0 comments/ 23342 views/ 9 favorites The 300 By: Paolo Labico Xanthippos felt the firm, muscular shoulder of the man on his right against his own. Timocrates' sweat-slick flesh held reassurance. Their shields were large and round, but their position, strapped to the left arm, meant they could only cover half of the body. Timocrates' shield overlapped the exposed right half of his body in this position, just as his would cover Cleon to his left. In other armies, the whole line would gradually slide to the right as each man sought to cower behind his mate's shield, but these men bore the Lambda on their shields, they were Lacedaemonians, Spartans. They held their place. For two days they had fought, denying the Persian horde entrance into the bosom of Greece. Their blood and the flesh of friends clogged the narrow pass of Thermopylae. But now it was over, their king dead, their position encircled there was no hope now. Nothing left to do but sell their lives dearly and join their king at the breakfast in Hades he promised them. For Xanthippos this was the worst part of combat. The "Hymn to Castor" had been sung, in a moment they would charge the Persians with no regard for defense, seeking only to take as many lives as possible. In this moment time stretched, thoughts raced. He knew fear: Spartans were not barbarians to charge drunkenly, fearlessly. Fear of the enemy could be mastered. His true fear was of failure. What if he should fall before his friends? His shield would not defend them. He felt the men next to him tense and move before he realized that he had as well. Hours of drill allowed them to anticipate the pipe's call to charge. He wanted to turn to them...to these men whom he had known all his life...these brothers...to say goodbye. But he knew no words were needed, they knew his heart as well as he did. He shifted his heavy shield, flexed his thighs like a sprinter as he moved to charge. White-hot agony rippled from the poorly bound wound in his thigh as the still-embedded Persian arrowhead bit into his flexing muscle. He bled anew, but he caught his lips between his teeth...they would charge in silence, but for the pipes... Xanthippos awoke in a grove of olive and vine. Fruit hung heavy on each, luscious and ripe. The air was cool from the freshness of the sputtering spring beside him. He looked into its waters; the gently rippling surface reflected a face he hardly recognized. His fingers slid across his cheek, feeling for the long scar from temple to chin. That scar had marred his face from his youth, a badge of honor, a wound received in combat. Now it was gone. Suddenly he realized that the pain was gone, he looked to his thigh. The skin was clean and unmarred. His rough hands ran over his chest, over the soft, fresh linen tunic. The tunic was scarlet like his own, but no Spartan would wear a woman's tunic: only a woman would wear soft linen instead of coarse homespun wool. His body too was slick, anointed with oil...perfumed like a Corinthian whore. Had the Persians captured him? He had heard of some of their more perverse ways. He almost laughed at the thought of a soft, white Persian noble "taking advantage" of him. He was startled as the water in the middle of the pool bubbled and churned. Instantly he assumed the fighting stance he had learned as a boxer. Slowly he watched as raven tresses broke the surface of the pool. Then the dark blue doe eyes, blinking away droplets. The eyes...they were the color of the pool's tepid water. He somehow sensed that a man could drown in either; he suspected that the eyes were far deeper. His attention was so wholly focused that he didn't realize that she had risen completely from the water until she stepped forward, toes rippling the surface. "Bye the Twins..." Xanthippos stood slack-jawed. A broad smile blossomed across her face, which he noticed for the first time was beautiful beyond compare. He realized suddenly that he couldn't really see her, not all of her, each of her features demanded so much of his attention. It was as if his human eyes could not take all of her in at once. "I am for you, Xanthippos." His eyes focused solely on her slick red lips, teeth like perfectly matched pearls. His head swam as her lips rushed to meet his. At their touch he found himself taking her lips eagerly, like a babe to mother's breast. Drinking passion from them like none he had ever known. She stood back. His eyes took her whole form in now. Something had changed with that kiss. She appeared human, but the most perfect woman he had ever seen. His gaze sliding up her alabaster thighs, the swelling of her hips, her tight, slim waist. His eyes lingered at her breasts; they were magnificent. Her nipples were taut and pink. Her clavicle perched above in the flowing curves of a Skythian bow. "You may call me Daphnae." At her voice his eyes leapt to meet hers, his face reddened rapidly. "Daphnae..." The name flowed like honey from his tongue She smiled again. Her hands moved swiftly. Xanthippos had boxed since early youth, his reflexes were tuned to a pitch few men could match, but before he could move to block her, hands had slipped his tunic from his shoulders. It bundled about his waist, binding his arms as he sought to raise them. Her laughter was like the shepherd's bells tinkling as the sheep come in from pasture. "Child of man, know that I am what your kind calls a Nymph. This is my glade." She indicated the expanse of greenery around the pool with a casual wave of her hand. "I am for you, you must take me...lay with me for a time as you would a mortal woman." Seeing the look of shock on his face, she knelt before him. "I will explain more later." She said, smiling up at him as her hands crept up his strong thighs. His manhood had been hard since her headfirst broke the surface of the pool. Her eyes held his as she gently brought her mouth to the tip. She forced his cock to spread her rich red lips apart as he entered. Xanthippos felt his cock slipping into the tight, virgin sex of the first girl he had ever lain with. It settled deep in the warm wet grip of her tight sheath. His mind fought to brake away from this illusion. He knew he had entered the mouth of the Nymph. The feeling was incongruent, but amazing. His hands settled themselves around her soft face; fingers tangled in her still wet hair. He felt the warmth drawing him in, her mouth sucking gently. He felt her tongue torturing him with ecstasy, lashing his cock with broad strokes. He felt... "No", he pushed at her head, she knelt unmoved, but his cock sprang free as he fell backwards. He looked up, no boy to cum so soon, but now sprawled on his ass like a fool. She smiled at his self-control, far beyond what she expected. Daphnae, who remembered the time when Titans still roamed the earth, who had loved and been loved by great heroes, Demi-Gods whose names were now but myth, crept slowly over his supine form; a panther claiming her prey, a force of nature. "This way will suffice just as well." She said as she settled her body over his, straddling his hips. She forced his eyes to meet hers, her slim white fingers tilting his broad cleft chin. She dipped her lips to meet his, feeding him another taste of ambrosia, making him temporarily something more than human. She slid her splayed sex slowly along the length of his shaft, taking her pleasure from him as he writhed beneath her. Raising up slightly, she settled down upon him, letting him barely penetrate her. Fighting the urge to surrender to his pleasure completely, he rose up on his elbows, bringing his lips to her fever-hot flesh. He trailed kisses across her flawless flesh, his tongue slowly circling her lush buxom. His mouth closed over her breast, tongue dancing over her turgid nipple. She tasted of wine and honey. He feasted on each nipple in turn; teeth grazed her smooth skin. His strong fingers dimpled her buttocks and thighs as they pressed into the soft flesh. He battled within as he sought either to thrust deep with in her and slake his lust, or to hold her still and prolong the delicious torment he now felt. She lowered herself slowly onto his jutting manhood, letting him triumph over his passion. She was careful in her movements so as not to try his mortal will too severely, he was trying so hard to please her. She lost herself in the feel of a man's mouth wetly suckling. How long had it been? She shuddered as she felt herself impaled on his entire length. Slowly she ground her hips, savoring the feel of him inside her. His mind clouded with excitement, he was only conscious of flickering images: the sweet firm flesh of her breast in his mouth, the throbbing in his loins, the tightening of his scrotum. Not since flames had consumed Troy and the Sea Kings became legends had she known such passion. She thrust her chest to meet his eager mouth and swiveled her hips upon him as her control slackened. Sex with him was her Destiny, but she hadn't imagined that he would waken her dormant lusts so fully. In her excitement, she forgot about his mortal frame, her fingers dug cruelly into his flesh. Her nails raked his soft flesh like talons. She slammed her hungry sex down upon him again and again. Her tightness gripped him, dripping her nectar along his butter-slick shaft. She would have him. She would make him hers. She would... The raw gashes that lined his body bled freely. He looked more like an unsuccessful lion hunter than a lover, but he was beyond mere physical pain. Sensations merged within him, her claws on his flesh, her clutching sex, urging him to cum, and more than cum. Daphnae thrashed wildly upon him, her head thrown back. Her howl was that of a wolf pack, of the whipping northern wind. She quaked upon his loins, her juices thick on him. He felt himself cum deep within her; some inner part of him lost forever. More than just his seed, a portion of his spirit entered her, merged with her. She collapsed upon his chest, panting. As her consuming passion faded, she slipped his body from hers, noticing his torn, abused flesh. As he fought to catch his heaving breath, the searing pain hit him at last. He stoically set his face as his eyes met hers, the memory of moments before worth his suffering. A tear slipped from her eye. Her palm slowly passed over the rough, raw wounds, and it was as if they had never been. "Xanthippos, I am pleased to have been yours. In another age you would bedeck the night sky with your flame, as do the heroes of old." She looked up to the heavens, eyes tracing the shapes of the constellations, heroes she had loved. "Why?" Xanthippos gasped. His strength sorely sapped, he sought a thousand answers with that one question. He felt the effect of her kisses wearing thin. The wound in his leg appeared again, the blood, the fatigue. "Two hundred and ninety seven of my sisters are with you Spartans now." She took his head in her lap, her hands gently cradled his face, and her fingers traced the long scar that creased his cheek again. "You will die today. It is not in my power to alter Fate. You and all the rest." Her voice trembled with the timbre of a falling tree. Her tears flowed over her ivory cheeks like quicksilver. "Even your name will be lost in time, but your sacrifice will be remembered. Men of your race will rule all Greece." She slowly slid her palm across the soft flesh of her belly. Already she knew his seed had sparked new life. "And your daughter will live forever..." Xanthippos lay tangled in death with his companions. Gore-ridden piles of Persians formed a wall around the site of their last stand. In the end, they could only be defeated from afar, slaughtered by a hail of arrows that darkened the sun. The Great King of Persia himself surveyed the carnage. Stepping down from his chariot, he turned to his chancellor Hydarnes. "What kind of men are these?" He spit upon them. "Do they love battle so much? Not only do they decimate my finest troops, but see how they greet death?" The Great King pointed with a fat, jeweled finger. Every blood-spattered Spartan corpse was smiling... The 35 Centimeters It was some years when this happened. My english is not perfect- I am from a small village in Finland. I think I was 18 and I had no experience with girls but I knew what kind of things I like. I had been dreaming of a tall beautiful smart blonde with big tits. She was my favorite fantasy for few months, but soon I found that she was dating with an ice hockey player and was out of my reach. (Update 2010- Married and she has children) Then I began looking around for a new girl who would make me hot. I noticed a smart redhead called Soile (Update 2010 - I ended up on the same jobsite with her father- She is living with someone) and she was in my mind for many moths. She had short hair, sexy soft voice and every time I heard her talk I felt warm and weak. I never told her that. She ended up with a boy from a rich family and I went to another school. The next girl was something else. She came in front of me in stairs and I immediately felt interested, but It took me many moths to see her again. The same day I also saw the girl who sent me email yesterday. She has her first child and a husband already, but all the time we were studying together I wished I would be the one to marry her. I was driving around with my car in the age of 19. There was some snow and temperature was quite cold. I think I took a friend of mine to town that night. It was probably Saturday because the he went to a nightclub that had 20-year age limit. I was in the mood of driving because I had a holiday from military service. I noticed two girls that were obviously feeling a bit cold. I parked my car in front of them and kept engine running. I also had a CD player and 12" subwoofer in the back. Soon the girls knocked on my window and the shorter girl asked: "Can we com in and warm up for a while." I let them in and we talked for some time. I also said that I would offer my warm hands if any extra heat is needed and the redhead soon gave me her cold paw. The blonde was getting sleepy, so we took her home first. I felt like I had a chance of a lifetime to have sex. The other girl, 18-year old redhead sat back on my front seat and we drove until we stopped on a parking lot. We started kissing and petting. It had been more or less an two hours since we met when I asked: "My place, your place or dark forest road." She was red from another place than her hair. She said: "father's house is empty at the moment and isn't anyone until next afternoon." She showed me the route and in few minutes we were on the front door. I read the last name in the door before I followed her. We took some juice first and after our glasses were empty we headed to their living room. The house was very clean and I was still feeling lucky. She sat on my lap and we started kissing again. In fifteen minutes or something I had my hand inside her panties and she was willing to take off her clothes. We walked to her father's bedroom and kept on our game of hide and seek. She obviously knew I would have come immediately if she had touched my rock hard cock. She was undressed much before me but she refused to let me eat her. She rather had fingers in and on her pussy and her mouth on mine until I felt she was really wet. As I got rid of my clothes I wished I had a condom with me. I didn't have one and she didn't say a word to make me stop so I climbed on top of her body. She was short but not thin in any way. Not fat, not thin. Her breasts were small, but all that mattered to me was her furry wet cunt. I was afraid I might miss target and on my first attempt to enter her. I was just sliding on top of her belly. On third attempt she moved but I wasn't sure if I had entered her. My cock was so hard that I didn't seem to feel too well. As my balls hit her ass I felt I was in. I think she was no virgin no more and it was really difficult to know when I was going to redraw too much. I tried to be slow because I wanted something to remember. In few minutes I felt her tummy tighten and she was few seconds nearly motionless. She just tried to hold me still and take a deep breath. I was afraid I was too rough and I kissed her again. Then I started to move again until she was again making me stop. The third time didn't come because I finally pumped my come in her. Soon my cock was limp and since we were not sleepy she put the sheet into washing machine, we got dressed and after very short discussion we drove to my parents house. I took her to my bed and in few minutes we were back to lovemaking. We didn't spend too much time with foreplay. She was still hot and she had her and my juices dripping from her pussy. I fucked her slowly for an hour or so and I don't know if she came or not. Then we were feeling dirty and I took her to shower. I washed her with vanilla soap and we finally went to sleep. In the morning she remembered the sheets in the washing machine and I took her to her fathers place with my car. I gave her my card and before I left her I asked: "What is your first name" I had heard it some time of night, but I had forgotten it by morning. Then I left to get some more sleep. Since then I spend next 4 moths fucking her every time I had a chance. I don't think I ever loved that girl, but she sure had wet and furry pussy that made me return to her every chance I got. She was strange girl. She never let me lick her pussy, she blow me only once. She said anal sex is just for gay men. I missed her pussy, but not her dog, her family, her friends, or her attitude. She also wanted to marry young and have a child to love the sooner the better. After 4 moths she said she was just a fuck for me and dumped me. I met a next interesting girl some months later in one of internet's most popular dating forums. She was not too pretty but talkative and open to me from very beginning. It took me a year to actually meet her in person but I was glad I did. We met just twice on neutral ground before she visited me for the first time. I had been joking about cable ties, handcuffs, whip, strawberries and whipped cream. Or she thought I was joking until we came to my place for the first time. There was nothing special in the house, but once she sat on my bed she heard a noise. For some time I have had short chains hanging on the end of my bed and she was soon aware of them. She asked what they were for and I told her the truth. They were waiting for a willing woman to be tied, spanked and fucked by me. She then noticed that there were two chains. She wanted to know what the second chain was for? Of course you have two hands and two feet, but if I ever have a girlfriend and a bisexual mistress I'd better be prepared for it. She laughed until I opened my drawer and took long black cable ties and a bit shorter white ones. She didn't laugh any more, but instead she asked if I had ever tied and fucked anyone. Said I had tied a person and I had fucked a person, but I hadn't done both of the things to same person or same time. She said I could never tie her if I wanted to. I said I would tie her only if she wanted to be tied. She didn't believe me not for a slightest bit, but she didn't want to be tied to prove me I was wrong. We spend a lovely evening in my house. We cooked a dinner together and ate in candlelight. We spend a lot of time outdoors just lying in the sun with our clothes on but my hands exploring her breasts. They were definitely the best part of her body. They were size of a grapefruit, soft, smooth and her nipples were easy to find. Once I had her nipples hard they were as big as head of my pinky. We talked about past year and all the letters we had send to each other. I asked if I could eat some ice cream using her tummy as my plate. She didn't take me too seriously until I had frozen strawberries and ice scream on my plate and I asked her to lift her T-shirt so I could get nasty. She laughed but also lifted her T-shirt reveling her flat belly. I took one strawberry and some ice cream and used the cold spoon to move the portion on her belly. She tensed up and was obviously surprised. She didn't scream but I could se her feeling unpleasant. I put the empty spoon back on the plate and kissed belly near the ice. What are you doing she asked while I licked her belly clean for the first time. I asked if she wanted to return the favor as I laid second cold spoon on her belly, this time a bit lower than the first one. You are going to ruin my pants with strawberries she said as I licked her belly for second time. This time she wasn't laughing before the spoon hit her bellybutton. I then told her to lower her pants and panties or take them off to keep them clean. She let me finish my task before she took her pants off, but she refused to take her panties because we do have neighbors. I had eaten most of it when she admitted that she felt kinky in a way. I asked if she was kinky enough to return the favor. She didn't reply. She took a strawberry between her teeth and made slow circles on my belly. She really made me hot with the strawberry and she also licked the trace away. Then I fed her from my own mouth and soon we had finished our plate. Then I took her head on my chest and held her for few minutes. We saw the sun hide behind a cloud and I said that the sheep wants to be held too, so she went to hug our sun. She kissed me and said that it was time to take a step further. She was taller than me, so we maybe looked a bit silly walking toward door. I opened the door and she kissed me as she went in. She was shy as she asked if she was pretty. I told her that she was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen and definitely the sexiest I had ever kissed. She felt good, because I was honest with her. She asked if I wanted to see trough her T-shirt and I said yes. I wanted to see her breasts while she was standing in front of me for the first time. I wanted to release her brassiere and try to support them with my hands. She came close to me and asked me to be gentle because she didn't want any marks to show she was with a man. I took my time releasing her bra and she removed her bra facing the wall. I asked her to show me her face and her nice soft tits. She was slow in her turn, but I kept my hand on her hips just above the waistband of her white panties. I kissed her lips, I kissed her hips, I kissed her big hard nipples and I tried to kiss everything from forehead to waistband. She was not responding the way I wanted her to respond and I laid her on my bed. I asked what was wrong. First she said nothing, but she then told me she was not feeling good while someone could see her body. She also said she remembered the looks old men gave her and how she had feared nudity for years. I said everything would turn out just fine. I told her that she was the kind of girl I would run after. I kissed her and asked her if she ever masturbated. She nodded with red face. What do you dream of while you are on your own. She didn't reply for a while, but as I caressed her belly and kissed her lips again she said something. "I have never imagined my first time to be like this. I was quite certain it would be a drunk ugly old man who would just lift my shirt, lower my pants and force his way in. I never thought I would be caressed and held close like this. I never felt like I was the only woman on earth. I never felt this hot without putting my hands inside my pants" She stopped and slipped one hand under her waistband lowering her panties few centimeters. I looked her in her eyes and asked if she really wanted this. She said she was scared, she said she wasn't sure and she said she had a fire burning inside that she had to stop or make herself explode. I took her hand and followed her hand under her waistband. She looked away before I asked I she had ever dreamed of anyone going down on her. She was red for few seconds so I asked who she had imagined sleeping with. She whispered she had had a thought of another woman, a beautiful brunette who dated an idiot boy friend. I was stunned, but I asked how she had wanted to be pleased by another woman. This time she was red for long time, so I said it must be kinky. She was red, but didn't say a word. I asked if she had wanted her to save her cherry for the right man and she nodded. She asked me if I could keep a secret and I told that so far I have been the one she could trust. She was red when she said she had a fantasy of a woman putting something big in her anus while she would masturbate herself. She asked not to think she was sick or anything. I kissed her again and told her in short words: "When a woman is having a crush she kisses and likes to be kissed. When a woman is falling in love she also allows access to her pussy. But when a woman really loves a man or a woman she allows him to use all three holes, not maybe every night, but every two weeks or something." She smiled and asked: "serious?". I said: " I'd love to see you prepare yourself to be butt fucked". She was red but the color was fading. She said: "I never heard of preparation to anal sex." I told her: "enema or duce would make it more pleasant and clean". She went pale as I described how to put water in and let it come out. She was quiet for some time, but when she left to toilet and I heard the water running. It took her fifteen minutes and she came out looking maybe a bit angry. She said some bad words and was getting some color to her face. - Now I know what it feels like to be a dirty whore. I wont let you touch me ever again you liar - How did I lie to you? - There is no way a woman would go trough all this trouble to have sex - I can show you a video If it makes you feel better - Nothing makes me feel better. I trusted you... - Let's make a deal. I'll show you the video and if you don't believe me I'll do the same for myself just to make you feel better - You can skip the movie pal, but if you treat your ass the same way I did I may reconsider - Do you want to have something to drink while I threat myself - I knew that was coming. I don't believe you - Well then, you are free to join me She was very quiet as she followed me to toilet. She was quiet as I sat and let the water flow, but she started talking as I wiped my ass. - You seem to enjoy it, or at least you don't look unhappy at all - When the temperature is right and when I am on the mood it feels actually nice - You are joking or you are more pervert than I ever thought you were. - I am not joking. Now you have reconsidered, what is your conclusion? - You have to show me the film. I know they are acting, but if they look like they are enjoying themselves afterwards you can tell me more" I had just one old film that had the kind of scene. There were two women and the Japanese looking girl had a sort of pump she used to put the water in. After the girl was clean the Japanese looking lubricated her fingers and an average dildo and fucked the other girl in the ass. My girl was still having her second thoughts, but she was so wet that I could smell it from short distance. She asked what the girls used as lubricant. - I think she is using message oil or joy jelly. You can find two brands in a supermarket. They are the kind of lubricants that don't damage rubbers that condoms are made of - In what supermarket - In several supermarkets. Look close to condoms and toothbrushes. - Would you mind if I made a bet with you - It depends on what I can win or lose. - Lick me until I get my orgasm. Then we get dressed and visit a supermarket. If you are telling me the truth you buy one tube of it and as we are by the cashier you say to lady you are going to use it in less than 15 minutes. Do it and my ass is yours. - That is a deal. Lie on your back and let me take a look what you have been hiding in there. She took of her panties and led my head to her wet pussy. I licked her for a minute or so. She had waited for the kind of small but relaxing orgasm she got using her own fingers, but her emotional state and all the arousal made her climb a bit higher and she tried no to shout. I kept her high until she forced my head away. She was shaking for few seconds and it seemed like all her skin was feeling cold shivers. I kissed her and held her until she thanked me and started immediately putting her clothes on. I got into my shorts too and took my drivers license and some money with me. We took my 2+2 seat car and drove to closest supermarket. I took a jar of the lubricant and walked to the cashier. I asked her to pick a number and she said 12. We went straight to the cashier. - Hello, said the cashier - Hello, I said - Two fifteen please, anything else - Here you are, I think I'll have enough to do with this and I am going to use it in the ass of the lucky woman standing behind me and if I don't get there in fifteen minutes she may have second thoughts. As I finished my sentence she ran through the cashier towards front door - Here is your two eighty-five, If you don't make it you know where to find me. Thank you. - I'll keep that in mind. I was feeling my face getting red. The cashier was ex girl friend of one of my best friends,(update 2010 married 1 child) but we had hardly said a word to one another. I ran to the car and she was laughing as I sat into drivers seat. - You old pervert. How can you say things like that to a stranger? - I wasn't joking, but she wished that I would be late and pick her up later. - Step on it. You kept your word and I'll keep mine. We sat on my bed and kissed. She then turned to offer me her ass. I poured the lubricant on her ass just above her asshole and rubbed it. Then I entered her ass with one wet finger, two fingers and asked if she could take my 15 centimeters or should I get a 35-centimeter dildo to warm her up. She had one finger rubbing her clit so she just moaned yes. I pressed my cock on her entrance and slowly entered her well-lubricated asshole. She didn't protest in any way and she wasn't too tight in any way. She seemed to want more as I was in to the hilt. I caressed her back and tits the best I could. But my cock was very soon ready to explode. I asked if I could shoot in her ass and she was moaning yes, yes. Those words were not meant to anyone, she was just moaning because she had just began to climax. I waited until she was quiet and shot my load in her with few short fast strokes. I took my shrinking cock out with an audible flop and she immediately turned her face to me and I missed the sight of her hole returning to normally closed state. She opened her mouth but didn't lick me clean. She started talking instead. - You really know how to entertain a woman, but I hoped something awesome - You mean like 35 centimeters dildo splitting your ass? - I am sorry, you made me feel dirty, but now I don't feel bad any more - What made the difference? - I can talk to you. I can say how I feel and unlike the man I use to date you know the meaning of foreplay. - I only wish I could practice more often with you - I am afraid that won't happen, but I will always remember this experience and your 35-centimeter joke - That is no joke, why do you think I cleaned my ass for... - Ok so tell me. I can take it - Ass I told you I have a butt plug and a dildo just waiting to be used - Not on me - But If you remember what I said... - You mean anything I do to you, you can do to me. - Yes, and since you don't have a cock you could use a dildo - A 35 cm - The 35 cm - You are 10 cm shorter than me. If you can take it all the way it Ill promise that you are going to be the second person to have sex with me. I went go get my hidden toy. She didn't expect it to exist. Once she saw it her face was totally red. I handed her the monster size fake cock with large balls. She was still red when she noticed I wasn't joking. The 35 Centimeters 2 I am not very excellent lover or too popular among girls, but I do have something. I was 21 when I bought myself a sports car with my own money; I have been to army, traveled in 15 countries and I know what it is like to hear a grenade whistling its way to the closest building. Since I have dated only one woman I have spent a lot of time masturbating. Now I am going to tell you how. I am Darkman 27 I don't remember when I had my first hard on, but I am quite certain I could read and write by then. I had read a lot of erotic stories before they had any affect on me. Soon I learned to masturbate too. I must have been 18 when I really got the hang of it. I saw a movie where two girls used anal beads and I was eager to try how they felt. I never had the nerve to visit nearest erotic store too look for beads so I used my imagination. I soon found a ball from a roll on deodorant and I hid it carefully. When I had four balls I went to our garage and drilled a 4 mm hole trough each ball. I had trouble trying to get a string trough the hollow balls, but I made it. Once they were ready I went to bathroom and slowly inserted the first ball. I had washed the balls before I tried to put one in my ass, but not well enough. My ass was soon burning and I had to use a lot of water to wash my burning asshole. I took some soap after the pain had faded and tried it in my ass. It was burning too, but water was the cure. I tried several soaps until I found a shampoo that had PH value 6 and it didn't burn at all. I washed the balls many times with three different soaps before I flushed them and tried again. This time there was no pain, but the ball was covered with shit. I gave up for the day and hid the balls. At that time I had no idea how anal sex was looking so clean in the movies I had seen. Next time I was home alone I tried to insert some water in my ass with shower hose. That worked out fine, except I had trouble keeping up pleasant temperature. I was determined to try the balls and that night I got then in and out clean and I came quite soon. For some weeks I was determined I would try something else too, but then I accidentally found my mothers dildo as I was searching a bag of cotton. It was actually a vibrator, but I was surprised and eager to try it too. It was something like 20 centimeters long and diameter was around 3-4 centimeters. When I tried to put it in my as before the first time I didn't get it in. A week later I was more determined and I had tears in my eyes as I got most of it inside. It was a weird feeling as I started moving it in and out my tingly little hole. I was soon masturbating with rapid tempo and coming in less than a minute. That dildo I only tried a couple of times. I think the vibrator got wet and started to break. I wasn't feeling too sorry because I had started my studies and next to my school was an erotic store I could visit each day if I wanted to. I think I burned my self-made beads before I went to study, but now I have a selection of wooden balls diameter 2-6 centimeters. I have also seen nice plastic beads but I don't have them yet. My next anal interest came up as I saw a film with transparent dildo. I wanted to try some sort of transparent object too and I certainly did. My first glass dildo was a mini bottle, but I was afraid I might lose it inside I decided to try something easy to get out. I choose a bottle of well-known soda with 0.3 liters capacity. The shape like made to fit in tight ass. I used it every time I could. I was careful not to break it and in the beginning I could get only the narrow part in. As time went by I could feel the pain and I could see the bottle going deeper and deeper each time. Then one day I sat on it and the widest part went in. I had tears in my eyes as pumped my fist up and down my shaft. For some moths I was happy but then I took the 0.5 liters bottle in use. This time it took me much longer to get it in my ass. It also took me longer to get bored with my new "friend". My next big step to anal pleasures hit me as I saw a picture of a man who was fisted in the ass. I had used 3 or 4 fingers sometimes, but I had never tried to use my whole fist. I used the bottle first and then I covered my hand with shampoo and tried to push my fist in my ass. It didn't go in on first attempt mainly because the position was difficult. Another day I tried to put me foot behind my neck, but I was of balance. Then I got an idea. I took some support from wall with my toes as my upper back and head were against the floor. My mouth was close to my cock head so I had a good motivation to stretch my back for several minutes. I could actually touch the tip of my cock with the tip of my tongue. That made me so horny I forced my fist in and came on my face. I was satisfied and the next few weeks I had two new pleasures. The fist in my ass felt great, but licking my cock head was awesome. I think I could get it half way in my mouth with few moths practice. I also tried to fuck myself in the ass. I got my cock head inside my ass and I could milk it with my entrance. The bad thing is coming with a twisted cock. I cold stimulate myself but only 3-4 times I could shoot my load. In those days I found out I could get my cock hard with pain. I used two buckets as weights as I tried to stimulate myself. I laid my back on a bench hung the buckets just above my knees so that my inner thighs were stretching painfully. First it was jus pain, but as the pain came worse my cock got harder. Few times I had to lift my feet and rest my thighs, but eventually I came without touching my cock. That is not the only time I have come without a touch. Few times I have had nearly as wet dreams as my friend Anna. The second event I remember was watching a movie. There was a girl dildo fucking another girl. I had never seen the movie and I think I came in the point took a big dildo and showed it into the ass of another girl. I have also used a tire to make an artificial vagina. It was silly looking thing but as tight as a virgin. I didn't stop to the 0.5 liters bottle. I found a slightly bigger brown glass bottle but it felt too big for many moths. I sat on it, fisted myself and used a variety of different obstacles in my before I finally got it in. I think I found my limit in diameter. It is 8 centimeters and not a bit more. I haven't used the toy or some time because I found nearly as big, but much more pleasurable toy in an erotic store. It is really a huge plastic monster. The total length is 35 centimeters and 30 centimeters can be used before balls stop the movement. The diameter is also quite big, maybe 7 centimeters or something. I also have 7 centimeters butt plug with vibra. The butt plug was in frequent use before I bought the monster cock. I used it few times while I was driving and I stopped in a supermarket the thing in my ass. But the wires broke quite soon and the vibra died. It was broken for a month or two before I tore it to peaces and repaired the wire. I think no one has thought about lifetime of the cable in design phase. I don't know is anyone ever does repair for an intimate toy, but I did. I also made new gearwheels to a Honda motorcycle in occupational school, so I have other talents than poor stories. The big dildo was in discount shelf. I would have bought it anyway but since it was nearly cheap I bought it. They always give a piece of paper with instruction how to use intimate toy. I am quite open minded, but I would be happy if I got the toy, the piece of paper and no nonsense. Every time I have bought something else than a video or DVD he or she has also spoken few words. As I took the massive dick in front of the young woman, she only said the price and here you are. I think the cock was in discount shelf because it was too big for any normal person to think off. I have trouble keeping it in a safe place. I have planned hiding it in my trunk, but because police seems to love my car I haven't. I recommend this kind of item for every home. The length could be a bit less because I am quite short. I don't know anatomy very well, but I can feel the dildo enter higher than my navel. It didn't go that far on first attempt, not even first month. I had to take deeper enema because there was my shit on the way. The night I got it in was really good. I think I came 5 times in less than 3 hours. Each time I had the monster cock deep in my ass. Because the cock has balls it can stand on the floor. I can sit on it and let my weight do the job. It also so heavy it will come out on its own as I raise my ass. That is the easy way. Manual use is also possible but it is hard to get the first half in because of the length. It is no a strap on, but few times I have tied it to a heavy chair so that I can take it on my hands and knees. That felt nice and I think I am going to use the same position more often. I have also used long wide rubber bands to keep the dildo inside. The bands gave it some free movement. It was possible to walk, but the feeling was odd mainly due to large rubber balls. I don't know what I am going to buy next. I haven't seen a rubber arm or fist in our local store, but there are lot of thins to try. The wooden beads were also something to remember. I made my beads so that there were 2 small, 3 averages and one big ball in the string. The monster cock is easy to get in compared with my beads. The first 5 beads have to be pushed deep inside so that the last one goes in too. Once they are deep inside it feel mostly nice. Once I start to pull the string there can happen two things. The beads may come out nicely or they may stop somewhere. If it hurts it is better to keep the string tight than to pull with more force. Once I got the small beads so mixed that they tried to come out in one time. That hurt a bit, but it is nicer to feel them pop out one at the time. Maybe I'll buy the kind of beads that have fixed distance. They would easy to get in and easy to pull out, but if I do that is another story. The 35 Centimeters I then gave her the lubricant jar and she seemed to know what to do with it. She used one finger to lube my asshole. She added a second finger, then third and they slid in and out without any pain. Then she took the fake cock and coated the head of it with the lubricant. - Shall I put it in, she asked - I'll get on all fours first - Are you ready for it - That thing is so big you can push maybe one third in without any pain or trouble. Then you have to hold for a while before the second third goes in. Then it stops. There will be obvious resistance inside me. You have to saw it in and out in slow motion or maybe take it all out to put some more lubricant. She did as I told her. The dildo went in the half way of the shaft and she moaned something like: "I am not doing this. I can't push it deeper". Then it stopped, she pulled it out all the way and lubricated the head of it again. She spread my ass with one hand and used the other to push the dildo in. She pushed it in like in a slow motion movie. It went in about half way before it stopped. - This is the hard part, I said - Am I hurting you - Not yet, but the remaining part of the dildo will give pain and pleasure. - What do I do now? - Wait a second. I'll bend a bit and you follow. Then I'll back into the dildo. She followed me with the dildo ass I bend forward. When I started to back into it she held it still. I took my time and tried get use to the huge thing entering my ass. Then I felt the head of the dildo passing tightest part. I had most of it inside me, but there was the second tight place ahead that made me stop. - Take it easy now baby girl. - Shall I take it out - No, but keep it in same depth, but make it squirm and rotate very slowly. She was shaking as she did as I told her. She rolled 90 degrees, another 90 degrees and made de dildo squirm. - Stop! - Are you hurt? - No, you got it ready to move in all the way - Like this, she said and pushed it a bit deeper - Yes. Slowly ohhh! - There is nearly 2 inches to go - Keep on a steady pressure and let it go in all the way... Pretty soon I felt the feeling I had done to myself a number of times. It felt different done by somebody else. I could tell it was in all the way when the fake ball hit my ass. Actually it went in easier than by myself. The 35 cm was in all the way and she moved it out an inc or two and bushed it back to the hilt. It is something that straight men often don't experience and I bet if they do they probably wont enjoy it a slightest bit. Then she grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I came in less than a minute, but I didn't shoot more than a drop because the huge fake cock was so big. The end of The 35 Centimeters The 3rd Early Rideout of West Grand This tale is a follow-up to the story called "It's A Place of Beauty" revolving around one of the minor characters in the tale, a storekeeper named Early. None of the characters involved in the story are real or related to any actual living or deceased persons ***** The crack of the ax-head against the block splintering the dry firewood had filled the air for most of the early morning. When it is 10 degrees and getting colder the workout keeps the body warmed against the cold air. This morning started out cold and with the temps dropping a bit and with the low cloud cover thickening the sky, sounds in the air started taking on that deadened trait signaling the beginning of a serious snowstorm. The weatherman on Channel 2 out of Bangor called for 18-24 inches of the stuff. My bones tell me more. The sign out over the gas pumps says "Early's General Store" and "Open At 6AM Till". My grandfather called the place "Early's Trading Post" before my father tried out "Grand Lake Convenience Store". I went retro and settled on the general store approach. My grandfather was Early Rideout as was my father and so am I, Early Rideout III. It can get confusing at times since we have all gone by the name Early. One woman came into the store and swore up and down she talked to my daughter about a Jeep she had for sale and cussed me out for lying to her. Well, it was Early's daughter all right and it just happens that she is my sister. In any event, Father cashed out and moved to a retirement trailer park in Florida for the winter and spends his summers over on Pocomoonshine Lake. He financed the store for me and I've been running the place since 2005. We get a lot of tourists stopping by during hunting and fishing seasons as well as a good bit of business off the Indian Reservation. Lately, I picked up some good trade from a few of the trucking companies running from up north down over to St. John and back, mostly pulp haulers and a few hauling paper out of Madawaska way up on the edge of civilization. Most of the Quebec traffic runs across Rt. 9 and I miss out on that being on Rt. 1 North. That's OK though. I've got more than enough business to pay the bills and have some set aside for the day when I cash myself out. There just won't be an Early the 4th to carry on the legacy. There probably won't be a Mrs. Early either or if there is it will have to be version 2.0. Roberta's living over in Calais with her Aunt working at Mardin's Surplus and Salvage store, a damn junk store if ever there was one. The reason she is working there and not here with me like she had been for 10 years is because she liked the trucking business just a bit more than I did. I had finished running a load of supplies over to Darrell and Sally Carson's cottage over on the north shore one morning a few weeks ago. They are living over on the river down below here but he likes to get on the lake on weekends when he can during the winter. Well, I lost a drive belt on my SkiDoo coming back and found myself walking back to the store since I didn't have a good spare with me. I was half way back when it happened so the 2-3 mile walk didn't hurt with the snowshoes on my feet. When I got to the highway and across from the store, I saw Roberta heading up the side stairs to our place above the store followed by a trucker who had his rig parked beside the place. Now I had planned on running the Skidoo down to Big Lake on another errand and that would have kept me out for a couple more hours but busting that belt put me back at the store earlier than Roberta expected. Besides, my Skidoo would have been her early warning sign that I was back. She and the trucker went up the side stairs. I went up the back stairs next to the fire escape that looked right into the bedroom window. If I was a voyeur I couldn't have asked for a better view. They must have stripped the clothes off running through the place because when I peered in from the lower step he was already laid back on the bed and Roberta was going to town sucking on his prick. Now I'm not a small guy, package wise, but this wiry fellow was hung like a pony. I didn't have my phone with me because I stupidly left it in the store before I headed to the cottage so I couldn't take the pictures I wish I could have had. It didn't really matter. I wouldn't need them anyway. After a short while giving the bastard a blowjob, he flipped her over and she opened right up for him letting him sink that bat right into her pussy. At least she had him put on a condom. While he was jumping her bones in my fucking bed, I decided to take a bit of action on my own. I slipped back down the stairway and went on around to the side of the store after getting a bucket of road mix which is half sand, half chemical ice melt. The contents of the bucket went into the crankcase before I went up the side stairs to the apartment. I slipped into the house with my Glock 17 drawn and walked slowly to the bedroom. Standing in the hallway to the door, I watched silently as the bastard handed Roberta several bills and she slipped them into the waist band of the panties she was now wearing. The whole time neither of them noticed me standing in the hallway watching them. I cleared my throat and leveled the Glock at the trucker. "Oh my God, Early, Jesus Christ, don't shoot." She screamed when she saw me. The trucker just looked at me like I was one of the hired help. "Fuck man, I ain't ripped anybody off. I paid her what was asked." He looked at me like I was just supposed to just let him walk on out like nothing happened thinking I was her pimp or something. I waved the Glock toward the window on the fire escape and told him if he wanted his balls to last through the day he better get his ass out the window and down the stairs. He did what I told him. Roberta looked sick, white as a ghost. She should have been sick. She just fucked some strange trucker in my bed and I had caught her. To make matters worse she was apparently selling her pussy, a god damn truck stop whore and I was married to her. I was the one feeling sick at that point. I heard the rig pull out of the parking lot. He didn't get far but he didn't come back to the store either. Roberta was just as easy to deal with. "Roberta, pack your fucking luggage and drive your Honda the fuck out of here. I don't give a shit where you go. Just don't be here when I come back upstairs or I'll shoot your whoring ass and toss your carcass in the river." I don't know if I meant it or not. I'm not a murderer. Hell, if I wanted to burn the bitch I wouldn't even know how. I just wanted her out of my sight before I threw up. I went back downstairs to the shop and several minutes later I saw her drive off the lot heading down Rt. 1. --------------------------- She was Roberta Clarkson when I first met her and she was living over in Guilford along with half the idiots in the whole state of Maine. I don't mean to say that Guilford is a town of idiots. No, it's just that Roberta's family is fucking huge and full of miscreants and thieves and they all seemed to live in the same apartment building. She was separated from her first husband Larry at the time and trying to make a life for herself at the old woolen mill in town. It's not easy in that neck of the woods but she struck me as different. She was trying to escape the ignorant misery and make something of herself. I just didn't know it was going to be a truck stop whore ten years later. One of the striking features about Roberta was an absolutely magnificent set of tits. I don't mean big cow teats you find on unhealthy fat chicks. These were prime, firm, 36 'Big D" country with a firm tight ass to match, flat little belly and absolutely the prettiest little pink pussy that I ever laid eyes on. She fucked like a minx. Now there was nothing innocent about her. She sucked and fucked me half the night the first time I hooked up with her. I had never been with a girl who loved to fuck as much as she did and have all the perfect equipment to do it justice. Being a young man of the age of 30 in my prime, I was blinded by pussy, the best I ever had or probably ever will. I was working on a job over in Dover at the time rebuilding tractor engines and staying at a rooming house in Guilford. Roberta was steaming up the room almost every night. One evening, she didn't come over when I was expecting her to so I drove over to where she was living. When I pulled into the drive she came out screaming and crying, her face a bloody mess. Right behind her was some son of a bitch in dirty jeans and a sleeveless dirty white tee shirt chasing her down the steps. Roberta's shirt had been ripped open and her breasts were exposed as she tried to cover herself with the torn fabric. Well, I jumped out of my truck, pulled a concealed carry S&W .38 and leveled it right at the lunatics head. "You touch that girl a single time and I'll shoot the teeth right out of your fucking head." I pulled the hammer back for effect even though I had no idea if I'd ever pull the trigger. I was a 30 year old guy that loved to fuck, not a Neanderthal back woods knuckle dragger like the crazy dirty idiot in front of me. He opened his snaggle toothed mouth to speak and I just waved the revolver at him as I told Roberta to get in my truck and then holstered the gun. He looked like somebody had already shot his teeth out. She told me later he had them kicked out while doing a stint at the Piscataquis County jail. He was Larry Clarkson, Roberta's husband. I just shook my head. I put her up in my room for the next few days to keep her away from her crazy husband and we settled in a routine. She was from rough stock but she was trying to smooth the edges. She told me later that her husband was put back in jail for parole violations and her divorce would be final in a few weeks. That was OK with me since I really didn't want a run in with the fellow. Some of these families have unstable roots that you just don't want to stir up. Their idea of fun is to see how many teeth you can knock out before you get your ear half tore off. My job in the truck shop was only going to last through the month and after that I was heading back east to start working the store with my father before he headed south for the winter. I had been working the counter and stocking since I was a kid so I knew the place inside and out. But, before I headed back I had some serious thinking to do. Roberta while rough on the edges was seriously a fine looking woman and I didn't have any problem having her hitched up with me. She was a lot of fun, great in the sack and she had a good, strong work ethic. I offered her the chance to ride back to West Grand with me and she jumped at the chance. Father had moved over to his camp on Pocomoonshine by the time we arrived at the store. We had already agreed I'd live upstairs and when he cashed out and financed the store for me, the apartment would be mine in any event. Roberta and I got settled in and we started running the store full time. By the time Father headed to Florida, Roberta had received her final divorce decree and we had redone the store and the parking lot even putting in new gas pumps that the oil company paid for. I had changed out the signage and renamed the place. With Roberta working the counter and my stocking and wrench time, we had everything covered. I'd hired on a couple kids to help out after school and during hunting season. So we spent our first winter together making ends meet and heating things up a good bit upstairs in bed. By the time spring rolled around I went against the advice of all my buddies and proposed to Roberta. She accepted and we were married with a small service in June. Now Roberta was always a magnet for the menfolk. She was flirty and didn't have any problem flaunting her substantial assets but I never had any worries about her dropping her panties for some strange. We fucked every chance we could through most of the past ten years. I gave her just about everything she ever asked for. We travelled twice a year on vacation, once every spring to Padre Island and once a year to someplace new. I put the biggest rock I could afford on her finger. Looking back I guess things began to change a bit when I started the truck service business a couple years ago. I ended up with service contracts with a couple haulers working routes to St. John and the Maritimes and that took me out of the store most of the day. By then we had added a diner and I had been talked into opening a small lounge for truckers to hang out in while they waited on service or to just wind down. A motel operation just walking distance south of me offered some of them a place to get a room for the night. Things started going south when the fellow operating the motel down the road got a license to serve beer and wine on premises in a little lounge attached to the motel office building. I don't mean going south as far as my business was concerned. No, business picked up a good bit after that. Instead, we started getting a lot more trucker traffic and with that I'd get the occasional girl try to hang out in the lounge area. It wasn't all that often because most folks around here knew I wasn't going to let them do business in my store or on my lot. I'd hear rumors of a lot lizard, as the truckers call them, working a few rigs that were parked but I never caught one of them. However, it was a different story down at the motel now that it had a bar. Truckers would fuel up, park their rigs and walk a beaten path down to the beer joint. That was where the girls would now hang out. In all fairness, I think they were discreet. It wasn't like there were walkers on the road or anything. I didn't think much of it at the time when one of the girls starting eating regularly at my diner counter. I was usually working the shop so I didn't see her much. She wasn't skanky looking or anything and she dressed just about like everybody else around here. Roberta took a liking to her for some reason and they would hang out and talk a good bit when business was slow. I was a bit mixed about it and I raised the issue with Roberta one evening. "What is it about Lisa and you now? You know she sells her ass down at Pete's place." I asked my wife. "Early, she hasn't worked Pete's bar for a long time now. She's trying to find a job but you know how this place is. Hell, she's got two kids to feed too. She gets a little check every month from her turd of an Ex and with an EBT card and Section 8, she barely scrapes by." I looked at her for a bit before replying. "Well, I know you like her and all but I don't want to catch her selling pussy in my business. Make sure that isn't happening." I told her. "Early, Jesus H. She's not doing anything of the sort. In fact I'm thinking of hiring her to work short shifts because I need the help. Are you OK with that?" She asked. Roberta had been running the retail and diner business on her own while I did the truck business and all the maintenance and upkeep. That included hiring and managing the half dozen people we had working for us in the store. I told her that was her call but I meant what I said. No selling pussy out of my business. I didn't think anything like that needed to be said but I said it anyway. So Lisa started working the lunch counter and Roberta had her cover on register when needed. I was picking up more business in the shop and about the only time I was ever in the store now was to grab a sandwich or small pizza at lunch. I did notice the menfolk loved to hit the diner for both breakfast and lunch. Lisa was real easy on the eyes especially in this neck of the woods. With both of the women working the diner at times Early's General Store was becoming a regular truckers' eye candy stop on their routes up and down Rt. 1. Things in the store seemed to be working out OK and I didn't give it any more thought to it until several months later. That was when I caught Roberta fucking the trucker. ---------------------- Splitting firewood is an effective therapy for me. Ronald Reagan found it to be relaxing. I don't know if I would go that far but it gave me time to think and work out problems without too many interruptions. I should have considered chopping wood before I married my whore. The snow picked up by midday and the inches were starting to pile up on the road out front. The storm was sitting right off the coast of Maine and whipping heavy circular bands of snow all over the eastern counties and the Maritimes. This was a dangerous storm and not one to be fooled with. The Coast Guard station at Boothbay Harbor was already out looking for one fishing boat and the air rescue crews from Cape Cod were pulling duty as well. It was wicked bad weather blowing about. The motel had filled up with truckers who were parking for the day and my diner was going full tilt. I had to hire a couple ladies to come in and work the diner and store since I had sent Roberta packing. I guess she must have said something because Lisa high tailed it out of here pretty damn quickly after Roberta's tail lights were out of sight. I never got a chance to throttle the little bitch. In any event the new ladies were doing a good job keeping the meals coming and taking care of customers. I had them close up around 6PM and they both headed up a snowy Rt. 1 in an old Ram 3500 4WD... The bottle said it had been aged for 20 years so I figured I wouldn't be polluting it with any Coca Cola. It was top shelf rum I had picked up at the duty free shop on the Calais crossing. I set it on the table just as I heard the snowmobile pull up in front of the store. The closed sign was on in the window but whenever somebody shows up like that and anybody's around, we open up, especially on nights like this. The snow was coming down about an inch and a half an hour and it was colder than a witch's tit out there. I unlocked and let the traveler in as he kicked off the snow from his boots and I walked over and threw another couple sticks of wood in the old stove. Grabbing some slim jims and a couple of tumblers I offered a seat to my visitor. It was my old friend Darrell Carson from up on the North Shore of West Grand. I had walked his bride down the aisle a couple years earlier when he and Sally got married. She didn't have anybody else since her parents were both dead. I'm only 2-3 years older than she is so it was a bit awkward but I got over it. Darrell knows something about a cheating wife having gone through his own divorce and seems to have recovered just fine. The two of them have the prettiest little girl you've ever seen, little Samantha Jade. I cracked the seal on the bottle and poured shots for both of us. "So, Darrell, I don't mind the company but what the fuck are you doing out in this beast?" He smiled and tipped up his shot before pouring another one. "There is just something about getting out in a storm or a blizzard that I like, Early. I just started up the sled and thought I'd head out and see how things were out on the road. The lake is just as quiet as can be. I think I might be the only one in there this weekend." I just shook my head. My preferred place to be in a raging storm was right where I was; in my store, around the woodstove and a good shot or maybe even a good puff of weed to keep old man winter at bay. "Also, Sally wanted me to let you know something. She ran into Roberta at the Shop 'n Save a couple days ago. Now, I know this is going to fuck with you a bit, Early. Roberta told Sally she was pregnant and you were the daddy." Jesus H., he fucking laughed. I guess I kind of did too. "Fuck that, Darrell. Shit, ten years of jumping those bones and no baby ever popped up. She better hope she can find that Canadian prick up in that great white north before he finds himself an Eskimo girl to replace her with." I laughed at my own foolishness. The 3rd Early Rideout of West Grand He started laughing and spit out. "She says she's going to name him Early Rideout the 4th." "Fuck man, give me some of whatever you are smoking." He had to have a buzz thinking that was funny even though I laughed right along with him. I had tried to fuck a baby into Roberta a long time and then just gave up. It didn't seem to bother her and to tell you the truth I liked not being burdened down with kids. Although, now, being 40 years old, I kind of had a different outlook. Still, there's no way that baby could be mine after all those years and effort. Darrell and I pounded a couple more shots before he started to bundle up to fight the storm again. I was going to stick around the store and man the radio while letting Sirius channel 23 take me through a bowl of Darrell's special homegrown. I ended up sleeping in the easy chair next to the stove. The next morning it was still snowing and we had 26 inches of fresh snow. I hooked up the plow blade to my truck and cleared the lot and then went down to Pete's and plowed out the full lot as best I could so folks staying there could get out. The road had been plowed a couple times over night but there was still around four inches of snow on it since the last pass. The weather had not yet broken and we were looking at maybe another 4-6 inches on top of what we already had. My two ladies showed up early and had been cooking breakfast since 6AM. I had us plowed out by 7AM and the diner had filled. The big rigs would probably stay put for the most part until the storm broke. A few had headed out after I plowed the lot but all in all we were still snow bound. I was taking a break on the throne in the restroom when a couple of the truckers came in to take a piss. The conversation was rather enlightening. "Whatever happened to those two hot fucks that used to work here? You ever see them anymore?" One fellow asked. "You must mean Lisa and Roberta. I think Roberta's old man caught her with Tommy Thorne's fucking horse cock buried balls deep in her, at least from what I've been told. I didn't believe it myself but she ain't here any more so maybe it's true." The other fellow replied. "Well, if I knew she was offering up that fine ass, I'd have paid good money for a piece of it." The first fellow said again. "She never would no matter how many times we tried. I think one fellow from Madawaska offered her $700 to spend the night with him down at Pete's but she never would. He didn't have any more money left or he'd have offered more." "So how did Tommy get a piece of it?" Said the first fellow "That's what nobody knows. She apparently never did any tricks with anybody before Tommy. Now that Lisa? That horny little bitch was grade A road stop pussy, boy. Grade Fucking A, but pricey as hell; $250 bucks, everything included but not a dollar less. I never did her here but I understand she used to work that little peach down at Pete's on occasion. Since they hung out together so much people figured she would put out too but she never did until Tommy, supposedly." The two truckers concluded their chores, shook it off and headed back to the diner. I sat there a bit longer trying to assess this revelation and make some sense out of it. I pretty much ended up with the same question as the truckers. If she hadn't peddled her ass before or at least until she did it with this dude Tommy, what in hell would have convinced her to fuck her marriage and do it then? I guess there are some women who have that big penis syndrome wanting to at least try it out once but that didn't seem like Roberta to me. Then again, I didn't expect to see her tucking money into her panties right after fucking some trucker john in my bed either. If I didn't have a wild truck stop whore for a wife, I at least had a highly selective truck stop whore. As for Lisa, I still wanted to strangle that bitch. By early afternoon, the storm broke and the road crews went up Rt. 1, three, one right after the other. That put the truckers back on the road and the store started to clear out. Total snowfall was 30 inches by the time the sun popped out and then the temps started dropping fast. With an Arctic Clipper front pushing the storm out to the east, we were about to go into a January deep freeze for several days. The weather girl wasn't kidding. We were plunged into 20 degree below zero temps for several days and a lot of the secondary roadways were building up black ice. When it gets like that the accidents start piling up. One of the kids working for me wrecked her car driving to school one morning and a couple rigs jackknifed between Topsfield and here so I wasn't surprised when my scanner went off one evening about a wreck up the road at Waite. The responders replied they were transporting two women to Calais and had treated another at the scene. I saw the EMT vehicle pass down by the store on the way south and shortly after one of the state troopers who responded pulled onto the lot and came into the store. I knew him from previous calls out on Rt.1 and he worked out of Troop J over in Ellsworth. "Early, I hope you are doing OK this evening. I know its sure better to be in here than out there, that's for sure." He said Trooper Tony LaPierre was a familiar sight to most of us around here. He had even been stranded here at the store overnight a couple years ago during a bad ice storm. One of the biggest land locked salmon ever caught on the lake was hauled in by him four years ago. It was just a tad over 18 lbs. "Early, one of the women taken to the hospital was Roberta. I heard the two of you were no longer together but I thought you should know. She still has you down as an emergency contact. Just so you know she's going to be alright. She's got a busted leg and probably a couple broken or cracked ribs. Otherwise she'll heal up OK. The other girl, I don't know. She was in a real bad way when they strapped her in but these guys are pretty damn good. She's a girl named Lisa, Lisa Smart from up north of Waite." I was a bit shocked to hear the identities and while Roberta might not have been my favorite person at the moment, I was seriously concerned. I got a couple mugs of hot coffee into Trooper LaPierre and he headed back down the highway after giving me updated contact information. Maybe against my better judgment I decided to drive to Calais Regional Hospital. When I arrived, both girls were being treated through the emergency room and surgery. After a couple hours of waiting, one of the nurses informed me that Roberta was being taken upstairs to the post-surgical ward and that if I wanted I could go on up. All she would tell me about Lisa was that she was still in surgery and her family had been contacted. I don't know what it is about hospitals and county lockups but for some reason they both like pea soup green paint. I sat in the waiting area upstairs staring at the sickening wall paint and watching the second hand of the clock go round and round 90 times. By then I figured they would have Roberta in her room and all the nursing crap out of the way and I could go up and go in the room. I was wrong and waited upstairs another 30 minutes before I walked into her room. "Roberta, you are looking like shit tonight." She glanced at me through her drug induced haze and smiled nervously, very nervously. Her torso was bandaged up and one leg was in a cast to her hip and elevated above her body. Other than a small cut on her scalp she looked OK. "I'm not going to stay long. Trooper LaPierre stopped by the store and gave me the story. It looks like the other car hit a patch of black ice and crashed into you and Lisa head on. I guess she's still in surgery and the driver of the other car was treated at the accident and somebody picked her up." She just nodded and before she could open her mouth to reply, she started crying all over the place. "I'm sorry, Early." She cried. I held up my hand and told her to stop. I didn't want to hear it right then. I just wanted to make sure she was OK and if she needed anything I'd let her aunt know. "I'm going to want to talk to you later but this isn't the time. " It was a long ride back to the store. I stopped off at Darrell and Sally's place first and gave them an update on the matter. I like Sally an awful lot but she was working overtime on the "Roberta loves Early" game and I wasn't playing. Darrell just fixed me a ham sandwich and sent me on my way telling me he was going to stop in before the weekend because he was going into the Lake to shovel off his roof. It was late by the time I got back. Roberta was discharged four days later and she went over to Dover to stay with some of her family rather than stay with her elderly aunt in Calais. Lisa Smart, the little bitch, came out of her surgery without too many complications. She was going to have a gimp walk by the time she fully healed up but other than that she basically healed up normal. I didn't hear from Roberta for a long time. Not long after mud season, Lisa paid me a visit out at the store. That surprised the hell out of me to tell the truth but she wanted to talk to me and she had a couple letters from Roberta she was asked to give to me. Now, I really didn't want to talk with the bitch. I blamed her for a lot of the trouble although Roberta was fully responsible for her own choices for whatever reasons she might have had. Nonetheless, when Lisa said she wanted to talk private, upstairs, I acquiesced and followed her gimp ass up the stairs. It was still cute. She helped herself to my good rum without asking and settled at the kitchen table before sliding a couple letters across at me. "Early, I want you to just listen to me for a while and not interrupt. Can you do that?" She asked me. I merely told her that it depended on what she was going to talk about. "The truth, Early, the simple truth." So she started in. "Early, you remember when I first started hanging out here and Roberta hired me? Of course you do, you couldn't keep your eyes off me when you came in for lunch." "Watch yourself, Lisa, that was because I didn't trust you and for good reason." "Well, that's too bad for you then. Anyways, Roberta listened to me. I told her what happened and what I used to do and she didn't judge me for a minute. I also told her why I quit at Pete's and didn't sell my ass any more. I quit being a whore, Early, because a trucker nearly killed me one evening when I wouldn't get in his truck and go to who knows where with him. He beat me senseless and if another trucker hadn't walked around the corner just then I think he would have killed me for sure. I decided right then and there I was done with it. Everybody around here knew I was a whore and wouldn't hire me for shit. But, Roberta was different. She saw me for who I really was. Her." I must have looked surprised or befuddled. "That's right, Early, I was just like her. Now I'm not telling stories out of school. She wants me to tell you this. That's why I'm here. Otherwise, I wouldn't step foot in this bad memory ever again. When I'm done, I'll be gone and out of this fucking county for good. I'm guessing you think I whored my pussy out of your store. Am I right, Early? That's what you think, isn't it?" I didn't say anything. "Well, I didn't. I haven't been with a man since that night at Pete's. My two kids live with my sister and probably will till they get out of school. They'll get proper care that way. A man's dick hasn't touched my pussy for a long time, Early Rideout, and I couldn't predict when it'll happen again but when it does it won't come with a wad of cash out of some bastard's pocket. Roberta understood that. She knew me better than I knew myself. She was a whore just like me. You didn't know about it. Hell how could you? It was before you ever met her." I really looked surprised at that point. "Yes, Roberta was selling herself in Bangor years ago, before you met her. Her old man started pimping her in a bar down on State Street and she got out of that life when another girl turned evidence for the state against him. She left it all behind and all was great. Then she met you and didn't think it could get any better. That's when her old man got out on parole and, well, you had your run in with him." I just kept listening. "Her life was real good and then it went completely to shit. When she was working in Bangor, there was a guy that used to do her on a regular basis. He didn't just do her. He used her any way he wanted. The motherfucker showed up here one day and everything went bad from that point on. The bastard still had pictures from Roberta's working days. They were bad, I mean , real bad if you didn't know anything about it. He threatened to get them in your hands if Roberta didn't give up a piece of ass, "for old times' sake", the cocksucker said. She tried to call his bluff and told him you already knew but he just said he figured you'd be curious to have a few images to go along with the knowledge. Roberta got really fucking angry at that point and got right in his face. She was crying and furious. He just grabbed her by the wrist and told her she could give him the fuck of his life and he'd even pay for it to make it special or she could kiss her happy marriage away. She went outside with him for a few minutes and then I saw them going up stairs." Lisa stopped at that point because she was crying. I was just shocked and didn't know what to say. "Early, you caught her doing what she thought she had to do to protect her marriage and now, not only did she fuck that miserable creep, she lost her marriage anyway. Yeah, it was a fucked up choice and decision but it's done and over with. She told me that was the first and only time she ever fucked anybody except you since the two of you met at some place called the Town Line, I think, yeah, in Abbott and it's cost her everything. Now, she's going to be a be a single mom on welfare just like me living with that fucking rat pack over in Dover. That's right, she's got your kid in her belly, you fucking prick." Lisa stood up and downed the rest of her tumbler of rum. "She wrote the letters to say pretty much what I've told you and apologize for her stupid mistakes. There's also an address where you can send the divorce papers and she'll sign them and send them back to you. Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. A 20 minute mistake and the world took a giant shit right on her head." Then she was gone, down the stairs and off to who knows where. I know there are men who find it impossible to get over the disturbing notion that another man fucked their woman. It is as if that alien cock forever tainted her pussy and made it inoperable. I don't think I'm one of those guys but the idea of selling pussy to any Joe Blow who comes down the pike is bad enough for a single woman. It's a deal breaker if the woman is your wife. Now, for me, the question is that really what happened here. I wanted to trust and believe Lisa but I was having a hard time believing her. Roberta should have known that all she had to do was come to me and tell me about all of this and I would have put an end to the peckerwood's designs. I might have been a good bit pissed about hiding her past but her trust in me would have outweighed that by a long shot. Regardless, she was over in Dover and I was here. I read her letters. They pretty much agreed with what Lisa told me. Tommy Thorne was a guy she used to see off and on during those years and he was always infatuated with her. He had even tried to get her to go out with him when her old man was sent to prison in Warren. Eventually, he gave up and she had not heard from him until he showed up again a couple times at the store. All the apologies and remorse was there in the letters but there was also a sense of resignation. Roberta was acknowledging that she knew what she did, killed our marriage. She didn't want to burden me with the baby although she insisted it was mine. Well, if the baby was mine, not that I was convinced of it, I sure wouldn't shirk my responsibilities. Every kid deserves a Dad in their lives and this one was certainly no different. Now if it wasn't mine, the whore better start looking for Mr. Big or whoever did put the baby in her belly. I guess we would know the answer as to whether it was mine or not before long. According to her letters, she was due in September which would put the knocking up sometime in December. That was about the time that bastard tapped her and I sent her packing. That was also the last time I had been laid and it was beginning to affect my attitude. Five fingers and a palm were not much of a substitute for 10 years of regular pussy. Of course there was always Pete's place if I wanted a whore but until I discovered Roberta whoring herself that day, I had never succumbed to that. Over the years I have had my share of opportunities to step out on Roberta but I never did. There are a couple of girls who have always shown the interest and still do but both of them are married and I'm not going to fucking cuckold either one of the fellows. They are both good guys. I still hadn't filed for divorce so what happened over Memorial Day weekend was probably not right but it happened nonetheless. Darrell and Sally were hosting a weekend cookout at their place on the lake for a small gathering of people subject to good weather which it was. There was a lot of beer and booze and a good full quart size bag of Darrell's premium bud. Sally has a sister named Sue from over in Dexter that I had met a few times in the past. She had a husband once but she kicked him out of the house when she came home and found him in bed with the underage teenage girl next door. They never had any kids so it was pretty much an effortless divorce. There was just their apartment and some crappy furniture along with more debts than assets. It really didn't matter much. As soon as the girl's mother heard about him fucking her daughter, she had her boyfriend chase the guy out of town and nobody has seen him since. In any event, Sue and I ended up running the outboard up the lake to Sally's old cottage. We had a bag of weed and a couple six packs and before the sun had set, I had the pleasure of sinking the Johnson deep inside that little delicious pink, blond haired pussy. Sue was an older version of Sally but in absolutely fine shape. After 10 years with Roberta, Sue was an entirely different experience altogether. Roberta took fucking to an art form. Sue made exquisite love and took her time; two totally different experiences with two very different bodies. We spent the next day together and Sunday evening, she spent the night with me above the store. Everybody got together for another cook out on Memorial Day and she headed back to Dexter with another girl she came over with. I'd like to think we could have had something going between us but even though we got together a couple more times that summer, it was really a fuck buddy relationship. Nonetheless, it was a damn good one while it lasted. By late summer the kids were getting ready to go back to school and we switched the store hours back to 6AM until hunting season opened for birds in October. I still hadn't filed papers for a divorce from Roberta and hadn't heard anything from her since Lisa hand delivered her letters back at the end of April. The questions of my paternity for the kid in her belly was still in the air and while something inside of me tugged at my conscience to believe what Lisa had told me as well as what Roberta had written, I had lingering doubts. I know this might sound harsh but I've never heard a whore tell the truth about anything and I don't think the whores' code of dishonest sisterhood had ethically changed in the last few months. The 3rd Early Rideout of West Grand Late September is great time of the year over in Piscataquis County. The leaves are really starting to burst out in color with the peak coming a couple weeks into October. Years ago father and I came over here to visit some relatives of ours and we stayed at this grand old hotel in the middle of town. The old Blethen House is long gone now and nothing like it took its place. The old town looked pretty much like it did 10 years earlier when I was doing the tractor work and living over in Guilford. Sue had invited me to stay with her rather than get a room at the Dexter motel and considering how friendly she offered, I took her up on the opportunity. Aside from being a great looking lady she is about the best cook I've ever enjoyed. I know the way to a man's heart is through his belly and when you acknowledge that with the truth that the way to my undying affections is through the head of my dick, well, Sue delivered on both accounts. She was terrific. Now, sometimes I'm a bit slow with understanding women. Sue was no different. Before I left to drive up to Dover she sat down in my lap on the couch. "Early, do you know if you still love Roberta or not?" She asked I looked at her and kind of shrugged. "Sue, I don't really know but I do know I don't trust her for a second. I'd like to but I just can't." "OK, then, Early, after you go up there and do what you are going to do, I'd like you to come back by here so that I can know what I'm going to do. OK?" She asked. Sue just planted a kiss on my lips, gave me hug and told me to close the door on the way out as she hopped up and headed toward the shower. The ride to Dover was short and when I arrived at the house where she was staying her stepmother told me they took her to the hospital because she had gone into labor. She didn't tell me with any sense of a friendly face. It was like 'What the fuck are you doing here?" I headed toward the hospital and walked into admitting after I parked. Roberta was in the maternity section which doubled for the kids ward when business was light. I noticed some of Roberta's numerous siblings gathered around the glass viewing display but I don't think they noticed me coming up behind them. It looked like the baby had already arrived. There he was all bundled up in a blue blanket looking like he had just been bathed and presented for viewing. The tag only said 'baby Rideout'. I stared long at the kid not paying attention to the quiet observations of Roberta's clan. Like I have always said, I wouldn't shirk my responsibilities. Since there were people in Roberta's room with her, I didn't that was the right time to make my presence known to her. Instead, I dropped off an envelope for Roberta at the nurse's station and silently walked back to my truck. I think I sat there for ten minutes or so pondering what it felt like to be a father. My dad threw away his cigarettes for two weeks after I was born. I wasn't going to throw away my rum or my pot. The ignition turned over and my truck headed south on Rt. 7 toward Dexter. Sue was waiting for me when I arrived quite a bit earlier than expected. I gave her the details and she took it pretty well. In fact, she was all giddy about it. Like I said, I'm slow about women, particular women and babies. In this case, she was happy for Roberta and happy for me. She seemed just as happy for herself. A couple days later, Sue hopped into the passenger seat of my truck heading back to the West Grand with me. She left a key to her place with her friend and neighbor telling her she would be back in a couple of weeks to settle everything up. I didn't think Roberta would mind having Sue take her place at the store. She was going to be too busy raising that beautiful little baby and hopefully she'd have some help from that fucking bastard who planted it in her belly in the first place. The poor thing looked just like him; just as black as a baby can be. Epilogue Roberta signed the divorce papers contained in the envelop I left at the nurses station and included a short letter telling me how sorry she was for everything she did. I heard later that she eventually hooked up with Tommy Thorne, the baby's daddy but it didn't last. The last report I had was that Roberta and Lisa were living in a trailer over in Guilford along with the black kid and Lisa's two kids. I think about her once in a while but I'm quick to flush. Sue and I didn't get married right away. In fact, we didn't get married for over five years. Neither of us was in a hurry and since both of us had been burned before, we were gun shy. Of course it eventually happened and we had a lake side ceremony in the month of May followed by a honeymoon in Key West. The kids never came for two reasons. She didn't want to have kids and I couldn't father them. It turns out I was sterile, shooting blanks. It didn't cut back on the efforts though. There have been a few life changes since getting married. Since I made her help with the wood chopping chores, she went out and bought a log splitter. I'm also not allowed to hog Darrell's special homegrown. MFH The 3rd Penetration of Deanna Troi Data walked towards the window of the ready room by the Captain's chair and stared out into deep space. He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around his sides and just enjoyed the moment. Deanna, now fully dressed, curled up in the large leather chair at the opposite end of the room. She was exhausted. She bent her knees under her and wrapped her arms around her chest, resting her head on the back of the chair. The bridge crew became more fidgety and restless. Kept in the dark about the goings on in the ready room and becoming increasingly affected by the foreign virus affecting the crew, Riker again confronted Wesley. Commander Riker took Wesley to the opposite end of the bridge, a way from the other command staff. He wanted to be alone with Wesley, so as not to be overheard by the crew. "Wesley, what's taking place in the ready room, I need to know," commander Riker whispered. "What did you do with counselor Troi and what is Data doing with her now. Is there a danger to the crew, to the counselor, why such a secret? You have been talking to Geordie. Have you told him and why are you smirking every time you hear counselor Troi or Data from the ready room?" Commander Riker pleaded. Wesley had his head down as Commander Riker spoke. The blood drained from his face. He was scared that Commander Riker realized what was going on and he would be punished or at the least ridiculed. Like a thief never believing he would get caught, Wesley was very anxious and dreaded having to answer questions about this subject because of his low status among the crew and problems with his low self-esteem. Though he was gifted, his intellect and boyish demeanor was constantly being dismissed by his peers and female members of the crew. Data continued to stare out into deep space. His recorded memories with counselor Troi gave him immense satisfaction. He desperately backed up this information in his core memory, ensuring that he would be able to relive that experience again. Counselor Troi, at the other end of the room, laid-back in the chair and rested her eyes quickly falling asleep. Without the Captain to back Wesley up, he was forced to give Commander Riker some information. He could not disobey a direct order, as an ensign in Star Fleet. "It was a kind of therapy session like Captain Picard said," Wesley whispered back. "What else!” Commander Riker demanded. "Why all the screams and groans!" "The therapy gets very emotional Commander. Counselor Troi is very good at what she does", Wesley said bashfully. "Why did you come out of the ready room with that little chub in your pants Ensign Crusher?” he forcefully whispered. Wesley’s face became red with embarrassment and feared the worst. Pleading for understanding, Wesley asked commander Riker if when he was his age that ever happened to him in front of someone. Did any girl in school ever cause him to pitch a tent in front of a group of people and if so, what did he do? Commander Riker scratched his head and became less intense in his questioning. After all, despite Wesley's immense intellect and maturity at such a young age, he was just a young boy. "Did counselor Troi cause that Wesley?" Commander Riker awkwardly suggested. His face beat red, Wesley covered his mouth and look towards the floor. "Well, yes", he replied bashfully. "I understand", Riker replied. "But why did counselor Troi scream out Wesley?" Commander Riker insisted. Wesley did not know how much longer he could avoid directly answering his questions. He needed to bull shit in a big way to find a way out of this pickle. Meanwhile, Dr. Crusher left sick bay and went to her office. She wanted to review her calculations as to the number of crew that needed to be treated and how much time she thought was left before the crew would experience the most damaging effects of the alien virus. At her computer, she laboriously went through the calculations. She was dumbfounded. All her calculations were off by a great amount. She would have to tell the Captain. On the bridge.... Data continued to burn his experience repeatedly into his memory, as if he would never experience such a lovely and pleasurable time again. Counselor Troi was in deep sleep. Data walked to the other end of the room and stood in front of counselor Troi sleeping. Looking down upon her, curled up in the chair, he smiled a pleasurable smile. Reflecting back to their experience on the hollow deck, he regretted somewhat the way he spoke to her. He did not believe now he had to be so vulgar to achieve his goal. As she slept, he studied her angelic face. Her sultriness and enticing qualities did not escape her, even fast asleep and dressed in tawdry clothes. "But why was she moaning so loud," Commander Riker insisted. Wesley was under orders by Captain Picard not to reveal anything, but he could not just tell Commander Riker anything. Wesley stammered and continued to stall. Commander Riker then bolted towards the doors of the ready room. "Counselor Troi, can you hear me?" he inquired. Data heard Commander Riker but at first did not know how to react. After his second call, Data responded using counselor Troi's voice. "Yes, Will" Data said imitating her voice. Counselor Troi did not wake up. "Are you all right, can I come in Deanna?" Commander Riker insisted. "Will, I'm fine. I'll be with you shortly", Data responded still impersonating Deanna’ voice. "Wesley, tell me," Commander Riker insisted. "I'm sorry commander but Counselor Troi and I fuc….," Wesley began to say just as Captain Picard interrupted him. "Ensign Crusher, stop. I ordered you not to talk. Now go to your quarters until further notice," Captain Picard demanded. Even though he was cursed out by the Captain, he felt relieved about no longer having to deceive his friends and other crew members. He immediately left the bridge. "Commander Riker, I thought I ordered you not to become involved with the goings-on in the ready room," Captain Picard said tersely. "Yes, but Captain, I am very concerned". "I understand Will, but you must be patient. I can't elaborate anymore". "I just left the brig and according to Lor we have the wrong man", Captain Picard told Commander Riker. " The android in the brig says he is Data , that we mistakenly took him for Lor and locked the wrong man up Will". "Do you think it's a trick Captain?" "I'm not sure but we will investigate more", the Captain replied. "Where is Dr. Crusher commander?" Captain Picard asked. Over the intercom, Dr. crusher paiged Captain Picard for him to meet her in sick bay. Captain Picard walked towards the elevator to meet Dr. Crusher. "What about Counselor Troi and Commander Data Captain?" Commander Riker asked. "They will leave when Counselor Troi feels Commander Data is in a longer need for therapy. Be patient and don't worry too much Commander. You have my orders". Captain Picard said as he left the bridge. In the ready room, Data leaned forward and cupped Counselor Troi in his arms. Data then initiated ship to ship transport and transported himself and the counselor to his quarters. When they reenergized in his quarters, Data walked towards the couch and laid Counselor onto the couch. He then walked to the end of the couch towards her feet and gently grabbed her ankles straightening her long thin legs. He then gently covered her still moistened body with a blanket so as not to wake her. According to his internal clock the cloaked ship would rendezvous in a matter of hours, so he prepared himself for departure. He gathered the defensive equipment his brother helped assemble. Counselor Troi slept as he gathered the equipment. Captain Picard headed down the corridor leading to sick bay and observed a long line of his medical staff either standing up or sitting against the wall. As he reached the doors of sick bay, he heard voices but could not determine who they were. As the doors of sick bay opened, high pitched shrieks and groans as well as deep halting grunts came from the far end of sick bay. The noises came from two rooms. He slowly walked towards one of the curtains to investigate when Dr. Crusher stopped him. "My nurse is in with the patient Captain. Another patient is being seen in the other room, as well," Dr. Crusher explained. "A patient?” Captain Picard said bewildered. At a loss of words, Dr. Crusher explained that Counselor Troi could not have therapy sessions with the entire crew. She hoped Captain Picard would understand her inference. "Of course, I understand. I am sorry. I realize now what the line of crew members are doing outside. By the way, who is helping with the treatment?" Captain Picard asked quite interested. "Well, Lt. Omagala is seeing patients in that room over there and ensign Ro is with patients in the other observation room Captain". Captain Picard's eyes lit up when he heard Ensign Ro mentioned. He was always attracted to her but had to reserve feelings for her because of their difference in rank. She was quite a specimen and he always favored brunettes. The Captain heard one very deep and sharp grunt that startled him. He then turned to face the Doctor. The doctor began going over their last conversation about the treatment the male crew members were receiving and informed him about her miscalculations. Soon after, one of the medical staff being treated by nurse Omagala came out from behind the curtain and room from which Captain Picard heard that deep grunt. The technician was one of the larger members of his crew and definitely the largest male crew member in the medical staff. Captain Picard was unfamiliar with him since he was a new member to this ship, having transferred very recently. He stood about 5'11" and weighed about 220 lbs. The crew member wiped his forehead and took a deep breath. As he raised his head he saw Captain Picard and smiled a smile of immense satisfaction and sexual relief. This was a look the Captain new well, having just seen Wesley come from the ready room after seeing Counselor Troi. Captain Picard didn't know his name. The crew member reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself then finished dressing. Dr. Crusher was awestruck at his size and build. The crew member nodded his head to the Captain and Doctor then left the sick bay. She was embarrassed that she even looked at his crotch, never mind having stared at his member. Her face was flush and her cheeks were red. She tried to regain her composure as she finished informing the Captain about the peril facing the crew. As they both entered her office, the moans of sexual intimacy continued from the other examination room. "Captain, when we discussed how to resolve this problem using volunteer female crew members, the calculations I used were wrong. I based my estimates on the male and female populations in the general public and not on the ratio of man to women on the starship" she said disgusted with her own failings. Captain Picard was surprised. Dr. Crusher was usually very thorough. His starship was at grave risk for problem like this to occur. Dr. Crusher was his friend but he could not excuse incompetence. He was furious but tried not to let on, believing it would only make the situation with the doctor worse. To himself, he screamed "you stupid bitch!" He abruptly cut her off and stood up demanding a solution "blah, blah, blah doctor, how do solve this! "The ratio is not 50-50 man to women, it is three men per female", she explained in her increasingly irritating voice. For the first time since knowing Dr. Crusher, he began to get annoyed by her. For the first time he realized why Q hated her. Maybe it was just because he was aggravated but he would not tolerate another screw-up. "Can we complete the task at hand Doctor. That's all I need to know", he said in a harsh tone of voice. Just as she was about the answer his question a loud female voice screamed out loud, "Mother fucker! I told you not on my face! Damn it you asswhole!” Ensign Ro came charging out off the examination room with her face full of spunk. She had some on her neck and cheek. Dr. Crusher and Captain Picard came out of the office and into the sick bay to see what the commotion was about. What Captain Picard saw was Ensign Ro slightly bent over grasping for a towel to wipe her face. She was nude. Her statuesque figure was fully appreciated by the Captain. Her large breasts hung low on her chest but were firm and well formed, with large swollen pointed nipples. He examined her long slender legs and upright and tight butt. Her eyes were shut to prevent the crew men's goo from getting in her eyes. The Captain grabbed a towel and walked over to the Ensign and handed her the towel. She felt the towel in her hand and grabbed hold of it. The Captain did not speak, not wanting to embarrass her. The two male crew members in the examination room with Ensign Ro follow her out into the sick bay. One stood about 5'7" while the other was about 5'9". They also were completely naked. The atmosphere was tense and ripe for some kind of confrontation. In Data's quarters, he finished gathering the equipment when Counselor Troi woke up from her nap. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head raising her cotton midriff T-shirt, exposing her subtle breasts. Opening wide her dark brown eyes, her face came alive. She grinned slightly, exposing her perfect white teeth. She stretched her legs and wiggled her toes. "Data where are we?" She asked. "We are in my quarter’s counselor," he replied. "You look like you could use a good long shower", Data suggested. Troi slowly rose from the couch. "Data I never knew you are so thoughtful. I'm surprised you haven't found a girlfriend or realized a long-term relationship because your manners and sexuality are stunningly human in nature" she softly replied. Her doubts about android sexuality and her questioning if she could actually be physically and emotionally attracted to an android like Data were melting away. During their previous sexual encounters, Troi accepted Data merely as a sexual tool, something to provide gratification and sexual release but not intimacy. But Deanna Troi slowly began to question whether she could really cross that philosophical line. She entered Data's shower, turning on the water and slowly removed what little clothing she had. In sick bay, Ensign Ro mumbled obscenities under her breath, as she cleared the crew member’s yogurt from her face and neck. Opening her eyes, she saw Captain Picard and was extremely embarrassed. "Ensign Ro, don't be alarmed, you look beautiful. I'm sorry to disturb you but we heard some screams coming from the sick bay and I thought I'd investigate", he replied softly. Realizing now that it was the Captain who handed her the towel and the fact she was completely exposed to him, Ensign Ro became both embarrassed and extremely upset. She quickly grabbed a medical garb to cover herself. The two crew members who she was treating stood in front of the examination room with raging erections. Nurse Omagala also came out from behind the curtain of her room dressed in a medical robe. From across the room, she saw Ensign Ro screaming at the two male crew members that blew their butter over her face and neck. The Captain and Dr. Crusher stood off to the side. Nurse Omagala was exhausted and could hardly keep her eyes open. She was still intellectually strong about completing her objective but her slender 5 ft. two inch 90 found frame was just too physically abused by not only the most recent session but by the previous six treatments. "Fuck you and fuck you,” Ro screamed at the two crew members. They begged her forgiveness and tried to explain it was an accident. That after her blow job, they meant to move to the side but they cumed too quick. The Captain and Dr. Crusher turned to go to her office, now slightly aroused by the goings-on in the sick bay. "Didn't I tell you the rules before we began? I said not on my face, up the butt and I don't swallow, right, damn it", Ro said furiously. She saw the Captain began to walk away. She was very embarrassed with the Captain seeing her nude not to mention with a spunk covered face. One male crew member apologized and insisted that he still wasn't cured from the virus and would need more treatments. She laughed in his face, "fine, go with yourself in the corner and drain your own vein then tell me how it goes". Nurse Omagala walked towards Captain Picard and Dr. Crusher, hoping to catch her before she left the sick bay. "Doctor I need to speak with you about the medical treatments I've been giving,” the nurse said. Dr. Crusher thanked her for all her efforts and hoped she could keep up the good work. But by the look in the nurse his face, she realized something was wrong. "I believe what I'm doing is the best for the ship but I just can't take it physically. I have treated many large men doctor, if know what I mean, and I don't think I can do anymore treatments for a while," the nurse said. Knowing what she knew about the ratio of men to women and the possibility of her nurse possibly unable to contribute, Dr. Crusher was worried. She told her nurse to wait in the sick bay and that she would speak to her as soon as she finished speaking to the Captain. Ro finished cleaning her face. The medical crew members she was treating continued to offer their apologies but she would have none of it. Both of them with raging erections, pleaded for help. They continued to argue. In Data's quarters.. Counselor Troi finished with her hot shower. The water gently hit her face and cascaded down her slender body, firm breasts and delicate skin. The hot steam billowed up in clouds saturating her olive skin and escaped into the living area. She slowly walked out of the shower covered in a white robe. She passed Data without speaking and slowly began to dry her hair. She leaned over, flipping her wet hair over her head. Standing behind her, Data saw the white robe rise up to just below her butt, as she slowly bent over to dry her hair. Counselor Troi was an uncommon mix; she had a well toned and firm body but was flowery and elegant to the touch. "I have changed my mind Deanna. I believe we should explore the hollow deck once more," Data softly whispered. Deanna straightened up and sat down in the chair facing Data, "I'm glad. I would be pleased to go with you" grinning as she spoke. "Please go in the other room and get dressed so we can go. I have laid out some clothes for you to wear" Deanna. In the sick bay one of the male crew members that Ensign Ro treated continued to complain. "I don't want to die. Please I have a family Ro" the Lieutenant said. "You should have thought of that before cuming on my face, ass-whole" she replied. Dr. Crusher explained the magnitude of her mistake, "At the present rate of treatments, the crew would be in danger Captain. According to my new calculations, each female volunteer would need to successfully treat nearly 25 fellow crew members" she politely suggested. The ship was in danger and he didn't have time for delicacies. "Where can we find more women?" The Captain bluntly said "Well Captain, we could make this mandatory. But that will still only give us about 15 more people. But I have checked records and there is a high school on board for personnel with families. There is no senior class but the junior class has roughly 25 female students" Dr. Crusher suggested. "But these are just kids doctor, aren't they?" "Well, five of them are 19 and the rest will be turning 18 next month" she replied. Captain Picard was desperate to save his ship but how far would he go to resolve this crisis. He was seven days at warp nine from the nearest Star base. The 3rd Penetration of Deanna Troi "And you're sure that hollow deck pleasure programs won't satisfy?" Captain Picard said in a desperate tone of voice. "I'm quite sure Captain" she replied. "Who didn't volunteer doctor" he asked in a terse tone of voice. "Well, and few women didn't participate because of illness. Three female crew members were pregnant and only one would not even consider participating" she replied. "Who was that, what was her name?! He asked. "Well, the only crew member to really dismiss my suggestion was Guinan" she replied. "That bitch, I got her that position. She spends all day serving drinks and the first time this ship really needs her help and she blows me off" the Captain replied indignant. "Doctor you go page her and tell her how I feel about her lack of participation and if she isn't here in five minutes tell her I would be disappointed". "What about the high school students Captain?" She asked. "Or we could ask Wesley, he's very intelligent and might have an answer". "Let's hold off about the students but ask Wesley and be sure to ask that fucking bartender in 10- forward", he replied. The Captain got up. "You make the calls and I'll go see your nurse, okay" he said exasperated. Counselor Troi finished dressing and approached Data who was completing some calculations as to the time the shuttle would arrive. She was dressed in a light yellow tube top with bright white cotton shorts. Her hair was combed straight, laying gently on her shoulders and back. She looked fresh, clean and very enticing. Without speaking, Data placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled then initiated the transporter. He walked towards the crewman and Ensign Ro. The Lieutenant lost his erection but still needed relief. But Ensign Ro continued her objection. "I told him my rules and he deliberately broke them Captain" Ro explained. But the Lieutenant insisted it wasn't his fault and that he didn't even orgasm. He blamed the other crew man. The Captain ordered Ensign Ro to take readings of his biological functions to see if he still suffered from the effects of the virus. After a quick scan, she affirmed that he did. She said that his readings were almost normal, he only needed minor attention. The Captain wanted to approach Ro about finishing his treatments but knowing her as he did, he realized that would-be futile. The Captain walked towards the examination room to see nurse Omagala. As he drew back the curtain, he observed her petite figure. She was arranging her hair, washing her face and applying some hand lotion. Turning her head, she saw the Captain approach her. "Nurse, I desperately need to see you. I hope you understand" he explained in a soft voice. The nurse was dressed in a long white medical garment that opened vertically down the middle and fell to her mid-thigh, with a white strap wrapped around her waist to keep it closed. She was taken back that the Captain picked her to receive his medical treatment. She was flattered to see him as her face lit up. "Well, of course Captain. Please come in. I am tired but I am more than willing to see you" she said smiling as she stared at his crotch. "Good, I'm glad. This won't require too much time, as I am sure you are quite capable", he said. He approached her and grabbed her shoulders, looking down into her eyes. He had not realized how beautiful she was, with dark brown eyes, button nose and delicate cheeks. Side-by-side, Captain Picard towered over her petite stature. He grabbed the back and side of her head and smiled, "Thanks". When he gave his appreciation, she slowly undid the knot of her strap. As her robe slowly came apart exposing her cleavage, she glanced down at his crotch and lowered herself to her knees. The Captain felt embarrassed for the nurse. He needed her services not for himself but for the crew man. Because with the old Navy adage being that the Captain be the last to be rescued, he felt in this instance, he would be the last to receive medical treatment. She was embarrassed and felt foolish thinking the Captain would choose her as a partner. "Nurse, I am flattered and in another instance would be most grateful but my duty is too the ship and its personnel first and foremost. I hope you understand", he said deliberately cupping her cheek. Still on her knees with her robe partly opened, the Captain motioned for the Lieutenant, who had since dressed in shorts. The Captain put his hand on his shoulder and said, "The nurse will see you now". A large man, the Lieutenant approached nurse Omagala on her knees. The Captain aroused by her actions paused before leaving the room. Regaining her composer, she rose up on her knees and outstretched her hands. The Lieutenant, quite easily excitable, became quickly aroused. With Asian women tending to have a most subservient nature, the Lieutenant as well as the Captain was interested in how she would perform and respond to his commands. Reaching up with one hand, she began to massage and stroke him through the fabric of his shorts. The Lieutenant placed his hands on his waist and looked down upon her. She became more aggressive, gripping his manhood and stroking him. So tight was her grip, that the friction of the fabric on his manhood caused it to burn him. Pulling back the elastic waistband of his shorts, she removed his tool with one hand and lowered his shorts with the other. Now exposed to the cool air, the Lieutenant sighed. Now fully exposed, the size and presence of his manhood was fully appreciated. In his mind and after seeing his size, the Captain suspected Ensign Ro's righteous refusal was more than it appeared. The nurse was slightly intimidated by his size but the subservient nature of the Asian culture precluded her from refusing. If she refused to service the Lieutenant, he would lose face. Not to mention after the Captain made a personal request. As she maneuvered the log out of his shorts, she hoped his stamina did not to match its size. As she placed her delicate fingers around the shaft, she licked her lips and took a deep breath. Having just applied hand lotion, her lubricated palms provided both her and him the most opportune means of accomplishing both their goals. His tool was not only long but it was also of considerable thickness. She began to methodically stroke him, alternating her hands while cupping his balls with her moistened fingertips. Ensign Ro was in the sick bay sipping from a cup. She was leaning on the examination table while awaiting her next appointment. The room was relatively quiet. But as the Lieutenant groans increased as Omagala quickened the pace of her hand job, the air began to reverberate with the sounds of pure carnality. The Captain watched from behind and to the side of the Lieutenant, becoming increasingly aroused by Omagala’s manipulations. The Captain knew he had to leave but desperately wanted to see her mouth around his manhood. She frequently glanced up at the Captain. He realized her glances could be favorable. Pointing first to the Lieutenant cock and then to his mouth, inferring with his eyes, he hoped she would understand his meaning. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the Captain motioning with his fingers. Without stopping her measured strokes, she smiled understanding the meaning. Realizing she was getting the Captain off, she for the moment took her eyes off the Lieutenant and instead gazed into the Captain's eyes. She loosened her vice like grip and removed her hands from the Lieutenant cock. As the sweat trickled down her face, neck and cleavage, she slowly licked her small pouty pink lips and drew out her moistened tongue in the most seductive and tantalizing manner, hoping it would have the desired effect on the Captain. The lotion she had applied to her hands caused the Lieutenant shaft and knob to glisten. The large veins of his large cock glimmered as they pulsed with blood. The Lieutenant could hardly contain his pleasure, flailing his head back and to the side while groaning and breathing heavily. The long robe she wore hung heavy on her shoulders and to the floor now that she was on her knees, the excess fabric folded up and around her knees and lap. Her robe was partly open down the middle, exposing her cleavage, portions of her breasts, flat stomach and pussy. The Captain groaned softly as the tip of her tongue touched the head of his knob. Staring at the Captain, she slowly began to lick the head of his cock in a methodical circular motion. She realized how her erotic actions stimulated and sexually stirred the Captain, pleasuring him through her intensive hand job given to the Lieutenant. She glanced at the Captain out of the corner of her beautiful sparkly blue eyes and smiled as she brought one arm up to her breast and massaged herself tickling her hardened nipple. The Captain grinned back at her, as their eyes met. Then after a deep breath, she relaxed her jaw and attempted to gulp down his sizable piece of meat. Being quite petite, her mouth and jaw was not equipped to handle something of such size. Barely able to accommodate a quarter of its length, the nurse concentrated on the tip and in using her tongue to initiate sexual pleasures. With her mouth concentrating on the tip of his cock, her petite and moistened hand continued to methodically stroke his shaft, as it easily glided up and down from the lubrication. "I'm glad I could help you" she whispered. The Lieutenant replied grunting his answer as she continued upon his cock, "you have no idea how you’re making me feel nurse". But when Omagala whispered, her blue eyes were fixated not upon the Lieutenant but intently and seductively at the Captain. The Captain realized this while she looked to him. Droplets of perspiration formed on the Captains brow and upper lip. She then turned her shoulders and chest slightly towards the Captain. The nurse forcefully thrust her head upon the cock, spreading wide her jaw and stretching tight her cheeks from the impact of his manhood on the inside of her mouth. She was quite aroused watching the Captain watch her as she watched the Captain while she energetically sucked another guy dick. Her squeals of joy began to permeate the room and sick bay. As she lowered her hand to fondle her muffin, the sexual feelings and pressure in the Captains chest and groin began to overtake his inhibitions The Captain was ready to burst and it took all his self will not to sprout a raging erection, throw her slender body up onto the bio-bed and aggressively mount and penetrate her. His blood pressure increased and the abuse on his artificial heart increased with every penetration of the Lieutenant cock into her mouth and finger she thrust into her hole. The Captain abruptly left the room, closing the curtain behind him. He had to regain his composure and present his crew with a steady and reassuring presence. Crossing the sick bay he saw Ensign Ro observing him as he walked near her. Her glance did not escape him nor did his upon her chest. "We have an open bed Captain, no waiting" she smirked as she began to open up the robe she wore. As he turned to Ensign Ro and pleaded to her that he could not possibly go with her, a group of about five girls entered the doctor office at the other end of the sick bay. Ensign Ro opened up her robe exposing her large perfectly sculpted breasts. He knew the meaning in her eyes and after revealing her chest, the Captain’s libido conquered his self will, causing him to bud a long in coming erection. Staggering back, he withdrew himself from Ensign Ro’s reach and reluctantly turned away, intent on seeing if the doctor had found the means to resolve the ships crisis. On the hollow deck, Data and Counselor Troi materialized back into the program they had left. He and Deanna slowly walked along the beach line, as the water lapped at their bare feet. The ocean breeze ruffled his shirt and gently blew back her hair brown soft hair. Walking hand in hand, Data was in his moment; walking with a beautiful woman on an isolated beach with every expectation of carnal activities. Data and Troi did not speak. Rather, they enjoyed the beautiful surroundings, sun on their faces and were in bliss. The fabric of her light yellow tube top struggled to hem in and support her breasts, as they swayed with her steps. Her white pleated shorts nicely fitted the contour of her slender legs and tight behind. Commander Riker repeatedly tried to contact the Captain about the shuttlecraft approaching the enterprise. Following his orders to the letter, he did not leave the bridge but ordered for it to be tracked. To his surprise, a friend of the Captain was on board and requested to be transported on board. Her name was Vash and she asked that her arrival be kept secret from the Captain. She rematerialized on the bridge wearing a revealing outfit, probably a surprise for the Captain. Her beauty did not escape the eyes of the aroused command staff. With brown hair and blue eyes, standing 5 ft. 8 in., Vash was an attractive woman. Her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. Her top was composed of one long strap that hung around her neck and covered each breast down to her waist, exposing her marvelous deep cleavage. With a quite pleasant demeanor, she greeted Commander Riker and the bridge staff, excluding Barkley fondling himself in the ready room. They greeted her quite cordially but fixated on her eyes, face and breasts, respectively. After the initial greeting, she felt the uncomfortable stares upon her by the crew. Feeling awkward, she asked commander Riker if she could wait for the Captain in the ready room. Reluctantly, Commander Riker agreed. As she entered the ready room, she observed Lieutenant Barkley face down grinding himself into the seat cushions of the Captains couch. "Oh my God! What is going on" she yelled. Barkley immediately sprung to his feet with his hand on his fierce erection, "I'm on fire. I'm on fire. Please, please would you please suck me". Bewildered by what she saw and what was in his hand, she froze. Barkley looked desperate for attention. Gathering herself, Vash left the room and also the bridge, deciding to surprise the Captain in his quarters. Unaware they had been exposed to a virus and of its affects; the bridge crew questioned their increased libido. With Worf and Geordie attending the science and engineering stations, Commander Riker began to covertly adjust his crotch while in the Captains chair. Desperately trying to deflate the chub in his pants initiated by Ensign Ro and nurse Omagala, he entered doctor crusher’s office. He noticed that five young girls were lined up against the back wall in height, from smallest to tallest. The doctor stood at attention in front of her desk, trying to recompense her previous mistakes. "These are the available girls we spoke about earlier Captain" she said nervously. The girls were a mix of blondes and brunettes, ranging in height from roughly 5 ft. 4 in. to 5 ft. 9. They were all in good shape and quite thin, especially the girl at the near end. The doctor also organized them in age and chest size, something quite surprising to him. Coincidentally, the most attractive girl had the flattest chest. As the Captain approached them, they all together softly said, "hello Captain". "Have you informed these ladies about what we discussed doctor? The Captain inquired, "They are not part of star fleet, right? The tallest girl had a quite sizable chest. With her chest out and at attention, her midriff T -shirt hung down over her chest roughly 5 in. from her well toned waistline. While the other girls had more modest breasts, they were all quite beautiful. "I have spoken to all of them as a group and said that there assistance would be on a strictly volunteer basis" the doctor continued. The sexual arousal he felt from his encounters in the sick bay had not abated. Viewing the line of beautiful girls did not help him in his attempt to quell the fire in his crotch. "Yes Captain. I have. They realize the nature of my requests and just want to help this ship and its crew" she explained. Looking over line of girls, the Captain reflected back upon his school days and the women he encountered. With a slight grin on his face, he remembered the girls that never paid him much attention. These must be those bad girls. Girls with bad reputations of sleeping around with boys. The groans and squeals emanating from nurse Omagala and the Lieutenant came to a climax, as the Lieutenant shouted, "I'm going to cum nurse. I am going to cum”. Though their muffled groans could be heard, they were unintelligible. But when he became orgasmic, he was clearly heard in doctor crusher’s office. His screams startled the girls in the office, their eyes widened and they all softly gasped. "Doctor, don't you feel that these girls are too young to get involved in such a mission" he inquired. The Lt.’s boisterous acclaim of nurse Omagala’s performance was heard throughout the sick bay. "What a fuck. I mean wow! Nurse, I never knew. What a hand job nurse and your blow job was one for the ages. What a mouth" he said quite spiritedly. "I spoke to them Captain and they all agreed. You may ask them yourself" she insisted. Captain Picard saw how beautiful, brave and willing to please these girls were. He turned and faced the girl at the head of the line, the tallest and most developed. "You understand what the purpose of your task is? He inquired to the girl. Looking down at the erection in his pants, she in a sweet adolescent voice smiled and said, "I'm ready to help sir". "Now this isn't love ladies. This is a pure and unadulterated sex, fucking, understand”, he insisted. "This virus causes a lust in males. You will only be a vessel to satisfy their desires. Have no doubt, you will have two perform acts you may be unaware” The girl was taken aback by his forthrightness but insisted she was willing. The Captain remained hesitant, unwilling to damage the girls youth and innocence. "Doctor are these girls even sexually active? "I believe they all are Captain, also they are all at least 19 years old and two of the girls are 18" she replied. The Lieutenant had just finished with the nurse and passed by doctor crusher’s office. When the Captain turned to call for the Lieutenant, the tall girl with the cut off T-shirt reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and let her large chest drop, her nipples were barely covered by the hemline of the T-shirt. She was preparing herself. **"I need your help Lieutenant. We have some potential volunteers and I want to ensure they realize what is involved". "I need you to explain to these girls how Ensign Ro and the nurse treated your illness. When I ask for you, I want you to be as descriptive as possible". "Captain I don't know why you're so hesitant. These girls seem more than willing" the doctor said. "Have you treated any crew members doctor” he replied. ”If not, stand aside". The doctor was quite embarrassed not only by how the Captain spoke to her but also about her lack of personal contribution to this ship. +Data and Deanna stopped near a palm tree. Data leaned back on his elbows and stretched his feet. Deanna snuggled next to him and began to open his collar and rub his chest. Her olive skin darkened with the sun beaming down upon them. "Yes Captain, we are not kids” a couple girls suggested. "All right Lt. explain to these girls what you demanded from both previous participants that treated you" the Captain explain. The Lieutenant dug into his shorts and removed his large erect instrument. The girls gasped, a few even took a couple steps back. The Captain hoped this vulgar demonstration would dissuade these girls from participating directly or indirectly. The 3rd Penetration of Deanna Troi Some of the girls did become aroused from his descriptions... One of the smaller girls said "you didn't really make someone swallow you Lt. and do all those things. You are just trying to scare us". To convince these girls that he was doing them a favor, the Captain introduced his nurse. "Girls you are too young for this. But the Captain appreciates your offer", the nurse said. "Imagining doing 15 men, with him having an average size dick" the nurse explained. Becoming more apprehensive, the girls began to leave the sick bay as a group. "Thanks anyway girls." The Captain replied. Before leaving, the girls approached the Captain and said, "We still want to contribute but we just can't do that. I hope you understand Captain. For your information, all of us would be still very willing to perform hand jobs for you and most any member of the crew" they all said in soft wispy voices. The thought of those young girls with their hands pumping his crotch only further depressed the Captain, as he would have to reluctantly refuse. Heavy moans could be heard from the one of the examination rooms. With the three quarter length curtain shut, the captain could see Ro waist down upright on her knees, positioned directly in front of another crewmember legs. In that position, she wasn’t fooling anyone about what was going on behind that curtain. “You look like you need some relief” as the tallest girl first gazed at the Captains crotch and then in his eyes. He wanted to reach under her shirt and suck on those free swinging ample breasts so bad he could imagine the texture of her nipples on his tongue. The combined images in his mind of this girl sensitively stroking his cock and Ro giving him head stirred his carnal emotions. The Captain imagined Ro would request to see him in the ready room. As the Captain sat at his desk entering his log notes for the day, she would enter wearing her normally tight red uniform. She would sit down in the chair across from his desk and slowly cross her legs. She would then want to thank him for requesting her transfer and if he would allow her to board the most prestigious and powerful vessel in Star Fleet. He would dismiss her flattery as military gibberish and reassure Ro of her talents as an officer. She would continue to reap praise upon him, while positioning herself closer to the desk. They would speak about her up coming duties until he happened to glance at her chest and observe the outline of her swollen nipples pressing through the sheer fabric of her uniform. The obvious fact that she wasn't wearing a bra causes his heart to race and stirs his groin. "No Captain, you misunderstand me" she’d say seductively while moistening her lips with her tongue. "I said I would like to thank you by allowing me to board the most powerful vessel in Star Fleet" she would whisper. He then imagined her standing up and walking to the edge of his desk, leaning forward inches from his face while he breaths in her sweet perfume as it inflames his senses. She would raise her hand to her neck and grasp the zipper, then slowly unzip her uniform to mid-breast. As the edges of her uniform gradually separate, her cleavage and upper-half of her sumptuous breasts come into view, while her once trapped body heat escapes then wafts across your face. The silence in the room would be deafening……………… Ensign Ro would then walk around the Captain's desk and face him sitting in his chair. She’d brush the hair from her face and take a deep breath. As her lungs expanded, her voluptuous breasts would force apart her uniform, uncovering her breasts and forcing the zipper further towards her waist. Her breasts now fully exposed, hung proudly before him. The erection and his pants began to tear against the fabric of his uniform. It was almost as in slow motion as he observed her uniform separate and the zipper move down exposing her breasts. Click by click by click by click by click until coming to a rest inches above her treasure. No one spoke. Ensign Ro would then clasp the Captain's hands and lead them up to her shoulders, where she’d motion for Captain to take hold of the remaining fabric of her uniform resting on her forearms. With a slow steady pull, the Captain Freed her arms and continued down her body, over and around her butt until the uniform rested atop her feet. As she stepped out her uniform, he’d stand up and remove his uniform. unzipping it from behind and down over his chest, his waist and to his feet. She would position herself, standing in between his knees and lean forward, bracing her arms by taking hold the top of his chair. Raising one leg and then the other forward to straddle the chair, she now stood directly above his cock and firmly against his chest and face. As she lowered herself, her breasts brushed against the Captain's face. Taking hold of his cock with one of her moist palms, she would guide herself down upon his raging erection. “Oooooooooh,” Ro purred like a cat. As she lowered herself upon him, he felt her warmth radiate through his throbbing cock. The Captain arched his head back, gasping for breath as he experienced a ferocious wave of sensuous pleasure flow across his body and mind. “Yes, yes, yes, yes" was all the Captain could mutter. She looked into the Captain's eyes and smiled. Ensign Ro would then begin to slowly and methodically gyrate and thrust herself forcefully upon his cock. He wrapped his hands around her butt and squeezed her flesh. He would also run his arms up and down her sides, from her petite waist, the subtle contour of her ribs and over and around her supple breasts. With each of her thrusts, her amorous breasts rose up and down as if part of a mesmerizing dance. Her nipples, already swollen, seemed to call out to the Captain. He’d lean forward and begin to manipulate the tips with his thumbs, lips and tongue. There was so much he wanted to do to her and her body simultaneously, he became enraged with anticipation. She became more aggressive, not satisfied with his depth. She would reach out her hands beside his waist and begin to pull back his hips, hoping to force him deeper into her. She wanted more, bigger, deeper and faster. When he reached her spot, she let out a high pinched and throaty squeal. “John Luc, John Luc, John Luc”, she’d scream repeatedly though her white teeth in increasingly higher pitches. Clutching her breasts, she bucked hard against him. His emotions at a fever pitch, he’d decide to take the offensive. He would wrap his muscular arms tightly around her delicate frame and with his powerful legs, raise her up off the chair. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Still inside her, he pivoted her towards his desk laying her body across the table. Once on his desk, he’d position her by pulling her to the edge. He would then raise her legs atop his shoulders, exposing her for maximum penetration. The look in her eyes was feral. He began to penetrate her in violent thrusting of his hips. The impacts made her body rock. Her tight rotund butt provided the perfect cushion upon which her body laid as it undulated across his desk. “Mother fucker, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit" she screamed out. He would then decide to open her up. He would bring her legs down the off his shoulders and cup each arm around her legs behind the knees with his bent arms. This allowed him to spread her legs farthest apart. Taking a momentary break, he then motioned for her to grab her legs behind her knees. The Captain was now in a formidable position between her legs. She was exposed, defenseless, at his will but also insatiable, and raised her head off the table waiting for the Captain to at last conquer her quivering body. She was a ball of pent up sensual energy. She had also dreamed of this moment, when the Captain would force himself upon her. He would then lean forward to secure his hands on her delicate shoulders, balancing himself as he resumed his forceful penetrations. “Fuck yes Jean-Luc”, she screeched with his forceful impacts. “Who has the most powerful vessel in Star Fleet", he demanded her to answer. "Jean-Luc, Jean-Luc,” she passionately responded. He grabbed her hips, breasts and nipples, as she flailed her head on top the table. He saw her face and felt her body twinge, as he slowed his pace feeling a surge build in his crotch and balls. He knew he hit her spot and anticipated her fierce sexual discharge. Within seconds, she’d scream, "oooh, ooooh, ooooh, oooooh, yeees, yees,” as she clutched her amorous soft breasts and repeatedly climaxed. Still inside her he withdrew himself and responded in kind, he grabbed her behind the neck and raised her off the table. She sat up on the edge of the table, still suffering the effects of her powerful orgasms. Breathing heavily, her chest rose up high and down with each breath, defining the contours of her rib cage and forcing her breasts forward. Droplets of perspiration beaded on her finely toned stomach and around her hips. She let out a quiet gasp, “Ooooooooooh” as she felt the fine droplets of his cum spray against the back of her throat and soft palette. The subtle sensation she felt in her mouth, as his essence coated the back of her throat, tongue, teeth as well as the texture, taste and warmth of his cock, caused her to moan a deep throaty whimper "Ummmmh!". Grabbing her chest, she firmly squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples. He saw a wave of emotion cross her face as he emptied himself into her mouth. She closed her eyes and softly sighed as each droplet spattered in her mouth. Hoping to satiate her desires, her tongue slowly traced her mouth, coating her teeth and lips with his juices, "Ummmmmh”. With his last drop, she finally swallowed the embodiment of his manhood. Gazing up into the Captain's eyes, she continued to fondle and pull at her breasts, while seductively smiling and licking to her lips. "I want more!" she exclaimed, as she took hold of the Captain and began to stroke him with her right hand. She wanted more of him in her mouth and the Captain, realizing this, was more than eager to comply. "Captain, Captain, can you hear me". He did not respond at first. The school girl repeated herself, "Captain, are you okay". His mind was in a haze, his thoughts were clouded slowly coming out of this dream. He saw the beautiful girl in front of him concerned about his state of mind. He then placed his arms on her shoulder, smiled and asked her what she wanted. "To fix your problem", she replied innocently. Having come to his senses, he realized he was in the sick bay talking to a young female student about hand jobs. He needed a moment to gather himself, stirred by the erotic dream episode he just experienced. The ship was still in danger, but he could not escape the possibilities of being with this or all of these girls. He was experiencing the worst case of blue balls ever. The groans and vocal pleasures emanating from Ro dispensing her medical treatments came to an end with one last deep moan from her patient. Within moments, Ro raised off her knees and appeared in the sick bay, leaned over the sink and spit. Her face and body was moist with sweat as pools of perspiration formed between her breasts, down her stomach to her waist and the curve of her back. He then observed her make a mark above the door frame, signaling the number five. She looked tired. About the same time, he turned and saw nurse Omagala leave her station. They met each other at the nursing station. "How did it go? Ensign Ro inquired. At first, the nurse didn't reply, normally quite bashful by nature. Ensign Ro asked her again, “how did it go with that asshole? The nurse stammered, trying to remain professional about this unprofessional situation. “Did he release himself on you? Ensign Ro remarked. The nurse responded only by raising her head. “That’s why I refused him", Ro replied stubbornly. "In your face", Ro continued. The nurse responded only by pointing to her cheek. "What a jerk, wait until I see him again, officer or no officer" Ro said angrily. "But that wasn't the only thing concerning him" the nurse interjected. "What do you mean? Ro said inquisitively. "It was his size", she whispered to Ro. "Yeah, I know. It was difficult for me too. That thing should have its own rank" Ro playfully sighed. "Yeah, maybe it should be called the Admiral" the nurse giggled. "Women always talk about wanting something like that in them but when it's staring you in the face, one might have second thoughts" Ro contemplated. "You might be right Ro but I believe we just weren't used to something of that girth. Were you able to get it down your throat? "I could barely breathe at first but in time, after I moistened his shaft with my lips and tongue, his cock more manageable" Ro revealed. “Wow, I was only able to suck the knob of his cock. I'm amazed Ro" "Thanks" Ro blushed with pride regarding her talents with Ro, "yes, I'm pretty good giving head. There is nothing like the taste and having your mouth full of warm cock”. "Has the Captain been treated yet" Ro asked the nurse. "I thought I was going to take care of him but he declined in deference to one of the crew", the nurse replied. "How noble" Ro replied aroused thinking of the possibilities of her servicing the Captain. "I hope I get a second chance" the nurse replied. "Well let's hope one of us takes care of him" Ro said charitably. The Captain expressed his appreciation to the girls about their offer but insisted they wait for him to call them if there services would be needed. He then walked to the doctors office, to discuss how do resolve this crisis. "Hasn't Guinan come down yet? The Captain exclaimed realizing she had not shown up. "She said she is on her way Captain. But my precious son Wesley has a great and feasible idea Captain" the doctor insisted. "Yes Wesley, what is it? "Given the time constraints and lack of supply in both quality and quantity, I thought I could summon my friend ‘the traveler’ to assist us with this problem Captain" Wesley said earnestly. "What do you mean quantity and quality Wesley" the Captain replied. "Well, my mommy says you don't believe some available talent is old enough to relieve some of the male crew members. Which I happen to disagree because some of the girls you turned away are like oral vacuums, they have reputations Captain" Wesley said. "Also my mommy said you requested Guinan to the sick bay to assist Ro and my moms nurse. Let me tell you Captain, no one even if ordered will want to fuck Guinan. You will have any mutiny on your ship. She looks beastly, as if she was randomly reconfigured in the transporter beam" Wesley continued. "I mean maybe Worf or Geordie, being visually blind, but no one else" Wesley said in a matter of fact tone of voice. The Captain laughed, chuckling at Wesley's characterization of Guinan. "What is your solution son? "My friend ‘The traveler’ may be able to travel using his abilities and bring back more women to help the ship Captain" Wesley explained. "Sorry" the Captain said confused. "Captain, we are about nine days at full warp from large populations. But ‘ the traveler’ can travel seconds, minutes, hours, days or even years in the future or past instantaneously and bring back volunteers into our present time" Wesley informed the Captain. As she walked on her way towards the Captains quarters, Vash was struck by the sounds coming from behind many of the doors of the cabins. "Brilliant, just brilliant Ensign Crusher" the Captain remarked, "How soon will he be here? "I must contact him first but I assume only a couple of minutes after that" Wesley replied. Guinan finally arrived and met with the doctor and after some discussion surprisingly agreed to assist. The doctor explained that her patient would arrive soon and for her to wait for them to come down. The Captain ordered Geordie and Worf to meet him sick bay. When they arrived, they had many questions for the Captain about how they felt, the ship and Lt. Commander Data. The Captain said he knew how they felt and will provide a remedy soon. He beckoned for Guinan and introduced them to her. "I order both of you to accompany Guinan to her quarters. I'm sure once you are there you will know what to do. She is under orders but actually volunteered to work with you" the Captain explained. Worf and Geordie were slightly confused, aroused, and obeyed orders following her out of the sick bay. Even while in the Captains quarters, Vash continued to hear voices of men and women. And on her way to his quarters felt uncomfortable in the way male officers stared at her and some even sporting erections, seen through their uniforms. On the hollow deck, Deanna turned on her side. At his instruction, Deanna began stroking data's chest serving him refreshments. She stood up and walked towards the refreshments bar at the head of the sand mound behind them at the top of the beach. Data observed her sultry walk as her firm behind danced against the confines of her white cotton shorts. Resting on his back, Deanna returned with nourishments to feed her man, her provider. "I brought some refreshments for you" Deanna whispered. Looking up at her, data nodded his head. Deanna approached him slowly then lowered herself to her knees near his shoulders. Her delicate shoulders and well toned stomach glistened. Sitting on her knees, she placed the platter of refreshments near data's head. She decided to serve her sexual playmate some wine, cheese, an assortment of crackers and fresh grapes. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy. "Please, serve me now Deanna" Data said in a very smug tone of voice, as he snapped his fingers. She poured a glass of wine and handed it to Data. Only when he directed, Deanna fed him her snacks on the tray. When he finished his wine, he looked out onto the horizon as the sun began to set. All his life Data strove to become more human. On this beautiful sunlit beach, with its plants, animals, surrounded by nature's beauty and about to have a beautiful woman, Data felt more human than he ever had in his life. He initiated his sexual program, upon which he became hard and filled out the wrinkles in his shorts. Beginning to get worried they would never satisfy her carnal desires, Deanna was glad to see Data's shorts begin to fill out. Giddy with excitement, she let out a deep gasp when she noticed data becoming hard. "Can I, can I Data" Deanna repeated as she stared at his crotch. In full command, he refused her request just to tease her. He also believed it would heighten her arousal and physical exertion, it worked. Deanna, chomping the bit to get started, began to fondle her breasts through the soft fabric. Deanna then positioned herself between his legs, below his crotch. Data raised his head and saw a vision. Deanna was kneeling in the sand, with her hands on her lap. Her long hair was pulled back behind her delicate neck, exposing her bare shoulders. Her breasts hung low in her cotton tube top. He could clearly see her cleavage above the upper edge of her top, as well as the droplets of perspiration trickle down her chest, face and her well toned stomach. “I need subsistence from you Deanna. Please nurture me” Data quietly spoke, as he waived his hand. Her face brightened as she smiled revealing her bright white teeth. Her eyes widened and the look turned from passive and subservient to motivated and intensive. Data opened his legs a little wider. Deanna repositioned herself on her stomach and chest, with her head only inches above his crotch. When unfastened, she firmly gripped the sides of his shorts and pulled them down off his waist to mid-thigh. Once released from its confinement, his cock sprung forward up to near her face. Deanna let out soft sigh, anticipating her pleasures.