by Jan Springer
Flynn shook his head. "They should know better than to give us an untried female. Especially with this ménage experiment. What the hell were they thinking?"
Bryce had had similar concerns when he'd been briefed about this latest female.
"They want a virgin female. Think about it. When the people are finally free, many younger females will be virgins. Even the women who've had their one-child quota won’t know what to do with a penis, compliments of the memory erase of the insemination procedure they experience after penetration."
Flynn shook his head as annoyance flared in his eyes. "I just hope we don't get another screaming female."
"Well, I for one am looking forward to some kinky sex. Wearing the mandatory cock harness whenever I go out during the week is killing me."
Flynn chuckled. “Easy remedy. Just do that masturbation thing the legendary scrolls mentioned.”
Surprise whipped through Bryce. “And you actually took the time to read all those scrolls? I thought you hated reading?” The parchments were hundreds of pages long, and Bryce had only read the minimal requirements, which included masturbation. Too many pages to read, especially since he hated to read in the first place.
Flynn cocked his eyebrow again. “When it comes to sex, I’ll read anything.”
“Visitor alert.” The compudeck’s monotone female voice echoed through the room.
“She’s here!” Anticipation rushed through Bryce and he quickly stood and started for the door.
“Showtime.” Flynn sang out happily as he joined Bryce. He laughed at how quickly Flynn’s attitude had changed from serious to cheerful. That was Flynn for you. Moody, but thankfully dependable.
In the dangerous work the two of them were involved in, having someone trustworthy at his back was crucial to sanity and to avoiding Elimination.
* * * * *
Flynn didn’t know why he was so damn excited. The last experiment had been over before it even began. The other couple of research projects before that were with emotionless women who’d gone through the gestures of sex, mainly because the Rebels had been unable to fully disengage their Pleasure Blocks without causing them to also go hysterical. But Rebel scientists had recently made some advances and this particular female who they were awaiting was said to have had a complete Pleasure Block removal without a problem. This experiment should prove interesting.
When Bryce, his partner in this experiment, ordered the compudeck to open the door and Flynn spied the pretty brunette standing there, his shaft reacted at the graphic stimulation. Not a ten on the looker scale, but there was defiance in her sparkling green eyes that made his entire body and mind sit up and take notice. He knew his interest had everything to do with his being off the Blocker and reacting as a natural male.
Beside him, Bryce had taken exceptional notice as well. He stood tense as he stared at her with an odd expression. Very odd.
Flynn took another look at her. She seemed familiar, but that idea was quickly forgotten when the air whooshed out of his lungs and her soft scent whispered into his nostrils.
Flowers. That was it. She smelled of those tiny pink flowers he enjoyed sniffing when he walked through the Gardens.
She wore a simple white dress that hugged all her perfect curves. Her pert breasts and plump nipples pressed boldly against the material and he resisted reaching out and cupping them. To feel their heaviness in his palms. To take her nipples into his mouth and suck until writhed and moaned in pleasure.
He blew out a tense breath and continued his inspection.
She had a narrow waist and exceptionally wide hips and long legs. His gaze drew higher. Her plain brown hair was curly and tumbled to her shoulders and she had short bangs. Her face was heart-shaped and there were some intriguing brown freckles spattered across her rosy cheeks. Her lips were plump and red and she had the cutest upturned nose. The bold way she stared at him, had him thinking this female was going to give to them as good as she got.
She nodded to them in greeting.
“I’m Michaela Long. You are expecting me.”
She attempted a smile, giving him a glimpse of perfect white teeth. Quickly, her succulent lips closed and dipped into a nervous frown. She appeared frightened and Flynn’s protective instincts kicked in. He resisted the overwhelming urge to grab her, pull her against him, hold her tightly and reassure her that she would enjoy the experiments. But such a gesture might frighten her even more.
“I’m Flynn.” he said and he nodded to his partner. “This is Bryce. He’s part of the experiment. Please come in.”
Bryce said a quick hello and stepped out of the way, allowing the female to enter. That’s when Flynn realized her familiarity. He had seen her in the Gardens, and because his Blocker had always been on until recently, he’d never so much as reacted to her. But he was responding now. Big time.
“Can I pour you a pomegranate juice? Or how about some cukemelon sandwiches?” Bryce offered as she sat in a chair.
Flynn’s cock jerked at the erotic way Michaela’s see-through chair embraced her curvy ass. Sweet biosphere! Such a wild reaction he was having to her buttocks. He’d have to remember his attraction when he wrote his notes for the Rebels.
“Have you been briefed about what is required of you?” Flynn asked.
He wanted to be sure she knew what she was getting into before he let himself fall any harder for her.
Her bold stare snapped a powerful jolt through him and she didn’t have to answer him to know she knew exactly what was required. The Rebels had done something right in picking this female for their experiment. Something very right, indeed.
* * * * *
Second thoughts whipped through Michaela like a storm as the two big men towered over her, staring at her. Had she been insane to volunteer her services for sexual experiments? Especially since that wonderful hum she’d experienced after the Rebels had freed her from the Blocker was now racing through her. The hungry way these two men studied her every move had her very aware of them. If she licked her lips, their gazes snapped to her mouth. If she wiggled her behind on the chair, they studied the way she moved.
Sweet biosphere! She’d only been here a few biomoments and they appeared to be undressing her with their lust-filled eyes. Had they never seen a woman before? They stared at her as if she were a delicacy to be devoured.
And she couldn’t stop looking at them either. Their lusty smiles made sweet little flip-flops roll through her belly. Flynn, taller than Bryce by several inches, had rugged features with high cheekbones and short dark-brown hair that was combed straight back off his forehead and sides.
Bryce had short-cropped, light-brown hair and a sensually shaped mouth that made her want to rub her mouth upon his. She shook that crazy idea aside and kept inspecting the men. She loved the way their arm muscles bulged beneath their tight white shirts. When her gaze drifted lower past their lean hips to between their thighs, she easily made out that neither man was wearing his mandatory cock harness, as their swollen shafts pushed eagerly against the restraints of their white pants.
“We’ll get started as soon as you feel comfortable,” Bryce said. Michaela liked that he was considerate of her comfort, and she enjoyed the warm jittery sensations flowing through her at his slightly crooked smile. The other man, Flynn, seemed more intense as he gazed at her with dark-blue eyes. But both men made her feel off balance, jittery and needy of something from them. But what?
But that’s why these experiments were being conducted, Anica had told her. To report on her sexual experiences so the Rebel scientists could study the three of them like the experimental rats with the twitchy pink noses in the food labs.
“I’m ready,” she lied. “I’d like to start now.”
The stunned looks on their faces infused doubts through her. But their surprised gazes gave way to expressions of an intensity which fired her blood. Overwhelmed, she wanted to run and hide from the shivers and needy fever taking hold.
Instincts.
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br /> Anica had said to just follow her instincts. And to relax. The Blocker had been designed to suppress human instincts and desire. Now that she’d been freed of the suppressant, she had to relearn everything that had once come naturally to humans.
“Are you sure?” Flynn broke into her thoughts. His eyes blazed with a blue wildness that reminded her of the excitement she’d seen reflected in Anica’s two men when they looked at her.
She nodded.
“Then we’ll take this into the sleep room,” Bryce replied. He held out his hand to her and to her shock, she automatically took it. The touch of his flesh pressing upon hers startled her. Intense heat zapped into her as his strong fingers intertwined with hers. To her surprise, he easily pulled her to her feet.
Strong man. He will easily overpower me. That idea intrigued Michaela and Bryce held her hand tightly, leading her down the hallway with Flynn close behind.
As she passed several open doorways, she glanced into the rooms, spying one large air bed in each chamber. The air around her grew heavy with anticipation and Michaela’s breaths came fast and harsh.
Images of Anica and her two Doctors burst into her mind. Memories of the uncontrollable way they’d writhed naked, their limbs tangled, their bodies pink with exertion and sparkling beautifully with perspiration, made Michaela’s nipples grow hard beneath her dress and a warm moistness caress the insides of her thighs.
Over the past bioweek, she’d completed the required reading from the Sacred Scrolls. She knew this wicked tenseness and passion infusing her was her awareness to the men.
Bryce led her into a room that contained an extremely wide bed. The numerous air pillows and pristine white sheets matched the white color on the walls. The floor was light gray and sparkling clean. There were no windows.
The Rebels hadn’t told her much. During her two top-secret meetings in obscure places in her Biosphere, the two people she’d met at each meeting had their faces concealed by dark hoods and masks. They’d warned her that her memories from the point she’d seen Anica and her two men and after would be instantly erased if she tried to tell anyone unauthorized about the Rebels or what she’d seen in Anica’s apartment. They’d informed her that, yes, she was off the OA Blocker, but a Rebel program had been inserted and she would be studied carefully during her trial period until she proved she could be trusted.
Truthfully, she couldn’t wrap her mind around who they were, how far their reach was and exactly how they were able to make it appear that her biorhythms remained normal to the OA. But she didn’t let her lack of knowledge over it bother her too much. She had a job to do. Have sex. Report on it and hopefully help free her people someday. For now that was good enough for her.
“How…long have you two been off your Blockers?” She asked, trying to find out more information about them as Bryce let go of her hand and Flynn walked to the bed and turned down the sheets.
“I’ve been off the Blocker several months,” Bryce said. “I do have it engaged when I go out in public and to work, but during these times in private…” Her gaze followed his hands as they moved to his shirt front. He touched the collar area in front and his shirt parted down the middle to reveal a broad chest with a thin spattering of light-brown hair. Excitement fluttered in her abdomen.
“I’ve been off just a few weeks,” Flynn said as he stood beside the bed. He followed Bryce’s example and touched the front of his shirt. It separated, allowing her a glimpse of his chest and tufts of dark-brown chest hair. Her throat went dry as both men removed their shirts to reveal their entire upper torsos. They had wide shoulders and plenty of rippling muscles in their arms.
She’d never seen men like this before. Had never wanted to, nor experienced the need to see them like this. Until now.
Heat fused through Michaela as Bryce touched an area above the magnificent bulge hidden beneath his white trousers. The top part of the pants parted down the middle, its sides flaring open. Surprise rocked her as a long cock burst forth. Big and swollen, its entire length was webbed with blue veins.
Oh, have mercy!
Chapter Three
He grabbed the base of his shaft and as he held himself, Bryce trailed his fingers along his ten-inch length of swollen flesh.
“How does the sight of his erection make you feel, Michaela?” Flynn asked. He stepped closer and she gazed down to find Flynn stroking his cock too. It was huge and swollen and so unbelievably long. Much longer than Bryce and with less veins.
“How does it make you feel seeing our cocks?” he prodded.
She wanted to say nothing was happening to her. Only because she continued to fear the OA, despite reassurances she was safe. But something was happening. Her breathing grew erratic and she became tense with an exquisite need for them to touch her…everywhere.
“How does this feel?” Flynn asked.
She stiffened as intense awareness shot through her at the hot, solid length of his cock rubbing against her clothed upper thigh. She wanted to answer him, truly she did. To tell him she was experiencing a wildness that she’d never known before, but she couldn’t speak. Could only stare at their luscious cocks. “How do you feel, Michaela?” Bryce insisted. He studied her as he moved in front of her. He’d removed all his clothing and his shaft was curling upward, straining toward his belly. Bulging muscles flexed in his biceps as he continued stroking himself. He mesmerized her. Oh, what a magnificent male.
“Are you hot? Like a fever is running through you?” Bryce asked.
His gaze grew more intense and dark as he awaited her answer. She nodded jerkily and moaned softly as Bryce reached out his hand. A gentle press at the base of her throat indicated he’d touched the release button on her dress. As it was designed to do, the front of her dress parted along the middle from her collar all the way down, the sides automatically opening. Warm air curled into the exposed area and caressed the curves of her breasts, her belly and between her trembling thighs.
Michaela struggled to breathe as Bryce’s eyes sparkled with appreciation.
“Yes,” she whispered as she pieced together some thoughts. “Hot, fever, I want… Something, but I don’t know what.”
Flynn’s cock poked against her upper right thigh like a scorching brand. Shivers of need zipped through her like fire. She trembled as Bryce removed his hands from his shaft and reached up. He slipped his hands between the parted opening of her dress and cupped her breasts into his hot palms. He held her flesh firmly and with his thumbs, brushed her nipples so lightly and so sweetly, they beaded. The erotic caresses twisted arousal through Michaela’s lower belly making a vibrant hunger roar to life.
Flynn joined Bryce, stepping around to her right front. While Bryce continued to hold her breasts, Flynn parted her dress, allowing her garment to drop off her shoulders. It slipped over her arms, and puddled on her wide hips. Both men leaned closer and exquisite anticipation made Michaela hold her breath as their lips parted, their mouths straining toward her breasts.
Her knees threatened to buckle as they took her stiff nipples into their mouths. Hot wetness dampened the area between her thighs and she became poised on the edge of something wild, carefree and perfectly sinful.
Oh sweet Biosphere! Their tongues lashed her trapped nipples like naughty whips. Their sharp teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, zinging a lightning line of sweet pain from her breasts down inside her belly deep into her vagina. Oh, so beautiful.
Impatiently, Michaela reached up and slapped her palms onto each of their muscle-riddled shoulders. She was thankful for the support, needed it as she melted into the pleasure. She yelped as Bryce’s hand slipped between her thighs and touched an excruciatingly sensitive area. Her clit. For a split second she recalled reading in the Sacred Scrolls about the clitoris, a bundle of delicate nerves located just above her vaginal opening. Rubbing it would bring extreme pleasure.
Impulsively, Michaela widened her legs, allowing his hand easier access. She whimpered as a finger dipped inside her and the
n out again. He began a firm, circular massage upon the sensitive spot and she gasped and writhed as tidal waves of pleasure crashed through her. Gyrating her hips harder against his hand, she lost complete control, moaning frantically at the shuddering waves whipping through her.
Oh! This was so enjoyable! She wanted more! She needed their shafts inside of her.
The men groaned as she dug her nails into their backs and rode the pleasure created by Bryce’s quick thrusting finger. When she calmed, he withdrew his hand and loud pops echoed through the room as they let go of her nipples. As they moved away, Michaela groaned in protest and tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy. The men’s breaths were raspy and frantic and the air sparked with tension as they moved into new positions around her.
One in front of her. One behind.
Michaela couldn’t speak. It was as if she were tongue-tied, trapped between the magnetic array of two hard bodies, yet neither touched her.
She could smell them. Bryce, strong, dominant and spicy, stood in front. Flynn, intense and needy tinged with the soft scent of clean, was behind.
Heated breath tingled over her lips. Instinctively, Michaela reached up and clasped her hands against Bryce’s waist. She parted her lip and jolted as a warm, moist mouth melted over hers. Her balance became compromised as something warm and moist lashed a succulent line between her pussy lips and melted over her pulsing clit. Ecstasy crashed into her. Guttural moans escaped from deep within her chest. The sounds were foreign, yet lovely.
She gasped as Flynn’s mouth fused over her pussy. He sucked hard and a wild frenzy swallowed her. Sensations rocked her and she bucked and jerked within the incredible shivers and the powerful hands that held her hips.
He swirled his tongue against her clit, licked it, whipped it and then dipped into her vagina and back out to tease her clit. Her knees almost buckled at the erotic onslaught. Her grip on Bryce tightened. His kiss intensified, making her heady and leaving her fighting to breathe.
