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“Yes?” Happy hope beamed at her from both men. “You are sure?”

“Just…be careful, okay? I…maybe we aren’t actually compatible for…this.” She gripped each man’s shoulder.

Rusp spoke to Sherv. “We should let Jemi first. He is most experience and gentle.”

The licks between Irene’s legs paused. “I be real gentle. Make Irene happy and come again.”

His fingers moved in her, stretching her, easing her open. She couldn’t believe he was touching her there. As she accepted she was indeed going to allow them to do what they were going to do, she was just as surprised to find the sensation not unpleasant.

Maybe it would be okay. She was desperate for it to be so. She wanted them to have good memories of her when they recalled the too-short time they’d shared.

“Jemi first,” Sherv agreed. A roguish grin appeared, and he winked at Irene. “You like Jemi make love. He was service Imdiko in pleasure club before I met him. Knows all the tricks.”

Irene had no idea what Sherv was talking about, but she gathered Jemi was had some sort of skill. He was apparently the best choice to introduce a woman to sex.

“Okay. Jemi it is.” She smiled, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as it felt.

The Imdiko retreated to sit up so he knelt between her legs. Irene missed feeling him, even there. He grabbed some cleansing wipes and rubbed them on his hands. He tossed them toward the wall. A section slid out to catch it, then returned to seamless invisibility.

“I teach new lovers. They are happy by me. Nobody complain,” he said as he stripped off his shirt. As his lean-muscled torso came into view…no evidence of his physical impairment to look at him, no sir…Irene experienced a renewed surge of interest. She did crave this, at least on a primitive level.

Then he stood on the bed, awkwardly enough that when his knee buckled slightly, Rusp steadied him, his hand on his thigh. Jemi flashed an appreciative smile and stripped off his pants.

He wore no underclothes. Irene stared at the pair of thick, glistening shafts hovering overhead. Her heart skipped a beat. Were they supposed to be so big? Her mouth went dry.

“You’ve never been with an Earther woman,” she croaked.

Jemi, assisted by Rusp and Sherv, knelt. “No. But I show Kalquorian women. You are close as same size. No big difference from you and the four I had.”

“Lucky bastard,” Rusp groused. “Most men don’t sleep with even one Kalquorian woman. Females too rare.”

“I like being service Imdiko. My high rating give me chance nobody else get.” Jemi beamed without a trace of embarrassment.

“Stop showing off.” Rusp gave him a little shove.

“So jealous. Sit up, Irene. You feel me? See nothing scared for.” He grasped her upper arms and pulled her to an upright position.

She bit her lip. As hard as she’d found it in the past to avoid ogling their crotches, it now demanded effort to look. They were about to have sex. He was big, and he had two, one of which would go where she’d never expected to have to worry about anything going. If they hadn’t been so clearly thrilled at the prospect, she’d have jumped off the bed and run for her quarters.

Jemi lifted the stiff front cock higher so she could get a good view of the one beneath it. “Smaller. Not too difficult for first time.”

Smaller. She had the urge to bray hysterical laughter. It was smaller than its companion, all right, but still more than she could imagine allowing in her ass. Only the first couple inches of the tapered appendage was the width or less of the three fingers he’d used on her. From there, his girth grew until it met his groin, where its circumference appeared to match her calf’s.

It isn’tthatbig. You’re just scared.

Yes, she was.

“Give me your hand.” He held his out, palm up.

She did so, her fingers wrapping around his grip. He smiled and adjusted so the back of her hand nestled in his palm. He tugged until she cupped his cock. She nearly yanked from the touch of slick heat, but stopped herself. She let him curl her fingers around the shaft, which jerked in her grip.

She stared at the flesh she held, which flushed slightly darker than the rest of his skin. She waited for something to happen. Nothing did. She clasped a man’s sex…one of them, anyway…and nothing terrible occurred.

“See? Is only penis.” He sounded breathier than before, and Irene’s handful twitched again. Beyond that, nothing changed.

“It’s wet. Like I get.”

“Earther men different?”

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