She felt movement within her belly. The smaller cock opened its petals and grabbed her uterus. She almost swooned from the waves of ecstasy this created. She felt it close again, clasping her womb within its petals like a lover’s hand. Then something probed deep within her, entered her cervix and filled her womb. Warm liquid spurted into her vagina, settled inside her womb, and she screamed in ecstasy as it tingled and spread throughout her abdomen creating a delicious warmth.
“More,” she screamed as he started to withdraw. “I want more…”
He lowered her to the feathers and lay her down again and she watched as he curled beside her, his face close to hers.
She touched his face, his lips, gazed into his beautiful eyes that glowed with desire for her. “Who are you?” she whispered. “My God, if this is Heaven, I want to stay here.”
But his answer was to silence her lips with his.
She pulled away. “Who are you? Where am I?” she whispered urgently, while groping for his cock, wanting to explore that strange wonderful tool.
* * * * *
“Narida, wake up. Narida.”
“Who are you?” she whispered again and struggling out of her dream, she slowly opened her eyes. She was surrounded by a team of doctors, nurses hovering behind them, all dressed in protective suits.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital, Narida. Your pod crashed into an asteroid, or it crashed into you. You were lucky one of our ships was nearby. They rescued you.”
Disoriented, she glanced around then realized she was back home, on Earth. “Where is he?”
“Who?”
Her mind cleared a little. “Nevermind. How badly am I hurt?”
“That’s just it. We’ve run tests on you, but you’re perfectly okay. There’s not a scratch on you. We were just waiting for you to wake up from your coma. There is only one small problem, which we fail to understand and puzzles us. Maybe you can throw light on the matter, as to what happened before the crash. Did you ever reach Kantvinare? Or did you do as you usually do—disobey orders and decided to do some exploring of your own on a strange, unexplored planet?”
“Planet? Explore? I was on a mission. I never got to my destination. What is it that’s puzzling you?”
“See for yourself.”
A mirror descended from the ceiling.
A doctor pulled the sheet off her body and she lay naked. Feeling so many male eyes examine her from head to toe caused a gush of cum to seep from her vagina, her clitoris to pulse, and her nipples to harden. She looked up into the mirror and saw her reflection and gasped.
Against the white sheets, her body looked very mauve. Her skin was radiant with a fluorescent glow and her hair had become a deep purple. The eyes that gazed back at her were light, like the man who had made love to her. On her nipples and the purple aureole she saw bright sparkling droplets reflecting in the mirror like little stars.
The medical team around her faded. She opened her legs a little and saw her swollen genitals, a bud the size of a rosebud growing just above her clitoris. She reached out to touch it, feel the petals that had formed and watched as they opened for her. In its center was a small round seedpod, its walls so fragile it looked like a miniature soap bubble. Within, she saw the shape of a tiny fetus…
“Oh my God… It was not a dream,” she murmured.
TIME WARP
“Computer, set a course for Hilroy Space Station,” Jan ordered, and leaned back as the shuttle turned and settled on its course. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about her two weeks leave and what she’d do. Star Quest, one of Earth’s largest explorers, would continue on its journey to the planet Alphenon and pick her up again on its return, at the same time fueling up and taking in supplies.
Her mind dwelt on the few men she knew on the station and instantly her libido surfaced causing her to shift uncomfortably in her seat, the seatbelt hampering her movement.
“What’s the problem?” Dorian, her second in command asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. He was not much liked by the crew on the Hilroy. A stern, unsmiling man, oozing nothing but standoffishness, he kept much to himself. Vaguely she wondered if he even possessed an ounce of sensuality in that stocky body. He wasn’t that bad looking, she felt, and if only he’d have a friendlier attitude, his face could even be quite handsome. Her gaze dwelt briefly on his crotch and she wondered if the bulge showing clearly through the black tights indicated that his cock was as stocky as his body.
“Cat got your tongue?”
This caused her to swing her chair to face him. To her amazement his dark eyes were lit up with merry little lights dancing in them, his lips drawn into a slight smile. She noted how the skin on his temples crinkled as he smiled and for the first time her attention was drawn to his normally neatly combed dark hair, now somewhat ruffled and showing signs of curliness. “Sorry, I was thinking about how to spend my leave. What are you going to do these next two weeks?”
“I don’t know yet. Don’t know any people on the station, so I’ll be a little lost.”
“No family waiting for you there?”
“No,” he said curtly.
She obviously touched a sore spot. “I see. Well, maybe we can hang out together sometimes,” she offered hesitantly and sent him a smile, though she had no idea why she offered, except that suddenly this man seemed half attractive. She felt his gaze travel her body, the tight suit, she knew, showed off all her curves. “Phew, it’s hot. Maybe I should turn the heat down a bit,” she said while pulling the zipper of her suit down to well below her cleavage and she watched his eyes rivet on that spot. “These latex suits are too warm for traveling. Don’t you find?”
“Yes. The alternative is to take them off and change into something more comfortable, but the officials awaiting us at the station might frown heavily if we arrive in holiday clothing.”
“We can always put them on again,” she suggested, the thought of changing right there, with him watching, making her hot and sticky between her legs. “You first.”
He unbuckled and stood up, then walked to the locker where they’d stored their baggage. He pulled out his carry-on case, opened it and pulled out a pair of shorts. Jan didn’t wait for Dorian to start. She got up, too, and without even bothering to open her locker, she took off her boots and peeled out of the tight suit, never taking her eyes off him. As he stepped out of his suit and straightened, he looked at her and she saw hot lust in his eyes, causing them to be blacker than the night. As she’d suspected, his cock was stocky, like his body, but man alive it was fat. She’d not had sex with that many men, but his was by far the thickest scepter she’d ever seen. Slowly it rose to the occasion and stood up in all its glory, pulsating slowly against his flat abdomen. She felt her clit suddenly aching. She’d been far too long without actual sex, virtual sex never quite that satisfying and the jelly dildo, though it did its job, wasn’t the actual thing.
Automatically, her hand stole down to her clit. She parted her legs slightly and rubbed the nub, now throbbing painfully with the want of that cock inside her. Dorian still stood frozen, only his eyes moving as they roamed her breasts and then focused on her clit. Sensually, she raised the finger to her lips and licked it while sidling up to him. She rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest, the nipples hard as rocks.
“This is a conflict of interest,” Dorian said, his voice two octaves deeper than normally. “We work together.”
“Not right now we don’t,” she whispered and encased his cock within her hand. It was so thick her fingers didn’t even encompass it. She moved the skin back and forth slowly, then sank gracefully to the height of his thighs and took it into her mouth. She sucked and felt his hand on her head, taking out the pins from her blonde hair and when it tumbled loose, he grasped two hands full of it and yanked her up.
“You tantalizing bitch! You’ve got no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve f
antasized about you for the last six months. You with your hair loose, your blue eyes, those gorgeous lips,” he breathed against her face.
“Only six months?” she whispered huskily against his lips and nibbled on them gently, her tongue probing them apart.
“That’s when I first started to take notice of you…you’re like a moon goddess with your light hair, that ivory skin…”
She felt herself roughly turned around and he pushed her forward and rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her bum. To accommodate him, she spread her legs wide and bent further forward.
“Oh my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said. She felt his hot breath on her skin as he bent down, the stubble on his face lightly scratching. His fingers spread the cheeks. She sucked in her breath as his tongue circled her anus, licked the crack from top to bottom, back again, and then continued on to her clit. His tongue played with her, licked the lips, the labia, and teased the small bud until she thought it would burst loose from her body. When his tongue finally entered her vagina, she thought she’d die with the want of his cock inside her.
“Stop that, Dorian. For God’s sake, fuck me!” she yelled.
“Shortly,” he said and continued his teasing until he pushed her down completely and she lay face down on the cool, hard floor. For moments she felt his body weigh her down, but then his arms circled her and holding her tight, he rolled them over until she lay beneath him. He kissed her then, long and hard, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples.
When his mouth left hers and his tongue traveled slowly down, trailing kisses down to her breasts, she arched her hips against his pelvis, feeling his cock rub against her clit. But he sucked her nipples first, tantalizing her, making her wait.
He finally entered her, though slowly. She felt her vagina stretch to its limits as he inserted the bulbous head and started to inch in. When he was in halfway, she climaxed and knew her juices would lubricate her sufficiently to take him. He thrust into her with one push and she gasped as he filled her. She wished his cock was longer, reached further inside, but when he started to move within her and rotate it, all those thoughts were gone.
The shuttle jerked for a moment, as if disturbed by the couple’s sex play. Jan felt it, but didn’t care right then what was happening. She felt sheer exhilaration as he fucked her as she’d never been fucked before. It was almost as good as taking off in the shuttle, departure always giving her a surge of libido like no man had ever matched. Her ears buzzed as if the shuttle had gained speed, as if they were out in deep dark space and while joined together were shooting for a far star.
She felt his body spasm and was disappointed when he pulled out and ejaculated on her belly. The pearly come pooled on her flat abdomen, settled in her bellybutton. She’d climaxed several times already but wanted to feel his come shoot into her, cause the final explosion within her. But she guessed he was afraid she’d not used birth control.
“Dorian, I never would have guessed,” she whispered huskily, still panting from exertion.
“Neither would I, lady. You hide well under that cool façade you present…”
“I do?”
“Yes, don’t act all innocent and unknowing now. You act with an aloofness that seems untouchable, a superior attitude.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Working with so many men, I understand.”
“You’ve got no idea how I’ve longed for a real man. Virtual sex just doesn’t do it for me.”
“You’d better check and see if we’re still on course. Maybe all this unusual movement threw us off,” he said with a chuckle.
“Computer, check course,” she ordered.
The computer was silent.
“Computer, check course!” she said in a louder voice.
Silence.
Unnerved now, Jan pushed Dorian off her body and jumped up. Still naked, she ran to the control panel. “What the hell… Dorian, come here!”
Dorian joined her and he too stared at the panel. “We’re way off course and also traveling at an unbelievable speed. Open the view panel.”
“That could be dangerous. While we were fucking I felt a jolt. Maybe something hit us. If there’s any debris out there…a meteor shower…”
“Then turn on the view screen.”
“Why didn’t I think of that,” she muttered and pushed a button. A large screen showed them exactly what was going on outside the craft. “My God, what is that? Look at those colors… It looks as if we’re in some kind of vortex.”
“Yes. You’d better check the computer and see if it can reprogram. If not, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
“Yes. If the speed keeps increasing, the craft won’t stand up to it.” Even as she said the words, she watched the numbers climb and groans and creaks started. Her fingers worked swiftly, but nothing worked. The speed was so high now that it was cutting off her breath. “Strap yourself in,” she told Dorian. “Be prepared. I don’t think we’ll make it through this.”
“I don’t want to die like this. Let’s continue what we were doing at least…”
“Don’t be stupid. In just moments the shuttle will start spinning out of control and we’ll end up on the ceiling,” she snapped while strapping herself in.
“Well, at least let me get dressed…”
“No fucking time, man. Sit down!” she yelled.
It was as if a ton of bricks settled on her chest as the shuttle reached maximum speed and she gasped for air. It didn’t take long or everything started to go black before her eyes and she passed out…
* * * * *
Jan tried to escape from the depths of a very deep dark lake. She dreamed she was drowning, gasping for air as she struggled upward to the surface. When her head broke clear of the water, she gasped, inhaling deep gulps of air, her chest heaving as her lungs labored. Finally, she could breathe normally. “Dorian, are you okay?” she asked and looked at the man beside her.
She screamed. There was nothing left of Dorian but a skeleton, its gaping mouth a last scream for help, a gasp for air. Then how come she had survived? She gazed at the blank screen and frantically stabbed at the buttons. Nothing, just static. A furiously blinking light winked on and off on the control panel indicating that the craft had landed.
But where?
“Computer, where are we?”
Computer was silent.
She stabbed at more buttons to get an atmospheric reading, but all the monitors blinked furiously, the images on them a jumble of corrupted signals. She tried hailing the Star Quest again, without success.
After unbuckling her seatbelt, she stood. For a few moments her legs felt wobbly. Pulling herself together she wandered aimlessly into the cabin wondering what to do next. The craft had landed or crashed. Without knowing where, it wasn’t wise to open the hatch. But neither could she stay where she was.
She scanned the floor for her suit, her boots, but all she saw was scattered dust. Opening the locker, she noticed the carry-on bags were reduced to dust as well. “Great. I have to venture into the unknown naked,” she muttered. Suddenly this caused a rush of excitement to start in her stomach and fluttered with fragile wings of butterflies down to her crotch. Unconsciously she grabbed at her clit and rubbed it hard for a moment, trying to erase the sudden rush of sexual desire that attacked.
Walking back to the control panel, she noticed that the first-aid compartment had fallen open. The heavy metal first-aid kit was still intact, as was the emergency food supply box, and her sinso recorder. They were constructed from valano steel, a metal mined on the planet Valan, a steel, when processed, nothing could destroy. Quickly she grabbed the recorder. If she opened the hatch a crack, she could measure the atmosphere and quickly shut the hatch again if the atmosphere was poisonous or lacked sufficient oxygen. She stabbed at the buttons on the recorder and let out her breath when she saw that it worked fine. The crash had not damaged the internal fine mechanism
.
She climbed the ladder to the hatch and turned the wheel to open it. She set the recorder and held it near the crack. But through that small opening she could see a baby blue sky so it caused a little sparkle of hope. When the recorder beeped, she turned the wheel and closed the hatch. It was too dark in the tube so she climbed down to look at the reading.
“Thank God,” she said softly when she read the oxygen levels and the device had not recorded any levels of radiation.
She took the first-aid kit out of the compartment and the communication device and looked for a way to carry all of it. Without her belt, she had no place to put the recorder and she had nothing to pin the small communication device onto. She opened the emergency food supply case and placed both devices inside it and some medical supplies.
She paused and sat down on the floor to gather her thoughts. “I’m on my own,” she said aloud. “There could be anything out there and I don’t have any weapons.” She felt a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, then slowly the fear caused her libido to rise again. She ran her hands over her breasts and played with her nipples. She had to get rid of this heightened tension before she ventured outside so she leaned back against the wall and opened her legs. For a moment she remembered Dorian’s fat cock inside her and in seconds her vagina leaked cum onto her ready fingers. Frantically she inserted a finger, two, then three and swirled them around inside her vagina, her thumb rubbing the hard nub at the same time. Wave upon wave of ecstasy ran through her body, a delicious heat warming her, and she felt her cunt dripping with her juices as she screamed her arousal. Her final climax washed over her like the waves breaking onto a beach…
Pulling herself together, she rose, picked up the case and approached the ladder. She left it at the bottom of the ladder to open the hatch first. The wheel turned easily and soon she gazed up at a perfectly round patch of blue sky. Quickly she went down to fetch one case, threw it through the open hatch, and climbed out onto the warm surface of the shuttle, now eager to see what awaited her outside the craft.
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