Cultural Shock - Sex Stories

Cultural Shock

... the use of my body but changed his mind when I started thrashing with bottled-up pain, humiliation, and anger. I don’t know what I would have said if a large tentacle finger wasn’t plugging my throat and squirming around in my mouth, squirting greeting juice on my tongue every few seconds.

My mouth almost ripped at the edges when the index of his other hand squeezed by the other one with my already-stretched anus as its destination. I know I need to document everything about my year on Romia, but I’m tempted to erase this passage and pretend it never happened.

I’m told it’s human anatomy again tomorrow. Am I not supposed to be learning about them instead of the other way around?

Day 3

It’s hard to type; I’m shaking so much. Today was even worse. I’m like a science experiment to these people. No, a plaything. They could have just asked me about human mating. I’ve never done it before but I could have told them the video they showed the class was all wrong.

From the first few frames, I knew this was pornography. The very bad kind from the dark corners of the internet. It was absolutely vile. The girl was obviously drugged, and the man was alternating his hands inside her lady parts while she moaned like an animal over the vaginal farts of the lubricated palms. The Romians must have looked through hundreds of videos that were supposed to depict human mating but latched onto that one because the male used body parts they could relate to.

I was torn apart ...

... between saying something and trying not to draw attention to myself in case the teacher decided to do some more measuring. Well, I didn’t say anything, but I was torn apart anyway.

“Human mating amazing. You show us.”

“Human mating is private,” I blurted out quickly while my mouth could still move.”

“Romian and human are friends,” he said with a smile literally from ear to ear.

“Yes but...” and that was it. I was remotely controlled to take my clothes off again and set myself in the same position as the poor woman in the video, ankles behind the head, legs bent much farther than they ever stretched before.

It wasn’t fair. I was younger, smaller, and my lady parts had a lot less mileage than the woman in the video, yet Romians hands with their five long and thick dick-fingers make much bigger hands than anyone on Earth. Yes, I called them dick-fingers; I’m tired of pretending they are not dicks. Their fingers are dicks, and I must have drunk gallons of their cum since I landed on this god-forsaken planet. I pieced it together when I noticed the teacher’s fingers gushed way more than usual during

“simulated” mating.

Losing my virginity went unnoticed as the first digit split open my vagina. When it pulled out, I felt a rush of cold air in my gaped hole, but that only lasted a second: the finger came back and brought a friend. New fingers were added to the mix at an exponential rate. It’s easy to stretch out a birth canal when you don’t think its owner minds at ...