computer. The little one was still clicking through channels. When he saw Clara the little one ran to her for a hug. His mother turned and saw her and walked to her for a hug too. Neither took note of her nudity.

The mom accompanied her to the porch. Clara shivered when the cold wind hit her. Autumn's first cold front had arrived. She turned and walked back into the cabin. Clara pulled a throw blanked out of a cedar chest, wrapped it around her shoulders and sat in the recliner to drink her coffee. Her guest shadowed her every move and even refilled her coffee mug for her.

She went back to the computer and Clara immediately noticed that overnight she had become proficient in its use. She was glad that she had left it on the Apple OS. She was soon printing something.

Clara expected that she would be printing a star calendar or specs for communications equipment. What was printed was a letter to her.

It read, "I am Ohn. My c***d is Ohnling. We are friends. We love you. We thank you for lives. Our family knows we on this planet but not where. Power to navigation and communication gone. Ship will fly but we cannot tell it where to go.

I place sign in Internet will be seen by monitors.

What name you problem"

Clara was relived that she would not need to live through March.

She was surprised by the sadness she felt at the realization that they would soon be gone. She was not surprised that her alien had some knowledge of the written English language.

It took her a minute to realize that the last line on her note was a question. Clara walked over to the computer and googled "breast cancer terminal," the first time she had ever referred to her condition as such, and then returned to her recliner. Ohn stayed at the computer for about an hour. Clara saw her go through a dizzying array of medical sites that illustrated the physiology and the biochemistry of her illness.

She dozed for a while then took a short trip to the bathroom. As she returned to her recliner Ohn intercepted her and gently began to feel her breasts. Clara directed her hand to the lump in her right breast. Ohn felt around it until a look of what appeared to be irritation showed in her eyes.

She made to return back to the computer but stopped and helped Clara into her recliner. Her eyes told Clara that the irritation she saw was not with her. She pressed her cheek against Clara's cheek, her hand cupped Clara's healthy breast. Clara felt sounds being transmitted to her head.

Clara realized that he aliens talked but at a frequency humans could not hear.

As soon as Clara was settled Ohn returned to the computer.

Some important piece of information fought to make itself heard in Clara's brain but could not make headway through the numbness of her mind. It went dormant.

Clara dozed and when Ohn stirred her awake she found a mug of warm chicken broth by her chair. She saw an empty Duck Dodgers cup next to a sleeping Ohnling.

Ohn was sitting on the sofa by her sleeping c***d, drinking her broth and looking at Clara with concern. A storm raged outside.

Clara smiled at Ohn and drank her broth. Her breasts were exposed and she saw Ohn study them. Clara wished she felt well enough to invite Ohn to play with them.

She did manage to finish her broth and as soon as she did she went to the computer to compose a note for Ohn. She was so tired every step had to be forced.

She handed the note to her as she went on to bed.

It read, "I am Clara.

I am happy to know you.

I am sorry I hit you. I never hurt friends.

I am glad you will be able to go home soon. I will miss you.

I am sorry I do not feel well enough to make love to you.

You are beautiful.

It took Ohn a few minutes to assimilate the information on the note. She had to ask the computer about making love and was completely taken aback by the tidal wave of porn sites. She eventually stumbled onto a site on women in love and it clicked in her mind.

A female attending another female's needs was a popular and accepted practice among her kind.

Being referred to as beautiful puzzled her. She had some understanding of the term as used on Earth but it was not a term used at her home. People and things may be pleasant or useful but the concept of beautiful was not something she could grasp.

One click led her to a phrase that put it in perspective.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

It was not important whether Ohn thought she was beautiful. She was important to Clara and Clara's eyes saw her as beautiful.

Ohn looked at her sleeping c***d and saw immediately that he was beautiful. She knew without looking that Clara was too.

Ohn secured the cabin and turned off all the lights and the television as if it was her own home. She opened the cedar chest and pulled out two blankets, covered her c***d with one and herself with the other. She had missed two sleep cycles and was very much ready for one now. She allowed her body to slip into a rest.

The following morning Clara barely made it from the bed to the recliner. Ohn fixed her coffee and her broth. The recliner was big enough for Ohnling to sit next to her without crowding her. He spent a major part of the day there.

She thought she saw a spat between mother and c***d. He apparently wanted her to do something and she was resisting.

Clara wondered why she could not stay awake.

The storm had abated but it was obviously a gloomy day. She spent the entire day at the recliner watching Ohn at the computer and holding the little one as he flipped through TV channels.

The following morning Clara felt rather well even if a bit tired. She toyed with the idea of skipping her pills but decided to take them anyway. She thought that she had just awakened before her pain did and wanted to keep it at bay today.

She could not find her medications. A rough search for them yielded no results but she felt so good that she gave up quickly.

As she poured her coffee she saw a small glass containing a clear liquid. The word "drink" was on a paper next to it.

"Ohn fixed me an alien breakfast," thought Clara.

She drank it in one swallow and quickly felt what was likely a sugar rush.

"Wow, potent stuff" thought Clara. "Breakfast of champions."

She was soon on her porch wearing her flannel pajamas and cap, drinking her coffee. It was a brilliantly beautiful morning and Clara smiled to herself. She felt better than she had in months. She wished she had company. She wished she had Ohn's breast in her mouth.

That last thought made Clara chuckle. "There is probably an intergalactic rule against that," she said to herself. After some consideration she decided that being horny was a good sign.

She returned to the kitchen and for the first time in days felt hunger. She wanted something solid to chew on. In the freezer she found a package of frozen mini waffles. She stopped after eating two out of respect for her tummy. I had been a while since it had something solid to work on.

The computer was on and Clara woke it as she walked by. She looked at the time display and was about to resume her journey out to the porch when her mind detected an anomaly. She looked at the time display again and saw it said Sunday. She had gone to bed Wednesday night. Either the computer had a glitch or she had slept through three days.

She returned to her rocking chair on the porch and searched her mind. She remembered printing a note for Ohn and was quickly embarrassed by what she had written.

She remembered going to the bedroom and attempt to get in bed.

She had failed.

She had in fact slid to the floor clinging to her bed covers.

A flash image of her on the floor crossed her mind.

A memory flash of Ohn and the little one looking at her, their eyes full of panic followed.


She was made to drink something often. She was sure it was the same stuff she drank that morning, the alien "breakfast" drink.

She remembered the little one cuddled with her in bed. Ohn had slept with her too

Clara understood. She had been at the brink of death.

They had pulled her back.

Tears ran down her cheek in love and gratitude for her alien friends. She inspected the surface of the lake for a sign of a ship but saw nothing. A brief moment of panic engulfed her when it occurred to her that they might be gone. It abated when she convinced herself that they would not leave her without saying goodbye.

Clara wished to make a special dinner for them.

She dressed and drove to town and assaulted the supermarket as if on another mission. When she returned home she made a thin cream soup, then another, then another. She ended up with four soups, two fruit drinks, even a liquefied salad, which she soon discarded in favor of vegetable juice.

Exhausted she took a mid afternoon nap remembering to set her alarm for thirty minutes before sunset. She took a shower after she awoke, marveling at how well she felt.

She wondered how much time Ohn had bought for her. Weeks, months perhaps, she hoped.

Clara decided against getting completely dressed. After all they had seen her naked for several days in a row. She wore her flannel shirt unbuttoned and her slippers. The shirt caressed her suddenly alive nipples as she moved.

Ohn and Ohnling were walking in from the porch door as Clara left her bedroom. The little one rushed to her and Clara surprised herself by having the strength to pick him up and hug him tightly. She plopped him down on his usual chair in front of the TV and as soon as he was occupied clicking through channels Clara took Ohm's hand a led her into the kitchen.

Her plan was to do it later but Clara found her need too great. She fumbled around the hem of Ohm's tunic until it released. She opened the garment and embraced her, breast to breast. Clara could feel Ohm's nipples growing against her own. They put their cheeks against each other. Clara told Ohm, "Thanks. I love you."

They held their embrace until the little one joined them in the kitchen. He was amazed to see seven cups arranged at his place on the table as there were on his mother's and Clara's places. They sat for dinner. Neither woman bothered to close their garment.

The hit of the dinner was the chicken soup as Clara had expected. Clara had put her best effort into that one and it was the only one she had bothered to write down. She was happy she had made an extra large batch of it. She had used many ingredients with the soup, ran them through a food processor then strained theirs. She kept hers a bit chunky. She would later learn that straining theirs was an unnecessary step.

She wondered if their world had chickens, or something that tasted like chicken. Then she thought, “Everything tastes like chicken.”
It was the first thought that had made her giggle in nearly a year.

After their liquid feast Ohm helped Clara clear the kitchen while Ohnling went back to the TV.

When they finished Clara took Ohn's hand and led her to her bed.

Soon Ohn lay naked on her back caressing the equally naked Clara as her hostess kissed her way to her breasts. Ohn’s nipples had nearly disappeared during dinner but were stiffly jutting out by the time they got in bed.

Clara noticed and was happy to see that Ohn wanted this too.

Ohn's tits felt strange yet familiar to Clara's face, lips and tongue. The breasts were softer than human yet retained their shape. The nipples had their own, very pleasant taste. The skin itself was smoother.

Clara was wondering if aliens had orgasms and if they did would she be able to tell. Almost immediately Ohn answered the questions with a resounding yes. Her body undulated from head to toe as she held Clara tightly to her breast.

The little one rushed into the room and checked on his mother. Clara felt his mother say something to him.

Ohnling eyes displayed a shy, embarrassed smile as he retreated to the den. Apparently Ohn was loud when she was cumming.

Clara had not seen a sexual organ between Ohn's legs but by habit she slid her hand down and caressed the area. Something began to form under her hand and Clara soon had a pussy into which she could insert a finger. Ohn had another orgasm. Clara began to kiss her way to the newly arrived pussy. Ohn seemed reluctant to allow it but was powerless to slow Clara's descent.

What Clara saw looked like a small pussy but tasted like alien tit. There was even a nice clit to suck on so Clara did just that. The clit grew and grew until she found herself sucking on a small dick. Although surprised by the development she never stopped sucking it. Her aim was to provide pleasure to Ohn and she was obviously doing that.

This time Ohn's cum was more subdued, her undulations were soft and gentle. The orgasm seemed to have been centered on her clit/dick in contrast with the others that traveled throughout Ohn's body. There had been no ejaculation.

Ohn pulled her up.

Clara kissed her way up and as she kissed Ohn on the cheek she got one more surprise. Ohn's mouth appendage came out and gently pressed against her cheek. Clara kissed her mouth and the appendage gave her the most amazing French kiss in the history of mankind. Clara nearly had an orgasm just from the kiss.

Ohn worked her way down Clara's body, her amazing oral appendage bringing pleasure to every inch of skin in its path. When Ohn arrived at Clara's tits her orgasms became continuous. Even the bad tit loved the treatment that amazing instrument in Ohn's mouth was bestowing. Clara saw her nipples become completely surrounded by the appendage and pulled into the small mouth. She wondered if she was going to get them back.

Clara soon felt Ohn moving downward. She felt her appendage grip her clit and lost complete control. Her cum was monumental. She could hear her groans echo off the walls. When she was nearly done with that orgasm Ohn released the clit and slid the appendage into Clara's pussy. Somewhere deep inside her cunt the appendage found a never before touched G spot. Her cum resumed at full force.

She had to push Ohn away. Death by orgasm is the preferred method of death throughout the universe but Clara wanted to tempt fate many more times before succumbing.

Ohn had one more surprise for Clara. As she kissed her way up her human lovers body her little cock penetrated Clara's pussy.

Clara had not had a cock or a dildo in her pussy in over a year. It was tight enough to feel and enjoy the small dick but not bring her to orgasm at that point in time. That was good as far as Clara was concerned she did not think she could handle another one.

Ohn, however, was getting great pleasure from the fuck. When her orgasm hit she held Clara with a surprisingly tight grip. Clara embraced her until Ohn's body relaxed.

Clara fell asleep in Ohn's arms.

She was very surprised to see Ohn still in bed with her the next morning. The sun was out and she knew their eyes were too sensitive for bright light. They would not be able to get back to their ship today.

Clara molded her body around Ohn and kissed her. Her lover stirred then tensed. The sunlight in the room made her pull the covers over her head. Clara chuckled, kissed her again and called her a pussy. She got up and pulled the heavy d****s closed, plunging the room into near darkness. Ohn peeked out from the covers and gave Clara a grateful smile.

Clara went to the den and saw the little one buried under the cushions of the couch. She d****d his blanket over his head and carried him to the bedroom. He did not fully wake up until Clara had him comfortably situated between her and his mother.

The smile he gave them as he snuggled to them could have won the prize for the happiest k** on Earth.

Mother and c***d soon dozed off. Clara got up and after a quick shower went into the kitchen and fixed her coffee. Another small cup with clear liquid sat next to her favorite coffee mug. She drank it with a sense of wonderment and gratitude.

She tested the temperature on her porch before venturing out to her rocking chair. She could feel her face stuck on a permanent smile. She was tired but it was the good "marathon sex tired" as opposed to the "I am going to die soon tired." She again wondered how much extra time she had been given.

She finished her coffee and went back inside for a refill. As she walked by the computer she pressed the space bar to check whether it was off or sleeping. It had been sleeping and she noted that her wallpaper was now a photo of a star field taken by the Hubble S T. She recognized it as c*** Berenices. She saw a yellow-orange star.

Clara's smile faded. She reminded herself that her guests were temporary. They wanted and needed to go home.

"If you love them let them go," flashed in her brain.

"I don't fucking want to." She said out loud.

She knew she would allow them to leave without protest or regret. Whether out of love or just because it was the right thing to do did not matter.

She made herself another cup of coffee and poured two cups of her fruit concoction of the previous day and returned to the bedroom.

They both liked their drinks and it even appeared that the little one had been admonished to slow down.

After the drinks had been finished they settled back in bed, the little one between the women. Clara kissed Ohnling on the cheek. His mother kissed his other cheek. Both then kissed him simultaneously. Clara could feel him giggling.

Ohn licked the little one's cheek sending him into full gale giggles. Clara licked him too and the c***d franticly tried to get away but was trapped by the two women, Clara and Ohn continued to lick his face until he squirmed out from between them and escaped to the foot of the bed.

Clara and Ohn slowly ******d him down the bed while Ohnling tried to contain his giggles. The little one seemed to be pleading for mercy. Clara could almost hear him.

That one dormant thought that had almost died with Clara jumped to the forefront of her mind. They had speech. She had a HAM radio.

She startled the other two as she flew out of bed and ran to the small alcove that contained the unit. She grabbed the manual, ran back to the bedroom and placed it in Ohn's hand. She went back to the computer and searched for tips in using the instrument.

One hour later they had the unit working and Ohn was transmitting at their first chosen frequency. She had calculated that she needed to transmit for one hour out of every eight, day and night. Then they needed to listen.

There were a lot of frequencies and it was going to be a slow process.

They settled into a routine. Clara was made to drink the breakfast potion every two days for the rest of the week, then once after five days, then finally once after 21 days.

Clara bought heavy d****s for her windows and her aliens seldom left the cabin. The alcove with the HAM radio was converted into a bedroom for Ohnling.

They were now a family. After their initial burst of lust Clara and Ohn settled into a comfortable relationship. Some days were mostly driven by sex but for most of them it was love. Ohn had taken to wearing Clara' s flannel pajama tops, unbuttoned, while her hostess wore the bottoms, topless. They each loved the way their respective nipples made love to each other.

They made a game of the race for the pink bunny slippers, which included some silly days when each wore one. They learned to recognize each other's laughter.

The little one was growing quickly. He learned to like eating things other than the chicken soup and he seemed to eat constantly. He was probably 25% bigger than he was the first night Clara saw him.

Ohn had gained a slight pink hue to her skin and perhaps as many as fifteen pounds. She still looked a bit like a somewhat anorexic model only healthier, and prettier Clara thought.

They may have been a lot closer to starvation than she realized.

Clara herself had gained over fifteen pound and had resumed cooking and eating her favorite pasta dishes.

Their faces were pressed cheek to cheek often as they spoke to each other. None of them knew what the sounds meant but somehow they understood each other. Poor Ohnling did his best to escape the tickling tongues of terror and was often sent into fits of giggles when the women just pretended to be stalking him.

The search for an answer from the heavens was six weeks in coming. Ohnling was about to get into his sleeping bag when he heard the first voice in his life that was not his mothers. He ran to the bedroom to tell her the news and in a flash Ohn bolted out of the room. By the time Clara joined them in the alcove she had figured out what had happened.

Happiness and amazement showed brilliantly in their eyes. Some of it was transferred to Clara but to her the bottom line was that she was about to lose her family.

Ohn typed Clara a note on the computer. It read, "Repair group coming. Will be here five planet turns. We happy. We sad."

Clara hugged her and somehow managed to hold back her tears.

Her sadness led her to the kitchen to prepare what would soon be her interstellar famous chicken soup.

"Five days," thought Clara, "That will be Thanksgiving Day, probably making it the most bizarre reason to give thanks in the history of the holiday."

Clara spent the next four days cooking and preserving three cases of her chicken soup for them to take home. Ohn and the little one had become pretty much addicted to the stuff and the store bough variety was left unused.

Clara made one batch of turkey soup for the holiday.

Ohn spent more time at their ship but spent each night in bed with Clara. After midnight they were at the HAM radio engaged in quick conversations with the rescue team.

The night before Thanksgiving Ohnling paused on his TV channel surfing long enough for Ohn to see a weather radar picture. She stopped the little one from changing channels and said something to him that got him immediately excited.

She walked to the screen and pointed out to Clara a small but intense Gulf storm that was moving onto the coast. Ohn wrote on the iMac screen, "they come."

At two AM a storm hit the area with heavy rains and massive cloud-to-cloud lightning. The three were on the back porch watching as the storm raged all around, except over their cabin.

Clara saw a large shimmering object splash gently into the lake about thirty feet from her shore. A few minutes later she saw two figures "walking on water" towards her. As they stepped on her porch Clara decided that they were young men and that they had a somewhat military bearing.

They bowed deeply in Ohn's direction and again at the little one. They in turn nodded their heads in greeting. The young aliens eyes could not conceal their deep happiness and Clara wondered why they had not simply hugged Ohn and Ohnling.

Clara felt Ohn take one hand in hers while the little one took the other. Clara felt like she was being introduced. The two young males bowed to her as they had done to her two guests. Clara nodded in response just as Ohn had done.

All five went into the cabin and the young males went directly to the computer and immediately took it out of its case and became very busy with it. They seemed to be inserting nearly microscopic gadgets into it.

Clara decided that her Christmas morning was now. She went to her closet and brought out two wrapped presents. She gave one to Ohn and gave one to the little one. It appeared at first that they thought the brightly wrapped boxes were the presents themselves. It took a lot of coaxing to get them to tear the paper and open the box.

The little ones box contained a Duck Dodgers figurine, a Duck Dodgers T-shirt and a Marvin the Martian T-shirt. It also held a new mug that portrayed Duck Dodgers, Marvin the Martian, and Porky Pig.

Ohnling had giggled himself to exhaustion watching a cartoon DVD that contained the Duck Dodger adventures among others. She packed that too hoping that he would find a way to play it at home.

Clara's Astros baseball cap was also in the box. The cap was no longer needed; Clara's hair was growing back.

Ohnling hugged Clara tightly and immediately took off his tunic and donned his Duck Dodgers shirt and Astros cap.

He went to parade his new outfit to the two young aliens while Ohn opened her package. Hers had new pink flannel pajamas, as well as the green top she had normally worn. It also contained a pair of pink bunny slippers just like the ones they had raced to possess each morning. A new mug with pictures of hummingbirds, butterflies and flowers was also in the box.

There was also a small folding leather pad. It contained a photo taken by Fiona from across the lake with a new camera that had a large telephoto lens. The photo depicted the lake's expanse, Clara's cabin, and Clara herself sitting naked in her rocking chair, smiling for the distant camera. A note said, "Please do not forget Clara."

Clara learned one more thing about the aliens. They could cry. Ohn hugged Clara and placed her cheek against hers. Clara could feel her saying one thing over and over. Clara answered, "I love you too."

The young men had finished whatever they were doing at the computer and were waiting at the porch. The storm raged on. Clara gestured at them to follow her to the kitchen and gave them a small cup of turkey soup. They were initially reluctant to try it but sipped as soon as they saw Ohnling fill his original Duck Dodgers cup and drink.

Clara was pleased to see their eyes smile in enjoyment and when they finished she had them carry the preserved cases of soup to the porch. When they got there another alien had arrived, a female and apparently a superior to the other two. Her impatient demeanor told Clara it was time to go.

Ohn took the time to introduce Clara to the new arrival and bows were exchanged. The three rescue aliens took the cases of broth and returned to the ship. Ohn, Ohnling and Clara shared a last hug. Carrying their gift boxes they turned and walked towards the lake. Clara felt alone even before they disappeared.

She marveled as a shimmering light rose to the cloud, which was then quickly followed by a large, cool ball of fire. Within minutes she could see stars in the clear night sky.

It had grown cold on the porch so Clara went inside. A blinking icon drew her to the computer. She clicked on it and in a few seconds a smiling Ohn filled her screen.

"Talk," scrolled along the bottom of her screen.

"Clara gushed, "This is the best present ever."

Clara saw Ohn's eyes scan the bottom of her screen and smile.

They each said something simultaneously; the next line to appear at the bottom of both screens said, "You are beautiful. I love you."

So began what became the most legendary long distance romance in the galaxy.

Ten years later Clara became the first human to visit a planet on another star.
She would be the guest of honor at the coronation of Prince Ohnling.
And at the death ceremony of Queen Ohn.