Cultural Shock - Sex Stories

Cultural Shock

Day 1

I’m exhausted. My tummy’s ready to burst. My jaw is sore. My nipples and lips are chaffed...

I should start by saying a day on Romia is around 60 hours on Earth, so you know I’m not just complaining because I’m homesick. Tomorrow is my first day of school as the first intergalactic exchange student in human history and today was spent greeting hundreds of aliens leaders and dignitaries who had never seen an Earth girl in the flesh before. I shouldn’t call them aliens. I’m the alien in this case.

Greeting a single Romian takes at least half an hour. I don’t know how they ever get anything done. Then again, I’ve never seen Romians greet each other like this. Maybe the finger-sucking welcome is reserved for off-world visitors. They have ten fingers like us, and you have to suck on each one in turn until they secrete a mouthful of nourishing salty goo from a hole at the fingertip. It was embarrassing at first, because, on Earth, we never put each other’s body parts in our mouths unless we know the other person really well. But who knows if refusing would offend them and start a galactic war. To them, it’s nothing sexual; I’m probably as physically repulsive to their specie as they are to mine. No offense meant; they don’t know that they look a bit like the Pale Man from Pan’s Labyrinth.

Their fingers are wet and translucent. And thick! At least as thick as mini soda cans and as long as a stack of three of them. I can barely get my mouth around the middle finger ...

... and you’re expected to push as much of it as you can down your throat as a sign of respect. I know it’s just a biological coincidence, but the whole process would be easier for me if their fingers weren’t

shaped almost identically like a human male’s veiny penis. A giant-sized version anyway.

After the long and filling finger-sucking session, they return the favor. But since I don’t have holes at the end of my fingers, they go for the nipples. I know, it’s completely inappropriate with an Earthling mindset, but when in Romia...

The white swimsuit with matching gloves they gave me the day I left Earth made me feel like a sexy 70s space explorer, but now that I know it is designed for easy access to my breasts, I feel more like a space prostitute. They suck on them so roughly and for so long, I wonder if it’s their way of telling me I should be more energetic with the finger-sucking.

Anyway, the days are long but the nights are short, so I need to get a little bit of sleep before my first class. It’s human anatomy, so that should be easy, at least.

Day 2

I want to go home. I feel so... violated. It’s not the Romians’ fault; they don’t understand how fragile humans bodies are and how protective we are of our orifices.

I walked into the classroom and the teacher presented his fingers. I don’t know why I thought I was done with greetings. I unzipped my suit to let my breasts bounce as I sucked, as is their custom, stretched my mouth around the pinkie, bobbed ...