0 comments/ 78891 views/ 9 favorites Parallel Universe Ch. 01 By: tryanythingtwice 'Stop it, Tom, I really mean it this time!' she warned. Tom sat up in bed knowing full well that his mind was no longer in control, and that his dick was now in charge of his vocal cords. His penis had no pride, 'come on darling just try it once for God's sake.' 'Look Tom in all the years we've been married have we ever had oral sex? No, and I'm not about to start now, ok?' No it's not ok thought Tom. Barbie had been his childhood sweetheart. They got married at a young age, and he had never been with another woman. 'If I can't do it with you, then who can I do it with?' pleaded Tom in vain. 'We've been over this a million times Tom, it's not right. There's a place for a penis and it's not in a lady's mouth,' she replied in a soothing yet firm voice. 'And don't try that emotional blackmail with me - I know you could never be with another woman while you are married to me, you don't have it in you to cheat on me.' she retorted. Tom knew he would never cheat on her, but his aching hard-on didn’t seem to share his sense of honour. 'Just kiss it,' begged Tom in a last ditched attempt. Barbie slammed shut her book. 'For pity's sake' she exhaled moving down the bed slightly. She was in complete control, and she knew it. All her life she had manipulated this great man, and abused his wonderful nature to her advantage. She had always known which buttons to push and had manoeuvred their destinies into a teen marriage and then sat back and watched him elevate through the ranks to chief astronaut. She relished in the stature that his position brought her, and loved her charmed lifestyle. 'Ok, just this once, and I'm only going to kiss it, do you understand, Tom?' she stated, flicking her long blond hair over her tanned shoulder. Tom's eyes opened wide and he swallowed as her full lips approached his 7inch rock hard dick. He could feel her full breasts on his thighs as she leaned forward. Her lips met his foreskin sending a shiver down his spine. He dared not close his eyes, he wanted to relish every second of her advances. It was now or never he thought as he pushed his pelvis up trying to nudge his dick into her mouth. He hit an enamelled wall of perfectly maintained teeth. 'I said a kiss, and I meant it,' she said pulling away. For a split second Tom thought of grabbing hold of the back of her head, and thrusting his dick into that lovely mouth. Instead he took a deep breath and leaned back in bed, the duvet pointing north around his erection. With mock sympathy, Barbie offered to give him a handjob, taking hold of his thick penis. 'It's alright, I'd better get some sleep,' he said pulling away from her hold. Her handjobs were a complete disaster. She always ended up hurting him more than pleasuring him. He would wait until she was asleep then sort himself out later that night with the help of a video he had acquired from his best friend and fellow astronaut Lex. He knew his dick wasn't going to let him get any sleep, but he closed his eyes anyway, imagining his wife's lips wrapped around his cock. He could almost sense her wet tongue flicking his head, and he imagined the slurpy noise as her saliva provided the lubrication for her deep thrusts. He opened his eyes, woken by her soft snoring. He turned to gaze at the lovely naked creature he had been with for the past eight years. Her expensive gym membership hadn't gone to waste, and he admired her perfect tits heaving up and down under the duvet covers. He smiled thinking of how lucky he was sleeping next to someone with the looks of Kim Basinger, and the body of a porn actress. He slowly pulled down the duvet cover off her naked breasts and started playing with her left nipple. After a few moments she mumbled sleepily in disapproval, and turned to face away from Tom. Tom glanced at the mirrored wardrobe door to continue admiring her breasts. She was leaning to one side, and the top breast was now resting on the bottom one. Her shoulders crouched forward, while helped extenuate her full natural figure. He moved closer to her, spooning her from behind and manoeuvred his hands so that they each cupped as much of her Double-D breasts as they could manage. His hard dick bumped into her backside, and Barbie instinctively positioned herself in such a way that the intrusive dick was no longer a threat to any of her orifices. 'Tomorrow...' she whispered sleepily, tapping his hand, 'we'll do it tomorrow.' Tom had lost count of the number of times he had heard her make that empty promise. Finally, sleep came. Tom woke to the sound of a phone ringing. Before he had a chance to answer, his mobile, as well as his pager, and Barbie’s mobile all joined in the choir of ring tones. 'Get that will you dear,' said Barbie lazily. He picked up the handset next to the bed, and had to calm down the caller before he could make any sense of the conversation. 'Jesus H, you're alive...you're fucking alive!' blurted out the breathless chief engineer, Sam. 'What the hell are you taking about Sam, get a grip man.' 'Channel 12, quickly switch to Channel 12, you're not going to believe your fucking eyes man!' Groggily Tom used to remote to find the right channel. The reporter was shouting into her microphone, competing with other camera crews and reporters nearby. 'I repeat the 4 man crew of the Xavier are all dead!' NASA has confirmed that Thomas Fairchild, Deana Reynolds, Lex Weissman, and Tasha Jones have all flat-lined. This was an unauthorised flight. How they managed to get access to the multi-billion dollar space craft and take off remains a mystery, ladies and gentleman.' 'What kind of prank are they pulling now?' asked Barbie in disbelief as she started coming out of her sleep, woken by the noise of all the phones still ringing around their luxury home. ‘Jesus, could Lex really be dead?’ thought Tom. He hung up on Sam and used his speed dial to call his best friend. 'Please pick up, pick up,' chanted Tom, now fully awake. 'This better be good - do you know how early it is?' demanded the instantly recognisable voice of Lex. 'Thank the maker you're alright!' exclaimed the relieved Tom, 'NASA thinks we're dead. They think we hijacked the Xavier, blasted off into space a day early, and killed ourselves with a couple of female cadets.’ 'I want some of what you've been snorting' laughed Lex. 'Channel 12 man, its all there, check for yourself. Sam's going nuts.' 'That mad engineer is always going nuts. Where the fuck did I put that remote control?' said Lex, dropping the receiver by the bed. Tom kept the phone to his ear and waited quietly for his friend to continue the conversation. He noticed that Barbie had got up and was bending over beside the bed, naked, rummaging in her handbag trying to find her ringing mobile phone. He could see her slit clearly from this angle and wanted nothing more than to run his tongue over her opening. She had a terrific ass, and his dick was now at attention again as he wondered what it would be like to enter the forbidden virgin ring. He reached over and caressed her smooth backside, and it wasn't until he reached her pussy that she moved away. He had expected that to happen. 'Fuck! Has the whole world gone mad! Is it April Fools’?' There followed an onslaught of questions from both astronauts that neither could answer. 'No my husband is not dead, and he isn't a Goddamn thief neither so don't call here again, or I'll sue!' yelled Barbie, then switched off her mobile. 'We'd best get out of here' said Tom. 'I'm going to meet Lex at NASA HQ, and I think you should go stay with Amy for a while.' requested Tom. There was no argument from Barbie. She nodded and started getting dressed. She was having difficulty with her large red lace bra in front of the wardrobe mirror. Let me help said Tom, his erection leading him off the bed towards his waiting wife. He stood behind her, his dick hovering and pointing at her cute ass. As he tugged at the bra straps he couldn't help but peek over her shoulder and admire the way her ample cleavage swam in the two balconies of her underwired bra. He tugged the straps a little closer to exaggerate her exquisite bumps even more. 'You quite finished?' questioned Barbie impatiently. The strap now fully secured, he reached from behind her and squeezed her bra-laden breasts. He pressed his penis into the small of her back. He rubbed her tits until he was certain that her nipples were beginning to respond under their lace covering. 'We've no time for this,' said Barbie pulling his hands off her, 'the reporters will be buzzing our gates any minute. Tom took a deep breath, and started getting ready. Barbie took the Mercedes convertible. She liked showing it off in front of her tennis club partner, Amy. Tom shortly followed in his Jaguar, swerving passed the horde of reporters and camera crews that were beginning to congregate outside his secure home. NASA HQ was a hive of activity. He waded through the various security checkpoints, and finally entered mission control. In the darkness he could make out Lex, and the two cadets that had been reported dead in the news broadcast. The young cadets were crying and hugging each other. Lex stood like a statue staring at the main view screen. Mission control had its full complement of staff but there was an uneasy silence in the vast room. Tom blinked before looking again at the giant main view screen playing back images from inside the orbiting Xavier cockpit. In the Xavier floated four inanimate figures. He could clearly make out the gaunt motionless faces of the dead crew. He saw himself, his best friend, and the two young women trying to compose themselves, crumbling every time they looked at the screen. 'What kind of sick fucking joke is this,' Tom demanded of no one in particular. An excited technician burst into the room and exclaimed that the Xavier was still docked in the hanger. Everyone without exception spilled out of mission control and ran for the nearby hanger. There she stood, in all her regal majesty, NASA's flagship. 'I don't understand!' screamed Cadet Deana Reynolds before collapsing on the hard floor. One of the technicians ran over to her trying to resuscitate her. As he shook the young beauty, her oversized breasts fought against the woolly jumper that restrained them. The technician couldn't help but notice how Deana's breast continued to wobble long after he has stopped shaking her. Her figure was almost the exact double of Tom's frigid wife, Barbie. 'Take her to sickbay,' commanded the deep hoarse voice belonging to Director Thompson. 'At once, Sir!' acknowledged the technician, as he lifted the still unconscious girl, having a sly grope of the sides of her stunning breasts when he was sure that no one could see. He was thankful that his jumpsuit hid his erection, as another technician came over to give him a hand. 'In my prep room, now!' ordered Thompson, pointing at Tom, Lex and the remaining cadet, Tasha. Sam was already waiting in the Director's prep room, and went straight over to Tom. He gave Tom a hearty handshake, followed by a genuine embrace. 'Thank the Maker, you're alright,' said the chief engineer. Thompson cleared his throat disapprovingly, indicating to Sam that he should begin his debriefing. 'Three telescopes, and various satellites all confirm that what we are seeing in space is real. That ‘is’ the Xavier out there, and we are certain that the crew of the Xavier are ‘real’ too.' '...dead real.' interrupted Lex. Sam took a deep breath and continued. 'I think I have an explanation, and LAL agrees with my hypothesis.' LAL was a state of the art artificial intelligence computer system that had been used to solve many a mystery in the past. 'The orbiting satellite Rover7 has witnessed a tear in the fabric of space, just next to the moon.' Sam nodded at his assistant who dimmed the lights and played back the Rover7 video footage. An incredibly bright image lit the darkened room. Cadet Tasha stared at the projector screen with her mouth wide open. 'It looks like a giant angry red pussy!' said the ever-eloquent Lex. Even Thompson let that comment pass as he stared in awe at the giant shimmering space anomaly. 'I'm sure Captain Kirk fucked that pussy in episode 6' continued Lex, unable to help himself. 'You're sick,' said Tasha, finally able to release some tension with a giggle. 'Stick around kid, I've got a million of them...' said Lex trying to put his arm around Tasha. 'I'm immune to your charms, flyboy,' came Tasha's reflex response, as she wriggled abruptly out of Lex’s vice-like grip. Lex winked, pinching her ass. Tasha struck his face hard with the back of her hand. 'No one touches me unless I say so, you got that, fuck face!' said Tasha furiously. 'You little bitch, that was out of order!' Lex rubbed his glowing cheek. 'Well, try touching me again, and you'll see what I've got for dessert,' she threatened, making a fist. 'Just you wait Honey. I haven't finished with you yet...' Lex replied menacingly, still rubbing his slapped cheek. 'Secure that shit, both of you!' demanded Thompson. 'I need some calm so we can figure out what the hell is going on, ok?' Tasha's eyes dropped to the floor. She was adamant that she was not going to apologise to the sexist moron. 'That's better...now Sam please continue,' instructed Thompson. 'We think that the rip has created a corridor linking us and ... a parallel universe…' he let that sink in. Silence was his queue to continue. 'The extensive damage on the phantom Xavier, and its proximity to the rip, leads me to believe that the ship was struck hard by the meteor lodged in the booster rocket.' He pointed at the screen. 'This short-circuited the navigation system, causing the rocket boosters to thrust at full power. That's why the fuel levels are registering so low. The energy released by the rocket boosters has interacted with some unknown material on the meteor causing the rip in space, and the vessel to come through the corridor. I think the rip will heal completely when the rocket fuel is fully spent, and there is nothing left for the meteor to react with. I estimate 48 hours.' As unbelievable as it was, it was the only explanation that made sense. 'Ok, well lets take our Xavier up there and see what we can salvage from the ghost ship,' added Tom. 'LAL doesn't think that's such a good idea, Tom,' Sam grimaced thinking of the best way to break the news. 'We think if you were to come in contact with your other self, you would simply cancel each other out - as if you had never existed.' 'The way I see it, we have two options,' said Sam, slowly. 'One, we find a way to get the dead ship back through the tear within 48 hours...' 'That doesn't sound possible given the tight timeframe. What's option 2?' inquired Tom. Option 2 is that you guys take our Xavier and fly through the rip instead, re-establishing the balance. Sam knew they wouldn't like that. 'Are you out of your mind...we have no idea what it's like in the other universe,' replied Tom. 'I believe that the two worlds are virtually identical. Just think, all of you are astronauts. The Xavier is almost identical - albeit with some different markings and emblems, but on the whole the technology is the exact same. Your ages match exactly, and from the personnel records we were able to salvage, Tom, your career, and Lex's have followed the same pattern as in this universe.' 'What about me?' asked a shy figure listening from the prep room entrance. 'Good to see you're up and about cadet Reynolds,' said Thompson, inviting Deana to enter the briefing. Tasha rushed over to embrace the trembling Deana. 'How sweet,' mocked Lex. 'I'm afraid we couldn't find any files on either of you cadets, confessed Sam, 'but please remember the ghost ship has been badly damaged and the memory boards are mostly fried.' The doors swung open violently as a junior technician burst into the briefing. 'Sirs, you had better come take a look in the hangar.' ** The crew stared with disbelief as their Xavier phased in and out of existence. 'I was afraid of that,' said Sam taking off his glasses. 'It looks like you don't even have to be in contact with your other self for the two of you to cancel each other out. I believe what when the rip closes, that will be the end of it, no more Tom, or Lex, or Deana, or ...' '...We get the picture,' interrupted Tom. Deana screamed out loud, 'my hand, I swear it just disappeared and reappeared! What are we going to do?' Tom's mouth was getting dryer and dryer in the heat of panic. 'Shit, we don't have any time for a debate. I think I'll take my chances in this other universe, shit, it can't be much worse than my life in this disappointing existence!' He reflected over the past eight years of melancholy married life. How many times had that cock-tease of a wife turned him down in the past, and how many more times was she going to do the same in the future. Maybe his relationship with Barbie was better in the parallel universe. He wanted to find out. The remaining three astronauts didn’t waste any time in joining him, as Tom made his way to the phase-shifting Xavier. 'Let's get this baby in the air now,' barked Thompson as he clapped his hands. Deana had sat in the seat next to Tom as they entered the ship. Tasha by now hated Lex, but didn't want to seem petty in asking Deana to swap seats. The Xavier blasted off into space in record time. Many of the safety protocols had been omitted in the rush to get the ship airborne. Tom peered over at Deana and noticed a tear in her eye through the helmet glass. He stretched his hand over to hold hers. She gripped his hand tight, thankful of the reassurance. Seeing this show of affection from the seat behind, Lex tried to grab Tasha's hand. She reluctantly complied in a gesture of good will. He took hold of her gloved hand and placed it over his suited groin. She immediately withdrew her hand, giving him the finger. This first thing Tasha wanted to do when she reached her new home was press charges against the insane asshole. It took several hours to reach the tear, and they could now clearly see their twin ship at the base of the tear, phasing in and out in unison with their ship. Sam's voice sounded tinny as he bid the crew a final farewell, warning them to steer clear of the other ship. They entered the tear. Parallel Universe Ch. 02 The journey only lasted an instant. There were no swirling mazes of light, or strobe-light tunnels, just a blink of darkness, the ship shuddered as if travelling through rough turbulence, and then they were through. Tom checked the rear camera views. There was no sign of a space tear in this universe. Flicking a switch he asked, ‘Everyone ok?’ The crew mumbled responses at their captain, before settling again. ‘Now hear his,’ Tom continued, ‘if we start telling tales of mysterious parallel universes and the like, we will more than likely be detained at some mental institute where they will administer electro-shock therapy until we are green in the face! Your orders are to act normal, tell no one about who you really are, and try to live your life as best you can. Is that understood? I said, is that understood?’ ‘Yes Captain!’ they are barked. He even got a salute from Lex. A tinny voice sounded over the intercom, ‘this is NASA HQ, can you read me, Xavier?’ ‘Captain Fairchild here, reading you loud and clear, awaiting further instructions, NASA’ ‘Well Tom, why don’t you bring that big bird back home, you guys deserve a rest!’ ‘Thank you NASA, we are on our way!’ Deana looked out of the ship’s main viewing screen. The Earth looked the same. She could even recognise some landmarks as they made their descent. The landing was very smooth, and after completing all on-board checks, the crew left the Xavier and headed for Mission Control. Cadets Lara and Deana were herded off into a room to the side, while the returning heroes were ushered into the main presentation area. They received a hearty welcome from many familiar faces, and also from people that they didn’t recognise. With the bland speeches out the way, Director Thompson granted both Tom and Lex permission to begin their well-earned vacation. After saluting they started making their way towards the exit. They heard loud screams coming from a nearby doorway and both of them instinctively ran towards the screams. They stopped for a second in sheer disbelief as they entered the side room. The two cadets, Deana and Tasha were being gang raped by a group of technicians. Deana’s top had been ripped completely off, and she lay pinned to the floor. A technician held her arms down, another held her legs and a third was unbuckling his overalls to begin his assault. Deana was screaming as loud as her lungs would permit. Lex looked over at Tasha. She had been stripped completely bare, and a technician was already fucking her, while four others held her down, cheering on their colleague. Tom instinctively started towards the assailants, but the calculating Lex stopped him in his tracks. ‘Listen Tom, and listen well,’ Lex spoke in a whisper, ‘this might be perfectly normal behaviour in this world. If you go breaking this up, you might land yourself in that mental institute you were talking about!’ Tom’s sense of right and wrong demanded more than that. He replied, ‘I can’t let this happen, those two are my responsibility!’ ‘Well then, do it right, Tom. Follow my lead!’ Lex let go of Tom and turned to face the rapists. He cleared his throat, and barked, ‘Atten-hut!’ The technicians stopped cheering and let go of the two cadets. Recognising the Captain’s uniform, they all got up off the floor and started to form a straight line in front of the Tom. While Tom stared silently at the technicians, Lex slipped behind them to check on the two cadets. Deana was in shock, clutching at her top, trying to frantically cover her exposed breasts, while Tasha was crawling naked along the floor heading towards Deanna. Tom tried to remain calm, ‘Someone tell me what’s going on in here?’ The Chinese technician that had been fucking Tasha spoke. ‘Sir, we won the BTTN award. You know, Best Tech-Team in NASA. Those two are our prize. We’ve got permission from Director Thompson. I got to be honest with you Sir, I’ve never seen two women resist so much about having sex. I hope they treated you better in space?’ Lex was the first to react. ‘Guy’s you’re absolutely right these two were frigid bitches in space. I was lucky to get a blowjob from the skinny one!’ The guys in the line-up sniggered, still facing front. Lex continued, ‘the thing is guys, that we’ve still got some unfinished business with these two, so is there any way we could…?’ The Chinese guy spoke, ‘Sirs, on behalf of the entire Tech Team, I would like to present our prize to you both. Please enjoy them with our compliments, but, if I might be so bold, I have one favour to ask?’ Tom was still unable to absorb the enormity of the words spoken by the spokesman. Lex asked, ‘and what favour is that?’ ‘Could I please have an autograph for my son?’ ‘Me too?’ added another technician. Lex obliged, keeping an eye on the two cadets. There was hatred in Tasha’s eyes, and he knew that she would be in serious trouble if she tried to attack her assailants. The technicians seemed genuinely excited at having met two real-life astronauts, and the tallest one said, ‘Sirs if you like, I could stay and help hold the bitches down while you fuck ‘em?’ Tom clenched his fist and walked towards the lanky technician. Lex walked quickly towards Tom, put an arm around his shoulder and used his considerable strength to hold Tom back. ‘Listen guys, thanks for the offer, but we’ll manage. Now you guys are all dismissed, so get the fuck out a here!’ With a cheer the group left. Lex turned to his friend and said, ‘Get a grip! Come and help me with the two girls. We’ve got to get them out of here.’ Tom approached Deana offering his leather jacket. She grabbed it and quickly put it on. Lex lifted some clothes from the floor and offered them to the naked Tasha. He noticed some blood trickle down the inside of her thigh. Tasha’s gazed angrily at Lex as she put on the clothes. ‘What’s the matter, you never seen a virgin before!” said Tasha bitterly. ‘I’m sorry,’ was all Lex could manage in reply. ‘What are we going to do now?’ asked Deana, weakly. ‘We’ve got to get somewhere secluded and find out as much as we can about this parallel existence. Our survival depends on how much we learn before we make any more contact with beings from this world. For all we know we could be executed for littering!’ Tom nodded and helped Deana to her feet. Lex said, ‘Chances are, that I live alone here, so everyone back to my place and we’ll start our research by checking news broadcasts and the Internet. Deana started to cry, and grabbing Tom’s arm said, ‘I want to go back! I hate it here, I want to go back.’ Tom gave her a reassuring hug, and told her that everything would be fine. They left NASA HQ together in Lex’s car, and drove to his apartment. No one spoke in the car. Deana had fallen asleep, resting her head on Tom’s shoulder, while Tasha sat in the front passenger seat, still in shock, staring into space and muttering obscenities quietly to herself. Everything seemed normal as they drove through the quiet town centre – it was 5am and there was little traffic on the roads. Lex stopped at a set of lights near a small park, and his attention was drawn to a beautiful tall girl in a floral summer dress walking her dog. A guy in a business suit tapped her on the shoulder and struck up a conversation. The girl smiled warmly at the suit, and nodded. Before the lights changed, Lex witnessed the girl kneel down in front of the guy, pull out his dick and start sucking him off in broad daylight. What was even more surreal was that the suit took out a newspaper from his briefcase and started reading it as she carried on blowing his cock. ‘Jesus H…’ said Lex. ‘…Christ!’ finished Tom. A car horn sounded behind Lex, and he abruptly pulled away from the lights. They reached Lex’s apartment without witnessing any further odd behaviour. Tom knew that they had a lot of research to do, and he knew that the girls weren’t going to like what they were about to find out. ** Send feedback if you think I should continue this storyline. Thanks. Parallel Universe Ch. 03 ‘So, let me get this straight. Women on this planet are basically sex objects? They serve no other purpose?’ asked Tom with complete disbelief. Lex was quick to reply, ‘That’s not strictly true. From the looks of things, most women here have jobs, menial jobs. But on the whole they only work so that they can meet men, and basically shag as many blokes as they can.’ Deana started at Tasha in stunned silence. Tasha turned to face Lex, and asked, ‘What else?’ ‘It’s a crime for a woman to refuse a man sex. He can have her arrested. Prisons hold both male and female convicts together. You end up with one of those places, and you can kiss your sanity goodbye! If the male prisoners don’t gang rape you, then the wardens certainly will.’ ‘No’ said Deana weakly, shaking her head. Lex took a deep breath, ‘I’m sorry but it’s true. I haven’t discovered any mention of any woman in a position of authority. It’s the same in every country, without exception.’ ‘Are you telling me that if I walk out that door, I either have to shag every bloke that asks me or I get locked up?’ Tasha was getting angrier by the second. ‘I’m never leaving this apartment, ever,’ said Deana in a panicked voice. ‘It appears that the only time a guy won’t ask a woman for sex is if she’s accompanied by another guy,’ said Lex trying to help. Suddenly the phone rang which made everyone jump. Lex answered, and after a quick conversation hung up. He turned to Tom and said, ‘That was Barbie, she’s been waiting for you at your home, she’s been worried sick, wondering why you haven’t gone home. I told her you would be along shortly.’ ‘Christ!’ said Tom, ‘I didn’t think that I would be married in this universe!’ ‘You’re not.’ corrected Lex, ‘It’s not called marriage here, its called a binding. She is basically your exclusive sex slave. You paid the government a hefty price for her, so that no one else can touch her.’ Tom shook his head and headed for the door. Deana ran after him, and grabbing his arm whispered, ‘don’t leave me Tom. I need you, you’re the only one keeping me sane in this God-forsaken place.’ Tom touched her hand soothingly, ‘don’t worry Deana, I won’t be away for long. I need to check on my wife. I promise I’ll be back shortly.’ ** Tom borrowed Lex’s sports car to drive over to his luxury home. He stared at the blond figure waiting for him as he neared the front entrance. It was Barbie, but there was something different about her. It took him a few moments to realise what the difference was - she was smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her smile. He reflected momentarily on the last few years of their marriage and wondered how they had managed to stay together when all they had done was argue and fight. The sight of Barbie bounding towards him in a tight tee-shirt took his mind off everything. Everything that is, except for the amazing jugs that where being violently thrown in all directions as she rushed towards him. He got out of the car and was immediately pinned to the bonnet as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue down his throat. He opened his eyes wide with complete shock. This was not her usual welcome. He prised her off and held her at arms-length while getting his breath back. ‘Are your feeling ok?’ he gasped. ‘Now that you’ve finally made it home, I feel absolutely wonderful.’ She tried to get closer to him again, but his grip on her shoulders was tight. ‘Will you please give me a second,’ said Tom, still trying to cope with the unexpected burst affection from his other half. Biting the side of her lip with mischief in mind, Barbie reached her hand forward towards Tom’s crotch. She unzipped his jeans while Tom still held both her shoulders, and whipped out his dick. After adjusting her hold on his penis she started to escort Tom by using his exposed penis as a steering rod to navigate her husband into their home. Tom was too dumbfounded to do anything apart from be led in this unconventional manner. She slammed the door shut behind them and looked into his eyes. ‘Did you miss me, Tom?’ He nodded his head still unable to speak. She grabbed his hands and put then onto her tee-shirt over her huge natural breasts. ‘I bet you missed them too?’ she teased. Again, all Tom could do was nod. In a very cute voice she said, ‘in all the excitement Tom, I forgot to put on a bra - see?’ She lifted her tee-shirt to expose her giant tits. They flopped out and wobbled about for a while before settling. He smiled, mesmerised by her breasts. Barbie looked down as his rock hard cock protruding from his jeans. She continued with her teasing, ‘looks like part of you really, really missed me! Give me a sec. while I say hello.’ Before Tom could react, Barbie was crouch in front of him, in the hallway sucking on his dick. He took in a deep breath as he experienced his first ever blowjob. He started down at the blond haired Goddess that was swallowing his cock. The warm wet sensation felt incredible, and Tom was soon feeling extremely light-headed. His heart was pounding hard against his shirt, and his whole body tingled every time her playful tongue flicked a different part of his dick. He swore under his breath as her head bobbed backwards and forwards at varying speeds. He grabbed the wall behind him to stop himself, as the sensation grew more and more pleasurable. She looked up at him with his cock deep inside her mouth. The sight of his beautiful wife with her baby blue eyes staring up at him, and seven inches of cock stuffed down her throat was just too much for his and he felt himself needing to release. Feeling a bit awkward about coming anywhere except inside her pussy he started to pull his cock away from her lips. Barbie was not ready to let him escape that quickly. She placed her hands on the back pockets of his jeans and forced his cock deep down her throat again. Tom rocked forward and steadied himself by grabbing hold of her head. She picked up the pace and started pounding on his dick with more and more force. Tom could hear the squelch of her saliva as she kept his dick well lubricated. He was lost in the moment and started to run his fingers through her hair while she kept busy pumping his cock. He knew he couldn't hold off any longer. Tom's first spurt of cum shot out with such force that it completely blocked the back of Barbie's throat, making her gag and pull her face away from his still loaded cock. Tom had complete lost control and sent a second shot of hot cum at Barbie's face. It splashed on her forehead and started making its way down towards her eyes. She coughed just as a third burst made its way into her open mouth, causing a cloudy bubble of cum to briefly appear around Barbie's lips. She smiled as the bubble burst, and a fourth spurt covered her lovely white teeth. She spat cum off her teeth onto the doormat. Her blond hair was the recipient of his final burst. 'Christ! I've never seen so much cum in my life, Tom! What did they feed you in that spaceship!' Tom's head was still swirling as he realised his biggest fantasy had finally become a reality. Barbie wiped some of the cum off her eyebrows, and said, 'you must have really missed me.' She stood up catching the dripping cum in her hands so that it wouldn't ruin the expensive carpet. 'I was going to make you something to eat, but maybe I should have a shower first?' Tom managed a grunt, as he felt a shuddering aftershock of pleasure. As Barbie made her way carefully up the stairs to the bathroom, she added, 'you could always join me?' Tom didn't need to be asked twice! ** Deana shook her head, 'don't go other there Tasha, you know what they'll do to you.' Tasha took hold of Deana's hand. 'I'll be fine. Lex said he would come with me. They won't touch me if I'm with a man. I just have to see for myself. I've got a lot to figure out, and I don't like the thought of being a prisoner in this apartment for the rest of my life. Anyway we both need new clothes. I mean we can’t keep borrowing Lex’s shirts and jeans, now can we? I’ll go past my place and bring us back some proper clothes.' Deana swallowed hard and turned to Lex. 'You mean you're going to leave me all alone in here? All by myself?' 'We won't be away long. I promise, we'll be back before you miss us.' Lex winked at Deana and tapped her lightly on her head before making for the door. Tasha closed the door behind them, 'I'm worried about Deana. Do you think she's going to be ok?' Lex pressed against the door. 'This is a reinforced solid oak door. You couldn't force it with a battering ram.’ Deana sat in silence staring at the wall clock. After a few moments, she could feel her eyelids getting heavy, and she started blinking slowly. Suddenly there was a loud tap on the large south facing apartment window. Deana approached the window apprehensively. There was another tap as she got closer and then she realised that it was just the window cleaners on their pulley driven hoist. The tapping was the scraping noise of the hoist as it touched the window. She turned to walk back into another room when she heard a voice at the window. ‘Excuse me. Hey, can you hear me?’ Deana turned to face the window. A young blond man was waving at her. She nodded in his direction, and he pointed at his bucket. She figured out that he was asking her for some water. Deana, reluctantly nodded and opened the window lock. He climbed in and smiled. He couldn’t have been older than seventeen. He was thin and quite short. He didn’t look threatening in any way, and his squeaky voice made him sound even younger, ‘where’s the kitchen, Miss?’ Deana led the way without saying a word. As he was waiting for the bucket to fill, he turned and smiled again. ‘Nice place, Miss. Lived here long?’ Deana shook her head. The boy nodded, and feeling a bit embarrassed by her cold shoulder, turned to watch his bucket fill. Deana sensing his awkwardness and feeling a bit embarrassed at her attitude towards the teenager, conjured up a smile and offered the young man some coffee. ‘I don’t drink coffee,’ he said, not looking directly at her. ‘Can I get you anything else then, maybe a Pepsi?’ replied Deana trying to be hospitable. ‘Well,’ the boy was still looking at his bucket; ‘I wouldn’t mind a blowjob.’ Deana turned bright red. ‘I think you’d better leave!’ she demanded, pointing in the direction of the window. ‘I don’t think you heard me correctly, Miss,’ said the teenager as he asked her again, ‘I just want a blowjob.’ Deana wasn’t in any mood to argue with the rude young man, ‘I heard you fine, now take your bucket and please fuck off!’ ‘Lady, no one talks to me like that,’ he said with widening eyes. ‘Well there’s a first time for everything isn’t there? Now leave,’ continued Deana in a clear voice. The boy stood sulking, and an impatient Deana approached him to take hold of his arm. She started leading him out of the kitchen and made it to the living room before he managed to break free from her tight grip. She tried to grab his arm again, but he swerved as she got near. He giggled excitedly at the game. Deana tried to grab him again, but he was just too fast for her. As he swerved again he managed a quick grope of her tit. He laughed out loud and said, ‘Fuck I had no idea they were that big. You shouldn’t wear such baggy shirts.’ Deana made a fist and swung at the impertinent youth. She made contact with his jaw and sent him tumbling to the floor. He spat out blood from his burst lip and slowly got to his feet. He raised his hand as if in submission and then suddenly smacked Deana on the side of the head. As she raised her hands to protect her head, he punched her in the stomach. This time it was a winded Deana that met the floor. The next thing she saw was a large boot coming towards her face. Then, everything went black. She had no idea how long she had been knocked out. What she did know was that she had a splitting headache, her writs seemed to be stuck together, and she had been moved onto a soft bed. ‘You’re awake then? Good. I want you to be conscious when I fuck you!’ whispered the window cleaner. Deana tried to move away from him, but he put all his weight on top of her, and placed his thigh between her legs. With his left hand he kept her bound wrists at arms length above her head, and he was using his right hand to undo the buttons on the borrowed shirt. The teenager gasped as he pulled back the shirt to reveal a huge plain white bra. ‘I’ve never seen a set this big before,’ he said excitedly. He began to press his thin fingers against the full bra. Deana started to struggle and almost caught his balls with her right knee. He avoided the contact and made a fist in front of her eyes. Taking a deep breath he warned, ‘try to resist me and I’ll hurt you bad. Do you understand? I could have you arrested for refusing me the way you did. If you behave we’ll have a little fun, then I’ll be on my way.’ ‘Don’t hit me again!’ sobbed Deana. ‘Don’t make me hit you,’ he said distracted by her huge breasts. He cupped her bra-covered tits, and then squashed them together. He massaged her two sacks, enjoying every moment. Deana closed her eyes and continued to whimper hoping her ordeal would end quickly. She cursed Lex and Tasha for having left her alone. ‘Turn around!’ ordered the teenager. Deana did as she was told. He took several attempts before finally managing to undo her super-strength bra. He ordered her to turn around again before staring to unzip her jeans. He released his hold on Deana so that he could take off his own clothes. That was the opportunity she had been waiting for. With his overalls around his ankles it was easy for Deana to push him off the bed, and make a dash for the front door. She ran naked through the hall and started turning the front door handle. It was locked tight. She frantically looked around for a key but found nothing. ‘Looking for this?’ asked the young naked man dangling a large key in front of her. In his other hand he carried a large kitchen knife. ‘Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now.’ He was furious. Deana had nowhere to run. She dropped to her knees in defeat and waited quietly for her punishment. The teenager walked over and stood naked in front of her. He told her to open her eyes so that she could see his thin, limp dick. ‘Take it in your mouth, bitch. Suck on it to make it nice and hard!’ he said hurriedly. She noticed the cold blade that he held menacingly. He tapped the kitchen knife on her shoulder and told her to open her mouth. She had never given a blowjob before, but knew what to do based on all the vivid, detailed reports her friends had given her during many teenage phone calls. She sucked his cock, whirling her tongue around his tip. Within seconds she could feel his cock growing larger in her mouth. She sucked harder and faster until he was so hard that she couldn’t move her tongue. His breathing had become louder, so she figured that she must be doing something right. 'Look at me!' he ordered. She stared up, feeling repulsed at his huge grin. Deana kept his cock firmly in her mouth, breathing through her nose. She wanted so badly to bite hard into his cock, but didn't fancy the repercussions. He let out a quiet moan and started moving his pelvis back and forth. She raised her hands, and started rubbing his cock between mouthfuls. She was trying everything to end her ordeal as quickly as possible. His pelvic thrusts were driving his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She closed her eyes, concentrating, trying not to gag on his small uncomfortable dick. 'Grab my ass and suck harder!' he gasped, with sweat glistening on his skinny frame. She touched his bum and felt his cheek muscles contract every time he drove into her mouth. 'You're too slow, bitch!' he shouted, grabbing the sides of her head. He forced her head forward until her nose was buried deep into his blond pubic hair. He pulled her out slightly and then started violently rocking her head back and forth at high speed. Her neck muscles were straining as she resisted, so she tried to relax and concentrated on sucking as hard as she could. Her throat was getting really sore and he didn't seem anywhere near ready to cum. Moments later he started to slow down. She was starting to worry about what else he wanted to do to her next. His hands left the side of her head and there was a popping noise as his dick finally vacated her saliva filled mouth. 'Lie down on the floor,' he instructed, out of breath. She obeyed feeling petrified at the thought of this little freak trying to enter her virgin pussy. He walked around her admiring his prey. She didn't take her eyes of his erect penis as circled her. He noticed her panicked breathing, and the way her fabulous chest wobbled with every exhale. He sat clumsily on her stomach, and leaned forward. He wrapped his dick in deep folds of breast and started massaging her breasts harshly. 'Now you,' he said quietly. She pushed her breasts together and held them locked around his dick. He thrust his dick repeatedly between her tits. ‘That’s perfect sweet-heart,’ he whispered slightly out of breath. His eyes focused greedily on her amazing breasts as he continued pounding. With his left hand he started flicked her right nipple. The nipple responded quickly to his touch, which pleased the young abuser. He leaned back a little and his wondering right hand stroked her stomach and made its way towards her pussy. He grabbed a handful of dark pubic hair and started tangling it between his thin pale fingers. Deana’s eyes widened. This was not how she had imagined her first time would have been. He giggled as he tugged at her pubic hair gaining pleasure from her discomfort. Then one outstretched finger started making its way towards her clit. She wanted to scream but knew that the more she struggled and complained the more harm the thug would cause. She changed tact, and her tone, ‘Oh yes, that feels great big boy! Play with my clit, yes, just like that. Keep rubbing there, don’t go any lower. No one has ever played with me like that before. It feels so good!’ The teenager’s face radiated with pride at the thought of being such an accomplished lover. His tit-fuck pace quickened as he continued playing with her large nipple with one hand, and kept rubbing the top of her clit with the other. She kept encouraging him to stay at the top of her pussy, secretly dreading the thought of his finger actually entering her now wet hole. ‘Your dick feels so good between my tits!’ she lied, faking pleasure, ‘I want you to come on my tits now!’ Deana figure better there, than in her mouth. The teenager’s face turned bright red as he swore and shot his load, spraying her breasts with milky cum. He quickly crawled up her body pinning her arms with his knees and ordered her to open her mouth. She closed her eyes and obeyed. He held his dick an inch away from her mouth and shot his seed down her throat. She gagged on his cum, but he held her head still by pressing on her forehead. His final shot landed in the middle of her tongue and then trickled down towards her throat. She tried not to swallow cum, but some of it had already made its way into her stomach. The rest was swirling around in her mouth. Completely drained, he collapsed on top of her. Suddenly there was a loud thud on the window. One of the other cleaners was peering in. ‘Oi, Jonno, get your ass out here now! Me and Tony can’t do the whole block by ourselves.’ The teenager shot up and started putting on his overalls. The older cleaner in the window focussed on him. ‘You little shit! Did I tell you that you could have a fuck-break?’ Parallel Universe Ch. 03 ‘Sorry sir!’ squealed the teenager, grabbing his bucket. He quickly turned towards Deana and leaned over. Grabbing hold of her breast, he gave it a gentle squeeze and said, ‘thanks Miss, I hope you enjoyed tasting my cum.’ Without thinking she spat the contents of her mouth directly at his face. He flung himself backwards tripping and hitting his head on the floor. He started to wipe his face quickly with his sleeve. ‘You’re gonna regret that you fucking bitch!’ He started crawling towards her. There was another louder thud on the window. ‘Jonno, Get out here now, or you’re fired!’ The teenager took a deep breath, and made his way towards the window. He pointed his finger towards Deana and warned her, ‘this isn’t finished, do you hear me?’ Jonno received a slap around the head from one of the older cleaners as he finally made it back onto the cleaners’ pulley. Deana cried for over an hour, not moving off the floor. She curled up, still naked, and just cried. She felt dirty and needed to wash the smell of his sex off her. Eventually she got up and made her way towards Lex’s bathroom. She stayed in the hot shower for almost half an hour, first scrubbing frantically then just standing motionless. She heard nothing. She felt nothing. She was completely numb. It wasn’t until the water had started to turn cold that she finally decided to come out of the shower cubicle. As she opened the shower door she faced her worst nightmare. Three men in grey overalls were standing staring at her naked body. One of them was Jonno, the other two were the other window cleaners. Jonno pointed at Deana and said, ‘Told you the bitch was hot! Just look at those tits.’ The fat balding cleaner touched himself and took a step forward. ‘She’s gorgeous,’ he said in rough smoker’s voice. Deana did her best to cover her large breasts with her dainty hands. ‘Don’t come any closer!’ she warned. Jonno laughed, ‘see, I told you. Now do you believe that she refused me sex? Can you believe it? She can’t be right in the head.’ The fat man took another step towards the wet naked Deana shaking his head, ‘Right in the head or not, your gonna get fucked, that’s for certain’ ** To be continued – if your feedback indicates that I should.