Astrid ##' My New Home, My New Start
A work of science fiction by Muscle Fan
covert.1@hotmail.com


I'm not from your world. I escaped my planet, Viaga, shortly before the
asteroid, Melchior, blew it up. My maternal family unit was part of the
Intergalactic Exploration Force (IEF) responsible for space exploration and
data collection. They had access to the capsule (nicknamed 'Astrid') that
brought me to your planet, earth. The IEF had been studying earth for years.
Data collected was stored aboard 'Astrid', so on my long journey to earth,
while I was in a state of 'suspended sleep' I absorbed all of the information
that had been collected.

We knew earthlings were different than Viagan's in a number of ways.
Anatomically speaking, earthlings are smaller in stature and physically
weaker. Females from both planets have similar reproductive systems; however,
Viagan women have both testes and ovaries. A Viagan woman's urethra is located
in her clitoris, much like a man's is located in his penis. The Viagan male is
generally smaller than the female and not as strong; however, compared to
their earthling counterparts, they are superior.

Culturally, Viaga is a matriarchal society, a female dominated planet. Men are
subservient to women and used primarily as workers; tending crops, manual
labor, service positions, etc. Women hold the offices in government and
business. It is not uncommon for a Viagan woman to have a housekeeping staff
of three or more men.

It goes without saying that Viagan's are more advanced educationally. Just the
fact that we have deep space exploration is proof enough.

This is a story of how I came to my 'new home' and how I adapted, or in some
cases had others adapt to me; my new home, my new start.

My capsule, 'Astrid', entered earth's atmosphere and landed in the desert in
California. It was not a soft landing as the IEF had designed, but I managed
to walk away from the damaged ship. I walked for miles before coming to a
shack where a single male lived. He was just leaving his vehicle when I came
upon him. "Who are you," he asked as I approached, "Where did you come from?"

"I'm Astrid," I said and pointed in the direction from which I traveled.
"Hmm," he mumbled, "I can see that, why are you naked are you alright?" I
looked down at myself and then at the man. I had shed my decompression suit
after landing. On Viaga, clothing was nonessential, due to our severe climate,
we lived in controlled environments. 'I'll need to find some clothing to fit
in,' I thought.

This was my first encounter with a human, and although I had 'studied' them on
my journey to earth, now that I was face to face with one, I couldn't help but
feel they were small, fragile creatures.

"Come on, let's get you inside before the sun goes down, it gets cold out here
at night," he said, and turned to walk toward the shack. I followed. He looked
around after we entered the one-room structure, picking up a pair of jeans and
tossing them to me. "Here, put these on," he said, "they may fit," and then
took a flannel shirt from a hangar on a wall and tossed that to me as well. I
pulled the pants up to my waist. They fit tight in the thighs but I managed to
button them. The same was true of the shirt; it fit tight across the shoulders
and chest. 'Humans are certainly proportioned differently,' I thought, 'but we
knew that.'

My shoulders are broad and my chest tapers to a narrow waist and hips, but my
thighs are large, well defined and muscular as are my arms and calves. 'This
man looks like a stick,' I thought, 'compared to me.'

"What is this place?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, "This is my mobile
home," he said, "Not exactly a palace but it's where I hang my hat." "No, I
mean, where am I?" I asked. He looked at me for a long time but then said,
"They call it Sky Valley, I suppose because you can see all of the stars at
night, how did you happen to land here?" "IEF capsule," I said. "Huh?" he
said, "I don't know what 'IEF' means, but how did you stumble on Sky Valley?"
"I walked," I said. "Yeah, I saw that, but where did you come from?" he asked.

"Far away," I said, thinking about my planet, "I wasn't looking for Sky
Valley." He chuckled and said, "Not many people are."

"Forgive my manners," he said and then extended his hand, "I'm Fred, Fred
Randall." I took his hand and he grimaced. "Astrid," I said. 'Astrid' was the
name of the landing module that I left a short time ago. "Hey, that's quite
the grip you got there, Astrid," he said, studying his hand as if to make sure
it was still in one piece.

Just then a noise outside caught our attention. Fred went to the window and
pulled back the blinds. "Damn," he said, "It's my neighbor, Charlie." There
was a banging on the door of the mobile home and Fred looked at me and said,
"Charlie Logan, my nearest neighbor, he's a drunk and a nosey son of a bitch."
Fred opened the door and a short, over weight man pushed his way inside.

The man was wearing a dirty white T-shirt and chino pants. "Did you see it,
did you see it," he asked excitedly, and then he saw me. He stopped abruptly,
his eyes traveling from my feet to my head. "Who are you," he asked. "This is
Astrid," Fred said, "Astrid; this is my neighbor, Charlie Logan." I shook
hands with Charlie Logan being careful not to squeeze his hand too hard.
"You're pretty big," he said to me.

"What were you talking about, Charlie, when you first burst in here," Fred
asked. Turning back to Fred, Charlie said, "The light. A streak of light in
the night sky, it looked close." "You mean like an asteroid?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, an asteroid, but this looked more like a space ship or something,"
Charlie said, "it might have crashed nearby." "Right," Fred said, "A space
ship; you've been drinking haven't you?" "Yes, no, ah," Charlie stammered,
"I've had a couple, but I know what I saw. It was a space ship."

Fred looked to me and then back to Charlie. "Nearby, you said?" he asked.
Charlie nodded his head. Fred, hesitantly said, "OK, let's go take a look, see
if we can find this space ship of yours. Come on Astrid, you can ride along
too."

We set off in Fred's Jeep, Charlie pointing the way. A half-hour later they
found my IEF 'Astrid'. Both men said nothing as they stepped from the Jeep and
approached my craft. "What the hell," Fred said finally, scratching his head,
looking at the capsule sitting skewed amongst the scrub brush. Charlie
approached the capsule and peered in the hatch. "It looks like it was manned,"
he said, "but it's empty now." "We've got to report this," Fred said, "The Air
Force will want to hear about this."

Charlie reached out and touched the side of the module. "Still warm," he said,
"if those little green men survived, they must be close by." 'Little green
men,' I thought, 'is he serious?' "Let's go to the gas station and report
this," Fred said. Charlie turned and nodded. I was only a few feet away. I put
my arm around his neck and squeezed, my bicep straining the material of Fred's
flannel shirt. The cloth gave way at the seam as my bicep bulged. Charlie
clutched at my arm, trying to pry it from his neck, his face reddening as he
was deprived of oxygen. I lifted him off the ground, his feet trying to find
traction.

"Hey, hey," Fred said on the far side of the Jeep. He unsnapped a shovel from
the side of the Jeep and started in my direction, the tool held high over his
head. With one final squeeze, I felt Charlie's neck snap and I dropped him
from the crook of my arm. "You bitch," Fred said as he closed the distance
between us.

He brought the shovel down in an arc, but before it made contact with my
shoulder, I grasped the shaft, halting its downward trajectory. I ripped the
shovel from his hands and tossed it aside. I grabbed the front of Fred's shirt
and lifted him to eye level with me. "I didn't want this to happen, Fred," I
said, "But I've come too far to be locked up and interrogated by your
government." I wrapped my arms around him, pinning his arms against his sides,
and squeezed.

Within seconds I had broken ribs and his arms. He passed out as I continued to
constrict his body. I felt for a pulse and finding none, slung Fred across one
shoulder and retrieved the shovel.

I dug a hole six-feet long by four-feet wide and four-feet deep not far from
the landing module. After removing their wallets and watches, I dropped Fred
and Charlie's body into the hole and filled it up, brushing the sand with a
branch of sage brush to cover the graves.

Before I left, I grabbed some things from the 'Astrid'. Medical supplies and
what few personal items I had brought with me. The 'Astrid' had a 'destruct'
button, which I pushed and then watched as the ship glowed white hot, melting
the craft and much of the sand surrounding it. Within minutes all that was
left was glass like beads and charred shrubs where the ship had once sat.

I replaced the shovel onto the Jeep and started the engine. I made my way
slowly back toward Fred's mobile home, parking in front. By this time I needed
to eat and rest. I found some vegetables and meat in the refrigerator and
devoured them. I found a shower unit off of the bedroom and took off the jeans
and ripped flannel shirt that Fred had given me. The warm water felt wonderful
on my body. I would have liked to have had a bigger space to shower in. 'This
is probably sufficient for humans,' I thought, 'but for people from my planet,
it's too small.' My shoulders nearly brushed the sides of the shower stall.

After the shower, I went through the two wallets looking at the money and the
cards. I knew I could use the money but I wasn't sure whether I should use a
credit card. I had 'read' on my journey from my planet of the men and women
who had been detained by police for using stolen credit cards. 'I don't want
to risk it,' I told myself, 'I don't want to attract attention to myself.'
Little did I know that that was easier to say than to do.

I lie on Fred's bed and fell asleep. I dreamed of my home planet, Viaga, and
the lives that were lost with its destruction. I dreamed of my voyage to earth
and Fred and Charlie. I wish it wasn't necessary to kill them, but by doing
so, it ensured that I wouldn't be detected.

The next morning, I ate and thought about what I needed to do. I needed to
establish an identity. I looked on Fred's computer, a rather primitive device.
I found what I was looking for and using Fred's credit card purchased a birth
certificate and something called a Social Security card for 'Astrid Randall'.
I decided to use Fred's last name as my own. Minutes later, my birth
certificate landed in Fred's email in-box. I printed them out. 'How easy', I
thought.

I walked over to Charlie's trailer which was about three hundred yards away
enjoying the desert sun on my body. His mobile home wasn't as tidy as Fred's.
The bed wasn't made, dishes were in the sink, beer cans strewn about and
magazines were on the table and chairs. I glanced at one magazine that showed
naked women, and another that showed muscular women. 'They look like they
could be from Viaga,' I thought, 'although Viagan women are more muscular'. I
collected what food Charlie had, as well as the magazines, and took them back
to Fred's trailer.

I stored the food and glancing once more at the magazines, opened the one
featuring muscular women to a centerfold. I felt the beginning of an erection
in my clit as I studied the centerfold. The female bodybuilder was naked, bent
slightly at the waist with her arms crossed in front of her, her trapezius
muscles forming mounds on either side of her neck. 'Not bad for an earth
girl,' I thought as I mimicked the pose. I glanced at myself in a mirror and
looked back at the magazine. I chuckled and thought, 'I'm bigger than that
woman and stronger too.' I flexed my biceps and watched as they bulged. With
the flat of my hand, I traced my sternum down to my abdominals, my fingers
feeling the bumps each muscle made beneath the skin, and then taking my clit
in my palm I began to masturbate. With my free hand, I turned the page. A
muscle girl was flexing her quads showing off their definition. Muscular women
have always excited me. I climaxed, at the thought of having sex with one of
the female bodybuilders.

Having pleasured myself, I needed to get down to business of 'blending in'.
Looking at Fred and Charlie's wallets by the computer, I looked at their
driver's license. 'I need one of these,' I thought. Again, I went on-line and
after a half hour of searching, I found what I was looking for. The website
promised an 'authentic looking' driver's license within seven days, all I
needed to do was provide a head and shoulders photo, the vital information I
wanted on the license and, of course, the credit card 'for easy payment'. I
took a couple of pictures of myself with Fred's cell phone, and then attached
it to the form with my information and again, the credit card number.

With that done I went outside. The California sun shown down, so I sat on a
chaise lounge enjoying the warmth. I had rolled on to my front and was about
to doze off when the sound of an engine filled the air. The desert is such a
quiet, peaceful place; I could tell the vehicle was getting closer.

"Whoa," a male voice said as a truck stopped not far away. I glanced up. A
good looking man was driving a white pick-up truck with a sign on the side
that said, 'U.S. Mail'. He reached for the mail box and deposited a handful of
envelopes in the curbside mailbox even though his eyes never left me.

I got to my feet, and as I stood up, his mouth opened and his eyes widened. I
padded toward him. "Hi," I said, "what's your name?" He simply stared until I
stopped next to the mailbox. "Ah, Ray," he said, "My name is Ray." I smiled
and said, "Astrid, Astrid Randall," and held out my hand. For a moment, I
didn't think he would take my extended hand, but finally he did. 'Nice firm
grip,' I thought as we shook hands.

"Anything good in there," I asked. He looked at the seat beside him and then
back at me, it finally dawning on him that I was referring to the mailbox.
"Ah, just the usual," he said, "junk mail and a bill or two. Is Fred here?" I
shook my head. "No, he's not here," I said, "I'm his niece, I'm staying here."
He nodded. "Wish he had a swimming pool," I said. Ray, finally tearing his
eyes from my body, looked around and then said, "A pool would be nice."

"Ray," I said. "Hmm," he replied. "Does me being naked embarrass you?" I
asked. He hesitated and then said, "No, ah, err, yes, maybe a little." I
chuckled. Ray was such a sweet guy. I couldn't wait to have sex with him.

"Ray," I said once more and he looked into my eyes, "do you like women with
muscles, strong women?" He nodded. "Good," I said, "I was hoping you did," and
I pumped my bicep and stepped closer to his truck. "Feel that, Ray, feel how
hard my bicep is," I said. Slowly he extended his hand and lightly touched my
bicep. "Don't be afraid, Ray, squeeze it," I said. He leaned out of the truck
window a bit farther and felt my bicep. "What do you think, Ray?" I asked. He
swallowed hard and said softly, "It's hard." I chuckled and said, "I hope so,"
and relaxed my arm.

I felt something crawl across my foot and looked down, Ray following my gaze
to a scorpion, perhaps two-inches long. I bent and picked it up by its tail,
just below the stinger. I looked from the scorpion to Ray and then back to the
scorpion and put the entire insect into my mouth, biting off the tail just
below where I held it. I chewed it and swallowed savoring the bitter taste.
"What the ... " Ray said softly. I cocked my head and said, "Protein, Ray,
it's just protein," and chuckled.

Ray pointed to a spot on his chin and said, "Well, you have a bit of 'protein'
on your chin," and he chuckled. I extended my tongue and licked the remnants
of the scorpion from my chin. Ray's mouth hung open as if he was going to say
something, but no sound came forth. My tongue is long by earthling standards,
a feature that has pleased both my male and female lovers on Viaga.

"You better be going, Ray," I said, "I don't want you to get in trouble," he
nodded, "and if you stay here, you'll definitely get in trouble." I smiled at
him and he asked, "Will I see you again?" "I'm sure you will," I said. I
opened the mail box and withdrew the contents, turned and walked toward the
mobile home. I knew he was watching me walk, my butt, calves and back, so I
stopped and brought my hands down behind my neck, tensing my back muscles.
'That will give you something to remember,' I thought, as I disappeared into
the mobile home.

I scanned the mail and as Ray said, there were a couple of bills but mostly
ads. 'I'll have to figure out how to pay the bills without raising suspicion,'
I thought.

The following day, I was again on the patio in front of the mobile home when
Ray pulled to a stop in front of my mail box. I was beginning to think of it
as my home now. "Hello, Astrid," he said, "How are you?" I padded to his truck
and rested my forearms on his open truck window.

"Fine, Ray, how are you," I asked. "I'm doing OK," he said, more confident
than yesterday. I looked at my forearms, crisscrossed with veins. I balled a
fist and it appeared my veins got larger. "Have you been a mail carrier long?"
I asked, studying my veins. "About five years now," Ray said. I knew he was
looking at my veined forearms as well.

I straightened up and ran a fingertip around my areola. "Do you like it?" I
asked. My breast was no more than a foot away from his face. He watched
intently as my finger circled my nipple. He licked his lips and nodded his
head. I smiled and took my nipple between my finger and thumb twisting. The
nipple responded, stiffening.

"Have you always worked here, Ray?" I asked, cupping my breast. He nodded once
more. I smiled at him and touched the tip of my tongue to my nipple and then
ran it around my areola as I had with my fingertip. "Is it hard, Ray?" I
asked. He nodded and I asked, "But how can you be sure?" His eyes darted to
mine and then back to my nipple. "Touch me, Ray. Feel how hard they are.
They're like ball bearings," I told him. With a fingertip he reached out and
stroked my nipple.

"Do you live close, Ray?" I asked, his finger still stroking my nipple. He
nodded and said softly, "Palm Springs." "Pinch me, Ray. A house or a mobile
home," I asked. He twisted my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "A
house," he said. "Harder, Ray," I said, "Hmm, that's it, baby, oh, yeah, thank
you." Ray looked up into my eyes as I stepped back out of his grasp, smiling.
We looked at each other for a long time and he handed me the mail and then
slowly drove off. 'Men are so easy to control,' I thought and chuckled as I
took the mail into the house.

That evening I set up Fred's bank to pay bills on-line. He had never done this
and having found his account number on his checkbook, it was relatively easy
to do. His pension check and social security check were automatically
deposited into his account.

The next day, I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that I found in Fred's closet.
I was in need of some clothes. Going naked around the mobile home and in front
of Ray was not a problem, but I knew there would come a time when I would need
female clothes. I drove to Palm Springs and found a mall.

"May I help you," a petite sales girl said as I entered 'PS Boutique'. "Yes, I
need some clothes," I said, "Actually I need a lot of clothes." The girl
smiled, "I think I can help you with that, my name is Zoe," and she walked me
to a rack of women's pants. "What size are you," she asked. "I'm Astrid, I'm
not sure what size I am, actually," I said. She studied me a minute and said,
"We of course can alter whatever you purchase, but let's see if we can get
things that fit."

I picked out a pair of black cotton slacks, leopard leggings, low rise
leggings, leather pants, several corresponding blouses, T-shirts, and a black
mini-skirt. In the shoe department, I picked out a pair of ankle boots with
three-inch heels, a pair of cross trainers, stiletto pumps and a pair of
sandals.

"What about bra and panties," Zoe asked. "I don't wear them, Zoe," I said,
drawing a smile from the salesgirl. "OK, follow me," she said, "Let's see how
these things fit." She led me to a dressing room. "Do you need any help?" she
asked. "I may," I said, "if you don't mind." "Not at all," she replied.

I took off the jeans and T-shirt and turned around. Zoe's eyes widened as she
took in my body. I smiled. "What do you think," I asked, placing my hands on
my hips. "You're incredible," Zoe said, "are you a bodybuilder?" I laughed,
"No," I said, "but I appreciate the level of effort they put in." I had only
seen women bodybuilders in Charlie's magazines.

I had stepped into the black mini-skirt and stilettos. It fit well, but I told
Zoe, "I think the hem needs to be two inches shorter." I watched my reflection
in the mirror, turning one way and then the other. "That won't be a problem,"
she said, and produced a note pad from her pocket and jotted that down. I
tried on the pants and then the leggings. I loved how they fit and felt.

The leather pants were tight. "They'll stretch a bit," Zoe said. I stepped
into the ankle boots. "What do you think?" I asked Zoe. "You look amazing,
Astrid," she said. I turned watching my reflection. "I like how they fit, you
can almost see my muscles through the leather, but they're a little lose in
the waist," I said, holding the waistband away from my stomach. "I can have
those taken in a couple of inches," she said taking a tape from a shelf. She
reached around me and drew the tape around my waist just below my navel.
"Hmm," she said, "Yes, two inches." "You have a good eye," I told her and she
jotted that on her pad.

Having tried on all of the clothes, Zoe asked, "Will there be anything else,
Astrid?" "Yes," I said, "Get undressed, Zoe, I want to have sex with you." She
looked at me, her eyes going wide. "I know you want me," I said, "so why are
you surprised?" "I've just never met anyone like you before," she said,
"you're very straight forward." I laughed. "Yes, I am, and when I want
something I get it," I said, "Now get undressed." "And if I refuse," Zoe
asked. I smiled, "Then I will undress you, but either way, I'm going to fuck
you."

She hesitated, but only for a moment, and then began to unbutton her blouse.
Zoe was about five and one-half foot tall, with a pale complexion and
reddish-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She had a nice figure and as
she removed her bra, I saw she had firm breasts.

"I've never been with a woman before," she said, her voice faltering. "I'll be
gentle, baby," I said, "I won't hurt you," and brushed a strand of hair behind
her ear.

She stepped out of her panties and saw my semi-erect clit. Her breath caught
and she put a hand to her mouth. "Wh-what is that?" she asked. "That, Zoe, is
my clit," I said, "Turn around." Her lip quivered but she turned around.
"Don't be afraid," I repeated, "I'll be gentle," and taking the girl by her
hips, poised the head of my clit against her labia.

Holding her hips, I entered her from behind and for the next twenty minutes,
brought Zoe to multiple orgasms. Bending close to her ear, I said, "I'm ready,
baby, I want you to suck me." I withdrew and stood with my hands on my hips.
Slowly she turned and looked in my eyes and then down to my erect clitoris.
She sunk to her knees and gently grasped my shaft with her left hand. After a
moment's hesitation, she took me orally. "Hmm," I murmured as she pleased me,
"do you do this with your boyfriend?" "Uh-huh," she mumbled. "Is he as big as
me?" I asked. "No," she mumbled. I chuckled as I climaxed, holding her head
against my pelvis until I was spent.

"Thank you, baby," I said, stepping away from her. I helped her to her feet
and hugged her, and then gave her a kiss, slipping my tongue inside her mouth
and tasting my saltiness. "Thank you, Astrid," she said softly against my
breast, her breath warm against my chest.

We dressed and walked to the front of the store where she put my purchases on
the counter and began ringing them up. The store was deserted except for Zoe
and me. The door opened and Ray walked in.

"Hello, Astrid," he said, as he approached the counter, "I'm surprised to see
you here." "Hello, Ray, I might say the same for you," I said. "Do you two
know each other?" Zoe asked. "Yes," Ray said, "Astrid is on my postal route."
"Ray likes to stop and chat while I'm out sunbathing," I told Zoe. Zoe looked
from me to Ray and back to me. "But you don't have any tan lines," Zoe said. I
smiled, "No, I prefer to sunbathe au natural," I said.

Zoe looked at Ray who was blushing. "What," he said to her, "nothing
happened!" "That's true, Zoe," I said, "I haven't had sex with Ray, although I
know he wants to," and I chuckled. "Ray! Is that true?" Zoe asked. Ray looked
from Zoe to me, "Well, ah, honey, can we talk about this later?" he asked.
"Look, Zoe, don't be upset," I said, "You wanted to have sex with me, I knew
it the minute that we went into the dressing room, so why is it so difficult
to understand that Ray wants to have sex with me?"

"Wait, you had sex with Astrid?" Ray asked. Now it was Zoe's turn to blush.
"Yes," she said softly, and broke eye contact with Ray. "Ray, don't be upset
with Zoe," I said, "You both have the same desires, wants and needs. Zoe is a
great lover and you should be pleased, I know you two have had incredible sex,
right?"

I looked at Ray and he nodded his head and then I turned to Zoe. She glanced
my way but said or indicated nothing. "Here's what's going to happen," I said
quickly, "Ray, I'm coming to your house tomorrow. Do you live with Ray?" I
asked Zoe. She nodded. "Good. I feel responsible in some way, so I'm going to
help you two. Write your address on the sales receipt and I'll see you about
ten o'clock." "But, we have to work," Ray said. "Nonsense," I said, "call in
sick or get a replacement, this can't wait, you two need to fix this
relationship."

The next day I drove to Ray and Zoe's, a low one-story with rock roof and
rocks in the front yard for landscaping. 'Typical architecture and landscaping
of Palm Springs', I thought. I knocked on the door and Ray opened it almost
immediately. "Please, come in," he said. He showed me into the living room
where Zoe sat on the couch. Ray took a seat on the couch, but at the far end
away from Zoe.

I sat my tote bag on the floor and took the seat facing the pair. "You two
make a great couple," I started, "and if I've created a problem between you, I
apologize. But you have to realize that when it comes to sex, we all have our
needs. We are all different; some, like me, require sex frequently, others
only occasionally, right?" The pair nodded.

"Are you a lesbian?" Ray asked. I smiled and said, "No, maybe what you would
call bisexual, but I'm not a lesbian. I find both men and women satisfying."
Again, they nodded.

"Ray, come here," I said and he immediately looked at Zoe. She gave the
briefest of nods and he stood and came to where I sat. I unsnapped his short
and allowed them to fall to his ankles and then slid his boxer shorts past his
hips. His semi-erect penis was perhaps four-inches.

I reached into my tote bag and extracted a squeeze bottle. Placing a bead of
the lotion in the palm of my left hand, I replaced the bottle and massaged the
lotion into his penis. At my touch he became erect, closing his eyes and
throwing his head back slightly. I continued to massage his shaft, slowly
working the lotion in from the head of his penis to the base. After several
minutes, I placed a hand on his hip and turned him to face Zoe.

She gave a short gasp as she saw Ray's now erect, nearly nine-inch penis. "Oh
my," she said, "What did you do?" "Just a little help," I said, "I think you
will find that Ray will make a better lover now." "Thank you, Astrid," Ray
said, looking down at his self and running his fingers along his shaft. He
looked at Zoe and said, "Shall we see if this makes a difference?" Zoe smiled
and said, "Of course, if you'll excuse us Astrid." "Of course," I said, "I'll
be out at the pool."

As the pair went to their bedroom, I went out on the rear patio and stripped
off my shorts and T-shirt. I stepped onto the stairs of the pool and then dove
under the water. I covered the length of the pool in four lazy strokes,
turning back and kicking off the far wall with my powerful legs. I glided just
below the surface touching the steps seconds later. My body cutting through
the water felt marvelous as I repeated the lap.

I stepped from the pool and angled the chaise lounge to face the sun. Reaching
into my tote bag and brought out a bottle of lotion, not the one I used on
Ray, but this one for protecting my skin. I sat up and applied it to my feet,
ankles and legs, savoring the warmth of the sun on my well defined muscles. I
laid back and applied the lotion to my abdominals, working it in while my
fingers probed the muscles. I briefly allowed myself to finger my clit and my
vagina.

Next, I applied the sunscreen to my chest, shoulders and trapezius muscles. I
teased my nipples as I coated the areola and nipple with lotion.

The warmth of the sun has a soothing effect on me and soon I dozed off. When I
woke, Zoe and Ray were nearby, each on a chaise, holding hands. "How was sex?"
I asked. Zoe chuckled and said, "The best it's been in years," she said. "I
can't believe that I held off as long as I did," Ray said. "Good," I said,
"Why don't you lay out here without those suits on, you'll find it less
restrictive."

Ray had on a pair of nylon shorts, while Zoe wore a green print bikini. He
stood up and untied the waistband, allowing his shorts to fall to the pool
deck. His cock, though flaccid, was perhaps seven-inches. I got my bottle of
sunscreen from my bag once more and tossed it to him and said, "You better put
this on, otherwise your cock will look like a fried sausage."

Zoe stood up and said, "Here, baby, let me apply that." Ray smiled and said,
"I'd like that." Ray lay back on his chaise and Zoe knelt beside it, rubbing
sunscreen onto his pelvis and penis. In moments, Ray was hard once more.

Zoe kissed the head of his cock and stood up reaching behind her and untying
her top. She tossed it on her chaise and then slid her bikini bottom down her
legs, stepping out of it. "You better put on some lotion yourself," I said,
"so you don't burn that beautiful ass of yours." She giggled, tightened her
butt and ran her hands over it. "Do you really think it's beautiful?" she
asked. I could feel the stirring of an erection and said, "Definitely, Zoe,
definitely."

With Ray and Zoe's help, I made the transition to my new home, planet earth,
with little problem. I no longer live in Fred's mobile home, but moved in with
Ray and Zoe's. With a little 'creative paper work', I managed to sell Fred's
mobile home. I never told them what became of my 'uncle' Fred, or his
neighbor, Charlie. Also, I have never told them that I came from Viaga; after
all, that planet is gone now. There's no going back.

Thanks to me, Ray and Zoe have an amazing sex life. As for me, I don't have a
problem finding a partner to bed, and on occasion Ray and I or Zoe and I enjoy
each other. They seem quite taken with my muscles and I'm only too happy to
let them explore.

In the months following me moving in with Ray and Zoe, we found out that Zoe
was pregnant. The three of us were ecstatic. Zoe gave birth to a girl, Bailey.
She has her mother's beauty and her "father's" physique. I can't wait to see
what my Bailey, this half Viagan, half Earthling, is capable of. I'm sure
she's destined for greatness.

I have adapted to my new home and Ray and Zoe have adapted to me.

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