I left home early in the morning for one of my many travel seminars. This time I was heading to Iceland, a destination I have always wanted to go. As usual, these trips are for travel agents only and my husband could not go, besides, he was not able to get vacation from work even if he could have gone. In the past I have secretly taken him with me to annual conferences by giving him an agency identification card.
The plane left on time and I began dreaming about all the activities and places I was hoping to see especially the glaciers and Blue Lagoon. I made some small talk with my seat mate, who was Icelandic and gave me several tips. We flirted throughout the flight, but that was as far as it went. I arrived at the Reykjavik airport and was met by a tour guide who took me and several other agents from other flights to our hotel. I settled in for the night after a quick dinner of fish and some wine. I was eagerly awaiting our first meeting in the morning to find out what was in store for us.
Morning came and after breakfast I headed to our meeting in the grand room of the hotel. There must have been well over 1000 agents present. The itinerary was handed out and we began our day of meeting different industry professionals. I scheduled a glacier walk and a trip to the Blue Lagoon for the next day, beginning at 8am sharply.
The bus arrived the next morning and we departed for the glacier walk. Our glacier guide was a tall, well built, blonde young man. As usual, I sat in the first seat of the bus, directly next to the guide’s seat. He caught me staring at him a few times and we immediately began flirting. I was able to learn from him that he was single and was a native Icelander.
Once we arrived at the glacier we were given ice picks and boots. I made sure to stay near the guide, who was more than willing to help me through parts of the hike, especially the climbing up and down of the caverns. We remained at the glacier for several hours before heading off to the Blue Lagoon. The same guide remained with us and while on the bus, I found myself resting my hand on his leg and gently rubbing it. He looked over and smiled as he held my hand for the remainder of the bus ride. Once at the lagoon, we were ushered into changing rooms, where we were able to change into a swimsuit. I did not know if I would see the guide again, as there were several groups of tourists already at the lagoon.
I entered the lagoon, which was surprisingly warm, with the rest of my group and began swimming around. Unbeknownst to me, the guide had seen me enter the lagoon. He swam up behind me and startled me for a moment. He handed me a drink of Icelandic whiskey and I allowed him to hold me close to him. His hands began exploring my body and I felt his hand undo my top while his other hand gently caressed my exposed breast.
I was becoming very wet and excited and could feel that he was also, by the bulge I could feel growing in his swimsuit. His free hand gently moved the bottom piece of my swimsuit to the side and I felt the exhilarating feel of his fingers gently beginning to rub my swollen clit. My hand found its way into his shorts and I felt the largest cock I have ever held. I gently began stroking him as he began slowly finger fucking my swollen pussy. I had never done anything like this in the water with a stranger, but it felt so right. I wasn’t even thinking about my husband back home.
After about 20 minutes of playing with each other, we both came at about the same time and I collapsed into a trance in his arms. The announcement was made that the bus was leaving in 30 minutes to head back to the hotel. The guide said he was not going back on the bus with us, but asked if we still be in the area tomorrow and if I would like to take another tour of the Lagoon with him then. I told him that we were leaving for another city in the morning and would not be back in Reykjavik until it was time to fly home. The guide told me that was too bad as he really would like to see me at least once more before I left. We kissed a long and passionate kiss, said our goodbye’s, changed, and I got back on the bus for the ride back to the hotel. Unfortunately, I never got the guides name.
The event organizers had scheduled a formal dinner party for us tonight in the main dining area. After showering I walked down with a few of the women I had met earlier in the morning. We had assigned seating and were seated with people whom we did not know. This was standard for these types of events as we were supposed to make business connections with others in the industry to get and swap ideas. We had lobster, some type of white fish, steak, and an array of Icelandic sweets for dessert, along with all the drinks you could want.
While listening to the band play and watching others dancing, I felt a tap on my shoulder and my guide from earlier was standing there, all decked out in a nice evening jacket and jeans. He looked even more astounding than what I remembered from earlier. My jaw nearly dropped and I felt instantly alive and jittery, thinking back to earlier in the day. He asked if I cared to dance and before I knew it I was on the dance floor with him. Our hands were all over each other and I could feel that I was extremely wet and excited once again. Before I knew it we were in the elevator making out on the way up to my room.
We had barely entered the room when suddenly he pulled my blouse off, exposing my heaving 34C breasts in my very see through black bra. As he continued to caress my breasts and kiss me, I very slowly unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest, which was very well formed and solid. He slipped my dress off and my panties were soaked through from the anticipation of what was about to happen. I dropped to my knees and pulled his zipper down. My hands pulled his boxers out of the way, exposing his 10 inches of hard and thick manhood. I slowly and gently placed my mouth around his cock and began giving him the best blow job I knew how to give.
My hands cupped his ball sack and caressed his balls as I slowly took him in and out of my mouth, licking the shaft and head alternately. He picked me up and dropped onto the bed, pulling off my panties as I took off my bra. Before I knew it, my legs were in the air and he gently began thrusting his cock into me, deeper, and deeper, until he was all the way in. Faster and harder I called out to him. He immediately began giving me the fucking I have long desired.
He flipped me over and took me from behind, touching places with his cock no one else ever had. One hand continued caressing my breasts as his free hand began gently rubbing my asshole. I had never been taken in the ass before, but if it was going to happen, and I hoped it would, I was glad my anal virginity would be taken by him.
Slowly, as his cock was still thrusting in and out of me, I could feel a finger, then two, then three, begin fucking my asshole. I have never felt anything like it before and before I knew it, I was thrusting in orgasm and came all over his cock. He immediately pulled out and thrust his cock into my tight virgin asshole. I screamed out in ecstasy to take my ass and to shove it all the way in. I pushed back on his cock to help him in and grabbed his balls. I could feel his balls tighten as he was about to cum.
He pulled out and came all over my asshole and pussy. I immediately took his cock into my mouth and licked the remaining cum off his impressive cock. I collapsed on the bed, shaking from having the greatest orgasm of my life. He went into the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later fully dressed. He walked over to the bed, kissed me, and walked out of the room before I could ask if I would see him again. I was unable to sleep the rest of the night and found myself masturbating several times throughout the next 4 hours, each time bringing myself to orgasm. The final time I was unable to finish, as my cell phone rang and my husband was on the other end. He asked how I was doing and if I was having a good time. I could not lie to him and told him I was having a great time and would see him in a few days. The call was brief, as I had to wash up and get ready to leave Reykjavik for our next destination.
The remainder of the trip was nothing compared to that first night and I was unable to concentrate on any of the following seminars or trips, as I continually thought about my day and night with my tour guide, whose name I still never got. I returned home a few days later and now whenever fucking my husband, I think back to my time in Reykjavik, with my husband never knowing exactly what a good time I had.
[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FISTICUFFS APPEAR BRIEFLY; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]
[Son is drafted into chauffeuring his incredibly sexy mom to a distant mall. They almost get there too.]
I was understandably thrilled. I was all set to watch the Final Four; had my Ruffles (industrial 20 ounce size), 24 pack of Cokes, cold cuts, etc. What more could a young man want? Then it happened: I was drafted.
Mom wanted to go to a distant mall for this once-in-a-lifetime grand opening. For some reason, my father (her ‘old man’ as I called him) was pushing her to ask me to drive her.
He said one time she had almost dozed off driving during our Florida to New England roundtrip. No one else seemed to remember that, but she believed him.
Mom asked and then begged me to help her out. She said I could record the games on Tivo and watch them when we got back. I just nodded politely, knowing there was no way I was waiting for a week; I’d just have to ‘watch’ them on XM/Sirius radio as we drove.
We both assumed that he wanted me along for driver safety. We never dreamed he wanted us gone because he was having an affair. I would never have dreamt that, since my mother at 39 was built like Pamela Anderson.
She had a fantastic body with outrageously out-of-proportion boobs, an hourglass figure, a firm butt from jogging daily, and legs like Kelly Ripa.
So, why would anyone cheat on her? Little did we know until later that the affair was not with a woman. Apparently her ‘old man’ had ‘changed teams’ some time ago without telling her. That would explain his neglect of my gorgeous mother. God, what a waste. If only I had known…
Mom’s ‘old man’ was many things good (inherited money) and bad (looks, personality, etc.), but he was now reaching a new low.
While we were on this weeklong trip, he was going to set up a scheme to dump mom with no support and none of his precious trust fund. She (and I) would be homeless and penniless, while he’d be free to live ‘in or out of the closet’ with no one there to judge him…
Well, none of this affected mom and I for the moment. We were zooming up north in the family Town Car he had lent to us. The luscious soft Napa leather seats allowed mom to curl up with a pillow. She was wearing a yellow blouse, a simple skirt, and strappy shoes. She undid the shoes and curled up onto the seat to take a nap.
That left me free to listen quietly to the game on satellite radio. The boring highway scenery made my eyes wonder. I had never done anything naughty with my mom and never ‘looked her over’.
Well, with seven hours of driving, I had lots of time. So, I took ‘inventory’, from her blonde hair (with black roots) to her sparkling blue eyes, perfect little (fixed) nose, and Hollywood smile.
Geez, I had a beautiful mother! Well, she was asleep so I kept on going. That poor blouse: the tissue-thin gauzy yellow fabric of that blouse was straining, bursting at the seams. My mother’s plump breasts were just about to explode into view.
The rough itchy material had made her nipples erect like thumbs…they were ‘angry’ and pointed out and up. The material was so thin that I could actually see not just the areola but the little pinhole size opening at the middle of her precious nipples. When I realized that that was where my nourishment used to come from…her warm, sweet mother’s milk…I almost drove off the road.
We went over some bumps and her incredible tits bounced and jiggled sexily. For the first time, I started getting hard over my own mother. I felt ashamed but couldn’t control it.
When my review of mom’s assets continued, I saw mom’s trim waist and then those tanned shapely legs. She had her legs completely on the seat; those bikini-wax smooth legs and glistening thighs were like a lighthouse beacon, daring me to feel their unbelievable sex appeal.
As I steered with my left hand, my right hand was ‘boldly going where no man had recently gone before.’
Luckily, since my hand was warm from the sun, lightly placing it on her thigh didn’t awaken her. I proceeded to gently feel, caress and stroke every inch of her satiny thighs, velvety legs, and smooth, sexy feet. It was so f-cking exciting to finally get my hands on the love goddess that had subconsciously fascinated me all these years.
By the time my right hand had finished ‘scoping out’ her fantastic legs and delicate feet, I was harder than I had ever been. In the uncomfortable driving position, my now ten inch cock was sticking up thru my belt loop well above my navel.
And Lord, it was hard, hard as granite. Grabbing a quick glance at those jutting tits, I knew that I wanted my own mom…badly. What is more, I was going to have her by any means necessary. That wasn’t a sober decision: I was mesmerized—intoxicated by her beauty and now obsessed with bedding her.
We passed a mini-van that was packed with a handsome couple and their six rambunctious kids. I had always joked about those ‘wimp mobiles’. All of a sudden, the appeal of having all those offspring hit me on an instinctive level.
Looking back at mom, I wondered if she was still able to get pregnant. If she was, I wondered if she’d let me have the honor…the ULTIMATE honor…of pumping my genetic material, my sperm, inside of her, in the interest of getting her pregnant.
Now, all of a sudden, in the middle of nowhere, my ‘life’s calling’ had changed. Whatever it had been, I now had a new top priority…my ONLY priority…to get my supersexy mother pregnant…with MY baby.
There was a rest stop in the absolute middle of nowhere. I pulled over, careful not to awaken mom. I pulled into a work area where renovations were being done during the week (this was Saturday)–there we’d have some privacy.
I got out of the Town Car and used the remote key fob to open the trunk. Sure enough, there was my old bed roll from my Boy Scout days. I rolled it onto the densely grass-covered ground. Then I opened mom’s door, put my powerful hands beneath her on the leather seat, and gently lifted her in my arms. She started to stir.
Mom: “What…what are you doing, Jim? Why are we stopped here?”
Well, I couldn’t just tell her I had looked her over, felt her up during the trip and now wanted to fuck her. With nothing clever to say, I just proceeded to carry her a few short steps to the sleeping bag. I delicately put her down. She bolted up to her feet, seething.
Mom: “Now tell me right now, young man! What is going on…what do you have in mind?”
Oh, the hell with it, I thought. I grabbed mom by the collar of her tissue-thin blouse.
Me: “Mom, it’s like this. I know you haven’t ‘gotten any’ at home for a long time. Your old man is a pathetic weakling whose interests have gotten really odd. He should be worshipping you but instead spends time out ‘with the boys’.”
Me: “Well, it’s different with me; I would never neglect you. In fact, whether you liked it or not, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. If you were MY wife, I would make love to you constantly, five maybe six times on weekends.”
Me: “Soon your belly would be swollen and that would really excite me. You wouldn’t be fat…just pregnant. And we would go thru that cycle again and again and again until you couldn’t bear any more babies.”
Me: “I know if you were MY wife I’d always have a hard cock, and swollen balls, just itching to breed with you. Whenever anyone came to visit us, all they’d hear would be a wonderful cacophony of babies bawling—kind of a tribute to my potent sperm and your fertile womb.”
I don’t know why I thought that my mother would be swayed by that speech. Well, she wasn’t and backed away from me, holding up her hands to keep me back. I was disappointed but determined, not to say fixated. I held her by those lapels and proceeded to roughly undo the blouse buttons.
Off came the blouse. I paused for a moment to caress her perfect breasts. In spite of herself, her nipples immediately popped, throbbing into erection. I brushed them crudely with my rough hands, which made mom almost jump.
When I bent down to pay homage to those Playmate-of-the-year quality breasts, mom’s hands did their best to push me away. However, when my hungry mouth latched onto first one, then the other erect nipple, all of a sudden her eyes closed and her struggling ended.
I found the hidden zipper on the side seam of the skirt and unzipped it. Typical of men in such situations, I did not remember taking anything of mine off, yet found myself quite ‘unencumbered’ by clothing within seconds.
I pushed mom onto her back and lowered my head to honor her at her royal entrance. She grabbed at my densely thick mane of hair, trying to pull me away.
I would have none of that and proceeded to use my tongue to do a fair impression of Gene Simmons of KISS fame. Mom alternately pulled my head away and pushed my head down into her. Then, she held my head firmly, almost tearing handfuls of dark brown hair off as she shook in orgasm.
Her shout would’ve been hard to muffle in a hotel room or at home, but here in the wild outdoors, she could scream to high heavens. Boy did she ever.
Her shapely tanned legs slowly sank to the khaki green surface of the sleeping bag as she collapsed in total relief. It had been so long; in fact, her ‘old man’ had never given her the big ‘O’ like I just did.
I then dragged myself forward so we were face-to-face. I barely fit on the narrow sleeping bag. She was almost in tears she was so relieved from years of sexual tension and frustration. She kissed me as her eyes filled with tears.
Mom: “Thank you Jimmy! God, it’s been so long. I didn’t realize I was so fuckin’ horny. I think we can pack back up and finish our trip; I’ll never tell ‘Mr. Softee’, your father, about this—I promise.”
Well, that would be great, if my only intention was to ‘go down’ on mom. There was no f-cking way I was going to stop now. I stood up and showed her my answer to her suggestion we just get to that mall. My cock was saluting her at full rigidity, hard against my rippling abs, a ten inch tribute to manhood and virility.
Mom: “Oh, honey, it was so selfish of me; I apologize. Here, come over to me and I will get you off. Your old mom might be a broken down old hag, but I can still use my hands on a big beautiful bone like that.”
[She gestured for me to come to where she was kneeling, ready to 'service me'. At this point, I was not in the mood to just get a 'cranking'. No, I wanted it all.]
I walked up to mom and put my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to the sleeping bag on the ground. I then felt around with my cockhead until I found a blast furnace hot entryway. As I inserted my manly ten inch cock to that holiest of places, I thought I would be blocked, the pathway dry and barren.
In the event, my lengthy cock was greeted with warmth, wetness and excitement. Mom had some incredible rings of muscle in there. They proceeded to grab, squeeze, even twist my manhood ever so slightly.
When she let go, I would continue my feeding of her fertile depths with my cock. Slowly, gently, I could just barely fit the eighth, ninth, and finally…wait, wait, THERE!…the tenth inch.
I then began to make like a piston in a Ferrari, moving in and out at a stupendous rate of speed. At first my sack was slapping against her; at the speed I was going, it sounded like the applause at a concert performance.
Then, as my testes inflated with seed, my balls were swollen to the size of oranges and about the same weight. They pulled tightly against my frame as they prepared to unload their ocean of cum, some 96% pure baby-making sperm.
Thinking of not just making love but of breeding mom and claiming her as my own, I slowly rolled her on that rough sleeping bag. We ended up as if we were wrestling, with her shoulders ‘pinned’ and her legs up on my shoulders.
I could reach her demure beautiful feet from either side of my head, so I gave each gorgeous little foot a brief kiss. Meanwhile I relentlessly drove my ten inch charger in and out of her warmth with fierce determination and purpose.
I put my powerful hands around her pert behind and held tightly. My huge ten inch baby-maker proceeded to bathe mom’s cervical area with a stupendous spend of seed. It made like a Roman fountain for several minutes, with white thick streamers of semen dripping, flowing, spurting, and spraying.
Millions of my little genetic ‘volunteers’ now began their quest with GPS accuracy, all of them successfully finding their way to her uterus. I was lucky that she was at her cycle peak and that an ovum was sitting there totally unprotected.
My potent seed found that precious, wonderful ovum. With frenzied determination, those tadpoles attempted entry again and again, to no avail. It was inconceivable (pun intended), but not one of the throng of millions had gotten thru. Of course, mom and I had no idea of the outcome of this drama playing out so deeply inside of her.
I was totally spent and fell over like the traditional post-coital male rag doll. Fifteen minutes later, we gathered ourselves together and packed up. Back into the leather-lined security of the big Lincoln.
Fifteen miles per gallon added up to a pretty penny for our comfort, but for once, I wasn’t paying and didn’t care. Ninety minutes into our resumed trip, my mother started squirming on her seat.
Me: “Mom, is there something wrong? What’s the matter?”
All of a sudden, she gave me a devilish look. Her left hand brushed my cheek, followed the contours of my broad chest and chiseled abs down to where my manhood resided.
Reaching into the draw-string belt line of my athletic pants, she found my cock which magically erected right into her clutches. I almost swerved off the road. Fortunately, there was another rest stop five minutes away and I pulled over.
Me: “What the heck is going on?”
Mom: “I’m horny…I want to ball. You’re not going to tell me that you are finished for the day, are you?”
Me: “Actually, mom, I’ve never gone more than once per day. I’m sure that my pole might be up, but the reservoir is dry down below. Sorry, mom.”
I wasn’t just trying to talk her out of it. I really had never done it twice and would be mortified if she found me totally empty down there, like her useless old man. Well, she let go of my steel-hard manhood and moved that hand down below.
Her fingers expected to find a limp sack down there but instead cupped my restored and invigorated testes. My balls were once again incredibly heavy with seed.
As she massaged them, hefting them, judging them strictly by weight, I realized that my sack was swollen, ready to serve its purpose again. Instead of needing an entire day to re-charge, I was ready for mom in less than an hour.
As her soccer-mom hand cupped and bounced my testicles engorged with cum, I pulled away and jumped out of the big car. This time we would save time and just use the wide back seat. I gave mom a royal thumping. That back seat would never be the same as our bodies slapped together with fevered desperation.
Here were two sexually frustrated souls who had each found a perfect partner. She was just big enough to take all of my huge 10 inch love tool, which managed to touch every tender spot in her fertile depths. The raw uncut cockhead scraped and rubbed raw the sensitive walls that led from the entrance-to-heaven to heaven itself.
At the climax of our union, my mighty cock was deep enough to bend the last few inches at an angle, hooking up to the cervix. I held her tightly, my cockhead positioned perfectly deep inside her treasured vagina.
As one hand caressed her tingling nipples, and our lips played a game of kiss, lick, and love, my cock vibrated with incredible power. It swelled and the tiny opening at the cockhead middle expanded to the size of a silver dollar. With that, like volcanic lava, white thick foam proceeded to pour out in even greater quantity than before.
As we lay there, totally still in the sealed confines of that limousine, we could just barely hear the splash, squirt, and trickling of that magical liquid love as it bathed the receptive baby factory with a gigantic shipment of building blocks for one baby…if not two, three or four.
That cum must have been 98% pure sperm that second go-round as it oozed out in a long, continuous, never-ending flood. Within a few moments, mom’s pussy looked like a boiling pot, with froth freely dripping everywhere.
The excess goop was drooling down her satiny thighs, making a gooey mess of the expensive leather cushions. Well, that would be HIS problem, this being HIS car and all.
We lay there together, in total silence, with my hard cock still deep inside my gorgeous mother, still shooting every few minutes. After catching our breath, we kissed intimately celebrating the fact that we weren’t just ‘mother and son’ anymore.
Most sons didn’t give their mother a thick, rich ‘cream-pie’, with their pretty mother’s welcoming pussy lips dripping the very seed of life from their son. Most mothers didn’t finish an innocent trip to the mall with a womb injected with millions, perhaps billions, of potent sperm, all designed to make them pregnant.
At this point we decided to call off the ‘exciting’ shopping spree and head home. There were going to be a lot of changes and we wanted to start them quickly.
About halfway home, all of a sudden, mom got flush. Her nipples erected and she felt a slight ripple in her lower tummy. Curious, she looked into her blouse, surprised that her nipples were not just popped but enormous and much darker brown than before.
Mom: “I know this will sound funny, but I think I just conceived. You’re going to be a daddy and me, a very sexy mommy!”
I almost swerved off the road again. As it was, I turned to the shoulder, put on the flashers, and kissed my gorgeous mother in congratulations. I didn’t know if her intuition was right (it was), but I had never heard of a better reason to celebrate.
We kissed for several minutes and my hands wandered to those very same pouting nipples. My hands felt like they had been singed with heat; I undid her blouse and marveled at the miraculous change that had occurred only moments before.
Mom’s tiny knobs had been transformed into the sexiest nursing nipples I could imagine. I licked and kissed them, making mom’s eyes close in passion. I went to her ear:
Me: [Whispering] “If it’s a boy, and I know it will be, that lucky sucker is going to have a high time suckling your white gold, all that warm, sweet breastmilk. You’ll have a hard time weaning him, when he turns eighteen and has to go to college.” [For once, my 'man's intuition' was correct; the fetus would be male.]
What happened next was pure luck. Mom’s old man assumed that we were hours and hours away by now, shopping our little hearts out. He gave mom a cell phone call, feeling confident and safe with hundreds of miles of ‘buffer’.
The ‘old man’: “Sue, this is never easy to say, but I think that I can do better than you; I want a divorce. Before you start getting illusions about riches, know that I kept my trust money separate; in fact, I even put our commingled funds in an offshore account.”
The ‘old man’: “Now, you can’t even get money that was yours. Hate to burst your bubble and all, but that’s how it’s going to be!” [He laughed a little, then hung up.]
Mom was stunned. Here she thought that she was going to surprise him with divorce, though one that would have a fair settlement. Now he up and made the first move, with full intentions of cheating her. The one thing that we had was this: he thought we were many miles up north, whereas we were just pulling into the driveway.
We saw a strange car out front. Something told me to be quiet and I motioned mom to follow my lead. I grabbed the little digital camera we kept in the Lincoln glove box (in case we had to document an accident.) We almost tiptoed into the house.
Author’s Note: For those readers who are not familiar with the ‘In a Mirror Darkly’ espisodes of Star Trek Enterprise, this is an episode in which Archer and the crew are seen as they would be in a ‘mirror’ universe. Archer is a power-hungry jerk. These episodes (a two-parter, actually) puts the ‘Ho’ in Hoshi – and at the end she announces herself as ‘Empress Hoshi Sato’.
One more note for those who are wondering. The ‘Enterprise – the Other Side’ series has 16 ‘episodes’ currently in the story line. This is episode #10, so stay tuned….
This is a work of fiction, although loosely based on two particular episodes of a popular sci-fi series. I own neither the series nor the characters; but I do own the work presented here. I have taken significant liberties with the characters, and hope you enjoy it!
Amanda showed up on time as always, dressed in a very slinky pantsuit that clung to her body like a second skin. Trip looked her up and down and let out a low whistle. “Looking good baby. Looking damn good.” he told her, grabbing her to thrust his tongue into her waiting mouth. His hands found her backside and fondled the firm flesh as she ground her pelvis against his. The combination brought his member to life in a hurry, and Trip pulled her into his quarters and closed the door behind them. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. “Time for a little appetizer girl. You know the drill.” he told her, unzipping his fly to pull his dick out. He looked down to position his cockhead against her lips and pushed. Amanda opened her mouth and took his dick inside, sucking as he grabbed her head to fuck her face. “Yeah baby. Suck it nice and I’ll give you a snack.”
Amanda knew her place, allowing the XO to use her as he wished. There would be no favors; but at least she wouldn’t be passed around the officer’s pool if she kept him happy. She knew he was fucking the other women, and she had taken a couple of the other men when they suited her purposes, plus the Major had come around for seconds – and thirds – in her butt. She worked Trip’s meat with her tongue as she sucked, and it wasn’t long before he let go a blast of his seed into her throat. She gagged and gurgled as she swallowed his load of semen, licking at his cock to clean him up before he yanked it free. She licked her lips and swallowed again as he reached down to pull her to her feet.
“Go clean yourself up girl, and we’ll go get a bite to eat.” Trip ordered, giving her a hard swat on the ass. “Oh… and thanks for the quickie.” he added as he leered at her derriere. I’ll have that ass later he thought, licking his lips. He pushed his organ back into his pants and zipped up the fly, going into the alcove to wipe his hands on a damp cloth. The Corporal appeared from the bathroom, almost as good as when she’d arrived. “Let’s have some chow!” Trip said, heading for the captain’s mess.
“So we’re having dinner with Archer?” Amanda asked, unsure about that idea. The last time she was in that room she was gang raped.
“No. Archer is busy and gave us the room and services for the evening meal.” Trip replied. “Food is better than the mess hall, ya know.” he added with a chuckle. He opened the door and waved her in – to the empty room.
Amanda let go a sigh of relief that there wasn’t a gang of thugs awaiting their arrival. She liked a good screw as well as the next girl; but having a bunch of horny bastards abuse her for their amusement wasn’t her idea of fun. But of course that was the order of business on Archer’s crew. No matter the other values a female may bring to his success, their primary purpose was to satisfy the lewd and perverse sexual appetites of the male crew. She was just happy to have gotten the attention of the officers. As a non-com, she would normally have been the subject of regular ‘group sessions’ with the male non-coms, where the ratio of men to women was more than six to one. She’d heard the horror stories. On one occasion four non-com men had cornered her in the mess hall and were about to render her unable to resist when Trip and Malcom happened upon the group and pulled rank on the men. Of course she was then obliged to ‘reward’ the two officers; but even that was preferred to the non-com party. Her thoughts were interrupted when their meal arrived.
“Eat up girl, if you’re lucky you’ll need the energy.” Trip taunted her, cutting a big bite of his steak. This was a ‘date’, and they would be watching a movie in Archer’s personal theater after dinner; but he did plan on getting some action later. All of his evenings ended with satisfaction, one way or another. They ate in silence, both of them wolfing down the excellent food while washing it down with a bottle of wine from Archer’s large inventory. That bastard has the best of everything, and if he wasn’t careful that would be challenged Trip thought. The steward brought in the dessert. Pecan pie for him and a slice of cheesecake for Amanda, served with a cup of coffee. After they’d finished Trip stood up and caught Amanda’s eye. “Ready for a flick?” he asked. Amanda stood up and took his hand as they walked the short distance to Archer’s theater. She knew what to expect as far as the ‘feature film’ went, as Archer’s collection comprised primarily pornography and she knew Trip enjoyed his porn. No doubt she would be expected to perform some act he would see in the movie.
They walked into the theater, Trip’s big hand fondling her ass as they walked. He gave her a swat. “Make yourself useful and get us some popcorn and drinks girl.” he ordered, running his hand between her legs.
Amanda went to the bar, selecting a package of popcorn to put into the vintage cooker Archer had insisted upon before going to the refrigerator. “Beer?” she asked.
“Yeah that’ll do for starters.” Trip replied.
She pulled out two cold ones and withdrew the popcorn from the cooker, walking back over to where Trip was waiting. He already had his pecker out of his pants and he laughed when she stopped. “What?” he asked. “I’m just making things easy on you bitch.” he spat at her. “Now sit your purty ass down here.” he ordered. She did as he told her, tolerating his groping fingers as he sorted through the menu of ‘movies’ available to them. “Oh yeah… here we go… some good old fanny fuckin’ in this one..” he said to himself, choosing a video called ‘The Booty Nebula’ and pressing play. Amanda had one hand on Trip’s cock as she had a few kernels of popcorn and sipped on her beer.
Just as Trip was about to suggest that Amanda get busy on his organ the door opened and Travis appeared. “Hey brother, come on in and let’s party!” Trip suggested.
Amanda hated hearing those words, as it inevitably meant she would be doing both men in the most uncomfortable of positions right here in the damned theater. She’d been here before. Travis took her by the elbow and picked her up. “Show off your cute suit girl. Let Travis see how hot you look.” he ordered, twirling his finger in the air. She turned around slowly, knowing the two men were leering at her body. She flinched as Trip gave her backside a hard smack followed by a thorough fondling accompanied by his usual taunting laugh. He pulled her back down into the seat and motioned for Travis to come over. “Come on man, why don’t you sit right there on the other side of Corporal Cole.” he suggested. The young black Ensign was there in moments. Trip reached over and unzipped the front of Amanda’s suit, tugging the fabric aside to expose her breasts. She gave him the eye and he took a handful. “You know the drill bitch. If we want to touch, we touch. If we want a little somethin’, we get a little somethin’. If we both want to fuck you then that’s what happens. Right?” he taunted her, pinching a nipple to punctuate his question.
“Y-YES.” she stammered. “OKAY!” she added, hoping he would stop his painful manipulation.
The video had been playing the whole time, the scene being one with a pretty young human girl being buffeted between a Klingon fucking her face and an Andorian skewering her asshole. Travis laughed. “Hey Trip, which end do you want first?” he asked, hoping the action would begin soon. He was aware most of the guys had done Amanda more than once, and other than the blowjob she had given him he’d not been in there. She was a hot one.
Trip thought about it for a moment, then reached over to unzip her suit the rest of the way down to her navel. “Why don’t you get out of that suit and bring those lips over here bitch. Stick that hot ass of yours up so my friend Travis and have a taste while you’re at it.” he ordered, helping her pull the suit off and taking her thong panties with it. He knew Travis wanted a turn in her backside as it had been a topic of discussion at the weekly poker game. Everyone at table had done her in the butt at least once.
Amanda had resigned herself to her fate this evening, letting the men pull her into the position they wanted. She opened her mouth to take Trip’s dick for the second time in the last few hours, his hands grasping her hair to pull her head down as she felt Travis’ fingers poking into her cunt and asshole. Then she felt something much more pleasant than she was accustomed to when the man’s wet tongue pushed into her bottom. “MPHHHHLLLGPHHH” she mumbled around the meat in her mouth. She couldn’t recall the last time a man had performed analingus on her. Then a thick finger was first pushed into her pussy, then forced all the way up her butt, and she knew the game was on.
Travis looked at the girl’s hot backside, the little brown wrinkle tight and puckering as he watched his friend forcing his pecker into her mouth. Rather than trying to force his black pole up her rear without any lube he pushed it into her wet pussy first, taking a couple of strokes into her belly before pulling out and repositioning. Trip was watching as much as he could see. “Fuck her tight ass my friend. Put your black dick up her rearend.” Then he pulled the girl’s head up and off his own meat. “You want Travis to fuck you up the ass, don’t you baby?” he taunted her. She nodded and Trip shoved her head back down. “Come on Travis. Fuck this bitch in the ass.” Travis positioned the head of his penis against the puckering little ring and pushed. Amanda’s bottom shook and shuddered as he forced a good six inches of his thick tool into her rectal channel. Trip chuckled. “Yeah man, fill up her tight ass with that monster.”
Travis gazed down at his rock-hard organ stretching Amanda’s butthole, watching the ring clinging to his dick as he slipped it in and out an inch or so. “Damn this girl is TIGHT back here!” he said hoarsely. He slowly withdrew his meat from her backside and leaned close to deposit a glob of his spittle in the gaping hole before pushing back inside. A muffled squeal escaped around Trip’s cock as he pushed nine inches up inside her rectum. Her muscles clenched around his organ, holding him still for the moment and he reveled at the buttery smooth heat of her rearend. NO WONDER THOSE GUYS ALL RAVED ABOUT THIS ASS! he thought to himself. He watched as Trip began slamming his dick into her face, obviously unloading his jizz into her throat. She was gagging as he forced his meat all the into her mouth and held her there. This had the effect of causing her rectal sheath to spasm around his penis. Without warning his climax arrived. He grabbed her hips and began pounding into her bottom, pulling all nine inches out of her and slamming it back inside to the hilt. “OhhhhhhhhFUCK!” he grunted, grinding his pelvis against her soft cheeks. His semen began to flow in spurts deep inside her bowels as his hips began rapid-fire thrusts. He had no control over it at this point.
Amanda choked as Trip forced his member into her throat and began pouring his sticky juice down her gullet. Her body jerked and convulsed at the forceful abuse, then she felt her butthole being savagely pounded and thought she was going to pass out. Suddenly the cock in her mouth was yanked out and she coughed and screamed at the same time. “Ohhhhkkk geezzzzzuzzzzzzzFUCK!” she howled. Travis hammered her back door with his sizeable dong, emptying his balls inside her bottom. She was certain it was spurting out of her around his spitting, twitching meat. “CUM IN MY NASTY ASSHOLE YOU BASTARD!” she screamed, wriggling her hips as he finished. She felt his shaft backing out of her slowly, and consciously clenched her sphincter.
“Lemme see that nasty hole.” Trip laughed, standing next to her and holding her cheeks wide. “Yank that sucker outta there” he ordered. Travis complied and Trip quickly shoved one finger from each hand up her ass, tugging on them to pull her tender butthole open. “Damn that’s nasty.” he said, leering at the reddened inner tissues. “This bitch has a fucking hot ass, don’t you agree Travis?” he taunted her. “I may just have to screw her butt myself later.” After several long moments brutally stretching Amanda’s bottom Trip pulled his fingers out of her and let her go. He tossed a damp towel to her and suggested she clean herself up.
T’Pol asked around demanding to know where the XO was, finally asking Major Hayes. She was furious that she had not been told about Archer’s trip to negotiate another allegiance in his pursuit of power. She stomped through the corridors, ignoring everyone on her way to the movie theater. She burst through the door to find Trip, Travis, and Amanda Cole – all in various states of undress. “I see you have a private party going here Commander; but I want to know why I wasn’t informed of Archer’s mission.” she demanded.
Trip smiled, leaning to Amanda and whispering “Go call Hayes and tell him I have a surprise for him. When he gets here, you can go.” into her ear. Amanda zipped up her suit and left, and Trip turned his attention to the Vulcan. “You seem to think you have some authority here Subcommander.” he spat at her. “Fuck you.” he added, nodding to Travis who took up a position on the opposite side of the woman to grab her arm. She struggled briefly; but between the two of them they held her in place. “In fact, that is exactly what you’re going to get bitch.” he told her, reaching over and ripping her uniform blouse open to expose her firm breasts encased in a thin brassiere. “What do you think Travis?” he asked. “Ever had a piece of Vulcan ass?”
Travis reached over with his free hand and tore the bra from her body, getting a handful of breast flesh. “No sir, no I have not.” he replied. “She does have nice tits, I’ll say that for her.” he added, speaking as if she wasn’t there.
“Archer tells me she gives great head.” Trip said, lightly brushing her cheek with a finger. “Is that true bitch? Are you a good cocksucker?” he taunted her, reaching down to unzip his fly. He pushed her down to her knees, presenting his dick to her lips. “Prove it.” he ordered. “SUCK MY DICK YOU VULCAN WHORE”. With that he forced his penis into her mouth and began to fuck her face.
The door opened and Amanda appeared with Major Hayes in tow. Trip nodded to her, true to his word. She turned and left the men with the Vulcan, closing the door behind her.
Hayes looked down, watching the XO’s cock pushing in and out of T’Pol’s full lips. “I see what you mean sir. Are we sharing?” he asked, unzipping his fly. He’d never had the pleasure of fucking the Vulcan, having heard the Captain’s stories of her sexual prowess.
“Yep, we sure are.” Trip replied, yanking his dick from her mouth. He and Travis pulled her up, tearing her uniform from her as they pushed her forward over the table. Trip shoved his hand down the back of her panties and ripped them from her body. “I’m sure we’ve all heard about the secrets of the Vulcan asshole.” he said, fondling her cheeks as Hayes pushed his dick into her mouth. “I say it’s time we all found out about that for ourselves.” he told them, spitting on his middle finger and shoving it past her sphincter. Her body jerked at the rough intrusion; but she was too proud to make any noise that would suggest it bothered her. Trip gouged at her nether portal, pulling on her flesh as Hayes fucked into her mouth. “Major, we’ve both had some this evening so why don’t you do the honors and fuck this bitch in the ass.” Trip suggested, pulling his finger out only to shove two of his digits into her butt after spitting on them.
Travis took Hayes’ place, holding her head in place as he eased his meat into her face. “She sure is beautiful with my dick in her mouth.” he laughed, burying his organ in her talented throat as Hayes took up his position behind her. Her body shuddered.
Hayes walked up behind the perfect derriere he’d admired for so many months, Trip holding her cheeks apart to expose the wrinkled opening. “Oh yeah…” he said hoarsely, putting the head of his cock, wet from her mouth, against her anus. “Time to ream some Vulcan ass.” he added, letting out a long sigh as his shaft pushed deep inside her rear. Trip looked at him with an evil grin. Hayes nodded, pulling most of the way out before driving hard into T’Pol’s rectum. “Yeah…. nice asshole… nice and fucking tight.” he reported.
Trip walked up next to the Vulcan as her body was buffeted between the two men, grabbing her hand to wrap her fingers around his dick. “Gonna go for a triple now bitch. A cock for each hole, comin’ up.” he said hoarsely. “Travis, if you don’t mind I’m gonna do her ass before you shove that pole of yours in there.” he laughed. The black man nodded, his penis getting some good action in the woman’s mouth. Trip’s organ was growing, and he wanted a few minutes in her mouth before he fucked her up the ass. “Okay gents, let’s get this bitch in position for a little four-way fuck.” he laughed.
They handled her body roughly, Hayes yanking his meat from her butt as Travis pulled his from her mouth. Under Trip’s direction, Travis laid down on his back on the table. Trip and Hayes hoisted the Vulcan up to straddle their friend, shoving her hips down to bury his thick meat in her snug – and nearly dry – pussy. Travis grabbed her hips, holding her in place while Hayes resumed his sodomy. Trip walked over to her, grabbing her head to force his semi-erect dick into her mouth. “Suck it bitch. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your asshole.” The three men got into something of a rhythm, their cock’s filling her openings as they’d never been filled before. Travis pre-cum combined with her fluids to lubricate her vaginal channel as Hayes enjoyed the ‘sex canal’ in her bottom. Trip held her head down, her lips wrapped around the root of his penis as her throat muscles gripped his cockhead.
Trip caught the Major’s eye, noticing that they were both holding still with their dicks buried in her holes. “Trade holes?” Trip suggested. Hayes nodded and the men simultaneously vacated their orifices with Hayes geting to her mouth first. He held her by her ears and pushed into her face with the penis that just came out of her asshole, shoving it all the way into her oral opening as he watched Trip’s advance on her rearend. Trip gazed down at the puffy ring, carefully moving his hips in preparation for his penetration. “Hang on gents. Gonna fuck this ass now.” he told them. Travis reached around her to spread her buttocks wide. Trip took a deep breath and nodded to Hayes, then drove his hips forward. In a single stroke he forced aside her sphincter and buried his entire organ in the woman’s rectum. His hips were still, his hands roamed beneath her until he had a breast in each hand. He pinched both nipples and twitched his cock. “Make me cum with your butt bitch. I know you can do it. Use your muscles and get me off in this sweet asshole.” he ordered, pinching both of her nipples.