by Jay Kohl
She felt the deep rumble of his laugh as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. His mouth was close and she wanted to kiss him. She turned her face to him, but he evaded her, dragging his lower lip over her earlobe before he bit it.
“Ouch!”
“Don’t tell me that hurt,” he murmured. He undulated his hips, and again his cock pressed against her.
He parted her legs with one hand before again resuming his assault on her ass. With slick fingers he circled the delicate pucker before he pushed them deep inside.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as she felt the distant beginnings of an orgasm, the throb of her own heat as he worked his magic inside her. Each time he withdrew, he returned and pushed deeper and deeper until she thought he might split her. Then after a moment the rounded head of his cock took the place of his finger and the immense pressure of it sent her over the edge. Her wetness and the fire growing inside her allowed his cock to slip fully into her ass. The heat and the throbbing built until her lower body spasmed and she arched her back thrusting involuntarily backward. She felt him shudder and stiffen, and then with a long low growl, the spurting heat as he came inside her ass.
* * * * *
She couldn’t move. His weight smothered her, and her ass had begun to sting where he remained stiff inside her. She couldn’t understand it—several minutes had passed since he had blown inside her yet he was still hard and hot.
Edging her head around, she asked, “Can I get up now?”
With a nod he slipped out of her and again a moan erupted from her lips. He lifted himself just enough to let her flip over and then dropped his full weight on her body. His throbbing rod pulsed against her and she marveled that he was able to maintain it. Craig, her previous lover, always went soft within a minute and would have rolled over and gone to sleep without a word if she’d allowed him to stay. He’d certainly never made love the way Brad had just done.
But this wasn’t lovemaking. Brad wanted to punish her for not choosing him. He probably didn’t know it had been Stone’s decision, not hers.
“What now?” she asked, as she looked him full in the face for the first time since Stone had informed them.
“Just wait,” he said. “Shouldn’t be long.”
Less than a minute later she saw the door slide open. A man slipped into the room.
“What’s going on?” she demanded.
“The next stage of your seduction,” said Marcus. “Didn’t Brad tell you?”
She glared at Brad above her, but he merely laughed. “I was just getting to it,” he said. “Marcus has decided to join us.”
Marcus switched on the bedside lamp then began peeling off his clothes. She held her breath as he slowly exposed himself to her. She felt Brad’s cock pulse as Marcus shimmied out of his pants to reveal that he was ready to join in whatever game Brad had planned.
Darla wasn’t sure she was at all ready.
“She has a great, tight ass,” Brad said to Marcus, who raised his eyebrows in response. “I nearly came before I was inside.”
“I can’t do that again so soon,” she said in alarm—she’d just had her first taste of anal sex and though she’d had an amazing orgasm, she wasn’t yet willing to repeat the experience.
“It’s okay,” he reassured, “there’s plenty of places we can fuck you.”
Marcus came to stand beside them and Brad reached out and grabbed Marcus’s large cock. He drew the tip down to his mouth and circled the head with his tongue. Marcus’s legs quivered and he threw his head back in pleasure.
“Lick him with me,” Brad ordered her, and pulled the growing rod closer till their mouths were either side. “Run your tongue along it.” She did as she was told and when they both reached the end of the pulsing cock he stuck his tongue in her mouth and kissed her fully.
She lost all sense of self then, as his mouth consumed her and his body began to surge against hers. She could feel his cock pushing against her pubic bone, all hot and slippery, rubbing over her clit and making it throb again.
Marcus reached down and pulled Brad’s head back by his hair. “Hey, I need attention too,” he reminded him, and Brad simply smiled and took the tip of Marcus’s penis deep into his mouth. Lifting his leg Marcus leaned forward and pushed his balls into her face. “Lick them.”
Tentatively at first, she let her lips and tongue graze the delicate sac that held his balls. He moaned and began thrusting forward and back, and all she had to do was hold out her tongue. He maneuvered his body so she could touch him how he wanted to be touched. Brad released Marcus’s cock, leaving it all wet and shiny in the lamplight.
“Wait a minute,” Brad said. He lifted himself off the bed and grabbed her hips. “Turn this way,” he suggested, and dragged her to the edge of the settee with legs wide apart so her sex was open to him. He knelt between her legs and separated her lips before plunging his tongue directly in the spot she most needed to have touched. Her legs began to shake and she couldn’t help but lift her hips to him. His mouth was warm and moist and his teeth nibbled at her till she thought she’d come right off the bed.
He lifted his head with a smile and positioned himself closer so he could slide his cock straight into her. This time she did cry out. It was what she wanted.
He began to thrust into her, deep and hard and she felt the fire begin to burn inside her loins. It was like every fantasy she ever dreamt—she didn’t know how they could give each other up. She threw her head back onto the bed and let herself be carried away.
“Open your eyes, Darla. Watch,” Marcus commanded. Suddenly she felt bereft. “Look in the mirror. Watch,” he repeated.
Though she wanted to defy him, she knew she couldn’t. Instead she sat upright and wrapped her arms around Brad’s shoulders. He lifted and lowered her onto himself. Marcus, who’d been pumping himself with his hand, now kneeled behind Brad and gripped his hips. Darla’s eyes widened as he took his cock and began running it up and down the crack between Brad’s ass cheeks. Brad gyrated, and each time he withdrew from her he stuck his backside out a little farther, as if in invitation to Marcus.
Brad hugged her closer so she could watch over his shoulder, and she stared in fascination as Marcus gripped his cock and kept sliding up and down in time with Brad’s thrusts.
“Do you want me to fuck him?” Marcus asked her.
Wide eyed, she couldn’t help but nod.
Brad stopped moving as Marcus parted his cheeks and began probing the tight, dark orifice. He circled several times, and in the bedside mirror she could see Brad’s anus soften and stretch. Marcus’s cock began to disappear into Brad’s ass. She watched, mesmerized, as Marcus’s massive cock slowly slid deep.
She could feel Brad throbbing madly inside her as if he was about to come. Once Marcus was seated deep inside Brad closed his eyes, tilted his head back against Marcus’s face and gave a long, slow, “ahhhgg,” before opening his eyes and smiling at her as if in sheer delight.
The throbbing inside her eased before he began to move. He thrust forward, filling her, and she saw Marcus’s cock almost withdraw from Brad’s ass. Then he’d slip from her and thrust his backside as far back as he could, and Marcus’s cock would fill him. He moved slowly at first, then faster, and Marcus met his backward thrusts with a harder rhythm again.
“I love fucking you,” Marcus said into Brad’s ear.
She loved it too. As she watched, she became consumed by the feelings swirling inside her. Both these men belonged with her. The three of them surely belonged together.
Marcus slid a hand around to the front of Brad and began stroking her clit. Each time he thrust he rubbed his thumb over the swollen bud until she thought she’d die of pleasure.
“Isn’t this great? Marcus fucking me, fucking you?” Brad whispered to her. Then suddenly she was coming—waves of quivering pleasure struck her over and over till
thought she’d pass out. Heat rose and her breath shuddered in her lungs. The spasm made her grind her pubic bone against his again and again.
As she became aware of her surroundings she realized Brad was grinning at her. He pulled her hips to him and began to pump into her in a feverish frenzy. Marcus leaned closer too and thrust hard and quick in time with Brad. She saw Marcus suddenly stiffen and arch hard into Brad’s ass. Brad tilted back as far as he could, milking Marcus as he shuddered behind him. “Oh yes, fuck me!” Brad growled, “come in me!”
Marcus thrust again and again, moaning as his body jerked.
She could feel Brad quivering inside her even as Marcus came in him.
Then Brad pulled her tight against him, and she felt it shooting into her. Hot and wet. Brad called out both her name and Marcus’s in almost the same breath, before sliding out of her to sit back against Marcus’s lap.
Marcus was still inside him. He reached down and gripped Brad’s slippery penis and began to slowly pump it, forcing the last of his come to dribble over his hand, as his mouth and tongue worked at his Brad’s neck. “I love being inside you,” he whispered. Very slowly he thrust again.
Brad parted his legs farther around Marcus’s so when Darla looked down, she could see Marcus’s cock inside Brad, beneath his balls. His cock, wet and a deep red, slid in and out in a slow rhythm in time with his hand. Where Brad had softened a moment before, his cock had begun to harden again. She was astounded he could recover so quickly, and Marcus as well.
Marcus reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it down to his balls. “Touch me,” he ordered as he flexed and thrust upward into Brad.
She cupped his balls and felt them tighten.
“Oh yeah,” he crooned.
Captivated, she realized she couldn’t part them. There had to be an answer. They had thirteen more days before they were due to take off. Thirteen days for her to come up with a way to keep them all together.
* * * * *
“Dr. Wynter—what brings you here tonight?”
Darla schooled her features into a broad grin and held up a bottle of the best moonberry juice on the planet. “We’re about to embark on a very important mission, Dr. Foster…I, ahh, felt we should get to know each other a little before taking off. We’ve been working in different research areas recently and if we are to be working so closely…” She smiled again.
Foster blinked several times as if trying to decipher her words before ushering her inside his small apartment. “I must apologize,” he said as he tried to clear a space on a Comfortform seat. “I rarely get company now that Anton has transferred to the Jovian Space Station.” He looked around the small room and sighed. “There’ll be two new occupants here soon, I suppose. Here. Sit. I’ll just find a couple of clean vials.”
Darla knew he currently lived alone, unlike most other males on Titan. She recalled hearing that he and Professor Stone were close friends and had shared some years ago…which made her wonder whether their obvious dislike of each other stemmed from their time cohabiting. There were many rumors, of course, but nobody seemed to know the entire story.
Her own observations told her that Stone was more a career bureaucrat than scientist while Foster appeared so consumed by the research he cared little for cost, practicalities or the feelings of others. She’d learned that firsthand when he’d twice appropriated her research. A match up between Stone and Foster would’ve made for a volatile relationship…if indeed they’d had a relationship at all.
Anton Gessler, Foster’s most recent cohab, had been on her research team at one time, and she couldn’t imagine two more contrasting personalities. Anton had always struck her as a relaxed and happy sort of young man, while Foster’s unwavering focus on his work made him appear remote and abrupt.
Foster moved to a nearby console and pressed a button. While he busied himself, Darla slipped a small capsule into her mouth and bit down to release the resin she’d placed inside. Sitting in the body-molding chair, she managed to swallow the foul-tasting resin before Foster handed her a vial. She popped the closure and poured the juice into both vials.
“What is it you’d like to know, Dr. Wynter?”
“Darla, please. If we’re going to spend so much time together, we shouldn’t be quite so formal.
He nodded, and murmured her name as if embarrassed to do so. “I expect you should call me Ced, then. Again, what is it you wish to know?”
“First, a toast.” She stood and clinked her vial against his. “To our success!” She drank deeply, forcing Foster to put the vial to his lips, though he appeared to barely taste the liquid.
“So far as success is concerned, I suggest the fact that you are impregnated is a likely guarantee of that.”
“I suppose so—but a lot can happen between now and our destination. To a worry-free voyage,” she said, and clinked his vial again.
Foster frowned at the juice. Darla picked up the bottle and topped up Foster’s vial. “What research are you working on right now, Ced?”
“Have you not done your homework, Dr., ah, Darla? I would have thought you’d have learned as much as you could about your traveling companions once you were chosen for the mission.”
She sat again and sighed. “There’s been little time. What with interviewing potential third team members and wrapping up my current research project, I haven’t had a chance to do more than the most basic background search.”
He nodded his understanding. “Yes, there is much to do. My lab team is unhappy I won’t be able to carry on with our research. We are getting close to making a breakthrough and I have been putting in extra hours in the hope of doing so before we depart. I admit I’d welcome a delay, however Professor Stone is adamant I leave, so there’s nothing for it.”
“You really don’t want to go?”
He shook his head. “To be honest, I’d prefer it that you took both your young men, doctor. I believe my expertise is better utilized here on Titan. I have been protesting as much to Dr. Stone from the very beginning. Four pods are leaving over the next season—I could easily be aboard one of those instead. The last, if I had my way. But the professor insists otherwise. And since that is so…I don’t want to be rude…but perhaps we can finish this discussion later?”
“Oh, yes, of course,” she said as she stood, a sense of relief sweeping through her. She was doing the right thing. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Enjoy the rest of the juice…you might find it inspires an alternate course of action.”
He looked at the juice bottle a short moment before raising his eyebrows and sending her a piercing look. “I do like moonberry juice. Your own special blend, perhaps? Should I finish the entire bottle?”
“Yes, I blended the juice myself. I hope you like it.”
He lifted the vial and drew in its aroma. After a second she saw recognition dawn as he smiled a broad and knowing smile.
“Indeed, it is quite exquisite, Darla.” He raised the vial as if in salute before taking a large swallow. “Bon voyage.”
Chapter Six
Darla found herself again heading down the long hall to Professor Stone’s office, trepidation marking every step. Was Stone about to abandon the mission? Takeoff was less than twenty-four hours away and the summons she’d received was tagged UTMOST URGENCY.
The atmospheric physicists had assured her only yesterday that no solar flare activity had occurred that would hamper takeoff. Marcus was ready. She was ready.
Stone’s assistant waved her straight through. Darla swallowed down her fear at seeing the frantic look on the younger woman’s face.
“Ah, Dr. Wynter. Take a seat,” Stone commanded.
Darla sat, though she merely perched on the edge of the hard chair, finding it impossible to relax. The stern visage of her superior only added to her growing anxiety.
“We have a problem,” he stated.
; “Problem?” The word almost choked her. Perhaps he knew what she’d done. Perhaps she’d be banished to one of the outer settlements on Ganymede instead.
“Yes. It appears Dr. Foster has contracted the NZHV-329M virus and as you know, that will preclude his traveling outside the station. Any male with the virus is rendered impotent for at least two Earth years. His lab has been quarantined so he can continue his work while we isolate the source of the virus.”
Darla could feel the heat creeping up her throat, no doubt staining her cheeks. “But what does this mean for the mission? Will it be delayed?”
Stone drew his formidable brows together for a moment before sighing. “We cannot afford to hold off. HC has ordered that we go ahead as planned. We must include another researcher/mate for the mission.”
Darla’s heart did a little skip, but she quelled any outward reaction. Stone was just about mean enough to come up with someone equally unsuitable as Foster.
“Has a decision been made?” she asked hopefully.
“It appears that it was fortuitous that we had two candidates available in the first place. Dr. Hunter has been informed to prepare to co-man the mission. He is currently undergoing a final battery of tests to ensure this virus outbreak is not widespread. We’re testing Olsen again as well. If neither is infected, the mission will take off before tomorrow’s eclipse, as planned.”
Darla let out a relieved breath and tried to keep herself from smiling. While she regretted what she’d done to Foster, she knew it was for the greater good. For her, and Marcus, and Brad. Though the words were never uttered aloud, Foster appeared to approve of her intervention regardless of the repercussions. Most importantly, he’d kept it to himself. Otherwise she knew Stone would have banished her at the very least.
“You’d better go and finish your preparations, Dr. Wynter,” he said by way of dismissal, and turned to the console beside him.
She hurried down the hall and turned immediately for the MedUnit where Brad and Marcus were undoubtedly undergoing their testing. She passed through two waiting rooms before she found them in a small cubicle where full body scans were conducted. The technician was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t have to say a word. Both men erupted with broad, excited smiles as she entered.
