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This is more exploration of a concept than a stroke story, though there 
is plenty of sex - it just takes a while to get to.
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
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Lost Colonies:The Innocents (MMM/F, oral, anal, scifi)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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"There's no mistake, Captain!" Bill, my communication officer couldn't 
keep the excitement from his voice, "It's CM 20130506-3! The transponder 
is still working!"

No other Federation ship could have received those frequencies.  Given 
the mission of The Golden Hind, however, I'd insisted that our engineers 
go through the archives of the tech museum and put together a couple of 
the antique transceivers.

While we were at it, we commandeered the ancient computer equipment that 
could read the records of the STL colonial missions. To have brought all 
that bulky antiquity with us would have taken up too much of our cargo 
space, so we kludged together a way of transferring all the old mission 
data from the clunky old optical media, ironically called 'compact 
discs' or CD's.

Since there were only a few hundred gigabytes of the data, it's impact 
on the total memory usage of the Hind's artificial intelligence unit was 
not even noticeable. The transfer took a couple of hours, though, which 
had her AI and the techies looking for ways to kill time, in between 
swapping the clumsy discs in and out of the bulky old reader device. All 
of this had to be done before lift-off so we wouldn't have to carry the 
big old computers with us.

We studied the data on the way to the fold junction and picked a mission 
at random.  It seemed impossible that our first trace would hit pay 
dirt, but the planet below seemed close enough to earth normal to have 
allowed a colony to survive. The working transponder seemed too good to 
be true.

Almost two thousand years ago, the overpopulated Earth started sending 
colonization ships toward the stars in an attempt to get some kind of 
control over the population growth and to give some humans a chance to 
survive, should Earth not make it.

Technology at the time was in its infancy.  Ships traveled in real 
space-time because the folder-drive hadn't yet been invented. Machines 
could only execute specific instructions, called programs, and were 
incapable of independent thought, so their contribution to mankind's 
efforts was minimal. Colonists and crews alike were frozen in suspended 
animation for the journey to the stars, though crews were supposed to be 
revived periodically to check on ships operation and make sure they were 
still on course.  Depending on the destination star system, transit time 
could be as much as three or four hundred years.

CM 20130506-3 had apparently lucked out.  Mary, Hind's AI, calculated 
that their transit time would have been only a little over two hundred 
years, and this would have been the first system they encountered if 
they stayed on the pre-plotted mission course.

Each mission was launched along a course that would carry them near a 
number of systems.  As they neared each system, the plan was for the 
crew to be revived and to survey the planets in the system. If any 
seemed suitable, they would go into orbit around that planet and send 
down disposable probes.  If the data sent back by the probes was 
favorable, the colonists would be awakened and shuttled to the surface 
with all the equipment needed to build a subsistence level habitat.  It 
was up to the colonists to make it a home.

Since the colony ship was never designed to make planetfall, it would 
stay in orbit above the colony planet.  This way, theoretically, if the 
planet proved too inhospitable, the ship could act as a 'lifeboat' and 
move on to the next system in its planned route through the galaxy. 
Looking at the mission data, though, my officers and I realized that the 
planners never intended the ship to make more than one planetfall. 
There would not have been enough of the required chemicals left to 
suspend more than a handful of the colonists  once they were revived the 
first time.

We approached the planet with caution.  The fact that the colony ship 
survived didn't mean that the colonists had, or that they'd be friendly.

Long range sensors seemed to indicate only one object in low orbit 
around the blue and white sphere.  The  planet mothered two moons which 
were small enough that their asynchronous orbits wouldn't cause too much 
stress on the planet's structure or perturbations in its orbit. I could 
imagine some pretty weird tides if the planet had earth-like oceans, though.

Gravitics, guided by Mary, could detect no gravitational anomalies such 
as those that would be produced by even an idling folder drive.  That 
was the one drawback of the folder. You couldn't hide it.  If you ever 
shut it down, it would take a little over six weeks to restart, give or 
take a day or so.  This was a constant that varied only with the 
gravitational flux in the immediate vicinity of the drive.  No amount of 
technology was going to speed that up.  Because of that, getting a 
starship captain to shut down his drive was like towing a black hole - 
couldn't be done.  Even major repairs were done, if at all possible, 
with the engine idling.  I'd even heard of a yard that had transplanted 
a running drive from one ship to another. Had to have been a helluva big 
hole in both ships to accomplish it, but in space, anything's possible.

"Try hailing the ship, and see if you get a response." I ordered Bill, 
my coms officer.

"Earth colonial mission 20130506-3. This is Federation explorer 'The 
Golden Hind'.  Do you copy?" Bill, despite his earlier excitement, was 
smoothly professional on the coms, as always. "Cee Em 
too-zero-won-tharee-zero-fyav-zero-six dash tharee, this is The Golden 
Hind, please respond!"

He waited a few seconds and was just about to hail again, when a 
breathless voice came through the ancient receiver, "Uh yeah, this is CM 
tew-nought-un-tree-nought-fahv-nought-sicks bar tree.  Who the dickens 
and where the dickens ARE you? And why duh yew talk so funny?"

I took the 'microphone' from Bill and replied personally.  "I am Cecilia 
Barnes, Captain of the starship 'The Golden Hind'.  We have been 
commissioned by the United Federation of Earth Affiliated Planets to 
seek out and attempt to establish contact with Earth colonial missions 
from the twenty-first and twenty-second centuries. CM 20130506-3 was one 
of those missions.  With whom am I speaking please?"

The accent was very difficult to understand, given almost two thousand 
years of separation, and Bill put Mary to work translating.

"Oh, uh I'm weather-watcher Walter Jones!" Mary's translation protocols 
made the speech more intelligible, without losing intonation or 
inflection, "This is the third week of my fifth tour up here, and it's 
the first time this thing ever said anything!  In fact, I don't think 
anybody's heard it sound off before!  What's a 'Golden Hind', anyway? 
Are you really from Earth?"

"...going on in here, Walt?" a female voice came through the antique 
metal box, "Who are you talking to?"

"Somebody that claims to be from Earth, Mary Beth!" the voice seemed to 
be coming from a distance for a moment, then got closer again, "Say hi 
to Mary Beth, Golden Hind!"

I raised an eyebrow in Bill's direction and shot a warning glance around 
the bridge to still the giggles from the rest of the bridge crew.

"Hello, Mary Beth." I said into the microphone, "Actually, I'm the 
Captain of the Golden Hind. My name is Cecilia Barnes. Lieutenant 
Cecilia Barnes.  The Golden Hind is my starship."

"Oh my goodness!" Mary Beth exclaimed, "How long you must have been in 
space! Did you leave in 2013 too?"

"Actually, we left only four months ago, real time" I replied, perhaps a 
little smugly, "Since you left earth, a lot has changed.  A few years 
ago, we discovered the principles that allow us to travel between any 
two points in space without significant elapsed time.  The majority of 
that four months was spent traveling sublight to a point where 
gravitational forces were sufficiently small to allow us to activate the 
folder."

"You mean..." both voices came through at once, "Earth still exists?!"

"Yes," I replied, "and is doing quite well now that we've got the 
population problem under control."

"But..." Mary Beth sounded confused, "but we were told that Earth was 
dying, and that's why our ancestors had to leave!"

"It must have seemed that way to them, Mary Beth." I tried not to 
lecture, "Population pressures were causing war, famine, and drought 
throughout the globe. It took a very long time to get that under 
control, and Earth went through a very dark period, but we survived. 
Look, why don't I and a couple of my officers shuttle over and we can 
talk about this in person?"

"Oh, uh, I guess that would be okay..." Walt's voice could be heard 
saying something in the background.

Mary Beth came back on, "Oh yeah, I guess I'd better check with the 
council before I let you aboard."

The communication with their groundside people was on a different 
frequency, and encrypted, but it didn't take Mary long to find the right 
frequency and the keys to decrypt the signal.

"...say it only took them four months to get here from Earth!" That was 
Mary Beth.

"Can you see the ship? How big is it?" An unfamiliar voice came back.

"It doesn't look very big, but it's several thousand miles away still." 
That was Walt, "Radar says it's about half the size of the Cee Em."

"Well, if they mean us any harm," the other voice said slowly, "there's 
not a lot we can do about it.  Tell you what, we'll shuttle up and meet 
them on the Cee Em and see if we can get a read on them before they come 
down here. Make 'em feel at home, and try to answer their questions as 
best you can until we get there. It'll take about eight hours to get the 
other shuttle ready and another three to get there, so..."

I decided to take a chance and have Bill cut into the conversation.

"This is Captain Barnes." I said, "Forgive me for eavesdropping on your 
conversation.  If you like, I can send my gig down to transport your 
party to the CM and you'll be here in two hours or less."

According to Mary, the planet's rotation time around its primary was 
close enough to that of Earth's that if they used it as the time 
standard it wouldn't be much different than Earth - a minute would still 
be, approximately, a minute.

There was a long silence before the new voice came back on. "How were 
you able to listen in on an encrypted conversation?"

"Technology has made certain advances on Earth since your ship 
departed." I replied, "I don't imagine that encryption technology has 
been at the top of your scientists' list of things to do, but it has 
been very near the top of ours since the time of the terrorist wars. 
The encryption technique you are using is more than two thousand years old."

"I see. Is your ship armed?" the ground voice asked curtly.

"Defensive armaments only." I replied, "We are an exploratory mission. 
We don't anticipate trouble, but given two thousand years of separation 
between Earth and the peoples we encounter, we must be prepared for 
anything."

"I see..."

I could almost hear the wheels turning in the head of the person on the 
ground. I was actually pleased that they were being cautious.  It meant 
the colony might survive for a while longer. Not that almost two 
millenia wasn't good, but it was only a fraction of Earth's human 
history, and when you travel between stars, you tend to think of time in 
bigger chunks than the planetbound do.

"Well, I suppose there's no harm in hitching a ride with you, since 
you're offering." the voice came back, "Since you're coming to the 
surface anyway, perhaps we should just meet here."

"I would like that," I replied, "but I think it would be safer for you 
and for us if we meet in orbit first.  Our medical team would like to 
get blood samples from each of you to see if there are any pathogens 
that we carry that may be harmful to you, and vice versa. We will stay 
suited until we're reasonably certain that it's safe to do otherwise."

"Ah! Yes! Good thinking!"

With Bill and the ship's doctor in tow, I boarded the Captain's gig in 
the auxiliary hangar bay. The pilot of the gig had no trouble homing in 
on the transmitter signal, and we settled lightly on the apron of a 
bustling airport.  Only one vehicle was visible that seemed capable of 
space flight.  It looked much like the old images of space shuttles from 
the twenty-first century.

The landing protocol was a little sticky.  The planet's air traffic 
controllers were geared around winged flight and our vertical landing 
and takeoff played havoc with their carefully orchestrated patterns.

The dust from our landing thrusters had not settled when a small ground 
transport approached, disgorging three ancient, bulky vacuum suits. 
After two thousand years, I doubted that the seals would still be proof 
against microbial invasion, but perhaps they had learned to maintain 
them.  After all, they managed regular shuttle flights to the orbiting ship.

The suits trudged heavily up the ramp into the airlock, their occupants 
giving a startled jerk as they passed through the biohazard barrier. 
That barrier had been invented shortly after the first exploratory 
flights landed on other planets.  The entire crew of one ship had been 
wiped out by a microbe that shouldn't have been compatible with their 
systems.  The barrier was a force-field that was strong enough to fry 
anything up to the size of a common flea, but caused only a mild 
tingling in the body of a human.

The steward, clad in our less restrictive vacuum suit with transparent 
helmet, greeted the guests and led them into the lounge.  The gravity 
stabilizers kicked in as we lifted off.

"Greetings!" I said through my suit's communicators. The Gig's AI, 
Ralph, relayed the signal to the frequency used by their suits. "Welcome 
aboard the Captain's Gig of the Golden Hind! I'm Captain Cecilia Barnes."

"Captain... Captain..." one of them mumbled as if deep in thought, "Ah! 
I've read about this! You're in the military then!?"

"Uh, yes..." I replied, a little puzzled, "You don't have a military?"

I could barely see outlines through the darkened faceplates of the 
suits, but I thought the speaker might be an elderly gentleman.

"Oh! Well... Um, we've never really had a need for one!" came the reply.

"Really!" The planet seemed settled across most of its surface and it 
was hard to imagine no conflicts arising between geographical areas. 
"I'd be fascinated to know how you've managed that!"

"Managed it?" he seemed puzzled by my comment, "We haven't managed it at 
all. The need just hasn't arisen."

This was something that I felt deserved further discussion, but it would 
have to wait. I introduced Commander Gail Morris, our ships doctor, who 
explained the decontamination procedures we would use.  When she got to 
the part about how the biohazard field would sterilize the outsides of 
our suits as we exited the ship, one of the locals said, "Oh! So that's 
what that tingling was!"

We took blood samples from each of them in the CM's airlock, through the 
clumsy valve/membrane setup on their suits. Doc's medkit synthesized the 
appropriate antigens, as well as agents to make us less contagious to 
them.  I was a little surprised that their doctor, the one who had 
spoken about military, was able to analyze the blood samples we gave him 
through our suit's medports, and produce the required antigens even more 
quickly than doc had.

Doc checked his results, though, and said she could find no errors or 
omissions.

Finally cleared by the medical people, we removed our suits and stood in 
our shipboard coveralls as the locals struggled with the fastenings of 
their bulky suits.  When they had finally finished removing them, an 
elderly gentleman, a woman apparently in her forties, and another man, 
apparently also in his forties stood before us, completely nude.  The 
woman wore scraps of cloth and jewelry that decorated her breasts and 
hips but nothing else. All stood completely at ease in their nudity, but 
seemed a little uncomfortable that we were still clothed.

I shot a glance at Gail and got a raised eyebrow in return. Well, when 
in Rome...

Self-consciously, we removed our coveralls and undergarments until we, 
too, were nude.

"If you're more comfortable clothed," the woman said graciously, "you 
are, of course, welcome to remain that way, but the temperature aboard 
ship is maintained at the mean temperature for the planet, so there's 
really no need."

"No, uh...?"

"Oh, pardon me!" she said, not at all embarrassed, "I am Ruth Hightower, 
Councilwoman. This is Doctor Colin Chong, and Councilman Manuel Smith."

"Pleased to meet you!" I said, extending my hand.

They gave each other puzzled looks and Ruth tentatively extended her own 
hand, which I grasped and shook. I went through the same routine with 
the others, saying, "I see the handshake has fallen out of favor as a 
form of greeting among your people."

"Fallen out of favor?" Ruth looked at her two companions, who both 
shrugged, "To the best of my knowledge, this form of greeting has never 
been used on Eden."

"That's odd." I was the one puzzled now, "Didn't the original colonists 
use it?"

"Original...?" Ruth's brow furrowed, then suddenly cleared, "Of course! 
You're thinking that the colonization took place as originally planned! 
Well, come along Captain! You're going to want to be sitting down for 
this tale!"

They led us down a long passageway, apparently very familiar with the 
layout of the ship.  We entered a compartment that appeared to have been 
the crew's lounge at on time.

A middle-aged woman was bent over one of the tables being royally 
screwed by the twenty-something guy behind her! Our hosts paid them no 
attention, but led us to a table nearby.

"Mary Beth, Walt," Ruth addressed the couple, "When you're done, come 
meet our guests from Earth."

"Oh, hi!" Mary Beth said brightly as her breasts jiggled across the 
surface of the table, "We thought you'd take longer with the medical 
stuff! We'll be done pretty soon. Walt can be quick when he wants to, 
right Walt?"

"Uh huh!" Walt seemed to be concentrating on getting done, and had 
little attention for us.

Trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound judgmental, I 
asked, "So you use this ship as a weather station now?"

Ruth smiled and nodded, "Weather station, science lab, observatory - 
we've found many uses for it at various times!"

Mary Beth and Walt finished their business, shrieking and grunting, then 
separated wetly and came to join us.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Mary Beth gushed, "I just knew from 
your voice that you were someone I'd want to meet! Perhaps you'd like to 
join me in my cabin later?"

Walt, still dripping, sat next to Gail and immediately started trying to 
feel her up. Gail wasn't sure whether to stop him or let him continue. 
Finally I broke in.

"Walt, it's nice to meet you! I'm Captain Barnes, and that's Commander 
Gail Morris, Ship's Doctor." I started to stick out my hand, then 
remembered, "If you and Gail want to get better acquainted later, and 
she's willing, I'd have no objection, but at the moment, I'd really like 
to learn more about your planet and people, and I'll need Commander 
Morris' full attention for that, if you don't mind."

"Oh no, of course not!" he smiled charmingly at Gail, "If you want, I'd 
be happy to show you around later!"

Doc nodded, still in shock.

I finished the introductions then turned back to Ruth.

"So, Ruth," I said, "You were going to tell us a story?"

"Oh, yes!" Ruth replied, "About how the colonization mission didn't go 
as planned!"

"Now, you have to understand," she temporized, "this all happened so 
long ago, and my memory of my history lessons is a little hazy, so I may 
be a little short on details..."

"As I recall," she continued, it was only a little while after the ship 
crossed the orbit of the last planet in Earth's system... What was it's 
name? Well, no matter. Anyway, a sensor malfunctioned causing the 
suspended animation units to prematurely cycle their occupants back to 
life.  If you've read the mission specs, you probably already know that 
there was no way the colonists could be put back to sleep.  Furthermore, 
most of the food, water, etc, was in the cargo pods, outside the cabin, 
never intended to be used until the ship made planetfall. This left the 
colonists with some really hard choices."

"The final decision was to fill some of the crew SA units - the only 
ones designed to be cycled repeatedly - with human embryos. These would 
be the descendants of the original colonists. It was acknowledged that 
the colonists would never live to see planetfall, and the only way the 
colony would have a chance would be to send their unborn children ahead 
alone - frozen in suspended animation."

"A few crewmembers were picked to perform the periodic course 
corrections and maintenance checks required by the mission profile, the 
rest gave up their SA chambers to the embryos. Everyone contributed 
their sperm or eggs, then, in singles, couples and groups, cycled 
themselves out the airlock.  A few resisted and had to 'helped' by the 
crew."

"The handful of scientists and engineers among the colonists learned as 
much as they could about navigation and maintenance from the crew, so 
they could handle crew tasks for the next part of the journey while the 
crew slept. They then began the feverish task of building a nursery for 
when the ship finally reached its destination.  They packed as much 
knowledge as they could into sleep-teaching programs, as well as 
instructions for the crew on how to manage the birth cycle for the 
embryos and the first years of the new colonists life.  They built an 
automated classroom, as well as robots to manage some of the tasks the 
crew might not be capable of performing for the newborns."

"With their tasks completed and supplies running dangerously low - they 
had to leave enough for the crew, especially for planetfall - they, too, 
went walking in space. With only a skeleton crew remaining, each one had 
to cycle in and out of SA more frequently than originally planned.  As a 
result, by the time they reached this system, the remaining crew were 
old men and women.  They struggled getting the nursery, school, and 
supplies to the planet's surface.  The robots managed the birth of the 
embryos. Since they never had to leave the sterile enclosure, there was 
less chance that they would contaminate the babies environment.  The 
crew nursed the children through those first critical years, dying one 
by one as age and their long exposure to radiation in space overtook 
them. The sleep-learning programs worked well for the children, and 
imparted most of the knowledge they needed for survival.  The medical 
robots had years to analyze the environment of the planet and immunize 
the kids against its biological hazards.  When they finally got old 
enough that the robots let them out of the nursery and started guiding 
them in the building of the colony, there were none of the original crew 
left."

Ruth paused for effect. "Those were our ancestors - the founders of 
Eden's civilization. Many died in those first years - they were only 
twelve when they had to go about trying to make a place to live.  They 
were fortunate that this planet was relatively serene.  There were no 
large predators, no dangerous insects, or most of the other dangers the 
sleep programs had warned them about, so a large percentage survived. 
What killed some of them, at first, were things the people who made the 
programs could not have foreseen.  They were children, with no 
experience of danger, and no idea of caution. Some fell from high places 
before they realized that more care was needed in negotiating heights. 
Fire got some before they learned to handle it safely.  Some were 
injured away from the others and died before anyone thought to look for 
them.  It took many years for them to learn the everyday cautions we now 
take for granted."

"We grew up, as a society, with a good knowledge of science and 
engineering.  About things like sociology, psychology and the history of 
our Earth ancestors, we knew very little.  There was only so much 
capacity in the teaching systems, and our colonist fore-fathers and 
-mothers filled it to overflowing with everything they thought we'd need 
to survive in an unknown place. For that, our entire society is 
grateful, but there is so much we want to know about Earth and our 
ancestors!"

Somewhat dazed by this rendition of their journey from earth, it took me 
a moment to clear my thoughts enough to respond, "We will be happy to 
provide you with memory crystals containing a synopsis of human history 
on earth, of course!"

"Memory crystals?" they looked at each other, "You use crystals for memory?"

"Oh, sorry!" I said, a bit embarrassed, "Yes, we do. We will, of course, 
provide you with readers as well, and the specifications for the I/O 
interface."

"Oh, that will be wonderful!" gushed Doctor Chong, "We've always been 
happy with our organic storage units, but would love to compare the 
technologies!"

Just then a naked girl about nine years old came running into the 
lounge. Running up to Mary Beth as if the others weren't there, she 
whined, "Mommy, Marty won't cop with me!"

"Now, dear," Mary Beth replied gently, "you know it's his choice too! If 
you don't both agree, you can't cop with each other.  What kind of world 
would it be if one person could make another cop with them, hmm?"

With the impatience kids everywhere, the little girl continued, "I know, 
Mommy, but I WANT him to! Can't you tell him? You're the boss on this 
rotation, right?"

"No Melly," Mary Beth replied patiently, "that would be wrong too.  If 
you want Marty to cop with you, you have to get him to agree without 
forcing him.  Maybe he's just tired right now, or maybe he wants to do 
something else.  Maybe he'll be more in the mood later. You've been 
copping his poor little penis off since we got here.  Maybe he just 
wants to rest."

I finally began to understand what 'cop' meant! Was it really short for 
'copulate'? Could this little girl actually be complaining to her mother 
about a boy's unwillingness to fuck her? ...In front of some of the most 
influential people on the planet?

Suddenly, Melly's eyes locked onto Bill's crotch, sporting a respectable 
hard-on. Ok, I know that Fleet officer's are not supposed to be 
pedophiles, but four months in space with a small crew could leave a guy 
a little jaded and horny for someone besides his fellow crew members. In 
all fairness, for all I knew, he had been hard since we came in and 
found Walt and Mary Beth going at it.

"How about him!" Melly pointed, not at Bill, but at his cock, "He's dreamy!"

"You know you aren't big enough for one that size yet dear." Mary Beth's 
patience with her daughter seemed endless, "I know you think you could 
handle it, but it would injure you Melly, and besides, that man knows 
he's not supposed to cop with anyone your size! Now stop being silly and 
go play!"

She gave the little blonde a swat on the bare butt, sending her off 
giggling.

Bill, red in the face, tried to apologize to Mary Beth, "Uh ma'am, I'm 
sorry! I didn't mean to...!"

He trailed off, at a loss for words.

Mary Beth waved it off. "She's just being silly.  She knows she's a sexy 
little thing and enjoys teasing men whom she knows can't touch her. It's 
going to come as quite a shock to her in a couple of years when she does 
get to cop with her first adult!"

She laughed and turned to Walt, "I bet she wore poor Marty's pencil down 
to a nub!  No wonder he doesn't want to be with her for a while!"

Walt shrugged, "Nah! He'll be ready again in a little while. You know 
how kids are. He's only twelve.  Shoot, if he sees the Captain there, 
he'll be all over her. Little brother likes red-heads!"

I blushed to my toes. A twelve year old coming on to me? What kind of 
sinful planet had we stumbled onto?

"Are all the kids on this planet that horny?" it slipped out before I 
could stop myself.

"Horny?" the council members looked at each other, puzzled.

"It means, um..." I fumbled for words.

Doc came to my rescue, "Eager to have sex.  We also use 'randy' in some 
parts of our society."

Doc, having been raised in Manchester, wasn't about to let Amerislang 
get all the glory.

"Oh! You mean 'Oozy'!" Councilman Smith piped up for the first time.  As 
I looked in his direction, I noticed that he was staring smokily at Doc, 
and sporting his own impressive spear. Unlike Bill, however, he seemed 
not at all embarrassed by it.

Ruth laughed as she finally understood what was being asked.

"Why?" she asked, "Aren't they that - what did you call it? - 'horny' on 
Earth?"

A little taken aback by the question, I had to consider my words 
carefully.  Our orders were not to disturb the societies we encountered, 
so that anthropologists could study the effects of their isolation from 
Earth. THIS planet, I thought, was going to be an INTERESTING study!

"Our customs are, um, a little different on Earth." I temporized, "I 
suppose our young people are very 'oozy', but they're not as, um, unin- 
uh, free about showing it!"

The three Edenites looked at each other with consternation.

"But how do they let each other know when they want to cop?" Dr. Chong 
asked for all of them.

Doc saved my bacon by jumping in with, "Let's just say our, um, customs, 
are very different from some of yours.  After two thousand years, that's 
understandable, don't you think? If you like, we'll have Earth send out 
a team of sociologists and psychologists to fill you in on all of that. 
  For now, before we visit your lovely planet, assuming of course that 
we're invited, I think those of us from the Golden Hind should learn as 
much about your customs and laws as possible, so we don't, um, step on 
any toes while we're here."

"Of course you're invited!" Ruth and Manuel both seemed shocked at the 
very suggestion that we wouldn't be welcome.

"We've never had much need for laws, though." Ruth continued, "I mean 
everyone knows you don't put big men and little girls together, and 
before we have babies, everyone checks the gene database to be sure 
their prospective lover isn't too close a relative, but those are just 
common sense!"

"What about theft, rape, murder," I asked, wondering if Eden was really 
living up to its name, "and other violent crimes?"

"Why would anyone steal what's readily available to everyone?" Ruth 
asked, puzzled, "Why would they force sex on a fellow human? Most can 
have sex merely by asking, and if they aren't attractive to volunteer 
partners, they can always go to the sex workers. I'm aware of these 
words from the sleep-learning, but their meanings have always puzzled 
me.  Yes, occasionally a member of our society does something that's bad 
for another, or for the society in general, but his or her neighbors 
take care of the problem.  As for murder, well, anyone who hurts or 
kills someone else without good reason, will soon find himself the 
target of his victims neighbors darts."

At my puzzled expression, Ruth raised her right arm in the direction of 
a board on which several pieces of paper hung from pins. Her wrist bent 
downward and there was a barely audible click. A tiny flechette embedded 
itself in the board.

"From the time of the first generation of Edenites," she said, 
matter-of-factly, "we have been given these implants at birth. 
Originally, the poisons used were manufactured and each dart was coated 
with enough to kill another human. That had drawbacks. An accidental 
scratch during reload could kill a person. About two hundred years ago, 
our scientists found a way to cause our bodies to grow the darts as 
splinters of bone secrete the poison that coated them. Unlike the 
manufactured poisons however, those secreted by our bodies cannot kill 
us or members of our immediate families. This has prevented some 
unfortunate accidents.  It also means that family members have to find 
safer ways of settling their differences."

"What about kids?" I gasped, "Surely you don't let little ones run 
around with these deadly weapons!"

"Oh, children grow up with the dart projectors so that their use becomes 
natural and spontaneous.  They play competitive games and even shoot 
each other with them. Since their bodies don't produce the toxins until 
they reach puberty, it's reasonably safe, though we supervise them 
carefully to protect young eyes and such."

We were definitely going to have to watch our step on this planet! There 
may not be any cops, uh police, but vigilante justice promised to be 
swift and deadly! The spring-blades the Federation implanted at knees 
and elbows of its military personnel would be no match for those little 
dart-guns unless one were REALLY close!

I thought about making a quick trip back to the airlock to retrieve my 
IonGun, but decided, instead, to THOROUGHLY brief the crew before 
allowing them liberty planetside.

"What other kinds of behavior should we avoid?" I asked, realizing as 
the words left my mouth that, since they knew nothing of our laws and 
customs the councilmembers probably didn't have the right frame of 
reference to provide a complete answer to that.

"Oh, you know," Ruth waved a hand airily about, dismissing the question 
as unimportant, "you and your crew will, of course, contribute to our 
gene pool?  We've so far avoided the problems from inbreeding, but some 
new genes would help to ensure that we'll be viable for a much longer time!"

I smiled, "After four months in space, with only each other for company, 
we'll be happy to 'spread the wealth' among your people, won't we Bill?"

Bill had the grace to blush, but nodded his assent.

"Oh, uh," I fumbled for a polite way to ask, "what about money? How will 
our crew pay for what they consume?"

"Money?" the three Edenites looked at each other for help.  Finding 
none, they turned back to us. "What is money?"

We explained about monetary systems on Earth, and alternatives such as 
barter. They understood the words well enough, but apparently not the 
concept.

"We've never really had a use for such things here." Ruth said with a 
frown, "There's plenty of everything for everyone, and as long as 
everyone contributes his or her share, why would anyone refuse them 
anything? Now I've known about a rude individual or two who didn't carry 
his or her load.  After a while, they got pretty lonely. Nobody would 
cop with them, didn't even want to hang around them.  When the word got 
out, even the Red Ribbons - the sex workers - wouldn't have anything to 
do with them. It's pretty rude to take what you haven't earned, and our 
society really doesn't like impolite people. As far as you and your crew 
are concerned, well, your DNA will buy a lot of good will, and just the 
knowledge you add to our databases will be worth a lot, as well, so I 
wouldn't worry too much about 'paying' for stuff."

We asked and answered questions for another couple of hours, then 
offered to show the Edenites around the Golden Hind.  That took another 
couple of hours, which gave Doc time to cycle the crew through the decon 
shots.  Each crewmember was given a supply of anti-bios to be handed out 
to locals with whom they wished to share their DNA, or just fuck around 
with.

We gave them the lowdown on the local customs in a shipwide briefing 
after the Gig had taken the Edenites home: Don't do kids if you're male, 
even if they ask. Don't force yourself on anyone, for anything. If you 
can't find a volunteer, look for a red-ribboned professional. Above all, 
watch how the the locals treat each other BEFORE you get drunk, and 
always, ALWAYS be aware of those dart guns!

After I set up the watch schedule, Gail and I paired up for a little 
liberty. On the way to the surface, we had time to discuss what we had 
discovered about this marvelous planet and its people.

"It's amazing!" Gail exclaimed, "Not having had to evolve in a hostile 
environment as our ancestors did, these people have formed a society 
based on manners! They don't need armies because going to war would be 
rude!"

"Better yet," I replied, "Their only currency is sex! No need for 
accountants, stock markets, brokers, bankers, or any of the other 
baggage that comes with monetary systems.  How simple can life be?"

"Well," Doc temporized, "I imagine there are complexities of which we, 
as outsiders, aren't yet aware.  Still, those little dart guns give one 
pause."

"Actually, I suspect they help keep it simple." I said, "Everyone HAS to 
be aware of what's acceptable behavior. If you get out of line, you die. 
  At the same time, if you're too quick to dart someone, you'll wind up 
dead, too!"

Gail grinned, "Yeah, I guess it IS a self-regulating system. The 
sociologists are going to have a field day with the Edenites!"

"Not only that, but about half of the Federation is going to want to 
emigrate to Eden!" I laughed.

Gail sobered and replied, "Yeah, and the other half is going to want to 
come here and mend their errant ways."

Upon landing, we were politely directed to a public gathering place that 
served both food and drink.

Intoxicating beverages were available almost everywhere, but few of the 
locals partook. Everywhere we went we were politely mobbed by locals who 
wanted to hear about Earth and just get a look at the Earth people.  I 
asked one of them why not many of them were drinking.

"Coupla reasons I reckon." she replied thoughtfully, "First, it don't do 
a body no good, what with bein' poison an' all.  Second, you git a 
little tipsy an' you do sumpin' impolite.  That might not sound like 
much of a reason, but we all got to live t'gether here an' them that 
ain't polite got a hard time findin' somebody to cop with."

She paused a few seconds as if thinking, then continued, "Too, ya git 
too rude, ya could get darted."

I looked around at nearby members of my crew, some already a few sheets 
to the wind, and asked, "I hope my crew doesn't step that far over the 
line..."

She grinned and said "Not to worry. We'll make allowances long as they 
don't hurt nobody, but I gotta tell ya, ain't nobody gonna wanna cop 
with a drunk. Even th' ribbons won't touch 'em."

THAT was an eye-opener.  I triggered the command transmitter in my jaw 
and told the bo'sun to pass the word.  A rejected, horny drunk can get 
impolite in a hurry.  The bo'sun passed the word quickly through his own 
implant. I saw him walking around and whispering in the ears of a few, 
as well.  There was a sudden flurry of orders for milder beverages.

Gail and I got a number of propositions from guys of all ages, some 
pretty well endowed. (Yes, most of the people on the planet were nude, 
except for footwear and decorative clothing and jewelry).

We politely turned them away, until one of the local women clued us in, 
not too subtly.

"Whut, you two too good for us?" she asked with disdain, "Ain't none'a 
these fine young men good enough to cop with Earth ladies?"

The way she said 'ladies' sounded like something tasted really bad in 
her mouth.

Gail and I looked at each other, aghast. "Oh no! We just weren't sure 
what was the right thing to do, being new to your planet and all."

The people around us guffawed. "Well, hell!" our former detractor 
laughed, slapping me on the back, "The right thing to do is grab one or 
more'a these eager young men an' go cop the hell out of 'em!  I mean, 
unless you're thinkin' about takin' up residence here, ain't nobody 
gonna bother ta open his valve for ya, but coppin's fun, an' ever' one'a 
these studs'd love ta know that he'd made it with an Earth girl!"

Doctor Chong, on the orbiter, had explained about the birth control 
valves implanted in both males and females as they reached puberty, so I 
understood the comment about them not making me pregnant, I was just 
flabbergasted that we were in such demand.

"Oh," our informant continued, "they'd never be so impolite as to brag 
about it, but they'd like to see if you're any different than the women 
they've been with all their lives.  'Course the boys from Earth are 
gonna be in even greater demand. Ev'ry girl I know's been unlockin' her 
gates in hopes of gettin' an Earth baby, 'cludin' me!"

Gail and I looked at each other, shrugged, and turned to the crowd 
around us. "Ok, boys," I said, "I don't think I can handle more than 
three or four at a time, so I'll take you, you, and... you!"

The chosen ones beamed and crowded close, as the rest migrated toward 
Gail.  I didn't get a chance to see who she took, because I was busy 
trying to figure out how to handle three eager Edenites.

My first choice appeared to be a strong-looking twenty-something with a 
pleasant smile and respectable tackle.  He introduced himself as Dave. 
The second guy was a little older, maybe in his forties, and not quite 
as well hung, but he had a calm, steady look about him that appealed to 
me. His name was Hank.

My final choice had been made on a flight of whimsy, but seemed to cause 
no concern for the Edenites. This young man, Rack, couldn't have been 
more than twelve years old, but had the steady gaze of a much older 
person, and a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

"Um, okay, guys," I said, "my place is a little far away.  Any of you 
know a place nearby where we can get some privacy?"

Hank said, "Wall, nobody'd bat an eyelash if we'uz to do it right here, 
but if it's privacy you want, my place is just around th' corner."

I looked at the other two for confirmation, and we followed Hank to a 
neat plastifoam bungalow.

I got the feeling that if I had decided to take charge, I could have had 
these polite gentlemen any way I wanted them, but decided to just go 
with the flow and see what developed.

I handed them each one of the anti-bios, which they all took gratefully. 
Hank, being the oldest, suggested a few things to the others, and they 
followed along willingly. Rack knelt between my legs and gently pried my 
thighs apart, while the two older men started on my ears and neck.

With my arms around their shoulders, I reveled in the expert nibbling 
and sucking at my most sensitive areas, wondering where Rack had gotten 
off to.

I didn't have to wonder long.  A warm, slender tongue wormed its way 
between my labia and began expertly lapping at my clit!

As if they had worked together at loving women all their lives, these 
three horny Edenites turned me this way and that, impeccably polite, but 
always passionate.  I found myself seated on Dave's big spike while Rack 
gently entered my lubricated ass!  When I gasped at the unexpected 
sensation, a soft, warm penis planted itself in my mouth, and I eagerly 
sucked it to hardness, reveling in the feel of the long, slender shaft 
sliding easily down my throat!

I grabbed Hank's ass and urged him to face-fuck me as my hips slammed 
back and forth between the two cocks at my nether end! I was lost in the 
unadulterated lust of being triple-fucked when I realized that my three 
studs weren't moving.  I heard a soft exclamation from over my shoulder.

"Sweet Suzie's Snapping Snatch!" Rack muttered breathlessly.

I opened my eyes and pulled off of Hank's dick long enough to ask: "Is 
something wrong, guys?"

"You'll have to forgive our manners, ma'am," Hank answered for all of 
them, "but we've never known a woman that'd swallow a whole dick like 
that!  I sure hope you'll teach somebody how to do that before you leave!"

"Well," I smiled, "It does take a little practice, and a modicum of 
self-control.  Some women never get the hang of it!"

"Well, ma'am," Hank replied, "most times a feller ain't gonna talk about 
sex with a lady.  This time, though, I got a feeling you're going to be 
a legend by tomorrow! Hope you don't mind, but it would be rude not to 
share this!"

I laughed at the thought. "If you think I'm good at this, wait 'til 
you've tried some of my crew.  There're long watches in space when the 
crew needs to be awake, but there's not much to do, so they get really 
creative with their fu... copping!"

With that, I went back to work on Hank's rigid cock, and the other two 
began pounding my pussy and ass with renewed vigor!  I took Hank's hands 
and put them on my head, coaxing him to fuck my throat.  Once he was 
sure it was really what I wanted, he wasted no time in face-fucking me!

This was insanely erotic!  I had to maintain a certain level of decorum 
shipboard, so I spread my bed-time among my officers as even-handedly as 
I could, and never allowed myself more than one lover at a time.  In 
this place, though, I was under no such restrictions, and my long-pent 
lust spread like a cloud that enveloped all of us!

I came, and came again as my three studs pounded me! At some point, they 
rotated, and my mouth was empty for a while as Rack cleaned himself 
thoroughly before plunging his youthful spear down my throat!

"I'm sorry ma'am!" he cried, after only a few minutes, "It's just too wild!"

Rack's nuts emptied about a pint of cum down my throat, and I swallowed 
it eagerly, coaxing as much as I could from his still-hard cock, and 
milking the last few drops onto my tongue as he withdrew, panting.

As Dave withdrew from my rear and washed himself, Hank picked me up and 
laid me face up across the table with my head hanging down.  His long, 
slender spear made one last plunge into my pussy before diving into my 
ass! As I gasped from the sudden change, Dave's monster rod appeared at 
my mouth.  I'd had bigger, but I wanted to warn him to go slow so I 
could get used to it.  I needn't have worried. He knew how big he was 
compared to the other two and took his time, letting me relax my throat 
to accomodate his girth.

Soon, Dave, too, had gotten fully embedded in my mouth, and as I hung 
limply between them, he and Hank 'copped' me at both ends!  When they 
alternated their thrusts, I felt as though one long pole was sliding 
back and forth through my body, impaling me from end to end!  When they 
synchronized their thrusts, though, all I could do was hang on for the 
ride... and CUM! I don't remember how many times I came before those 
boys finally unloaded inside me, but I felt like I was on a wild roller 
coaster, speeding from peak to valley and back up again, over and over!

At some point, Rack rejoined us and started expertly licking and sucking 
at my breasts, intensifying the sensations even more! I began to wonder 
if these marvelous men would ever run down, when finally, almost as if 
on cue, they blasted me fore and aft with a barrage of man-seed that 
threatened to overwhelm me!

"Sorry, ma'am." Dave said, as he slowly pulled his wilting member from 
my throat, "Norm'lly we'd be able to keep goin' longer, but that dick 
swallowin' thing is just too much!"

"You boys did just fine!" I panted hoarsely, "I don't know how much more 
of that my throat could have taken!"

"Are you all right ma'am!" they all cried in alarm, "Did we hurt you?!"

"Throat's just a little raw, boys." I smiled, "The meds'll take care of 
it in short order, and it was well worth it for the pleasure you fellas 
have given me!"

Even Hank beamed and blushed at the compliment!

I cleaned myself up with the guys watching, since there were no doors on 
the hygiene facilities, and allowed them to escort me back to the 
eating/drinking establishment that served as a public gathering place. I 
kissed each of them and thanked them for a wonderful evening, then made 
my way back to the gig.  Gail staggered wearily through the airlock just 
as the pilot was finishing his pre-flight checks.

"My GOD!" she exclaimed, "These Edenites can FUCK!"

I nodded, remembering my own night of debauchery, "Yeah, I had three of 
'em at once and they were like a well-oiled machine!  I thought they'd 
never cum, but they kept me cumming for hours! Even that twelve-year-old 
fucked like a pro!"

"You wanted to try the young ones too?" Gail laughed, "I had a damn 
ten-year-old that fucked like a rabbit! Even though he didn't last as 
long as the older ones, he never got soft! That little 'copper' just 
kept going and going!"

By the time we got back to the ship, the shuttle had already returned 
with the second watch, and the crewmembers from the first watch, having 
heard the tales of the returnees, were eager to get planetside.

"Just remember boys!" the bosun warned, "If you want to get your pipes 
cleaned, lay off the booze! And whatever you do, don't fuck around with 
anybody that doesn't want it! There's plenty of lovely ladies and 
gentlemen down there that'd kill for the chance to fuck one of the 
fleet's finest so don't take chances!"

The next morning, at the Captain's briefing, I faced my senior officers. 
Besides total satiation from their liberty on the planet's surface, 
there was a contented glow of a successful mission permeating the 
compartment.  I hated to throw cold water on the mood, but I felt I had 
to at least broach the idea.

"I know it feels good to have found this planet on the first leg of our 
mission," I said, "and you're to be congratulated on the fine work 
you've done to get us here. Now, however, I want to ask you to think 
about what we report back to the Federation - and its potential effect 
on these people."

"What do you mean, 'potential effect'?" Bill asked, "The Feds will send 
teams of sociologists and anthropologists, and they'll have a field day 
studying this place, but so what?"

"And after they send their reports back," I prompted, "and word gets out 
about what kind of place this is?"

"Then every religion you can think of will be here to try to save the 
souls of these sinners, " Gail picked up the thread, "but it won't do 
any good - they'll just be laughed at."

"Then...?" I asked.

"Then they'll start getting insistent," Rahid, the chief engineer said, 
"and they'll get rude and somebody'll dart one or more of 'em."

"And...?" I wanted them to figure it out for themselves so it would mean 
more to them.

"And then the Feds will want to step in and investigate and punish the 
offender!" This from Harley, the Weapons officer, "Then they'll want the 
Edenites to pass laws, and when they refuse, there'll be this whole 
self-righteous 'we're going to have to take over and run the place for 
your own good.' kind of thing, and the next thing you know we've brought 
laws and 'morality' and all the evils of the Federation to these, these 
Innocents!"

Comprehension dawned on the faces of the others.

"So what do we do?" asked Gail.

"Well," I said, "we could falsify our report..."

"Never work," Bill said, "the crew..."

"...would never keep their mouths shut!" Rahid continued, "And the AI's 
probably wouldn't go along with it."

"Actually," I said, "Mary's willing to help, and she could probably 
persuade the other AI's, but I don't want to do that except as a last 
resort.  The crew won't be in touch with anyone else in the Federation 
for a few years, and anything can happen in that time, so maybe they'll 
forget..."

Everyone was silent for a while.  The chances of the crew forgetting a 
planet where everybody screwed everybody freely and openly were pretty 
slim, and we all knew it.

"All right," I said, "give it some thought.  I'm going to meet with the 
full council this morning and I'll at least clue them in."

A few hours later, I found myself in the middle of an informal gathering 
of Edenites who seemed to come from all walks of life.

"You certainly have a casual approach to government." I commented to 
Ruth Hightower as we watched the councilmembers mill about.

"Government!?" She laughed, "Oh, we don't have a government!  The 
council is just a way of getting things done that affect large segments 
of Eden's population.  Representatives tend to be whoever is respected 
enough within their communities and has the time to attend these 
meetings.  We listen to the needs of each of their communities, and then 
try to reach a consensus about how to best handle it.  Sometimes we have 
to put together intercommunity volunteer groups to deal with a problem, 
and sometimes it's just a matter of getting someone with the right 
expertise to lend his or her time to the community in need."

"Well, Ruth," I sighed, "I hope you're as flexible as it sounds like you 
are, because once our report reaches the Federation, you're going to be 
inundated with all kinds of visitors, each of whom will want to save you 
from yourselves!"

I spent more than four hours explaining, as best I could, what would 
happen in the aftermath of our report. I spent another two hours with 
Ruth and a few others explaining possible options.

"As I said," I wound down, "some will claim that Earth, and subsequently 
the Federation, has sovereignty over you because they funded your 
colony.  You need only point out that you have been independent of Earth 
for almost two thousand years, and that as such you are a sovereign 
planet in your own right. As such, it is incumbent upon any and all 
visitors from the Federation to abide by YOUR laws and customs.  Once 
you have clearly described how your society operates, anyone who 
violates those customs is subject to the same treatment as your citizens."

"Thank you, Cecilia," Ruth said, "I think I understand this 'law' 
concept a little better now and we should be able to use it to our 
advantage.  You and your crew, of course, are welcome here anytime, 
subject to those same conditions."

She softened that with a friendly grin.

"Thank you, Ruth." I replied sincerely, "Our stay here has been MOST 
pleasant, and I look forward to visiting again.  I do hope my crew 
didn't get too rude last night.  At least they all survived!"

"Oh, a couple of them came close to getting darted," Ruth smiled, "but 
we made allowances for their ignorance.  Most were, if not polite, at 
least reasonably well-behaved. Of course, the injection of fresh DNA 
into our gene pool was much appreciated by all.  You women, though, 
apparently have at least one trick to teach us! The story of that dick 
swallowing thing you do is all over the planet this morning, and every 
woman on Eden wants to know how you do it! Mary Beth told me in her 
report this morning that little Melly almost puked her guts out trying 
to do it to Marty!"

I had to laugh! "It's really just a matter of controlling the gag 
reflex! It takes some practice, but there's no real technique to it! 
Once you get to where you can take it down your throat, then you just 
try to figure out how to make it feel best for your partner."

"Gag reflex, huh?" Ruth said, "I'll have to try that!"

____________

Two months later, Federation standard time, we cleared the gravity 
threshold of Eden's primary and activated the Folder, headed for our 
next colony.

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