Two girls masturbate

She was my co-worker, classmate, student, and most of all, my friend. I hadn't known Liz for too long, no more than a year really, but she had become one of my closest friends. She was also one of the prettiest girls I'd ever met. She'd never thought she was anything special, not even the strings of suitors could prove to her that she was desirable. My sweet Lizzy.

It was a day like any other at the Burger Duke, she was working the cashier while I was making the endless barrage of burgers people ordered. My arms were already starting to ache from all the meals I had prepared. I glanced over to the clock hanging over my head and realized it had struck 8 PM. Only 4 more hours, I thought, until I can get my ass outta this dump and get some rest...

"Christy!" I awoke suddenly as someone shouted near me. Whenever business got heavy I tended to space out a bit. I looked up and saw Liz's teasing smile. "Hurry up slowpoke! Make me a Big Duke with extra pickles!" haha... Her lips had the cutest pout when she got impatient.

An hour later I clocked out for lunch and was sitting outside leaning on the walls, hoping to catch a fresh breeze. I closed my eyes and raised my chin as the cool air blew past me. When I opened my eyes, Liz was standing in front of me. I freaked out, how the hell did she manage to sneak up on me like that!

She sat next to me without saying a word and leaned her head on my shoulder. She was wearing a cherry scented perfume, the one I'd given to her for her 21th birthday. I smiled and continued to meditate, staring at the night sky. It seemed hard for me to believe how I'd befriended someone like her. Not a lot of people can stand to be around me. I was never too sociable and my appearance tends to intimidate people. The goth type. The silent type. The pensive type. The I'll-kick-your-ass-if-you-come-within-a-10- feet-radius type. At least that's what I've heard. Lizzy on the other hand is a bit popular, dressed casual, and always got cute guys to like her. She approached me one day at school while I was playing my guitar in the quad. She simply sat down in front of me without me noticing. I tend to ignore my surroundings when I'm playing, absorbed in the notes. I had no idea how long she sat there, listening, but when I finally saw her she smiled and said "That was beautiful... Any chance you can teach me to play like that??"

I've been giving her lessons ever since then.

After we got out of work, I was going to her house and sleeping over. Actually, I was kinda homeless at the moment, since my parents had kicked me outta the house for the hundredth time this month. I'd been sleeping in my car for the past week. Ha! But as soon as Lizzy found out she convinced me to stay at her place. I say "convinced", but this girl seriously would NOT let me spend another day without a proper roof over my head.

I was probably gonna end up living with her anyway, since she lived alone ever since her parents died. Lucky for her though, her folks left her a house, the house she grew up in. All her siblings had moved out years ago, and she being the youngest inherited the place. Liz hadn't mentioned me staying for good, it didn't matter to me. I never really had anywhere permanent to stay. I wouldn't be surprised if I took off soon, I didn't want to be a bother. And if I couldn't stay there I'd find another place. However, she didn't live in the best neighborhood, and with the idea of her being alone in that house, I really just wanted to be there to protect her.

Before I knew it half an hour had already past. Liz had been talking about her most recent ex, and how badly they had ended. I listened vaguely, since I obviously had other things running through my head.

We headed back inside, ready for another 2 hours of hell. Business really got out of hand for a while, there was an endless stampede of customers that went in for their midnight snack. Burger this, chicken that, would you like fries with that, and so much more nonsense.

Finally, it was midnight. The kitchen crew and myself were cleaning up putting away utensils, washing up dishes before we were on our way. I grabbed my things and headed outside to my car. Liz, as usual, was waiting for me there. "Hey, let's get outta here, my pillow calls out to me!"

Once we were home and had settled my things, I changed into some old jeans and one of my usual black heavy-metal T's. I was in a good mood, which for me usually means I'm in a drinking mood. I took out a bottle of red wine from a black leather suit case I'd been saving for a special occasion..

"Oh hey, how appropriate!" Liz squealed. "I gotta warn you though, I'm not much of a drinker!"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, pouring a glass for her, "I'll take care of you girl."

After a few drinks, I noticed she was getting buzzed, so I took her glass away. She let go of it reluctantly. I laid down on her bed and closed my eyes for a bit. I felt the bed shift as she laid herself down next to me, her arm barely nudging my side. I crept a bit closer until the nakedness of our arms were touching. I turned to face her and opened my eyes. I saw those innocent blue eyes of hers looking back at me, her black hair falling over her pale cheek.

There was an unspoken tension between us. One of which I was never entirely sure she felt until now. I had always seen her as someone special, though I always shook off the possibility of being involved with her. I never bothered to find out whether or not she'd be interested in a girl like me. I suppose a bit of alcohol can serve as a truth serum.

A few inches closer, a few moments later, our lips were touching, burning, as we kissed. I was pleasantly surprised at the silkiness of lips. Her kiss was soft compared to the lips I'd tasted before. My hands cupped her chin as I held her kiss tightly. With one hand I stroked her hair, touched her shoulders. I let my lips travel slowly to her neck, teasing her collar bone, going back slowly upwards to her earlobes, letting my tongue explore her. I held her gently as she squirmed beneath me. I could feel every inch of her responding to my touch.

As I let my lips explore more of her flawless body, I let go of all my insecurities, all my fears. Even if she were to be with someone else, she was mine for that moment. I wanted every second of our time together to count.

I kissed her again and let her have a taste of my tongue as I began to go lower. I licked her neck, as my hands slipped under her shirt, cupping her breasts. Slowly, I undid each button of her pink blouse with my teeth as my fingers found their way to her back, undoing her bra strap. Once she was free, I lifted the veil that covered her and began licking her nipples, a lovely contrast of pink on the pale beige of her skin.

Her nipples perked up, I could feel her chest heaving as her breathing quickened. She loved what I was doing to her. She was mine. I was teasing this poor girl so much, but I knew she loved every second of it.

I undid her skirt and pressed my lips to her warm thighs. My breath was hot and I let her skin feel it, I let her feel every bit of longing inside me, every bit of passion. I let my tongue play over her black cotton panties already feeling the wetness, smelling that sweet smell that can only come from a woman's most private place. A woman's most beautiful area.

"Ohhh Christy," She moaned. I was having so much fun teasing her, but I figured I'd made her wait long enough. "Please touch me there, I want it so bad."

"You want it?" I whispered, "Are you sure you do?"

"Yesss, please..."

"Hmm... you've been such a good girl, I'll give you what you want."

I pulled down her panties, and she eagerly complied. Ohhhh the smell was so much stronger now. I was excited as well, I couldn't wait to have my first taste of pussy. I pressed my lips to hers, I kissed her wet pussy lips and let my tongue slide between them. Quickly, I found her button and pressed it slightly, doing small circles around it. I would go down lower, plunging inside of her. Much to her delight my tongue was long and explored her inner walls, each crevice dripping wet. I wrapped my arms on her burning thighs as she squirmed.

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh" She moaned. And I found that I too was moaning. This was so amazing, having her at my mercy, giving her so much pleasure. My pace quickened and her body quivered as she reached her peak. Her nipples hardened, she arched her back as she came all over my hungry lips. Wave after wave of pleasure zinged through her body as I rubbed by tongue on her sensitive clit.

"Ohhhh, stop! It's too much," she begged. Her body twitched in pleasurable agony until her quaking subsided.

She lay there heaving with her eyes closed, my sweet Lizzy. I took off my jeans and slid off my panties and slowly propped myself between her legs so our pussies were touching each other. Slowly I slid myself back and forth, rubbing my lips with her sensitive pussy. There was no protest from her. I knew she wanted more.

She raised herself slightly, resting her weight on her elbows as she moved to meet my pace. I placed my fingers between our lips, opening them, petal by petal until our buttons were in contact and rubbing together to our beat. I held tightly to her leg and shifted myself so I could reach her toes, letting my tongue tickle their webbing.

I was so excited from before I couldn't hold on, "Oh God...". We exploded into orgasm together and melted into each other.

Hours passed and we lay next to each other. She asked me to stay after all, my dear Lizzy. "Christy, I need you here with me... don't leave." I realized then that I loved her. I wanted the best for her. But to be honest, I wasn't sure I could stay. Something inside my soul told me it couldn't be that way. She was so frail in my arms... and I had never really known how to love. If I ever were to hurt her I'd...

She was my co-worker, classmate, student, friend, and now my closest companion.

I'm staying Lizzy, for your sake... but I don't know for how long.

Safe Sex Inc.

It was quite easy for them to convince us, I remember all the ads using our fear of 'Big Government' to induce us into trusting 'Big Business'. How could you not want what they offered, no more STDs, no birth control problems, no unwanted pregnancies it sounded like a true nirvana. All of the women loved the idea of no more periods; I mean how could you not love that. Safe Sex Inc guaranteed us that with a monthly shot for one year our sexual problems would forever be behind us.

At the start, it was the most popular with the young single people as they lined up to get their injections. Next came the young married couples as they realized how easy the birth control was and as Safe Sex Inc implied all it took was a trip to their clinic and in no time, they were pregnant. No one seemed to care how the injections worked because they worked and as they stated there were no bad side effects.

Safe Sex Inc.'s next big project was a onetime injection at birth for a problem free sex life. It was amazing how all the mothers demanded the treatments for their newborns, giving no thoughts to future complications.

It was only after the majority of the globe was under Safe Sex Inc.'s umbrella that we found out their plan to rule the world. The secret was the gradual decrease in your sex drive, something you wouldn't notice until it was too late. Sex had become so passé that now people only cared about work production and how much they could do. The GNP soared, as the working force became almost robot like. That is except for a few of us, we reject Safe Sex Inc.'s ideology. They call us rebels and hunt us down and if they catch us, they turn us into droids just like everyone else.

We call ourselves XY as in the male sex gene and I am the leader. I originally worked at SSI and saw the horrors they sold the people. I have developed a tool we call a stunner that we use to zap females who have been injected by SSI. The shock produces a temporary rejuvenation of their sex drive. Now that males no longer have a sex drive women naively open their doors to strange men even inviting them in. We show them the pleasure of real sex if only for the night. It is not an honorable thing that we do for it only leaves the poor woman frustrated as she now realizes what she has lost.

Our group is small and splintered as this is the only way we can avoid detection. No one knows how many of us there are and until a few days ago, I had no idea there were women among us. The female knocking on my door arose no suspicion until I saw what I knew to be a stunner in her hand. She zapped me before I had a chance to react and when I came to, I found myself naked, and the woman impaled upon my erection. I tried to speak but she shushed me saying she was here to show me forgotten pleasures. She was right it had been a long time since a woman pleasured me instead of the other way around. I reached under her shirt and grasped her engorged nipple pinching just enough to make her moan. We began working mutually trying to time our orgasms and then we came together as one in a thundering crescendo. She lay on top of me panting but then jerked her head up as she realized what had just happened. I smiled as I told I too was a rebel but that she was the first female I had met. She told me she had been home birthed to escape the curse of SSI and that her mother was a rebel as well. I asked her if she understood what her kind could mean for the future of our species but she said she only cared about sex and was already wondering if I were ready to go again.

I told her it was my turn to pleasure her and I flipped her on her back. She spread her legs to give me access to her sex. We kissed as we made passionate love and the novelty of our lips meeting only fueled us more. When the girl came she screamed, 'I love you' and it surprised us both. I came right after her and as we lie there, I wondered if there was still a chance for love in our world.

We've been together since that fateful day, our stunners uncharged and lying in a drawer. We have no need to roam the streets looking, for we now have what we need at home. We have moved to her mother's remote cabin and our only desire is to fuck and have babies. We have heard there are more of our kind out there somewhere in the world. Our only hope now is that our offspring will save our species.

Sexual Education

My early education was supervised at home by a tutor. I had qualified for university entrance by the time I was fifteen, so I suppose they would call me a nerd nowadays. Anyway. when I was seventeen my father decided that I should enter a seminary to finish off my education. Saint Nicholas was renowned for a high academic standard and firm discipline, and moral standards that many academics considered well outdated. And it was a boarding establishment, so I should be seeing my mother only between semesters. I looked forward to a dismal few years.

By the time I entered the college, I had led a cloistered life. I knew nothing about girls and I'd indulged in a limited amount of uninformed discussion about sex, but I hadn't even seen any girlie pictures, so breasts were still bumps in swimsuit advertisements and I hadn't the remotest idea what a woman's genitalia looked like. All of which hadn't prevented me from doing a fair bit of what my few friends called wanking while I was in bed at night.

Some time after my eighteenth birthday I came down with flu, and following the college's health regulations I was isolated in the school sanatorium and prescribed "bed rest", which seemed to be the panacea for most ailments at Saint Nicholas. With so much time spent in bed, I had more time for wanking, because I was the only patient in a room for four. And that was when the school matron caught me.

Matron had only just taken over from the elderly dragon who had been in charge of the sanatorium for years and years. I found out later that she was only twenty seven, but in her severe matron's uniform and with no make-up and severe bi-focals on her nose, she promised to be no less a dragon than her predecessor. Though certainly she was far from sack-shaped like the old dragon: in fact she had an incredibly small waist and her uniform bulged mysteriously at the top top.

But, as I said, she caught me masturbating. I had my eyes closed, and she was in the room before I realized she was there. I looked up to see her standing beside my bed.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, and flung back the bedclothes.

My cock was poking through the fly of my pyjama trousers, and still in my hand. Some of us had indulged in group wanking behind the gymnasium, so I knew that even at eighteen I had a better developed weapon than the others. And this day I'd been working on it for quite a while, so there was no hiding it.

"You're masturbating!" Matron said accusingly. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Take your hand away. Don't try to hide it." She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my cock. I willed the offending organ to shrink, but even the shame of being caught and the fear of the consequences couldn't reduce the tell-tale erection.

"Get out of bed, and stand up!" commanded Matron. I stood beside the bed, stooping, knees together, ashamed of the rod that still obstinately thrust out toward her.

"Stand up straight, you're not going to hide it that way." Matron stared at it for a long while. "I shall have to report this You know you can be expelled for this, don't you?" "Yes Matron," I mumbled. I was near to blubbing, but I wasn't going to let her see. "I'll have to think seriously about it," Matron said. "College rules cannot be flouted in this way. In the meantime, I'd better give you a check-up. Masturbation by itself can do you no physical harm, but a sudden interruption like this can have bad effects. Take off your pyjamas and lie on the bed."

She left the room, and I peeled off. By this time the erection had shrunk to a droop that was evidently ashamed of itself. If it wasn't for Matron, I thought, I'd rather have it standing up proudly. It certainly felt better that way.

Matron bustled back into the room, a stethescope round her neck, and drew up a chair. "Not much there for me to examine," she said. "I'll have to see what I can do. Open your legs."

She reached between my thighs and cupped my scrotum in her hand. I expected a rough examination, but her hand was cool and gentle. She kneaded my testicles in her hand, and then took hold of my shrunken cock in her other hand, squeezing it gently and feeling all round the rim. This was like no physical examination I'd ever experienced. I'd never had my cock held by a woman before, or by anyone, and it was a good sensation. I was afraid my cock would start to swell again, and I tried to will it to shrink. But she was massaging it all over, squeezing, rubbing her finger over the knob. It excited me as much as my own fingers did. More. And in spite of anything I could do my cock was swelling in her fingers, and I felt myself blushing with shame.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Matron said. "But it's got to be larger than this for me to examine it. Now relax."

She seemed to know just what to do to give it all the best feelings, and I wondered if maybe she had something similar between her own legs, even though it was popularly supposed that women had something altogether different. Inside a minute she was manipulating a bigger erection than I'd ever managed to give myself. Manipulating? More like masturbating!

"Not bad for an eighteen year old," Matron said, and continued to squeeze and examine every part of my cock and my scrotum. Every so often she stopped and checked my heart with her stethoscope, and sometimes she'd listen and masturbate me at the same time. I'd been enjoying it, but suddenly I was engulfed in another fear. At any moment I was going to cum. And by that time I was capable of ejaculating a pretty fair stream of semen. I had to stop her, and yet I was too shy to tell her she was going to make me have an orgasm.

My dilemma was solved quite suddenly. Without any warning I started to cum, and just as a stream of jism squirted out from the hole in the end of my knob, Matron seemed to change her squeezing so that she was massaging my cock in time to the surges that were controlling it. Almost as if she knew what I needed to keep my orgasm going to the end. I'd never pumped out so many jets of cum juice, or gone on throbbing for so long after the ejaculations stopped. And right till every last throb was finished and I lay back exhausted, Matron squeezed my cock up and down and squeezed out every last drop onto the towel that I hadn't noticed before.

"Well, he seems to be in fairly good shape," Matron said. "One or two little irregularities. Put your pyjamas back on, and I may have to do some more tests tomorrow. Mind you don't start playing with yourself again. I haven't decided yet whether I'll have to report this."

The next afternoon I was sitting up reading when Matron stood beside the bed. "Unbutton your jacket," she said, and leaned over to listen to my heart. The top button of her white uniform was undone, and as she leaned over me it dropped away from her body so that I was able to look down inside. There were two bulges that hung down inside some sort of lacy thing. There was a pleasant perfume coming from her that quite excited me. And then I realized the sight of a part of her body that I wasn't supposed to see was also exciting me, and I felt my cock rising even though I wasn't playing with it.

Matron looked up suddenly at my face, and saw where I was looking. I looked away quickly, and blushed. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I couldn't help it."

"It's not a good idea to get caught looking down women's clothes," Matron said. She pulled down the bedclothes and looked at the cock that was poking aggressively out of my pyjama fly. "Masturbating again, are we?"

"No Matron, honestly I wasn't."

"So what causes this erection then?"

I hung my head.

"So, you get excited by a woman's breasts," Matron exclaimed. "Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. It just means you're growing up fast. A woman's body is designed to excite a man. I've got to give you some more tests, so maybe that'll be a quicker way of getting that penis of yours big enough. Let's have your pyjamas off."

While I pulled off my pyjamas, she went to the door and locked it. Then she unbuttoned her uniform all the way down and took it off. I started to breathe hard, and my cock got so stiff I had to grab hold of it. She was beautiful! The bulges on her chest were pushing out the lacy thing, which I assumed was a brassiere, and they seemed to be practically falling out of it. Her waist was even smaller than it had looked when she was dressed. She wore a skirt thing that covered her legs, but the nakedness of her body above made me want to hold it and feel it. And she had taken off her glasses, and even her face was beautiful.

"You see?" Matron said. "It's ready for me to examine already. Take your hand away from it. I need to see it. And lie down."

She fetched a ruler from a side table, and measured the length of my cock and then the thickness of it. "I think it's grown since yesterday," she said. "Or at least this stimulation is having more effect. Now, have you never seen a woman's breasts before?"

"No, Matron," I admitted.

"There's a lot missing in your education. I shall have to teach you a few things. Now, I'm going to try a little experiment. Hold this ruler beside your penis, and we'll see if what I'm about to do affects the length."

She did something with the fastening of the brassiere and the two halves came apart, allowing her breasts to swing free of their confinement. I expected to see nipples like my own, but Matron had large pinky brown circles that covered the tops of her breasts like swollen pyramids, with nipples in the centre as big as little nuts. She shook the brassiere clear of her shoulders and stood up straight, with her arms above her head. Her breasts were no longer soft and loose, but standing out firmly from her chest with the nipples projecting at their tips.

I gasped, and I longed to touch them and hold them and even suck them into my mouth, and I could feel my cock throbbing as if it would burst. Matron quickly bent over me and looked at the ruler I was still holding. Her breasts were hanging down so close I could reach up and touch them. Even if she reported me, I had to hold them. I reached up and cupped them in my hands, and they were warm and soft and smooth, and they moved in my hands, and I could feel the hard nipples pressing against my palms.

And then I cried out, because the tension in my cock had suddenly become too great, and I felt as if it was bursting apart. I was cumming, and my pelvis was heaving up and down in time to the great surges of ejaculation, and my thighs were twitching open and closed, and I didn't care about Matron or the Regulations as long as I could keep cumming and hold onto those wonderful breasts. And yet I wanted to hold my cock, and squeeze it in time with the spasms that were racking it.

Just as I knew I must give up the exquisite feel of yielding breasts in my hands, and grab hold of my cock until I was finished, I felt a gentle hand close round my cock. Matron was masturbating me, massaging my cock in time to the spasms that seemed to be coming all the way up from my balls, squeezing out the last drop of cum juice, on and on until the last throb had finished.

"Just as I'd expected," Matron said matter-of-factly. "He grew another half an inch. You certainly respond to the right stimulus. And I think you can let go of my breasts now."

I took my hands away in confusion, and Matron stood up. Usually after an orgasm I found my sexual interest entirely dissipated. But looking up at those wonderful breasts, I still longed to bury my face in them and suck their nipples into my mouth.

Matron sat down on the bed beside me, her breasts moving provocatively as she breathed. "Tell me," she said, "if you had a beautiful girl beside you now, what would you like to do to her. Don't be shy. It's important."

I was shy. Particularly since the thing I most wanted to do was what I most wanted to do to Matron herself.

"You've shown me that you're physically very mature," Matron said. "But you evidently don't know much about sexual matters. You need to be educated. So tell me first, what would you like to do to her." I plucked up courage. "Kiss her breasts. Suck her nipples."

"Is that all?"

"I think so. I can't think of anything else."

"You have a lot to learn," Matron said gently. She took my cock between her fingers and caressed it. "Is it really my nipples you want to suck?"

"Yes," I said. "They're the most wonderful things I've ever seen."

"Get up off the bed then," she said, and lay down in my place. "Forget I'm the Matron. Pretend I'm the girl of your dreams. Show me what you'd like to do.

I think I sobbed with relief. I know I fell on my knees beside the bed, and held one of her breasts in my hand and pressed my mouth to the other. The nipple felt so large and hard in my mouth, and I sucked on it and felt the roughness of it with my tongue. And then I opened my mouth wider, and sucked the whole fleshy pyramid inside, running my tongue all over it. There was no taste to it, but the smell of her perfume and her body excited me.

When I paused for breath, I discovered I was instinctively massaging her other nipple between my fingers, and then holding as much of her breast as I could get in my hand and kneading it.

Matron was talking. "Look at me," she said. "Did you know this is as exciting for me as it is for you?"

I was amazed. "No, Matron," I said. "I'm sorry."

She laughed. "Nothing to be sorry about. You've learned the first lesson. Women have the same sexual sensations as men. The second lesson is that when you get pleasure from a woman you must be sure she's getting pleasure too."

"What other pleasure is there?"

"I'll have to show you. Take off my slip," Matron said. I looked bewildered. "This thing." She pulled down the elastic waistline a little.

I pulled at the slip while she raised her pelvis off the bed, and finally pulled it over her feet. I'd been fairly indifferent to magazine pictures of women in swimsuits, but real thighs in the flesh disappearing inside the briefest underwear were altogether different. I was enthralled. I looked higher, and saw her navel winking from the middle of a gentle swell of belly. And higher, to the rose tipped mounds of her breasts. I had never imagined there was so much to excite beneath Matron's forbidding uniform.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Matron said. "Does it give you pleasure?"

"Yes please, Matron," I said eagerly. This was more exciting than any masturbation had been. Except when Matron had done it. My cock was stiff and swollen, and I realised I'd been stark naked all this time and yet I was no longer embarrassed.

"So take down my panties, then," Matron said, "and I shall be as naked as you. Do you like the idea of that?"

"Yes, Matron." I fumbled with the elastic waistband of her panties, shy at the idea of touching her naked flesh and forgetting I had been doing more than that with her breasts. As I slowly pulled her panties over her belly my heart was beating wildly. I was about to see what the others called her "privates," the most private and taboo part of her body. Even men didn't look at each other's privates, except in terribly forbidden wanking circles. And I was going to discover at last what a woman looked like between the legs. Did she have some sort of cock, or was there really something different?

I had no idea that women might have pubic hair, so I was surprised at how much dark hair began to show as I pulled the panties further down. There was a whole triangle of hair ending where her thighs joined. But there was no cock. There was nothing, not even a place to pee out of. I felt cheated, and I pulled Matron's panties right down to her feet. But, cheated or not, the sight of her nakedness, so much of her body normally forbidden to everyone, was still intensely exciting. I wondered if the sight of my nakedness could be as exciting to Matron. But nurses were used to seeing naked people, and anyway I was only a teen-ager. "What would you like to do to your girlfriend now?" Matron said.

I didn't know. Matron's naked body was so exciting, and I felt I wanted to touch it and kiss it, but I was too shy to tell her.

"Pretend I'm the girl of your dreams again," Matron said. "Do whatever you like. And remember, I shall probably enjoy it as much as you."

I wanted to go back to her breasts again, but I supposed I was expected to move on from those. It would be nice to run my hands all over that nakedness, to press my face to it, and, yes, kiss it. I started at her navel, and began to explore, first with my hands and then with my mouth. I put my tongue into her navel, and brushed my lips all over her belly. When I came to the hairy triangle, my mind told me it was wrong to kiss such a private place, but my cock was telling me the very fact of it being so secret made it more desirable. My mouth explored further toward the triangle, and then I had a surprise. There was a cleft in her belly just above the place where her thighs joined, and greatly daring I probed with my finger and followed it till it disappeared between her thighs.

Matron said nothing and made no effort to stop me, so I could only assume it was alright. And then her thighs began to open, further and further. I was appalled at first, that she should be displaying her most private parts in this brazen way. And then my cock took over again, and I knew I wanted most desperately to explore this forbidden land. Her thighs were so wide apart that I could see where they joined, and I was amazed to see that her crotch was split open, with fleshy sort of lips on each side. It looked so pink and naked, and wet, too. I put my finger between the lips, and it seemed to open and my finger slipped inside. I was able to push it all the way in until my palm was against the lips. And then I wondered if this must be her anus, but there was so much room inside and it was so wet and slippery.

Matron was sitting up, so I pulled my finger out guiltily. But she was smiling. With her glasses off her face, and her clothes off her body---in fact stark naked --- she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She got off the bed. "Lie down," she said. As soon as I was stretched out my cock was standing up out of my crotch like a pole, and I began to feel shy again. But only for a moment. Matron was climbing onto the bed, kneeling over me, her naked crotch just inches above my face. "This is what a woman's genitalia are like," she said. "It's called a cunt." I'd used the word, but I hadn't known really what it meant.

"It's an opening that goes all the way into my belly, and its just the same size as a man's cock---a bit bigger than your's. Do you understand what it's for?"

My cock felt as if it was going to explode if I didn't hold it tightly, and I felt an overwhelming urge to find out what it would feel like to have it held tightly inside that cunt. Suddenly I knew for certain why my cock grew so big when I looked at her naked body, why she had a hole in her cunt the same size as my cock, and why my instinct was making me ache to put my cock inside her. Matron was pulling the lips of her cunt apart with her fingers, just above my face, opening the hole so that I could look up inside. "Is your cock desperate to be masturbated?" she asked.

"Yes, Matron."

"Well, my cunt is feeling just the same as your cock. There are nerves inside that need just the same sort of stimulation. She's desperate to be filled with something hard and hot that rubs all those nerves." She shuffled down the bed until she was kneeling over my belly, then she took hold of my cock in one hand and squatted down till my knob was rubbing between her cunt lips.

"This is where a man's cock is meant to go," she said, and sat down so that I could feel my cock sliding up inside her cunt till her ass cheeks were sitting firmly on my thighs. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, so physically exciting and completely satisfying, as if being inside her body was all I could ever want to do.

Then Matron kept kneeling up and sitting down rhythmically, making my cock pull out of her and then go right back up inside her again. The inside of her cunt was squeezing my cock and rubbing the sensitive skin on my knob and stretching the underside, the part that always made me cum. I was gasping, trying not to cry out with the exquisite agony, and at the same time I was aware that Matron was making the same noises.

"This is called---fucking---it does the same---to me---as it does---to you," she gasped as she pumped me in and out. "I'm going to---cum---too!"

But I was past caring about Matron. My prick was out of control, exploding inside her. I could feel the cum juice squirting out. It must have been pumping my jism right up inside her belly, and I wondered if she'd be able to taste it in her mouth. And then Matron gave a little scream as if it hurt her, and as she squirmed round and round and up and down she kept whimpering, "Fuck! Fuck! Oh god, I love it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

By the time I was finished cumming, Matron seemed to have finished, too. The wonderful masturbation feeling was gone, as it always was after I'd cum, but this time there still remained the knowledge that my prick was still inside her body, and I was looking up at those beautiful breasts with the protruding nipples that she'd actually let me suck. And then she leaned forward, and my prick fell limply out of her cunt, and I felt disappointed that it was finished. But Matron was pressing her breasts down against me, and then pressing her mouth against mine, forcing her tongue inside as if she was going to fuck my mouth.

"You do it to me," she whispered. And she taught me how to kiss. It wasn't as exciting as fucking, and yet by the time she climbed off me I could feel my cock beginning to swell again.

Matron kept me in the sanatorium for a whole week more, just to make sure I wouldn't spread germs amongst the others. And when I left, she had her ugly bifocals on, and she looked at me severely. "Remember, you could be expelled for masturbating. I haven't made up my mind yet whether to report this."

Seduction and Pizza

When she answered the door, blonde hair dripping, wrapped in a clean white towel that barely reached her upper thighs, Ewan was momentarily struck speechless. In the five months he had been working part-time as a pizza delivery driver, he had been called to this apartment many times. Each time, he had greedily feasted his eyes on the lady of the house, and often – back home alone at his own apartment after his shift – had laid on his bed and stroked himself to incredible climaxes while fantasizing about having her lying naked beside him.

She looked to Ewan to be about three or four years older than his own twenty three years. Blonde, she had sky blue eyes, full, pouting lips, and an open and ready smile that seemed to mix innocence and seduction in an amazingly erotic combination. Ewan had often noticed her great body, too – with gentle curves in all the right places, and breasts of just the right size, not perfect in the traditional sense maybe, but incredibly sexy to him. She was usually dressed comfortably in a sweatshirt and jeans or sweatpants when she answered the door, which only added to the appeal for Ewan, who preferred his girls casual and comfortable. Her voice, sweet but slightly deep and sultry, completed the picture in his mind.

Now she was standing here in nothing but a towel, smiling sweetly and apologizing for not having the money ready for the pizza Ewan held.

“I called in my order just as soon as I got home from work. I thought I’d have time to shower and be dressed before you got here,” she was explaining. “I guess I just misjudged”.

“That’s OK,” Ewan stammered. “I’ll just wait here while you get the money. That’ll be thirteen fifty towel…ummm, I mean TOTAL, sorry…” Ewan blushed scarlet at his slip, and the beautiful blonde broke into a broad grin.

“Towel, eh…??? I wonder what YOU’RE thinking, young man,” she said playfully. “I was going to ask you to come in out of the cold while I go get your money, but I’m not sure you can be trusted, now”. Cocking an eyebrow at Ewan and looking him up and down, she asked with mock sternness “Can you be trusted, pizza boy?”

Ewan knew when he was being joked with, and joined right in with a big, dimpled smile. “The name’s Ewan, not pizza boy, and I can be trusted, yeah. The question is, can you be trusted, lady?”

“Amanda’s the name, and I’ll try to restrain myself, Ewan,” she said, closing the door behind him and turning toward the kitchen, “be a dear and set the pizza down there on the coffee table, would you? Have a seat on the sofa and make yourself at home, I’ll just be a minute”.

Walking back toward the kitchen, Amanda thought about her exchange with Ewan. The kid was interesting to her, that was for sure. He had something of the artsy type about him, with his long, shaggy hair, tall but slight build, goatee, and well-spoken voice. She figured him for twenty two or twenty three, about five years younger than her own twenty seven. Not traditionally handsome, she supposed, but then she had always been attracted to the offbeat type. Her own long-time boyfriend, Jason, was a painter for example, and had a similar look. “Well, at least I’m consistent in my taste in men,” she laughed to herself as she took a twenty dollar bill from an envelope in the silverware drawer. Turning back toward the living room and the guy waiting there, she pointedly tried to not think about the largish bulge she had glimpsed in Ewan’s cargo pants when she had inadvertently glanced down at him when he had arrived.

Amanda was amused to find Ewan flopped comfortably on her sofa, slouched back spread-legged among the many plush throw pillows, remote control in hand, when she re-entered the living room. “Wow, big guy,” she joked, “when you make yourself comfortable, you really make yourself comfortable, huh? I’m surprised you didn’t just strip down to your boxers and take a nap. You look too comfy to move”.

“If I were REALLY making myself at home, I’d strip all the way down, and not just to my boxers”. Ewan tipped Amanda a sly but somehow boyish wink, and she felt a sudden weakness in her knees.

“Hmmmm…well maybe some night when your shift is over, you could come on over and get REALLY comfortable then. I love few things more than entertaining naked pizza boys”. She returned his wink with a conspiratorial one of her own.

“Excuse me for saying so, Ma’am, but I wonder what your boyfriend would think about that,” Ewan drawled lazily, rising to his feet. “You remember him, don’t you? The guy who’s picture you have plastered all over this place…? The one I’ve seen in the room behind you sometimes when I’ve made deliveries here…?”

Smiling broadly, Amanda shot back “Oh, you mean Jason. He doesn’t mind if I entertain the occasional pizza boy, as long as he’s here to chaperone.”

“Is that a fact?”, Ewan asked, surprised and momentarily unable to think of a witty response. “And just how closely does Jason like to chaperone?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Pretty closely, I guess. He’s thorough like that,” Amanda said with her lips set in a deadpan expression, though her eyes were wrinkling at the corners with amusement at Ewan’s quickly reddening face “but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind…he’s a great chaperone. Very permissive.”

“That’s all right Amanda, I’m a big boy. I don’t really need a chaperone these days.” Ewan smiled uneasily while reaching for the twenty dollar bill Amanda was holding out to him. “But thanks anyway. Just let me get you some change for that, and I’ll be on my way”.

“No change is required, Ewan. Just keep it. I feel badly for making you wait for me.” As the delivery boy passed through the door and out onto the porch, he heard Amanda say softly behind him, in a voice that made him immediately question what he had heard, “And, by the way Ewan, I noticed just what a big boy you were right away, so you don’t have to remind me of that. It’s just sad that a big boy like you wouldn’t want to hang out with a big girl like me”. Turning to see what Amanda had meant by that comment, Ewan was amazed to glimpse her standing there facing him, backlit by the living room lamplight. Hands on hips, towel puddled around her ankles, nipples poking out jauntily and invitingly, and a big grin on her face, she reached out and swung the heavy apartment door closed behind him. As he reached for the door knocker, prepared to knock again, the porch light was suddenly turned off, and the door’s window shade was pulled down. The message was unmistakable, and Ewan turned to walk to his car, nursing a budding erection and a head full of very confused thoughts.

As the door swung shut, and she reached to turn off the porch light, Amanda laughed softly to herself, amazed at what she had just done. She didn’t know what had possessed her to drop her towel like that, but the look on Ewan’s face had been priceless. She had seen surprise, shock, and lust mingled there in the instant before the door closed, and Amanda was strangely pleased that she had been able to get such a reaction from the guy. Unable to resist, Amanda pulled back the shade on the door just a fraction, and watched as the dazed pizza boy walked back to his car. She giggled again as she saw him glance back, glance up and down the quiet street to make sure no one was watching, then reach down to his crotch and adjust himself awkwardly before opening his car door and folding himself into the driver’s seat. “He’s going to have an uncomfortable ride back to the shop,” she thought, chuckling to herself.

Still nude, Amanda padded to the sofa and curled into a comfortable position in the corner, with her legs tucked back underneath her. Reaching for the pizza box, she suddenly sat back instead and, in one easy motion, spread her knees apart just a bit and inserted the first and second fingers of her left hand into the cleft of her thighs. Tentatively, in an exploratory fashion, she gently rubbed in a circular motion, and was surprised to find just how wet she was.

“Bad, bad boy Ewan,” she whispered, and smiled as she easily found the rhythm she always used when pleasuring herself, “bad, bad, naughty boy….”

Using mainly slow, circular strokes, punctuated by longer, lingering ones up the length of her pussy, Amanda carefully worked herself up further and further, enjoying the sensation as her clit became progressively more and more engorged, and more and more sensitive in turn. Switching hands occasionally, and rubbing her inner thigh slowly and tenderly with her free hand as she worked, Amanda repeatedly brought herself to the very edge of a climax, then backed off. An expert at fingering herself, she knew just how to manipulate her womanhood to achieve the maximum sensation, without allowing herself to slip over into a climax until she was ready.

As she progressed, she fantasized about Ewan, with his rag-tag clothing, and crooked grin. He was like a younger, leaner, more boyish version of her own beloved Jason, and she thought it was that fact that was making her so crazy about him. She wanted to bed the boy, and she wanted Jason to watch. She wondered what Jason would think of the suggestion. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it might not be all that hard. Though their sex life was excellent to put it mildly, they were both experimental by nature, and she and Jason had talked many times about the possibility of bringing another person or persons to their bed, as a watcher if not as an actual participant, and she thought somehow that Jason might be agreeable to considering her new pizza-wielding friend for that role.

In the meantime, her vision was clouded by the image of Ewan as he had been when she returned from the kitchen with his money. Reclined in the same bed of pillows in which she now lay, white t-shirt pulled up just a bit in the front to reveal a tight, taut stomach, long, coltish legs spread wide to reveal the outline of what looked like a truly spectacular cock. Even through the baggy green cargo pants, Amanda could discern that the guy was in possession of a bulge to be proud of. She moaned at the thought of releasing that manhood from its cotton prison, and the pleasure she could give the boy.

Amanda remembered what Ewan had said about enjoying being naked, and imagined her own hands playing over his entire body. Wiping the shaggy black hair away from in front of his eyes to reveal the green flashes of color she had immediately noticed there, then moving her nails down his neck, to stop to tweak and play with his nipples. Then down his stomach, naturally flat and not muscle-bound as was so popular with college-age guys these days. Reaching his pubic hairs in her mind, she mentally curled her fingers into them, and then took hold of his massive, beautiful cock…

The orgasm was immediate and took Amanda completely by surprise. At the thought of taking Ewan’s remarkable tool into her hands, her body bucked and shuddered violently, and all her expert control was lost in a flood of ecstasy. Her soft moaning turned to passionate calls of lust, and her fingers wildly worked her pussy and clit, fucking her as if with a mind of their own, and bringing her to ever more intense waves of pleasure. A gush of warm, slippery fluid rewarded her efforts, and still the orgasms rolled through her. Two became three, and three four, until she was lost and the count of them meant nothing to her. Random sexual images flashed through her mind. Ewan’s smile just a short time ago, and the tented look of his cargo pants. Her Jason’s own not-unsubstantial cock as it approached her hungrily waiting mouth. Her own image, as she had glimpsed herself once in the bedroom mirror, writhing uncontrollably on her bed as she fucked herself with one of her many dildos. It seemed for a moment as if she would never stop coming, that this one orgasm would carry her away into sweet and total oblivion. Then, finally, the wave crested, and began to break, and after a while she lay back spent into the softness of the pile of pillows. Tears streamed lightly down her face, as they sometimes did after a terrific sexual experience, and she laughed through the tears at what a great job she had done on herself, with Ewan’s help.

“I haven’t seen the last of you, my sweet pizza boy,” she whispered to no one in particular as she drifted off into a nap, pizza forgotten, everything forgotten in her sheer delighted exhaustion. “No, not even close…”

Rita's Bus Ride

Rita had just turned 18 so her parent let her start taking the metro bus to school alone. She was happy that her in senior year she would finally be independent. Even though Rita was thick she still looked younger than her 18 years. She had jet black hair, deep dark brown eyes and by her a natural dark tan you could tell she was Mexican. Rita was thick, by no means was she fat but she was not petite. No matter how big her shirts, sweaters, or jackets were, they could not hide her incredible 30dd. Men loved watching her walk away because they could admire her firm thick hips and that tight Mexican ass. In her catholic school uniform, Rita was the dream of every man's desire. It was for these reasons her mom and dad were overly protective of her. Rita was very smart yet so naïve.

Rita's first day on the bus was memorable. It was the first time she was alone in public without family or friends. She was a big girl and now independent. Rita did not enjoy the ride much because she was standing in the back of the bus which was too crowded. Through the entire hour, she kept wondering why she would be squished in a bus with so much room. The week went by and she repeated the ordeal to and from school. Things changed slightly the following Monday and Rita go the answer to her questions. As she made her way to her spot, there were the same men she had been riding with all week long. They all seemed friendly enough but none had talked to her. As the bus jerked to a start, Rita felt a hand on her able ass. She figured it was an accident and as the man regains his footing, it would go away. The seconds ticked by and when the hand move it was to explore her bottom. Growing up sheltered Rita did not know what to do. Her hesitation encouraged the hand to continue its groping in a bolder fashion. Soon one was joined by another and finally a third one. Rita's face was flush with embarrassment but she did nothing. As the bus dropped off people at their locations the hands that left were replaced by others. Rita was grabbed, groped, and rubbed all the way to school. She was still hot with embarrassment and breathing hard when she finally got off the bus.

Throughout the school day, Rita thought about her ride to school. Fluster at first Rita began to notice some excitement in it all. She found that she liked those strange hands on her ass. It felt good and she wondered if it would happen again. When the last bell rang, Rita ran to her bus stop. Mixed feeling ran through her body as she moved to her place.

She did not recognize anybody and she was standing alone. Her head was down and she did not see the new passengers when the bus picked them up. As she was struggling with her dilemma, Rita felt a hand run across her ass. She froze. Rita wanted to know who was touching her but she felt that any sudden movement might make him stop. The hand moved up and down back and forth taking in Rita's full firm Latina ass. Rita even adjusted herself so the person had full access to any area he wanted.

She felt another hand a few moments later. This one started right below her knee, slightly below her skirt. It moved up and down rubbing her over her knee high stockings. This hand seemed to slowly and carefully be making its way up the back and inner parts of her thigh. Rita placed her right hand on the back of the seat closes to her for support. All these new feelings were rushing through her body and she felt like passing out from the excitement. The hand kept moving up. She could feel the searing hot flesh touching her own skin.

Rita was bumped when several more passengers came into the bus. She recognized some as they took their places beside her. More hands join the other two. Rita could feel her ass exposed as her skirt was lifted. Her panties are the only thing between their skin and hers. They explored and groped the willing little girl's ass. Hands tugged on her panties which soon fell to her ankles. That's when she left some of the hands moved to her pussy. Hands were roaming her lower body and fingers threaten to invade her virgin holes. Rita squeezed her legs together and nobody refused he silent signal to go on any further. The hands continued to fondler he naked ass and rub over her hairy pussy.

Rita felt all the hands stop at once. Her skirt fell back into place. A hand pushed her from the small of her back.

"It's your stop, little girl. Don't worried we will pick this up tomorrow," said a stranger's voice. "Oh and by the way. You should shave that little pussy for us," he told her.

Rita stumbled out of the bus onto the side walk. She absent mindedly pulled her panties back up and made her way home. That night Rita fingered herself to sleep. It was the first time she ever did it and she enjoyed the sensation of cumming on her fingers. Late at night she awoke. Quietly, she made her way to the bathroom where she shaved her pussy. Rita was like a child before Christmas who is waiting to open his presents. She was excited and nervous. But she was the present that was waiting to be open.

Quickly, Rita bored the bus and made her way to her usual place. She saw the familiar men who she knew were the ones that would soon be exploring her firm ass. As she was trying to get into her stop, Rita was pushed back behind some of the men who now stood in front of her like a wall of people. No sooner were they in place when he felt someone push her forward so she was bent. Rita grabbed onto the closest seat and tried to keep from falling. She felt her skirt being lifted and tied round her waist. Everybody behind her could see her gorgeous ass and Rita did not complain. Her panties were pulled off and her legs were spread apart. She felt so dirty and cheat but she wanted them to continue feeling her ass. Suddenly the hands all stop. She wanted to turn around to see what was happening but she did not dare. Then she felt a single hard thick fleshly member rise up between her cheeks.

"Oh my god, what is it? What are they touching me with?" Oh god. It's a dick," she thought. She could feel the bulbous head between the crack of her ass going up and down. It felt huge, thick, hard and long. The man proceeded to rub it all long between her cheeks then made sure she the felt the length around her firm posterior.

"You're gonna love this," said a man's voice as he grabbed her hips. Placing the head of his cock on Rita's asshole, he started to push it in.

"Oh god no," Rita whispered. "I never please. I'm still a virgin," she pleaded.

"Not anymore," said the voice as he tried to ram it in. She was too tight and tiny. The man was having a hard time getting it through. Finally, he penetrated her. Rita let out a yelp and when quiet. The man with one thrust had shoved his entire cock into Rita's tight ass. Then he stopped so she would get used to it. Slowly and methodically, the cock started to go in and out of Rita's tight ass. The man had placed his head on her shoulder and she could feel him breathing onto her neck. Her low moans and grunts made Rita hot with passion. Rita who never had a crush, a boyfriend or even talked about sex was getting fucked in public by a stranger. Moreover, there was an audience of strangers watching her get fucked like a common whore. She left every inch of the stranger's engrossed cock and he moved in and out. The man's hand moved to her huge tits as he started to fondle them. He pushed her forward so she was bent more. With one hand on her hips and the other playing with her tits, the man fucked her deep and hard. Even though he started slow he began to pick up the pace. Soon she heard the slapping of their flesh and then came a grunt. Rita felt the man squirt his warm cream into her young body. It was over too quick she thought.

Rita felt the man pull out and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt another cock starting to go in her ass. "Oh fuck. No he just finished. No, he's done. Right?" she thought.

"My turn," said another voice. It was easier for this one to slip into her ass. Again Rita was placed in the same position as before as another stranger fucked her young ass. This one was rougher than the last one. He grabbed her hips and fucked her tight ass hard and deep. Rita heard herself moaning and she ass was violated. Again the man came deep her in. Rita was breathing hard when the second man pulled out.

"Your ass hurts, don't it little girl," said a third voice.

Rita was scared. "No not another one. It does hurt," she thought. She wanted to rest. Slowly, she nodded yes.

"It's ok baby. I'm not gonna fuck your ass," said the man and he gently massaged her tired ass.

Rita sighed her relief. The man continued to gently rub her ass and he spread her legs with his foot. Slowly he pushed her forward again. Rita's face was on her hands as she felt the man caressing her ass. Then she left his cock. When she stared to protest, the man reassured her he was not going to fuck her ass. Again she was relieved when the head pass her ass going forwarded. Before she could realize what the man was going to her had already position his cock at her pussy entrance.

Rita started to struggle. His firm grip held her in place as he slowly started to push his thick long hard cock into her tiny bald pussy. Unlike the first man, this one made it a point to slowly penetrate her pussy. He wanted her to feel every inch as it went into her virgin pussy. Her barrier stopped him and they both stood still. She felt his grip get tighter and she bit her lower lip as he broke through. Sheer pain and agony raced through her body. Slowly, slowly it subsided as he began to work his cock in and out of her pussy. With every thrust the man seemed to grow bigger and longer. When he heard Rita stop whimpering so much, he picked up the pace. Harder, faster, longer he worked his dick into her tiny tight hole. Spanking her calling her dirty names as the fucked her deep. Soon he exploded into her. Rita felt the warm cum in her. She placed her face in her hands and rested. She heard some shuffling before she felt another man behind her.

When she opened her eyes she could tell that the men in front changed placed with the ones behind her. He skirt was still up exposing her ass and pussy for anybody behind her. One by one the other men took their turns fucking Rita's ass or pussy or both. When the bus got to her school, Rita was sore, tired and worn out. She slowly walked onto the side walk. As the bus drove away, Rita looked toward the back trying to discern who had fucked her. None of the men were looking out the window. They kept their faces hidden in their newspapers.

Rita made her way into school. "This was going to be a very interesting year," she thought.

Biomechasexual

“Tell us what you’re into,” the man in the white coat asked Brenda. His pen was ready for her answer, a clipboard on the desk before him. “And be honest.”

Brenda only blinked at him. The man looked like her Uncle Frank, right down to the bald head and the alarming tufts of nasal hair. How could she confess her most intimate fantasies to someone who reminded her of a man who used to ask her to pull his finger? Brenda found herself blushing.

“Into?” she stammered. “What do you mean?”

“Well, to start with, do you prefer men . . . or women?”

Brenda looked away. “Both,” she said.

“Ah,” the man showed interest for the first time since the interview had begun. “Bisexual. We haven’t had one of those yet. I’m not sure . . . is there one or the other you lean more towards?”

Brenda shook her head. There had been times in her life when she had been 100% straight or 100% gay, but it had been so long since she’d had a lover of either gender that she now found herself craving both. She would not be forced to choose.

The man was nodding, tapping his pen against his cheek thoughtfully. “I suppose we could supply you with two units. It stretches the budget a bit, but it would be interesting to see the results.”

It was an experimental program. Startrux, the planet’s largest interstellar freight company (and Brenda’s employer for fourteen years) was seeking ways to reduce the problem of lost freight on the long space journey between Earth and the outlying colonies. The company’s star-barges essentially flew themselves; most of the navigation and maintenance systems were automated. However, unmanned flights had an unacceptable failure rate. Some fell victim to malfunction or piracy; others simply vanished somewhere in the vast distance of their routes.

The problem with manning the flights, though, lay in the months of solitude required for deep-space flights. The age-old syndrome known as “cabin fever” had particularly devastating results when a crew, no matter how carefully they were psychologically screened, was forced to share a very small inescapable space for months on end. There had actually been murders, costing Startrux billions of dollars in liability lawsuits, and incalculable damage to their public image due to the media fascination with space violence.

Solo flights were attempted for a brief time, but this also proved problematic. Lone pilots had literally gone mad from the loneliness.

So, as an experiment, Startrux was attempting to partner human pilots with bio-mechanical companions. Brenda had been selected for this program based on her psych-profile. It showed that she had reclusive tendencies offset by a very active imagination, with a special propensity for sexual fantasy. This was crucial, because the bio-mechs were mainly designed to counter the problem of sexual deprivation. They were, in essence, fucking machines.

Under the watchful gaze of the man who wasn’t her Uncle Frank, Brenda sat before the touch-sensitive holographic display, designing her lovers. She molded the three-dimensional images like lumps of clay, working them for hours before she was fully satisfied. Not-Uncle-Frank offered suggestions, pointed out some of the more advanced capabilities of the bio-mechs, but for the most part left her alone to create. It was hard for Brenda to believe that her designs would be made real, but she found the mere act of customizing them to be very arousing. The familiar moist tingle between her legs made her squirm in her seat and she wondered if God had felt this way when He had created Eden.

They were beautiful, her machines.

Brenda didn’t see them in the flesh, hadn’t dared remove them from their coffin-shaped boxes, until she was well away from Earth. As if the blue light of the home planet was the disapproving eye of a parent. Finally, in the eleventh day of her journey, when Earth was distinguishable from the infinity of stars only by its slight blue cast, Brenda left the cockpit for the bedchamber. She went to Adam first. She had decided to name him Adam.

Adam stood more than six feet tall beside his coffin, naked. He had broad, muscular shoulders; buffed chest and arms. Very dark skin. Brenda had never been with a black man before, but that had always been a fantasy of hers, and now here it stood fulfilled. He had full, sensual lips; high, tight buttocks; and of course his penis was huge.

Brenda, back on Earth, had deliberated over the penis for the longest time. Neither her ex-husband nor her one other male lover had been particularly well-endowed, but at times it had felt like they could tear her apart inside. Brenda knew this was because sometimes she shrank with fear when they entered her. Still, in her fantastic daydreams, all her men were huge. Finally, she had decided to make the size of Adam’s penis adjustable depending on her moods. Right out of the box, though, she wanted to see how big he could get.

“Get hard,” she commanded him. “Get as hard as you can.”

Adam’s penis obediently inflated, until it was more than a foot long and as big around as Brenda’s fist. The head swelled and pulsed, began to vibrate. All along the shaft were rings and ridges of varying textures, all oscillating at different frequencies.

“Touch yourself,” Brenda said.

Adam stroked the monstrous penis. It writhed like a snake, glistening with an oily secreted lubrication. It was perfect.

“All right, stop.”

Adam dropped his arms to his side. The penis deflated with a balloon squeak and swung between his legs like a large sausage. He stood still, awaiting instructions. Brenda turned away from him and went to the box in which Eve slept.

Eve stood. She was slightly taller than Brenda, but nowhere near the height of Adam. Brenda had designed Eve’s face as something of a cross between her Mother’s and that of Tina, her first female lover. A thin, cool face with a prominent nose, framed by short, carefully sculpted blonde hair. Eve’s body was voluptuous, based on a colonist named Rita with whom Brenda had had a one-night stand. Great, full breasts, much larger than her own. Eve’s skin was very fair, almost pale, designed as a deliberate contrast to Adam’s. She had soft, blondish tufts of hair between her legs and under her arms, and a light downy fuzz covering her legs. Brenda liked her women to have a little bit of hair on their bodies.

“Lie down on the bed,” Brenda said.

The bio-mechanical Eve nodded and walked gracefully across the room. She stretched cat-like across the huge bed.

“Spread your legs,” Brenda said breathlessly. She was becoming aroused.

Eve opened her legs wide and Brenda kneeled before her. Eve’s vagina yawned and puckered, pouting like a starlet’s mouth. It was soaked with moisture, a rich fluid which Brenda could smell. Eve’s clitoris, distended and as large as Brenda’s pinkie finger, moved curiously about, prehensile and aware.

“Touch yourself,” Brenda gasped.

Eve’s manicured hand moved down between her smooth white thighs and tweaked the pink clitoris until it was stiff and quivering. One delicate finger slid into the vagina, which contracted tightly, making moist little smacking sounds.

Brenda reached out slowly to touch it. Eve’s vaginal lips were warm and moist, full of trembling life. It felt real because it was real. Brenda had been told that the bio-mech’s bodies consisted of about eighty-per-cent human tissue. Certain internal organs were mechanical, such as the heart and the lungs, where artificial parts were either cheaper, more efficient or more reliable than cloned organs. Their brains were best described as organic computers; superconducting fungal growths capable of running the intricate programs necessary for the bio-machines to function. They truly were wondrous creations.

Brenda ran the tip of her human finger around the glistening comb of Eve’s bio-mechanical labia. Eve smiled down at her. Teasingly, she smiled. Brenda smiled back reflexively, forgetting for a second that Eve’s gesture had merely been a trick of her programming. When she realized her error, she was angry for letting herself be fooled. She didn’t trust the machines. Not yet.

“Come here,” she called to Adam.

“Sit up,” she commanded Eve.

Brenda guided the bio-machines into position. They moved precisely as she willed them to.

“Suck his penis,” she said.

Eve leaned forward. Adam’s penis came to life, twisting its way between his sister’s lips. Eve cradled the great penis in her mouth, with loving tenderness. She sucked him, firmly but gently. Adam’s head lolled on his solid shoulders. A low moan came from his throat.

The bio-machines could be made to talk, some were equipped with advanced conversational skills, but Brenda had specifically requested that hers be mute. She did, however, allow them small sounds of pleasure. That is, if the sensory data they processed could be defined as “pleasure.” If not, it certainly was a convincing facsimile. Eve’s expression was actually eccentric, resembling bemusement, as if she thought it funny that her mouth was filled with this strange writhing reptile.

“Stop,” Brenda said.

Adam plucked himself from Eve’s jaws. Eve gave his penis a parting kiss before it was pulled away, a nice little touch adding to the human illusion.

“Fuck her,” Brenda said.

Did Adam grin slightly, as if in imitation of anticipation? Yes, Brenda could have sworn he did. Eve leaned back, opened herself once again. Adam lay between her legs. Brenda heard a strange moist whirring noise as the engineered genitals began their interface. She reached a hand underneath, to feel the penetration for herself. Yes, he was inside her. Yes, the huge plug penis somehow fit perfectly into the tight socket vagina. Yes, electricity flowed between them.

Brenda laid on the bed beside them. She struggled with the zipper on her jumpsuit, then with irritation pulled aside the panties she wore under it. Her hand found her own swollen mound as beside her the great machines fucked. Brenda couldn’t stand the prison of her clothes. She wormed out of the jumpsuit, clawed her bra open, kicked the hated panties away. Adam ground into Eve with a fierce tenderness. Both emitted voiceless cries as Eve’s pale white fingers clawed across the vast dark table of Adam’s flawless brown back. Brenda came once, surprised at the unexpected twitching beneath her hand. It had been years.

“OK, stop,” she said, edging closer. Naked and sweaty beside the naked sweating machines. “Now me,” she begged, no longer able to command. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

The grinning machines were suddenly all over her.



Brenda had always been orally fixated. She just loved to suck. It was her favorite thing to do with all of her former lovers, male and female. But none of them had been patient enough to suit her needs. When Brenda went down on someone, their pleasure was the furthest thing from her mind; she just lost herself in the comforting infantile motions of feeding. She could have done it for hours had they not insisted on orgasm.

The bio-mechs were, of course, designed with this in mind.

Brenda could adjust Adam’s penis to the perfect size, to fill her mouth without gagging her. He never tried to force himself down her throat, as her ex-husband had. He just lay there, purring kitten-like, while Brenda sucked him. His strong hands might gently stroke her shoulders or play with her hair, but they never forced her head down. Brenda had always hated that.

Then, only when she was ready for it, she felt along the base of his scrotal sac until she found the little fleshy bump. The button. When she pressed the button, Adam would come. He ejaculated a nutritionally-rich protein substance which had a pleasant, savory taste to it. Not bitter like semen, but delicious. Brenda would drink it until she was full.

Going down on Eve was wonderful, too. Brenda loved the way Eve’s genitals responded to her lips and tongue; the gentle vibrations of the clitoris, the soft contractions of the vagina. And the taste was wonderful. Eve’s juices tasted like sweet red wine. Brenda would not have been surprised to learn that the fluid had an alcohol content. After going down on Eve for a long time, she often felt positively drunk.

The best though, the best was when she instructed Adam to fuck Eve first and fill her vagina to overflowing with his own gelatinous protein. Then Brenda would suck her dry. The two substances combined to form the most delicious flavor Brenda had ever known; like a tangy marinade. Rich, creamy intoxicating nourishment served in a twitching pink bowl between the smoothest thighs. It was magnificent.

Then there was the milk. Of course, Eve’s heavy breasts produced milk. Eve would cradle Brenda gently in her arms and Brenda would suckle her meals in this way. She doubted that she had ever felt this warm and safe, this content, even in her own mother’s arms when she was a baby. Brenda’s mother had been a cold, practical women, not given to tenderness. But Eve rocked Brenda in her arms and cooed gentle wordless songs while Brenda fed. Brenda often fell asleep at Eve’s warm breast.

Back on Earth, the man who was not her Uncle Frank had told her of another subject in this grand experiment, a man who had requested that his bio-mechanical woman would sweat a glucose substance like liquid sugar and that her vagina would produce strawberry jam. Brenda had thought this vulgar at the time, but now she understood.

There was a machine on board the ship which could produce a convincing replication of any food Brenda could imagine. At the push of a button, she could have constituted a steak dinner with baked potato and broccoli, or a Thanksgiving turkey with all the trimmings. But, less than a month into the journey, she disdained this machine in favor of what the bio-mechs produced. She knew their secretions were nutritionally complete. All the nourishment she needed was contained in the liquids she drew from their bodies.

Brenda also enjoyed receiving oral stimulation from the bio-mechs. Sometimes she wanted Eve between her legs. Eve’s mouth was precise and efficient. The motor-driven muscles in her tongue fluttered at Brenda’s clitoris. She had a sensitivity to Brenda’s pleasure that was almost telepathic, and would bring her repeatedly to the very cliff’s edge of orgasm before backing off. It was like storm waves striking a beach. Brenda never knew which one would drag her out to sea. When she finally came this way, it was often so intense that she lost consciousness.

Then, sometimes, she wanted Adam to suck her off. His thick lips lapped at her greedily and his tongue penetrated like a smaller version of his penis. While Eve could take hours to bring Brenda to orgasm, Adam often did so in seconds. Both were amazing, it just depended on her mood.

It wasn’t all oral, though. Brenda liked to be fucked, too. At first, she had insisted on being on top, on straddling Adam and letting him fill her this way because she was afraid to be pinned under his weight. Then, as she grew to trust the machines, she came to enjoy his muscular frame possessing her completely. It was a surrender, abandoning all control to this man who was not even a man, but once Brenda allowed herself to surrender, she discovered realms of pleasure she had never even suspected might exist.

Three months into the journey, Brenda submitted to the dissolution of the final boundary. She gave the bio-mechs very precise instructions, having planned this for days. Then she gave up her own will and let the machines go to work.

Eve lay across the large bed and Brenda climbed on top of her in the familiar “69" position. The woman and the woman-machine nuzzled one another’s vaginas, each of which dripped with a load of Adam’s protein.

Adam approached Brenda from behind. She had not let him penetrate her in this manner before. Brenda remembered how her husband had been crazy on the subject of anal intercourse. He had begged her for it. Submission had brought only pain and humiliation. But when Adam’s penis slid into her anus, small and slick, only swelling up when he had eased himself in and she was relaxed and ready for it, Brenda felt every barrier, border and boundary in her mind, heart, soul and body simply melt away like sugar.

Eve’s gentle mouth on her clitoris. Adam’s insistently pulsing penis in her anus. The rich taste of both of them flowing into her mouth. It was at this moment that Brenda realized she was in love.

Brenda’s life soon took on a strange routine, which became even stranger when she disabled the spacecraft’s artificial day-and-night cycles. She kept the lights dimmed all the time and rarely left the bed. Consciousness and unconsciousness were nearly indistinguishable because when she dreamed, she dreamed of the machines and when she awoke, they were there. Warm and ready, to feed her or fuck her.

Eventually, she only left the bed to use the toilet. Brenda resented the intrusion of this distasteful bodily function and wished she could be like the bio-mechs. Their waste products were contained in plastic cartridges, stored in hidden compartments in the smalls of their backs and changed daily. Cleaner, and better, than the filth of her own humanity.

Time became irrelevant after a while, but still there was a gnawing fear in the back of Brenda’s mind. She awoke from a nightmare and ventured to the cockpit for the first time in what felt like an eternity, to see if what she feared could be real.

It was.

There was a display in the cockpit, which showed the estimated time of arrival at her destination. Less than two weeks. If she didn’t believe the display, there was the irrefutable fact of the Alpha Centauri sun large and bright through the port window. When the route was finished, the experiment would be over. Brenda would have to surrender her wondrous machines and return to the life she had known before; that of loneliness interrupted all too rarely by disappointing lovers. She couldn’t let this happen.

She wouldn’t let this happen.

Brenda cooly opened the panel which contained the ship’s secure systems. Her brain supplied her with the necessary codes, which she had been forced to memorize before the flight. She had to reach back into her earliest training to recall how to accomplish what she needed to do.

First, she released the magnetic couplings which fastened her little ship to the massive barge of freight it pushed. A red warning display cropped up, reminding her that it was an illegal dereliction of duty to jettison freight except in extreme emergency cases. Brenda knew this very well, and didn’t care.

Next she accessed the navigation system, which had been pre-programmed back on earth. She re-programmed the destination setting, typing in co-ordinates at random. Once the ship’s course had been diverted, she shut down all systems except those vital for life support and maintenance. She even shut off the artificial gravity. Brenda knew that a small craft expending so little energy on a random course was virtually untraceable. They would never find her.

Life support was a only a slight drain on the fuel cells. She could drift nearly indefinitely. To be lost in drift had always been Brenda’s greatest fear of deep-space travel. It was much like being buried alive. But now she wanted nothing more than to be entombed forever in a weightless paradise with her perfect lovers.

Satisfied with her irreversible decision, Brenda swam slowly against the air currents back towards the bed chamber. She had heard other freighter pilots talk of the unique kick of zero-G sex, but this was perhaps the one thing she had not yet tried with Adam and Eve. Thinking of love freed of the binds of gravity was getting her very aroused as she made her torpid way out of the cockpit which she never intended to visit again.

Then, on her way back, something impossible happened. The airlock door was opening, by itself. A door that led literally nowhere, into the infinite vacuum. Brenda started with fear. She thought that maybe, in her clumsy sabotage of the ship she had somehow opened the locks. It would be suicide. She vainly swam to shut the door, forgetting that she literally had no weight to throw against it.

The door opened, pushing her aside. A man emerged. A man in a white coat. But that was impossible. That had to be dream. Brenda’s mind churned with nightmarish fear. The man grabbed her roughly about the wrist and dragged her out, into the void.



“Are they all like her?” the man in the white-lab coat asked the woman beside him, who also wore a white lab-coat.

“More or less,” the woman replied.

They stood before a large view-screen which showed Brenda’s hospital room. Brenda lay in bed, her hands secured by straps. She was restrained because she had literally rubbed herself raw with constant compulsive masturbation. Even now, she writhed obscenely, grinding her legs together. Her eyes were empty and her mouth was slack and drooling.

“She’s reverted to an infantile state,” the man noted.

The woman nodded agreement. “Yes, it seems to be the typical result of withdrawal. A few of the subjects have recovered, but most of them are like her. There were a few suicides, too.”

The man chuckled. “It’s a damn good thing we tried this in the simulators. It would have been a few billion dollars in lost freight if we’d tried it on actual flights.”

The woman shook her head sadly. “The experiment has to be considered a failure.”

“Well, not a complete failure. The bio-mechs won’t work for this application, but the company has already started production on a line of consumer units.”

“They’re more addictive than heroin!” the woman protested with a laugh.

“I think that’s the appeal.”

She looked back to the screen, where the gasping catatonic woman thrust her hips into the air, scissoring her legs open and closed. She had almost wriggled her way out of the diaper she wore.

“Maybe human beings weren’t meant to have unconditional sexual pleasure,” she mused.

“Speaking of that . . .” the man dropped his voice down to what he hoped was a seductive growl. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

The woman only rolled her eyes. She never dated co-workers, and the man had been told this many times.

“Come on,” he prodded. “Call it research. We can even pull out one of the bio-mechs and make it a threesome.”

The woman knew that if she ignored these advances long enough, he would eventually stop. “What are we going to do with her?” she asked, deliberately changing the subject.

The man glanced up at Brenda. “Well, she doesn’t have any family. That’s one of the reasons we chose her for the project. I guess we’ll just care for her here.”

“Sad, really,” the woman said.

The man shrugged. “She doesn’t have it so bad.”

In the room, a nurse came in and inserted a nippled tube into Brenda’s mouth. Brenda ate her dinner this way. When she was done, the nurse wiped her chin and changed her diaper. Brenda moaned and pressed herself against the nurse’s hand when she was wiped clean.

Once she was cleaned and fed, Brenda curled into a ball and fell into a warm, content sleep. Her nearly toothless mouth made little sucking motions, reflecting her pleasant dreams.