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Mission to a New World Ch. 01

By: JackBro



Chapter 1: The Mission

Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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"Come in Ms. Kitlras," Captain Rileymen offers. "Have a seat. We have much to discuss, and I think you will find it most interesting."

His office looks better furnished than my apartment. A couch sits along one wall, a desk in front of the other. Large paintings hang on the wall; all display scenes of ships and seas. An end table has one of those antique sailing ships in a bottle. It is strange to see such luxury so far out in space, but then Captain Rileymen had many years to collect it. He is a graying old man now, approaching retirement, but I think he must have once been a young ensign on the seas of earth in the infancy of planetary space travel.

"Debbie," I introduce myself, attempting to sound confident when we shake hands. "Please, call me Debbie. I'm a civilian scientist you know; not an officer."

"Then Debbie it is," The Captain agrees. "I know you're a scientist, but I must say that you don't look like a scientist."

I am not sure if I should take this as a compliment or an insult. I suppose he expected some preppy, stern old lady with her hair tied tight in a bow at the top of her head. Instead, I am a young woman, 34-years of age, short in stature, with brunette hair that comes half way down my back.

He motions to the two chairs sitting in front of his desk. They look like they are made from finely lacquered wood. So does his desk, although I figure both must only be plastic simulations. Even a person of Captain Rileymen's esteem could not gather the resources to get real wood this far into space.

"Now Debbie, do you know why you are here?" He asks me. I notice he properly waits for me to sit first. He is the perfect gentleman, nurtured in the romantic traditions.

"No one told me anything, but I think I know." I answer. "I suspect it has something to do with the lost satellite."

"Excellent deductive capability," He speaks a thought. "You are correct, but that is only the beginning."

He fumbles with something in his desk and then hands over an orange colored file. "This explains the mission, provided you care to accept it."

I take it with interest. Orange means Secret. Higher than Classified but lower than Top Secret, it sits in the middle of the echelon of classified information. My security clearance allows me to read Secret, but I seldom get the opportunity. On those rare occasions when I do, it is like candy to my eyes. I feel an urge to look inside.

"You'll have plenty of time to go through the file later," He speaks before I get the chance. "You can take it with you. For now, let me explain."

I let him, of course, and lay the folder on my lap unopened.

"As you already suspect, we lost a satellite," He dumps his big arms on his desk. "Two days ago we lost contact with Spy-3. No warning signs. No messages. It simply stopped transmitting."

He is right. I already know this. As a research scientist, it is my job to study the images radioed back from the three surveillance satellites orbiting the planet. The pictures from Spy-3 stopped in mid-frame two days ago, just like he said.

"What you don't know is that it dropped into the atmosphere," He continues. "The Engineers don't know why, but they theorize one of its maneuvering thrusters stuck in the open position. It lost orbital velocity, which caused it to lose altitude, and it fell into the atmosphere. We just located the spot where it crashed. You have the details in your hand."

I never could be patient. I undo the clasp of the envelope and pull out the lap-screen computer when he pauses. When I touch it, a keyboard appears on the display. I have been around classified information enough to know this is where I am supposed to enter my personal identification code and password.

"Most of the satellite burned up in the atmosphere," Captain Rileymen speaks uninterrupted as I page through the file. "But it looks like the most dangerous segment survived - at least partially. The nuclear reactor core landed largely intact but heavily damaged. The first set of pictures show it resting at the bottom of a crater, but later images show it moved. We do not know where it was moved to, but we assume it was to one of the surrounding Longton villages. Naturally, we are concerned about its plutonium fuel causing injury to anyone who might choose to investigate. We also have concern about its advanced technology creating a danger to the pre-industrial culture living on the surface. The Longtons are an inherently curious people, and we expect they will eventually want to investigate it."

The "Longtons" that he talks about are an alien civilization that inhabits the planet. I know a lot about them because it is my job to study them. It is the reason I live in deep space and the reason I analyze satellite imagery.

"I would say there's a near certain chance they will try to open the container," I tell Rileymen, assuming he wants my expert opinion on the subject. "They are an inherently curious culture, much like Humans of about 300 AD. However, even more dangerous, they are a religiously fragmented community. There's danger they might discover the satellite and treat it as sign of a deity; a God..."

Rileymen puts up his hand to stop me in mid-sentence. "That's not why I called you into my office."

I sit before him confused.

He explains. "Our mission is to research on a non-interference basis. That is why we use spy satellites. Some say this is wrong. It is an evasion of privacy, even dishonest, but it allows us to look down upon the planet without interfering with the natural order of things. The crash, however, presents a problem. It creates a potential for interference, and we need to take action against it."

I look at him confused. I agree with everything he says, but who am I to do anything about it?

"We plan to organize an expedition down to the planet's surface," I think Rileymen reads my mind. "The plan is to land at night in the central desert, away from any substantial Longton population. The expedition will then travel first by vehicle and later by foot into the Longton village closest to the crash site. You will pose as visiting travelers from a far off land. The mission is to interface with the Longton culture, discover as much as you can about the crash, and then take whatever steps are necessary to prevent any damage."

I notice he uses the word "you" - as in "me" or "myself." Me, Debbie Kitlras. At first I think he makes an inadvertent slip of the tongue, but from the way he looks at me I can tell he has not.

"You don't mean?" I look at him in disbelief. "Not me! I can't possibly go on such an expedition!"

"Why not?" He questions simply. "I'm told you are the most qualified expert in the lab. You selected the Longtons for your master's thesis. You've worked at the analysis lab for two years. They tell me you are better than anyone else at speaking their language."

"Well, yes but..." I start to say. What he says is true, but...

"I am even told," Rileymen interrupts. "That you criticized the past expeditions. You voiced objections to the director about your training of the Military teams. You said it would be more valuable if a civilian research scientist was included in any future expedition."

I feel embarrassed. "That's true, but I didn't mean myself," I explain. "I said it in a moment of desperation." Two previous expeditions traveled down to the planet's surface, but that was years ago. The teams consisted of Military professionals with months of preparation. "I am just a civilian scientist."

"This is your chance to put your money where your mouth is," He continues as though he does not hear me. "We need to remove the satellite, and we need to remove it as soon as possible. The longer it sits on the surface, the more danger it could potentially create. There is no time to gather a Military team together and do months of training. We need someone down on the planet's surface in a week; if not sooner."

A buzzer rings on his desk. It interrupts his speech.

"I said not to be disturbed!" He practically yells into the phone. I feel sorry for whoever might be on the other end, but then he nods and calms back down again.

"I need to go for a few minutes," Captain Rileymen apologizes. "I'm very sorry, but something's come up that demands my immediate attention. Why don't you stay here and read through the rest of the file. I think you will find it very interesting."

He rises before I can object. He leaves me alone in his office. I am left sitting in confusion and disbelief.

The news overloads me. The information is too much to process at one time. It is too shocking; too much out of the ordinary of my every day life. I am accustomed to obediently go to my job each day on the research station Crion, located on the dark side of the moon by the same name. At night I walk a few feet outside the lab to return to my quaint cabin to study and do my exercises. I have been on Crion for three months now, orbiting the Longton planet and secretly conducting my research. It is the same monotonous existence day after day after day, and now this.

It is not at all what I expected when I received the call to fly up to the Starship Cruiser Atlantis and meet with the Captain. I suspected he sought my advice on the lost satellite, but not to go down to the surface and pick it up myself. I need time to think.

I look through the rest of the secret folder and find it is worse than Rileymen lets on. One page shows an overhead picture of the crash site, no doubt taken from one of the two remaining satellites. I see a streak of burnt forest with a crater at one end. I think I even see a few Longtons looking down inside from the rim. Obviously, the plutonium remains safely intact inside the reactor. If it leaked out, the Longtons would already be dead. I can't help but think they soon will be. I know from my own studies that they will eventually crack open the reactor.

The next page shows the location of the crash site on a planetary map. It is near the central desert, which is good news. The Longtons do not dare venture into the central desert, so an expedition can easily make a landing close to the crash site. They will not have far to walk.

Another page is a written assessment of the situation. It speaks of the Longtons as a curious people who will almost certainly want to investigate the contents of the crater. If the reactor's plutonium core isn't open already, the assessment predicts it soon will be. I have to agree. Then it talks about the religious factions and mentions the same thing I told the Captain about the Longtons possible attempt to worship the satellite as a religious deity. I agree with everything it says. I could have written it myself, and maybe I even did write parts of it. Some of the sentences look as though they might have been pasted directly out of earlier reports.

The Longtons first came to my attention back at the University. According to the most popularly accepted theory, they descended from the same ancient seed as humans, planted by an unknown and very advanced civilization some 1 million years ago. This means they greatly resemble Homo sapiens in appearance. Their bodies enclose the same basic structure: The same double arms and legs, the same two eyes, two ears, and a single nose. Everything of importance looks the same, but only in general terms. As with any two humanoid species separated by a hundred light years distance and million years of evolution, subtle differences exist.

The two most noticeable differences exist in the facial area. The first is a flattened Longton nose that makes it look as though they have all just been punched squarely in the face. The second is hair just above the nose. It is a single eyebrow that goes straight across the forehead. Another difference derives from height. The Longtons live on a planet with 80% the gravity of Earth. This makes them grow taller. The average Longton male is about 20% taller than the average human male, although this only occurs with the males. For some reason, Longton females tend to be slightly shorter than human females. No one has yet been able to explain why.

More important differences are cultural, which is the reason for my research. My job is to study how a civilization totally foreign to Humans can live, communicate, interact, and do the thousand other things we take for granted every day. I often think my job is no different than the National Geographic researches who first went to study the ancient stone-age tribes of the jungles of Magascascar in the 19th century. My only advantage is technology. While they wore cameras around their necks, I rely on cameras that look down from orbiting satellites.

I also listen. Several years ago - back when I was still in graduate school - humans made two high-risk expeditions down to the planet's surface. A group of three young men received plastic surgery and several months of specialized training on the Longton culture and scientific research methods. All three were military men, specially selected because they were quick to learn and strong enough to defend themselves in case they got into trouble. They landed on the planet's surface, traveled to a distant Longton village, and posed as fellow Longton men traveling from a far-off land. Although unable to speak the Longton language, they made face-to-face contact and were able to communicate on a limited basis. The expedition taught us things we never could have learned solely from satellite imagery.

Lucky for me, the expedition also planted microphones. While on the surface, they buried miniature microphones under the soil to listen to the Longton conversations in the hope of deciphering the language. It is these microphones that got me my job, and most of them remain operating to this very day. I've always had a gift for languages, and the language of the Longtons is no different. Called Longtonese, I first assisted and then later became its foremost expert. I now translate the language for others.

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"Sorry about the interruption," Captain Rileymen walks back into the room. He walks in quickly, as though he is in a hurry. He appears out of breath.

"As I was saying, we need to send an emergency expedition down to the surface," He talks fast from behind his desk. "Your purpose will be to find the satellite's reactive core and dispose of it. This may be done by burial or by returning with the core. You are given leeway to decide for yourself once you reach the surface and study the landing site. We know the core is fundamentally safe because we witnessed Longtons in close proximity. They physically moved it with no ill effects. The reason we chose you for this mission is obvious. We have no time to train someone new, and you speak Longtonese fluently."

I accept this, but his conclusion is wrong. "Not fluently," I correct. "And I only translate it. I have never spoken it to a live Longton before."

"At least you speak it better than anyone else," He proposes.

I nod my head. We both know this to be true.

"In any case, it will be sufficient to conduct the mission. You will pose as Longtons from a distant land. You are on a quest for knowledge. This should give you sufficient cover to make up for any language deficiencies."

I nod again. It is the same cover used by the previous expeditions. I realize if the previous expeditions made it without speaking any Longtonese, I should have no problem.

"The choice on whether or not to accept the mission is yours." Captain Rileymen offers me with his hands. "I need not disguise the dangers involved. This is especially true for you. You, being a woman."

I suddenly remember. The thought rushes into my head like a bolt of lightening. I should have realized it the moment he first suggested I go down to the surface, but I guess I suffered from information overload. It is the one thing about the Longtons that disgusts me.

"As you know," The Captain tells me what I already know. "The Longton culture is still very primitive when it comes to relation between the sexes. As I am sure you are aware from your studies, men are in charge and the women are essentially the equivalent of servants."

I know this very well. In fact, I know it exceedingly well, and it is the one thing I vehemently dislike about the Longtons. Captain Rileymen's use of the word "servant" is actually too kind. "Slave" would be a lot more accurate. Although not physically abused - at least not as far as we can determine - Longton women are treated more like property than real people. It is the ultimate male chauvinistic society.

I try to push this aside. By inherent definition - as I have to continuously remind myself - alien cultures are supposed to be different. Most of the time it comes from the way they look or the way they act. For the Longtons, it happens to concern the relation between the sexes. A colleague once told me that a visitor might be equally disgusted with Humans of the 17th or 18th centuries if they witnessed the subjugation of African Negroes. I must continually remind myself of this as I study the Longtons, and now I remind myself again.

"I understand sir," I try to act like his explanation is no surprise. "I will have to play the part of a female servant."

The Captain nods. This seems to please him.

"Then you are also aware," He goes on. "You will need to blend in with the alien culture. This means, of course, you will have to dress like them."

I momentarily forgot about this as well, but now it comes rushing back to me.

"You look as though this greatly disturbs you," The Captain notices before I can recover.

"No, not really," I almost choke on my own words. "I mean it does, a little, I guess, but I know all about it. After all, I see them every day on the satellite images," I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess I've just become so accustomed to the way the Longtons dress that I forgot about it for a moment."

"I hope it does not disturb you," He emphasizes. "Because it can't! If you are going to blend in with their culture, you need to dress like them."

"Of course," I agree with fake confidence, remembering the clothing of the Longton women - or more specifically, the lack thereof. I realize this is even truer in the southern desert region where the satellite crashed.

The planet of Longton is hot. It experiences temperatures a lot warmer than Earth. It is so warm that plants and animals only exist at the poles. The entire equatorial region is one big, massive, desert; a thousand times bigger than the Sierra. As the sea covers two-thirds the surface of Earth, so a desert covers three-quarters of the planet Longton. The Longtons live north of this desert, north of 50 degrees latitude, in what would be roughly equivalent to Northern Canada or Siberia on Earth. But even here, the heat remains. The Longton climate at the Arctic Circle is roughly equivalent to the equator on Earth.

People who live in a warm climate naturally wear little clothing. It is true on Earth, and it is true on Longton. And it is especially true of the women, given their subservient cultural position. The women, in fact, walk around in the bare minimal of clothing. This is one of the reasons why I got the job to study them to begin with. The sparsely clad women keep distracting the men from doing their jobs.


Mission to a New World Ch. 01



"I do not mean to embarrass you," The Captain interrupts my agonizing thoughts. "There is no way for me to say this delicately, but this expedition may be especially difficult for you, given your..." He brings his hands to his own chest. "Let's say, your physical makeup."

I know what Rileymen means. He is referring to my size. That is, he hints at my big boobs. I am a short girl with ample breasts. Longton attire will leave little to the imagination.

"I understand Sir," I try to retain my composure against the unavoidable embarrassment.

"In fact, the very reason you are best suited for this mission is because of your physical makeup. As I'm sure you already know from your studies, men with the highest status are often served by the women with the largest..."

He does not need to continue. It is another oddity of the male dominated Longton society. Female breasts are used as a way to display status. The leader of a village nearly always has the mate with the largest boobs. The same is true for an unusually rich or successful man. My own double-D cups means my male companion would be a very important man, but that assumes I will have a male companion.

"Can I assume I will be with someone?"

"Of course," The Captain fills in the blanks. "A woman traveling alone on the Longton planet would instantly arise suspicion. It would be culturally incorrect, and it might also be dangerous. You will be the female traveling companion of Lt. Stockton."

"Brian?" I questioned. "Do you mean Lt. Brian Stockton?"

The Captain nods.

"But sir, he only just arrived a few weeks ago. He doesn't have any experience."

"But he is the most suitable," Rileymen does not appear to hear my objection. "He is an ex-Marine, specifically assigned to your analysis lab to learn as much about the Longtons as possible. It was our intent to eventually use him on another mission down to the planet's surface once we got approval from the politicians back on Earth. He will just be going down a lot earlier than planned."

"But sir," I try to object. "A lot of others know a lot more about the Longton culture than Brian... I mean Lt. Stockton."

"I see you are already on a first name basis," Rileymen notes. "That is good. It will make the training go easier."

"Training?"

"You need to give Lt. Stockton - or Brian - a crash course on the Longton culture. Forget about the structured course. He needs to learn as fast as possible. The doctors tell me it takes 5 days for the swelling from the plastic surgery to go down. You will have that long to work with him."

"But Brian?" I continue to object. "Beg your pardon sir, but there's others in the lab who are a lot more deserving."

"But the others are all female," He points out. "Out of a staff of 32 personnel, I believe there are 30 who are female. And we can't very well send two females down there together."

His numbers are correct. That is one disadvantage of a lab full of women.

"The mission is yours if you want it," He tells me. "As I already hinted, we don't have much time. We need an answer right away. A doctor is already standing by in the infirmary. He tells me the operation will take about two hours, and you are on his schedule for tomorrow morning."

I feel a momentary desire to jump at the chance. I picture myself leaping up and telling him that I am honored to accept the mission. It is the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to put my many years of study to the test. I often dreamed about going down to the surface and meeting a real live Longton. I feel stupid to resist.

Yet when the opportunity is thrust upon me, I hesitate. I feel only anxiety. I worry my knowledge is inadequate and my assumptions are all wrong. I can't help but imagine in my mind what it will feel like to walk around in the sparsely clad Longton clothing. I grow with trepidation.

"The mission is yours if you want it," Captain Rileymen offers me again. "Your acceptance will be a tremendous service to your country. It will even help to serve the Longton people, and you will probably save the lives of whatever Longtons eventually succeed in opening the reactor."

His words fall heavy on my mind.

"However, I will not disguise the fact some danger is involved," He argues against himself. "The mission is far from safe, and I am sure it will be very difficult. Many things could go wrong, including a radiation leak." 

I haven't considered this, and it frightens me. Even a small radiation leak could put me at a higher risk of cancer for the rest of my life.

"Do not accept right now," He cautions wisely. "I want you to check into the infirmary tonight so the doctors can conduct some tests. If all goes according to plan, you have until morning to make up your mind. You need to sleep on it and think it over very carefully. I obviously prefer you to accept, but you need to be certain for yourself. There will be no turning back."

I look up to see him standing. We are done. Rileymen is a busy man and has many other jobs to do.

"Thank you for the offer," I shake his hand. "It is a lot to consider."

I bid him goodbye and ask his secretary directions to the infirmary.

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I laugh at Captain Rileymen's instructions to sleep on it. If he expects me to sleep, he is greatly mistaken. I lay wide-awake in bed. I lay on a hospital bed in the infirmary, dreading the morning and feeling confused and very hungry.

The doctors refused me anything to eat after they completed the physical. "It might have a negative effect on the operation," they told me; something to do with the drugs they will have to give me to perform the plastic surgery...provided I am still willing to go through with the surgery.

I still am not sure. There is a lot to consider.

There is the fear of failure. 'What if I can't speak the language well enough?' I ask myself. I never conversed with a Longton before. 'What if I do something stupid or make a mistake?' And there is the further danger of walking into a village contaminated with plutonium. Radiation cannot be ignored. I might have to walk around the rest of my life in fear of an increased risk of cancer.

But on the opposite side, it is the opportunity of a lifetime. It will be a chance to fulfill my curiosity and pose all my questions. It will be my only opportunity to test my knowledge of the Longtonese language and interface with the subjects of my study. I know I will never get a chance to go down to the surface again. Any future expeditions - assuming the politicians back on Earth even allow any future expeditions - will almost certainly be by all- male teams. They will never let a woman go except for the most dreadful circumstance.

Yet the very fact I am a woman scares me. I will have to live in a society where the men are masters. I will be merely a slave, forced into subjugation of my male owner, forced to wear the clothing of the Longton women.

And then there is the clothing to consider. Longton clothing scares me, especially given my figure. I am not accustomed to wearing provocative clothing, yet on the surface of the planet I will be forced to wear little. The most clothing I will ever be able to wear is the equivalent of a small bikini.

Another problem is Brian. I couldn't voice my objection in front of Captain Rileymen because he would never understand, but I don't like Brian. The problem is that he's been trying to hit on me since the first day he got to Crion, probably because of my big boobs. I despise men who treat my boobs as a prize and my body like a piece of meat. I haven't known Brian for very long, yet I already get the impression he is a stereotypical young Marine who thinks he is God's gift to women. I have difficult time with him in the lab. On the surface, I know it will be much more challenging.

Still, Brian does have one redeeming feature. He has a tall, muscular build and handsome appearance; traits specifically selected so he would someday more easily fit in with the Longton men. This will make him look excellent, I know, when clothed in the attire worn by the Longton men, for their clothing is just as meager as the females. I like looking at men in loincloths.

To be continued...



Mission to a New World Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Surface

D-Day

Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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"Are you ready to go?" Brian asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I answer hesitantly, already having second thoughts about accepting the mission.

We stand on the planet's surface, almost 600 miles from the nearest Longton village, at the top of a sand dune with only the glow of the two moons and a thousand stars to light our way. We already receive our first taste of the Longton heat, for the temperature still hovers at around 40oC. I already feel perspiration on my brow and dread the thought of the sun beating down on us.

The sand shifts below my sandals and scratches between my toes. All I see around me is sand; dune after dune of shifting sand. The nearest tree, I know, is about a hundred miles away. It is like the Sahara Desert on Earth, but even the Sahara is nothing compared to this. We stand on the edge of the vast equatorial desert that is a thousand times bigger than the Sahara.

Next to us sits our mode of transportation. It looks something like a jeep or maybe a go-cart designed for desert travel. It is an open- air vehicle with no roof and only the bare minimum of a frame to hold it together. We tied out supplies securely down in the rear: food, clothing, radio, a little tent, and certainly plenty of water. The two seats positioned in front look too small to carry a grown human. The contraption, in summary, looks like a toy a young teenager might use to play around in a dirt field.

Behind us, down between the gullies of two large sand dunes, sits our spaceship. There sits the shuttle that bought us down to the surface. We purposely landed it in a low place to keep it safe and out of sight from the rare desert traveler. I do not plan to see it again for at least a week.

"We better get going," Brian appears anxious, standing next to the jeep. "Best if we go as many miles as we can before sunrise."

I agree, of course. We are allowed to travel in the jeep only at night.

Then he adds: "You realize, of course, from this point on we're not supposed to wear any Earth-based clothing."

I notice him look at me, and I distinctly notice him look mostly at my chest. Now I know why he is anxious. It isn't to travel; he is anxious to see what will pop out behind my loose fitting blouse. All men like a big set of tits.

I do not feel nearly as anxious as he does. "Don't worry," I comfort him. "I'll take it off when we leave the vehicle."

Brian shakes his head. "You know the rules. Captain Rileymen's instructions were clear. From this point on."

He already wears his Longton clothing. It reminds me of those little Indian outfits worn in old Western movies. A flap comes down in front and another in the rear. His thighs remain nearly bare with a thin string that goes around his waist. I have to admit he looks sexy in it.

I know the rules. I'm supposed to change into my Longton clothing too, but can't bring myself to do it. "Can't we fudge a little?" I try to back out. "I mean, what's the harm?"

"Listen," He speaks in a rare moment of sympathy. "I know it'll will be embarrassing, but it doesn't make any difference. Now or later, the result will be the same. You might as well get it over with. We can't have you walking around all bashful and embarrassed when we meet the first Longtons."

This is true. I even thought it a good idea when he first proposed we get accustomed to the Longton clothing as soon as possible, but now I feel some serious objections.

"All right!" I take a deep breath and accept the inevitable. 

I turn away to unbutton my blouse. Underneath, I wear the most conservative of the three outfits commonly worn by the Longton women. The "outfit" is what I nickname the string bikini back at the lab. True to its name, it is constructed mostly out of string. One goes around my neck and the other ties behind my back. The only fabric covering my extra large pair of boobs is two white, triangular-shaped cups. Looking down upon myself, I see they do a bare-minimum job of covering. In keeping with the Longton style, it looks as though I wear a bikini sized for a B cup girl on a set of double-D cupped boobs.

I toss the blouse aside and lower my shorts. A sigh comes from the jeep to remind me of my ass. The rear of the bikini panty is little more than a thong that runs up my behind. The front is a small triangle of white fabric that thankfully covers everything of importance, but just barely.

I have never worn such a small bikini before. In fact, I have never worn a bikini at all. My large breasts and wholesome Northern Minnesota upbringing bestowed me with conservative values. I was always taught that naughty girls wore bikinis and good girls wore one-piece bathing suits.

Reluctantly, I take a deep breath and turn around.

"Wow!" Brian amplifies my embarrassment.

"Please!" I instinctively cry out, and than quickly try to cover my chest with my hands. "Can't you be a little more discrete about it?"

"Sorry, but it was just a natural reaction!" He tries to apologize.

It is dark and I know he can't see me very well, but his reaction and the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. This will be a very long trip.

"It's just that you look so much different," I think he tries to apologize. "I mean you usually dress so professionally, but now..." 

His words trail off, but I know what he means.

"Let's just get going," I try to push things along.

The vehicle feels as small as it looks. I am forced to press up tight against him when I sit down in the little seat. The bare skin of my thigh squeezes up against the bare skin of his.

"You ready?" He asks.

I notice the lights on the simple dashboard. They do not shine bright, but in combination with the headlights they give him additional light to see me by.

"Let's go," I accept.

"You might want to hold on for safety," He tells me, his eyes referring down to my hands. Both of them still cover my chest. "It might get bumpy. I don't want you to fall out and get injured."

"I'm just fine," I refuse. "Let's get going."

The little jeep takes off. It goes surprisingly fast considering its small size. I suppose the weaker gravity helps move it along. We go up one drift of sand and then down the next. Ahead lay more dunes, and then even more. We drive on and on with the rear wheels kicking up sand and the jeep bumping from the occasional rock.

"Be careful," I warn him as we are forced to attack a particularly steep dune at an angle.

"I told you to hang on," He argues and does not appear to slow. "At least use one of your hands to hold on."

I know he is right. I hate it when he is right all the time. The last week's worth of training taught me that he is often right. I found Brian to be smart and a quick learner, well chosen for the mission. I only had to tell him once, and he remembered everything I said. I found him especially good at learning the Longton language. I still know it far better than he does, I think he learned more in the last 5 days than I learned in my first 5 months.

Knowing I might as well get it over with, I lower both arms and hold on. My right takes hold of the railing and the left squeezes between us and takes hold of the seat. Immediately, I feel Brian's eyes upon me. I know he has been looking at me all week long. Back in the lab his eyes seemed to roam down to my blouse at every chance they got. It felt embarrassing before, but now...

Now, I don't know what to feel. I continue to feel embarrassed, but I also notice a tingle of excitement in the air. I have this erotic sensation that I sit next to him topless, which isn't too far from the truth. I feel as though I am a voyeur strutting my stuff.

I suppose it is inevitable that he look. I am so close, right next to him, and I am so big and so exposed. My left boob almost touches his right arm. I feel a brief temptation to chastise him, but I know it will be to no avail. I take a deep breath, knowing I must bear it.

I try to let my mind wonder, but it is difficult in this bleak landscape. Up one dune and down the next, the headlights of our little jeep illuminate nothing but sand before us. It seems to lack power, but keeps up its ever-constant push. The motor moans as we travel up a dune, and then whines as we coast back down the opposite side. At the same time we slow going up the hills, and then accelerate as we travel back down again. Moan and whine. Slow and accelerate. The same motion over and over again. It is no wonder the Longtons live only in the Northern Hemisphere. They have yet to discover the equal landmass in the south. Even a technologically advanced civilization would have trouble crossing this desert. It would be impossible for a Longton man traveling on foot or even with a beast of burden.

We travel for a few miles more before I notice it. It happens when I look over to the instruments to check our heading. I am afraid Brian might be paying more attention to my bust than the proper heading, but the dial continues to read straight North. This makes me momentarily think he stopped glancing over to my sparsely clad chest, but then I notice it. The dim lights of the dashboard illuminates it. I do not know if he sees it too, but I notice a clear and very distinct bulge pushing up his loincloth.

It shocks me at first. I think I might be seeing things, but then I casually allow my eyes to lower, and I see it again. The front flap of his Indian-like loincloth lifts up and pushes away from his body. It is clearly noticeable. I think I can even see the outline of a pole beneath it.

I take a hard swallow. It shocks me at first. I do not know what to say or what to do, but then figure it is best not to say or do anything. Brian does not appear to notice it himself, although I know he must feel it. He is clearly very aroused and very hard. He is at a full erection. Even better, he does nothing to cover himself. His hands remain on the steering wheel. He continues to drive the jeep, as he must. I am left free to admire him for as long as I want.

And I do admire it! As we continue driving, my head remains pointed straight ahead but my eyes look right at it. It feels good to have the tables turned. It feels exhilarating, even a little thrilling, knowing what my big boobs and my tiny bikini are doing to him. It even makes me feel a little aroused - I have to admit. I think of the male meat only a short distance away.

I like cocks, but not just any ordinary cock. The pictures of naked men in the centerfolds of Playgirl never thrilled me very much. I will never forget, however, the first time I saw a picture of an erection. It was in my freshman year of High School. I had just transferred from a pale parochial grade school when one of my newly made girlfriends showed it to me on a library computer. I thought it the most amazing thing I had ever seen. It looked so big! And it looked so long! The thing looked like a monster, like it was about to attack me. From then on, I always got aroused when I saw an erect cock.

Then I think about why he is aroused. Obviously, he must be having nasty thoughts about me. He fantasizes about me. As he drives, his eyes must roam over to my boobs. This makes me wonder what is going through his mind. 'Is he squeezing my boobs in his mind?' I ask to myself. 'Is he reaching over and lowering my top? Is he playing with my tits or perhaps imagining himself teasing my nipples?' To my surprise, this both scares and delights me. In a strange sort of way, I find myself wishing I was topless and wanting him to massage me. Despite Brian's ego and his subservient attitude towards women, I have to admit he is a very handsome man.

Even better, Brian looks to be of impressive size. I can tell by the bulge he makes. It looks to be substantial, although it is difficult to tell in the weak lights of the dashboard. I more properly need to see him in the headlights. Or even better, I need to take a look at him underneath. It would not be difficult to do. My hand is already so close, grasping hold of the seat between us. All I need to do is reach over and lift the little flap.

I chastise myself. I think about what I am doing and can't believe my own thoughts. I scolded him earlier for looking at my chest, and now I repeat the same sin with his cock. I am no better than he is, observing the opposite sex not as an equal but as a sex object.

I try to move on to something else and erase the thought out of my mind, but the task proves more difficult than I anticipate. Brian further complicates matters by keeping his bulge. I don't know when it started, but I know it has been several minutes since I first noticed it. He has remained hard and erect now for the past ten minutes, which makes me wonder how far along his fantasy has progressed. 'Am I naked yet?' I question to myself. 'Is he now fantasizing what it will feel like to reach over and lower my panty? Is he now imagining himself playing with my sex too?'

The thought makes me squirm in my seat. Brian looks over, but I simply ignore him. No words have been exchanged between us since we left, but I don't mind. I don't feel like talking.

As I wonder about his fantasy, I begin to experience my own. It is my standard fantasy, the one I get whenever I see a particularly handsome gentleman sitting on the opposite side of the dinner table or down at the end of the bar. It starts with the guy standing at the foot of my bed where I order him to strip. In my fantasy, naturally, he obeys. He removes one article of clothing and then another, until he stands before me in only a tiny bikini panty or perhaps one of those fishnet briefs. In either case, I order him to remove this last piece of clothing too, and soon he stands nude - absolutely nude. I picture Brian standing at the foot of my bed, totally naked without a single stitch of clothing anywhere on his entire body.

The covers of the bed are drawn, but now I pull them back to display a sexy little nightie that does a superb job at showing off my sizable assets. This naturally makes the man aroused, and I now picture Brian developing an erection. I watch from the bed as it grows from a tiny dick into the monster I know must be hidden underneath his loincloth. I picture Brian with a big, long, perhaps an 8-inch organ standing upright and at attention. I see him standing at the foot of my bed, motionless and obedient, allowing me to look as much as I want, waiting for my next command.

Then I fantasize myself ordering him to turn around with a single hand. I say nothing. I just use my fingers to have him turn so I can first have a look at his cock from the side and then take a good look at his ass in the rear. I admire his naked body all over, and then I motion him to come closer. He does so, and in my fantasy the big man is soon standing at the side of my bed with his big cock within my reach.

The fantasy continues when I take advantage of the opportunity and begin to play with his cock like it is my toy. I imagine what it will feel like to touch Brian's hard organ and feel up his entire length...

* * * * * 

"You getting tired?"

A question interrupts my fantasy. I realize I am looking down, starring straight down at his waist. I realize I have my head bowed, which Brian must have assumed to mean I was tired.

"No, I'm okay," I first answer and then decide to play along. "Well, not too tired. Just taking a rest for a moment."

"We're almost at our first stop," He tells me. "The map shows it should be just up ahead."

I look to see a dark outline against the stars above. I know it is the outline of trees from an oasis. It is not hard to find an oasis at this high northerly latitude. Springs bubble up out of the ground every few dozen miles. Around them blossom a forest of trees and bushes.

The headlights of the jeep illuminate green vegetation as we travel over the summit of the next sand dune.

"You better slow down," I warn, seeing we are going downhill at full speed. "I think this is it."

Just as I say it, the ride suddenly turns rough. We drive into a pile of rocks. The wheels of the jeep are unable to stay on the ground. It is like hitting a stretch of potholed asphalt.

"Slow down!" I say again, this time more forcefully as I feel my body lift completely out of the seat and then come crashing back down.

"I'm trying!" Brian counters. "Damn brakes!"

We slow, but not before hitting several more rocks and then the protruding roots of a tree. Another large jolt hits the jeep. My body again leaves the seat. It is large enough to fear my boobs might have left their protective covering. I look down to check, and then look over to see Brian check too. I see he has taken advantage of the situation and looks at my bouncing chest.

"The road!" I remind him. "Keep your eyes on the road."

I can't believe he is looking at my bouncing boobs instead of the road in front of us. I realize what he has just witnessed and start to feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, but that was the first time I had to use the breaks," He tells me as the jeep eventually comes to a near stop and then weaves between the trees. We drive closer to the source of the oasis: A small pond of water formed by a seeping spring from below. Before the jeep has a chance to come to a stop, I jump out and head for the water.

It feels good on my face when I kneel down and splash myself. The water is surprisingly cold. It is nearly freezing cold, in direct contrast to the hot temperature of everything else on this sizzling planet. I cup another handful of water and splash it onto my face.

"How is it?" Brian asks from somewhere close behind me.

"Great!" I keep splashing myself. "Cold! Feels like it must be coming up from a deep spring."

"You know you can jump in if you want," I hear him step past me. "There's nothing in these waters that can hurt you."

It sounds great, but the idea of walking into a strange body of water in the dead of night scares me. Luckily, Brian comes to my rescue. Instead of stopping at the shoreline, he walks right in. He walks into the water as though it is no more than a friendly fishing pond back on Earth.

I already wear the equivalent of a swimsuit, so it is an easy matter to take a swim. I follow, but the water is too cold; surprisingly cold. It is cold enough to prevent me from jumping in all at once. I find myself having to step in slow and leisurely allow my body to get accustomed to the drastic change in temperature. Brian already stands in the middle, deepest part of the little pond. I can't help but feel disappointed at what I know the cold water will do to his swollen member.

The water is pure, and my body feels dirty all over. It feels like a thin layer of grime from the open-air vehicle covers me from head to foot.

The pond is not very deep. Even in the center, the water only comes up to my waist. I am forced to go down to my knees in order to cover myself up to the neck. I must then bow my head down lower to wash my sand-encrusted hair. The pond is also small, only about the size of a large swimming pool, but this is normal for such southerly latitudes. Later, as we travel further north, the ponds will grow into lakes. Oasis will grow into forests.




Mission to a New World Ch. 02



"We better get going again," Brian suggests after what seems like only a minute, although I know we have been in the water for much longer. "We have a schedule to keep you know."

I know well enough, but I do not want to leave. The water feels refreshing. It is like a relaxing evening bath after a long day at work, but I also know we have a long way to go yet. It is only about midnight. We are supposed to drive another 5 hours before stopping for daylight.

I follow Brian and step out of the water into the sizzling night air. We step into the lights of the jeep where I can see him clearly. His bare thighs look terrific. His whole body makes me hot.

As I look at him, a mischievous idea comes to mind. It is a naughty, sneaky, mischievous little idea; but I can't help but consider it when I think about his deflated member. I get the nasty idea of changing into the next iteration of Longton clothing. I think about the next, more provocative article of Longton clothing. The reason I want to change into it is equally naughty.

"I think I should," I say before I realize I have said it. "I suppose I might as well get accustomed to my new wardrobe, exactly as you said before."

This seems to take Brian by surprise. He steps back, almost as if in shock. It is as though he perhaps guesses at my real intent, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

"I'll just step over here behind a few trees to change," I tell him as I untie my pack from the back of the jeep.

I see him take a deep breath and then swallow before answering: "Whatever you're comfortable with."

The second piece of Longton clothing contains more fabric, but it is more erotic and exposes more than the bikini. I call it the vertical swimsuit because it is composed mostly of two vertical strips of cloth that rise from the panty and go across my chest. A snap at the back of my neck connects them. Technically, it is a one-piece suite, but in reality it more closely resembles an erotic nightgown.

The two vertical strips of cloth both give the suit its name and make it so erotic. Because nothing goes around my chest in the horizontal direction, nothing is left to support my boobs. My tits are left free and natural. They swell out and make their slight plunge down from my chest just as though I wear no top at all, and the strips of cloth are narrow enough to allow someone to examine me in great detail.

I know this new article of Longton clothing will make me look especially sexy when someone looks at me from the side, as I know Brian will have the opportunity to do in the jeep. It fills me with ecstasy, although it also fills me with trepidation. I look down upon myself to see my entire line of cleavage exposed down the center of my chest. If I had a mirror, I would even be able to see my own undercleavage. I grow with trepidation at the sight Brian will encounter. My only solace is Brian's assured reaction.

"Ready to go," I step out from behind the trees. Brian already sits in the jeep. He looks only briefly as I join him. I notice the feel of metal against my buns and back when I sit down, reminding me that my entire back lays exposed and a thong again rides up my rear. 

"Figured I might as well get it over with," I confess to Brian as we again drive off in the jeep.

It does not take long. Although I do not see him look, I can tell that he does so by his reaction. This time I do not hold up my hands to cover myself. I allow him to look as much as he wants, and soon I notice his reaction. A bulge again rises from his shorts.

It looks as big and substantial as before. I can't help but think what I would like to do with it. I imagine myself reaching over and casually lifting the little flap of fabric to give myself a better look. I am tempted to look, but of course I do not. I am not that kind of girl. I must remain content with my imagination.

I attempt to remove his cock from my mind, but Brian again makes it difficult. His bulge remains. I try not to look, but every few minutes the temptation overcomes me. I move my eyes without moving my head. I take a glance over and see it continue. It continues for a long time, and it is difficult not to notice.

Up one sand dune and down the next. We continue on. The journey becomes monotonous, but my mind remains occupied. I can't get him out of my head.

The fantasy returns. I again imagine him standing at the foot of my bed while I order him to first disrobe and then to harden. In my mind, he stands within arm's length, and I am taking advantage of his closeness. My arm is outstretched and my hand his encompassed around him. I imagine myself holding his toy cock in my hand.

I start with small, short, deliberate strokes on the base of his member. I make him aroused, and then I use my hand to increase his arousal. Soon, I see the resulting evidence of my actions as drops of pre-cumm slowly ooze out of the tip of his cock. In response, I increase the speed of my pistoning motion yet further to witness his reaction even more. One of the best things I like about a man is the feel of his thick cock in my hand. By the look of the bulge under Brian's shorts, I am sure his will feel very fine.

Much later, after I judge him sufficiently lubricated and most likely dripping, I imagine myself stroking up and down on his entire length. I imagine holding my hand out to his member. I fantasize pumping it up and down. I think about pistoning on the entire length of organ.

The fantasy turns more vivid as I imagine myself reaching for it now, reaching out my hand to the driver's seat. I imagine what it would be like to reach out right now and give him a slow, deliberate, and ever-constant stroking action.

I shake my head in an attempt to erase the fantasy out of my mind. This is not like me. 'Here I am sitting next to a man with a firm cock between his legs, and all I can think about is what a pleasure it would be to have sex with him.' But not just any ordinary sexy, but kinky sex. 'If Brian only knew the thoughts in my mind!' The thought makes me blush with embarrassment.

But then I realize he must be having equally vivid fantasies. 'He must be!' There is no way he can remain hard without it. The realization makes me wonder what he is thinking. 'Is he fantasizing about my boobs?' I ask myself. 'Or maybe he is picturing me topless and trying to figure out what my hard nipples must look like.' A hot wave of ecstasy travels through my body as I consider it. I find myself wanting to show him. I know he wants to see. He's had his eyes locked on my chest all week. I caught him several times during our lessons with his eyes firmly locked on my chest. I even caught him trying to look down my top when I bent over on the one day. His actions disgusted me then, but for some strange reason I find them exciting me now.

I shake my head again to get the thoughts out of my mind. It is not like me to have such fantasies about a man while I sit so close to him. My dreams usually come at night or in the early morning hours. They usually happen only after men are far away and I have time to think about it. But this is different. There is little else to think about.

"There's another oasis not far ahead," His voice interrupts my thoughts. "If you want, we can stop for dinner. It's getting to be about that time."

The clock on the dashboard reads 2:00 AM, Longton time. In reality, it is closer to 7:00 PM Earth time. We purposely landed with our bodies still on daylight hours to avoid falling asleep while driving through the Longton night. I failed to notice my hunger before, but the mention of dinner quickly reminds me that it is past my normal dinner hour.

"That sounds like a good idea," I agree. "I do feel awfully hungry."

A naughty idea fills my head. Brian looks at me first with a look of shock on his face, and then he smiles. I am not sure, but I think he has read my mind. I think he understands the hidden meaning behind my words. I really do feel awfully hungry, like I said, but not just for food. I also feel hunger for his cock.

"I need a rest stop anyway," He quickly recovers. "I know it's still a couple hours before I should be feeling tired enough to go to bed, but all this driving can be really tiring on the body."

I can't help but think about how tiring it must be for all the blood to constantly flow down to his hard erection too.

"I can take over, if you want," I offer. "I mean after dinner, if you don't mind. I would like to take a turn behind the wheel of this thing too. It looks like fun."

"Are you sure you can?" He questions. "It's not as easy as it looks."

"Don't you think a woman can handle it?" I guess his thoughts. "I bet I've had a lot more experience driving this sort of vehicle than you. I used to drive around in little three-wheelers all the time as a kid. And besides, with the way you drove into the last oasis, it wouldn't take much to better you."

He shrugs his shoulders and refuses to respond. I know Brian does not like to be bettered by a woman, which only encourages me to tease him further. I notice the bulge in his shorts has diminished too. I must remember not to tease him too often.

* * * * *

We stop to eat dinner a few minutes later at the next oasis. The jeep is parked right up next to the life-giving water. The headlights remain on, and Brian hangs a lantern by the rollover bar. This gives him lots of light to see me by, but I really don't care anymore - especially after what I just experienced.

I have just walked back out of the water. Before we ate, both of us decided it better if we first washed ourselves off and cooled ourselves down. I walked into the water almost as soon as he brought the jeep to a stop.

Pleasant to my delight, I discovered the pond at this oasis was both larger and deeper than the first. The water came up to my neck in the middle of the lake, which gave me the idea of unsnapping the rear hook and lowering my top. After all, there was no way he could see anything under the water. I did it to feel more comfortable and to better wash myself. I never expected what else it did.

"Not as cold as the first spring," I attempted to make idle conversation as Brian walked in after me. Being taller, the rose only came up to the middle of his chest, giving me an excellent view of his chest and bulging biceps. I couldn't help but think about what he would have seen had I been just as tall.

"Water feel good," Brian attempted to switch languages and speak to me in a type of broken Longtonese.

"Me think so too," I agreed in more proper Longtonese, although I must admit that even I do not speak it very well. "Try lower all under," I suggested.

He was close enough for me to see a look of intense concentration on his face. For a moment I thought he was looking at my boobs, but then I realized he was only trying to translate my phrase.

"I said you should try to lower yourself all the way under the water," I repeated the same in English. "Dunk your head under. It feels good."

He did so, and then I did the same, but careful not to bounce up too high.

We continued our little conversation, talking about little bits and pieces of information without really talking about anything at all. The main purpose of our talk was to practice the Longtonese language, not to communicate any worthwhile information. I remain amazed at how well Brian speaks it after only 5 days of lessons.

As we talked, an unexpected sense of eroticism came over me. It occasionally dissipated, but then I kept remembering again my near nudity under the water. We stood only a few feet apart. I occasionally thought he might be able to see my naked boobs through some weird reflection of light off the water, but then I always came back to my senses. He in fact saw nothing at all. I think that is why he conversed more openly with me. He was less intimidated when I was better covered.

His bulge made it worse. I no longer saw it because it was under water. In fact, I hadn't seen it for a long time. I observed it dissipate while still driving in the jeep. By the time we got to the oasis, I noticed it no more. Our brief conversation in the jeep must have erased whatever dirty little fantasy he carried in his mind.

But I couldn't help but think about how long it remained hard. He remained at a hard-on for nearly the entire drive. He was hard almost the entire time since our last stop, and that was almost two hours ago. 'Impressive,' I kept thinking to myself, and then considered what a waste it was for his hard cock to remain unused for so long.

This gave me a thought. It was a naughty, very erotic thought. I wanted to slap myself for considering it. But I couldn't help it! As we continued practicing simple Longton phrases in the water, I raised my hands up to my chest.

"What eat for tonight?" I questioned what we were planning to have for dinner as I felt over my own nipples.

"Bread...lettuce...carrots," He hesitantly attempted to list the menu in Longtonese as I pinched my nipples. It tingled and even hurt a little, but it also gave me a sense of erotic voyeurism. 'If he only knew what was going on just under the surface,' I couldn't help but think to myself.

"Anything for dessert," I asked as I next moved my hands down and supported my boobs from below.

"Cookies."

But what kind?"

"Oatmeal to simulate the grains on this planet," He said in English as I heaved the heavy mass of my tits up into the air.

'I bet he would really like to see these,' I naughtily thought to myself as I carefully sunk lower to keep my tits under the waterline. They never in my life felt so heavy.

"Now in Longtonese!"

He has forgotten the names of the three most common cereals cultivated by the Longtons, so I tell him.

We talked for several minutes more, and the whole time I continued to play with my tits under the water. I squeezed them, pushed them together to give myself cleavage, rubbed across my nipples, and then squeezed them once more. I did this as I continued on a normal conversation with a man who stood only a few feet in front of me. It was a wonderful experience.

Briefly, I wondered if Brian was doing the same. I pictured him taking hold of himself, feeling himself, massaging up and down his own length as we continued our pleasant little conversation. But then I shook my head. It was a ridiculous thought. His hands remained mostly floating on the surface where I could see them. And with the water being so cold, I doubt if he could have done anything at all. As the cold hardens my nipples, I realized it also shriveled his cock. Still, it was interesting to consider.

"Think lunch be now," He told me in Longtonese that it was time we got something to eat. "Keep schedule must."

He was right. I came back to reality. We had a job to do and needed to stay on schedule.

I followed him out of the water, discretely putting my top back on as we left the relative protection of the dark water and entered the light of the jeep again. We walked back to the jeep and now eat a light dinner.

* * * * * 

As I sit on the back bumper of the jeep with a cookie in one hand and a cup of water in the other, I find myself wanting to give him another hard-on. My vertical suit is no longer enough to do so, even in the substantial light of the lantern. I see he has become accustomed to my sizeable tits. It is then when I think about the toga.

I shiver at the thought. The toga is the third and most revealing of my Longton outfits. It is far more revealing than the bikini or the vertical swimsuit.

It is called a toga for obvious reasons. It looks suspiciously like to the toga worn by the ancient Greeks and at uncounted numbers of college fraternity parties. One part wraps around the woman's waist. The other swings up and over her right shoulder. The only problem is that there isn't enough clothing to cover everything of importance. Specifically, the piece that goes over the woman's shoulder is too small. It is only wide enough to cover a single breast. My other boob will be left completely exposed.

"I'm thinking about changing cloths again," I tell Brian. "Into the toga."

He almost falls off the back bumper. I smile, almost giggle; pleased at his reaction.

"I'm thinking I might has well get accustomed to it," I try not to show my elation. "I don't want to, but I figure the sooner the better."

It takes several minutes for him to gather himself enough to answer. "It's up to you," He finally says. 

"I think I will," I conclude, seeing the bulge again start to form beneath his shorts. It forms amazingly fast, and it does so long before he even has a chance to see me. The mere suggestion gets him hard.

"Yes, I think I will," I conclude for certain now. I finish eating the oatmeal cookie for dessert and then reach into my backpack and pull out the toga.

"Don't look!" I warn him as I walk away, and then think about how ridiculous my statement sounds after considering the clothing I am about to put on - or lack there-of.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I say to myself as soon as I am far enough away to know he cannot hear. I was afraid to wear a bikini a few hours before. Now I am about to leave a breast uncovered. 'And it is such a substantial breast,' I think to myself as I look down upon it. My tits have never felt so big before. The toga covers my left boob far better than the bikini or vertical swimsuit, but I do not wear a single stitch of clothing on the other.

* * * * *

"You still want to drive?" He asks from the passenger seat as I approach.

I see he has packed up everything. Even the lantern is turned off and packed away. It has taken me several minutes to change clothing, but not so much just to change. Most of it was spent gathering enough confidence to join him.

"Sure," I accept.

I know he has seen me. I notice him take a quick glance up from the passenger's seat to look at my bare boob. But very politely and probably with great control, he does not draw attention to it.

I sit down next to him, right up close to him, our hips touching. Much to my trepidation, I realize it is my closest boob that remains bare to him. I wish the strap of the toga covered the opposite side of my chest.

"I want you to know," He speaks shyly, looking away. "I really admire you, I mean at what you are doing. I know how difficult this must be for you, and I think it's really great the way you are willing to put yourself through all of this in order to help these people you never met."

"Thanks," I appreciate the compliment. It is a very nice thing to say.

I notice him take another glance at my bare tit. This time, I see him look. He even pauses for a long moment when he looks, as though he is trying to freeze the image on his mind.

"Thanks for not being a jerk about it," I return the compliment. "If it was with anyone else, I don't think I could do this."

"I'm not doing anything special," He counters. "You're the one who has the hard job."

"True," I have to agree.

He glances at me again. This time he does not look down at my tit. He smiles at my face. And then I smile back at him.

"Why don't you look?" I offer. "If you want, just go ahead and take a look. You're going to eventually see me anyway."

I'm not sure what I am doing, but I feel as though I have to do it. Someone has to break the ice.

Brian accepts, but only for a second. The expression on his face makes him look even more embarrassed than I am.

"Really, it's all right," I prompt him. "I'm sure you've been to strip joints and seen it all, especially with you being a Marine and all. I've heard stories about you guys."

"What kind of stories?" He accepts and turns to face me again. This time it is more than just a glance. He looks hard, almost stares right at my bare boob. He looks directly at my naked, exposed, and what feels like a very large boob; and he keeps on looking. I ignore his question.




Mission to a New World Ch. 02



I wonder what he is thinking. 'Is he imagining what my boob feels like?' I wonder. 'Is he pretending to squeeze it? Or is he just trying to freeze the image in his mind?' I wish I had the ability to read his mind.

"Like it?" I try to break his stare after what seems like ten minutes but what is probably closer to only one or two. I start to feel uncomfortable.

"Better than any strip joint I've been to!" He tells me with a big smile. "It's hard to believe you're the same person from back at the lab. You look magnificent!"

"Thanks, I guess," I meekly accept this rather embarrassing compliment. "Would you like to see a little more?"

"More?" He looks at me strangely.

"Yea, more!" I'm not sure what I am doing, but I do it anyway. I do it on a whim, without thinking. I take hold of the strap of cloth going over my opposite shoulder. "I mean, what the hell? You can already see half!"

"Wow!" He exclaims the moment the strap comes down. I sit next to him topless.

His reaction surprises me, but it is not unexpected.

"What I mean is, you really look beautiful," Brian tries to take a step back. "Sorry about that, but I didn't mean to come across quite so strong." He looks away.

"I understand," I console. "You were just being honest I suppose."

I know what he really meant, of course. What he really meant to say was that I have a big set of jugs. He probably wants to say something about how unusually firm or what strangely big nipples I have too. He doesn't have to say it; I can see it in his eyes.

"You going to drive like that?" He breaks the silence.

"What the hell!" I remember that I sit in the driver's seat. "I suppose we might as well get going again."

"Might as well," He agrees.

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Every bump of the jeep jiggles my tits as we speed our way across the desert. The cool night tingles my nipples as it blows in my face.

What am I doing? I yell at myself. Am I crazy?

I've never done anything like this before. I usually get embarrassed at just a low cut blouse, and here I am topless. It feels so dirty, so wrong; but at the same time it feels so right.

The jeep distracts me when we first set out. I haven't driven a motor vehicle in over 3 years. The gas pedal does not feel like I remember it. The sand and tall dunes constantly fight my attempts to keep us headed on a straight path. Brian gives me a few pointers. I momentarily forget about my exposure.

But it soon returns. Driving becomes second nature. My naked chest overwhelms me.

"I think it's cooled down," I say because I have to say something.

"But still hot," Brian glances in my direction.

I think about his crotch but fight the temptation. My own boobs are enough for now. 'One thing at a time!'

"I can't wait until morning," I start again. "Sitting back up in the lab, I used to often try to imagine how hot it really got down here. I'm finally going to find out."

"You might not want to know," He answers after a pause. "The heat will kill you if you get caught in the open."

I know he looks at me. I notice his glances. He takes quick, fleeting glances every few seconds. He tries to be discrete about it, but he fails miserably.

"What if we break down?" I ask.

"Unlikely," He answers. "This jeep was double and triple checked before we left. Even if we do break down, we have enough provisions and survival gear until they send a rescue party."

I know all of this already. The military briefed us before we left. The only reason I ask is to make conversation.

We continue to converse; first about the jeep and then about our upcoming encounter with the Longtons. I want to talk more, but I find it difficult with Brian. He acts shy and even bashful, which I find curious. I couldn't keep him quiet the last couple of days. He always wanted to talk about things other than work, and then he would suggest continuing the conversation over dinner or back in his room. But now I see a complete turnaround, and I know what it is. It comes from my big boobs. My nudity makes him shy.

"Sorry if I blabber," I decide to be honest. "It's just that I feel really uncomfortable, and I'm one of those people who talks when she gets uncomfortable."

"Me too," He admits to my astonishment. "This feels weird."

He glances down, and I make the mistake of glancing down with him. I see his bulge again.

"Oh my!" I mistakenly say out loud.

I think I know why he doesn't want to talk. It must be difficult for a guy to casually talk to a girl with a raging hard-on. I wonder if it comes from his imagination, like maybe he is imagining himself fucking my brains out. 'Is it only my tits?' I can't help but question. 'Or has he progressed yet to my pussy?' I wonder about his fantasy and then can't help but have my own.

Taking another glance, I wonder how thick it is. Then I wonder how long it must be. My left hand holds the steering wheel. My right hand rests upon my right leg. It would be an easy matter to reach over and take a look.

To my astonishment, I let my hand move to the right, closer to him. I don't try to do it. It just happens. My hand slides over and I allow my fingers to touch his thigh ever-so-slightly. His bare skin sends a thrill through my entire body.

He fails to respond. I wonder if he has even felt my touch. I figure the only thing Brian can feel is his own raging hard-on.

But then he surprises me. He moves his leg closer. He presses his leg against my own, opening both legs in both direction. My pulse doubles and a hot wave of sexual energy travels through me. It is as though he offers himself to me.

I don't know what to do! I am not sure what he wants! 'Is this an invitation?' I question. 'Or was the movement of his leg just a normal, casual movement?' It certainly doesn't look normal or casual. He spreads his legs so far apart the loincloth drops down between them and his right knee sticks out the side of the jeep. He resembles a male whore who offers himself to play. I find it difficult to pay attention to the jeep.

I wish Brian would just tell me what he wants. Better yet, I wish he would demonstrate it. I would love him to reach over and grab my tits. I would enjoy it even more if he decided to take his fingers and start to tease my nipples. 

My fingers remain pinched between our legs several seconds more. I pull my hand up to brush my long hair out of my face, and when I rest it back down again I find myself touching his leg. I can't believe what I have just done. My fingers rest only a few inches below his balls and the erect cock above them.

I feel strange. I feel erotic. I think I could even be wet. I am not accustomed to being in this position; behind the driver's seat, in control. I often fantasized about taking control of a sexual encounter - the daydream about the bedroom encounter comes to mind - but in real life I behave like a tremendous pacifist. I don't know what to do.

His bulge remains. I think it is even bigger now. The loincloth, when it drops between his legs, serves to amplify its size. I am shocked to find myself trying to figure out his length. 'A minimum of 7,' I think to myself. '7 inches, minimum length, maybe even a fraction of an inch longer!' I find it hard to make an honest estimate in my heightened state of arousal.

I can't stand it any more.

"Do you mind?" I decide to question him. I take a glance down at his waist as I say it, indicating my intent. His eyes follow, and then he smiles.

"Do you mind if I take a look?" I decide to be more blunt.

My foot lifts off the accelerator. I slow the jeep down to a crawl.

"It's up to you," He serves the choice back to me.

My decision is obvious. I look at my own fingers, hardly believing they are mine, as they take hold of the flap of his shorts and begin to peal it back. Brian says nothing. He fails to answer my question with words, but his inaction tells me all I need to know. "Very nice," I tease him before I can see anything. The darkness makes it difficult to see. I know how men like to be complimented on their merchandise. All men are impressed by their own cocks. Given Brian's personality, I figure he thinks his is the greatest of all.

I think I see an outline, and then I think I see even more. Yes, I definitely see it now. I have enough uncovered to see the general outline of his erect member. I raise the flap of fabric above his waist and take a look.

"Yes, very nice," I make sure to continue complimenting.

It fails to fulfill my wild fantasies, but it is not small either. It is difficult to tell for certain, but Brian looks to be at least a little longer than average. His length does not attract me so much as his bulk. Brian has a wide girth.

Looking closer, I also notice he is uncircumcised, a little fact that I relish. I've always felt it a sin to circumcise a male prick. Men should be left as long as possible to give as much pleasure as possible.

Looking closer still, I think I might even be able to see wetness. I see pre-cumm at the tip. 'Of course he has pre-cumm!' I realize. 'He's been hard for almost the last two hours!'

I notice the jeep slow to a complete stop. It is I who bring it to a stop, although I'm not quite aware of doing so. In a wild feat of ecstasy, I decide to take advantage of the situation.

"Get out," I tell him sharply.

"What!" He looks back to me in surprise.

"Get out and take it off," I clarify. "Take it all off. I think if I have to wear this toga, then you have to take it off. Put your shorts in back. As long as I have to bare a breast, I want you to show me all of you."

He hesitates and stares back at me with a shocked look on his face. For a moment, I think I have gone too far. I don't know what he will do, but then he rises.

I watch as he gets up, unties the thin string that goes around his waist, and then removes his shorts completely. He places them in the back of the jeep and then gets back in. Now naked, he sits down beside me.

"Is this better?" He asks.

"Much," I answer simply.

We start off again. This is a dream come true. A naked man sits beside me. Better yet, he is a naked man with a hard erection poking up at attention. "That's better," I tell him again. "That's much better."

As he glances over at my exposed right tit, I glance down at his engorged erection. I no longer need to imagine it. I know exactly his size and what it looks like.

My fantasy continues. In my mind, Brian again stands beside me at my bed. I find myself stripping and stroking him again, except this time I add an element that I have never considered before. As I stroke him, I tell him not to cumm. I order him to remain hard and allow me to stroke him for as long as I want. I say I do not want him to cumm and to get soft, for I want to continue to play with his member.

In my fantasy, predictably, he obeys me and remains hard. I see by the expression on his face that he desperately wants to eject, but I keep telling him that he cannot. "Not yet," I fantasize myself ordering him. "Not yet! Not until I finish playing."

I stroke on him some more, and then I stroke on him even more. In my fantasy, Brian is like my ultimate sex slave. His organ is mine. I own his erection. Only I can give him permission and tell him when it is time to spurt, but I refuse to do so. I keep pumping on his organ and watching his anguish. It is as though I sexually torture him.

Of course, I know my fantasy can never come true. It must remain just a fantasy. Men cannot master their cocks no more than a woman can master an orgasm. If I should start pumping on Brian right now, I think he will cumm almost immediately. He has already remained hard for so long. In fact, it is impressive how long he has kept up his erection. I do not know for sure, but I think he must have already been hard for a combined total of nearly three hours this night. Deep inside, he must be ready to burst.

Yet he does nothing about it. He does not touch himself. He does not touch me. Despite the incredible desire that must be burning inside him, his hands remain firmly planted on the handrails of the jeep.

I want him to do something. My tit swells out from my chest from only a few inches away. My nipple clearly shoots forward from the very tip. And from between my legs, although I know he cannot see, my pussy radiates heat and wetness. I want him to fuck me.

I shake my head and come back to reality. This is too much. I must stop my fantasies, but they are difficult to stop as long as Brian remains sitting beside me. I see his stiff prick; his hard, wet, and very erect prick. The lights from the dashboard do not provide much illumination for his prick, but it is enough to see the head sparkle. I can tell he pre-cums.

Brian repositions his arms to take hold of the rollover bar above his head. He lifts his hands above his head, allowing me an even more open view of his stiff prick and his naked body. It is as though he is putting himself on display for me. I feel like I am at a strip club where the men not only strip down to nothing but also entertain the female audience by making themselves hard.

Then I consider yet another erotic aspect of his nudity. It hits me from out of the blue, although I know what triggers it. The way Brian holds his head above his head makes it appear as though he is bound. A hot wave of excitement comes over me as I think about tying him myself.

The fantasy turns to a direction never traveled before. Usually, I end my fantasies with a long fuck and an eventual orgasm. This usually happens as I stroke in and out of myself with a dildo.

But now I consider a more erotic suggestion. I wonder what it would be like to change positions. Instead of fucking me, I wonder what it would be like to fuck a man. I imagine myself encircling a rope around Brian's wrists and tying him up to some convenient tree.

Suddenly, the big cock before me no longer belongs to him. He no longer owns it. I feel as though it is mine. Although it still projects out from his body, I have the weird and incredibly erotic sensation that he only holds it in storage for me. I think Brian's cock is really mine. I purchased it. Just as the men in this Longton society own their women, so I own my man. Or more specifically, I own Brian's cock. And as its owner, I can do with it as I please.

This is a new high for me. I've never considered these things before. More than just being a passive recipient, I wonder what it would be like if the male agreed to be my sex toy; my slave. Or more precisely, I wonder what it would be like if Brian agreed to be my sex slave.

I have to stop. Shaking my head, I come back to reality.

To be continued... 



Mission to a New World Ch. 03



Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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I catch him doing it while lying next to me. It occurs at the edge of the desert, in a small tent at the last oasis before we reach the forest.

We arrived at the oasis three hours earlier with me behind the wheel. Thoughts of his big cock slowly diminished. A woman, after all, can only think about cock for so long. My thoughts returned back to the business of driving.

Brian's interest in my size diminished too. I saw it for myself - first hand. A few minutes after his cock left my mind, I looked over to see him soft. The sight disappointed me, although I don't think he ever softened completely.

We arrived at 3:00 AM at the last oasis. The plan was to hide the jeep, set up camp, and get a few hours sleep before trekking the last 2 miles across the desert to the protection of the forest. We arrived earlier than originally planned. The supposed "experts" were wrong in their estimate of the jeep's travel time across the desert. The sun rose late at this high latitude and was not due for another 4 hours.

The first order of business was to unpack the jeep. We were each provided with a backpack to carry the essential supplies: food, water, clothing, emergency survival equipment, and a small tent. Our only conveniences - if they could even be called conveniences - were cooking utensils and some precious stones to be used for currency. I suppose we were no different than a traveler of a thousand years before except for a miniature radio and Geiger counter cleverly hidden away within the fabric of our backpacks. We used the radio to make a quick check with the Crion to inform them we were still alive.

We next drove the jeep a few feet out into the desert. We drove it away from the oasis to hide it between two sand dunes. Then we covered it with a sand-colored mesh and shoveled sand around the edges to make sure it stayed covered in the blowing wind. The shoveling took a lot of work and did a good job at preparing us for bed. The two of us staggered back to the oasis exhausted by the time the job was done. We jumped into the cold water to wash up, put up the tent, and squeezed in. Naturally, we brought only one tent along. For reasons of security and since we were supposed to be traveling as a couple, we logically carried only a single tent. Separate tents would create suspicions if seen by the occasional desert traveler.

I normally wear only a T-shirt and panty to bed, and this night proved no different. The only problem was that I carried no T- shirt, so I went to bed topless.

Brian lay close next to me. I figured he wanted sex - and I have to admit that I was really tempted too - but it just wasn't practical.

"We better go right to sleep," I told him as he crawled in naked beside me. "It will be a long, hot walk across the desert, and we only have two hours before daybreak."

He agreed, although seemingly reluctantly.

I don't know if Brian slept, but I know I did. I passed out right away. The excitement of the previous five-hour drive across the desert made me exhausted.

* * * * *

I awake droopily to the sound of water and to the hint of daylight seeping through the tent walls. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am, but then I open my right eye to see Brian lying next to me.

I see him with his head propped up and a smile on his face. He seems to be looking at something at the other end of the tent and making motions with his hand. It takes me a while to figure it out in my half-wakened condition, although now I know for certain. I have caught him in the act. He masturbates himself.

I lie on my stomach and listen. The thing he is looking at, I know, is my ass. My panty is nothing more than a thong in the rear that leaves my ass mostly-bare. I know what fuels his ecstasy.

I close my eyes again, unsure what to do. 'Should I pretend I'm sleeping?' I ask myself. 'Or should I wake up and confront him?' 

I decide to do nothing - at least for now. His masturbating actually turns me on a little. I picture it in my mind, his hand running up and down the length of his erection. I hear he must be very wet. I wonder what his shiny, cream-covered cock looks like in the daylight. 

I find it a wonderful experience to wake up to, a naked man lying beside me with his hand around his wet cock. His stroking makes me more and more aroused. I think I even start to get wet, and I feel even hotter than I realize the sight of my half-naked ass drives him. I wonder what effect my bare tits will have, and then have an idea.

I sit up quickly to take a look. It is too fast for him to respond. Before he realizes I am awake, I see him make two more full- length strokes up and then back down the length of his hard erection.

"Having fun?" I question.

He quickly tries to recover. He stops stroking and turns to the side.

"No!" I tell him. "I want to watch."

This shocks him. "Debbie!" He cries out in surprise.

It looks as though the sun must be just starting to peek above the horizon, for a faint light enters the tent. It is enough for me to clearly see the head of his organ poke through the top of his hand even when he turns to the side. I also see his hand is covered with moisture.

"You heard me," I tell him. "I've been listening to what you were doing, now let me watch!" I can't help but think back to my fantasy, the fantasy where a hardened organ stands at the side of my bed and its owner begins masturbating it at my command.

He doesn't say anything. Brian just lies there on his side and looks at me. I catch him taking a glance down at my bare tits. I can tell he likes them.

Then he slowly turns back over and lies on his back again. I see his full erection now, and I see it much clearer than the night before. It looks wet enough for the weak light to sparkle off its surface. I see he has pre-cummed quite considerably, and it makes me excited knowing it is all due to the sight of my ass.

Slowly, his hand goes back down. It moves towards his engorged erection and then surrounds it. He grabs himself again.

"That's nice," I tell him.

He starts. His hand starts out slow, slowly running up the length of his member and then sliding back down again. The tip of his cock points at me. I see it visibly pre-cumm, and then I see his hand spread it all around on the next stroke.

"That's nice," I tell him again. 

I have never watched a man masturbate himself before. I've done it myself a few times but never watched a man go a solo. The sight makes me feel surprisingly erotic, but I want to see more.

"Perhaps this may help," I tell him as I get up on my knees. The tent is small and not very high. I cannot stand up, even on my knees. I kneel with one leg on each side of his feet. I am forced to bend over, letting my tits sag down in front of me.

"Oh jes..." Brian starts to say, letting me know that he likes me better in this position. It is like catching a man looking down the front of my blouse, except I have no blouse to get in the way. I know this amplifies the size of my tits. He starts to stroke faster.

I like him better in this position too. I am now closer to his cock than any time before. There is also a lot more to like. From above, I see his entire length. It is easy to see the prominent veins bulging out of his engorged staff.

"That's the way," I tell him. "Just a little more. Let me see."

He looks close, very close. His mouth hangs open, and I notice his eyes are looking directly at my sagging tits. I sway my chest back and forth for an instant to show them move.

I only have to do it once and Brian cums immediately. He first lets out a low moan and looks away from my body. His waist rises and his hand stops its stroking action. A moment later he erupts.

He erupts with a vengeance. It is a powerful orgasm. I see why he couldn't sleep and decided to jerk himself off instead. No doubt, he has been holding out for a long time. I can see that his balls were quite loaded.

The first squirt goes a good distance and lands on his chest. The second drops on his belly. Then he has three more, and still his dick continues to shake and pulsate with energy. It looks as though he is experiencing an unusually powerful orgasm, which momentarily wants me to have one of my own.

"That's nice," I tell him a third time. "That was very nice. You put on a good show."

He slowly calms back down again.

So do I, and then I think about what I have just done. I can't believe it! I have just witnessed a coworker jack himself off. Even worse, I enjoyed it.

I come back to my senses and crawl out of the tent. I still can't believe it! I momentarily walk around in a daze, and then I run into the spring that serves as the source of the oasis. The water feels soothing. It momentarily makes me think that perhaps the experience was only a dream.

Brian soon joins me. I pop my head up out of the water and see him walk towards me in the nude. He is flaccid, and I see an incredibly sexy line of spunk run down the middle of his chest. It reminds me of what I have just witnessed.

As he walks in, I walk out. I do not want to be near him. I do not know why, but I just know that I need time to think and sort things out.

"Thanks," He quietly says as we pass near. It is the only thing either one of us says.

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We leave a few minutes later for the last leg of our journey. As soon as Brian silently packs the tent and I get a few berries out of our backpack to eat, we set out. Our job is to trek by foot across the last 2 miles of sand to reach a jagged outcropping of the Northern Forest. This is also the most dangerous part of our journey, but essential. Anyone caught out in the open desert can easily die from heat and thirst, yet we must also hide the jeep far from civilization. Our only option is to walk the last, short segment.

I do fine the first half of the journey. The backpack feels heavy, but I do all right. I wish the load could be lightened by the use of modern plastics and fabrics, but that might "contaminate" the world we are about to enter.

"I need to stop," I eventually must admit to Brian. My legs ache. I pant with exertion. Despite the bikini around my body, I feel hot and sweaty under the bright morning sun.

"Not yet," He warns. "We need to keep going. It will only get worse if we take a break."

I realize it is the first thing I have said to him since watching him eject. It feels weird, talking to a guy who I just watched jerk himself off, but I try to put it out of my mind.

"I really need to stop," I tell him again a few minutes later. I feel myself stumble. Up the next sand dune, my feet slip and it feels as though I am moving in place.

"All right, but only for a minute," He sits down at the top.

I sit down along side him and quickly take a deep drink of water from the canteen in my backpack. It is almost gone.

"We're behind schedule," He warns. "It's only going to get hotter."

"I know! I know!" I pant. "But I have to rest. I'm not as strong or resilient as you."

"You've spent too much time sitting in that lab of yours."

"You're right," I have to admit.

We rest for only a few seconds - or at least it seems like only a few seconds. Brian soon rises, and I reluctantly join him.

I think he walks faster after the brief rest. I can hardly keep up, especially when we walk up the face of the next dune and then the one following. It isn't bad going down, but the uphill journey makes my legs ache. Brian soon pulls out in front of me. I have to admit that he is in excellent physical shape, being a marine and all.

"Not so fast," I yell to him, but he does not seem to hear. He pulls further ahead without looking back.

I see trees in the distance. I think they pull him, and then they begin to pull me. The trees look too numerous to be just another oasis. Clearly, we approach the edge of the Northern Forest.

My shoulders ache from the combination of the backpack and my bikini top. I cannot do anything about the backpack, but I realize I can do something about the bikini. I take the straps off and allow my big boobs to protrude free. The bikini does not offer much cover anyway, and I no longer worry about Brian seeing me; especially after what I saw of him.

Brian soon pulls a full sand dune ahead of me. I only see his tracks from the bottom. We go over three more peaks before I think he must notice my topless state, for he stops and waits for me to catch up. 

"I need another rest," I tell him. "Just for a minute."

"But we only have another hundred feet to go!"

"I don't care," I object. "I need to rest anyway."

I take the last drink of water from my canteen.

"Here, have some of mine," He offers his own canteen as he stands next to me. "We should find a river about a mile into those trees," He points. "Have as much as you want."

I can't believe how thirsty I am. And I can't believe how exhausted I feel. The combination of the hot temperature, high humidity, and little sleep make me feel like I am about to die. I begin to wonder if I might be coming down with something, like maybe a strange virus from this alien planet. I am so exhausted I almost forget about my topless condition.

"Come on," Brian soon wants to continue. "We need to get a move on."

"Not already," I complain.

"Give me your pack," He takes me by the arm and pulls off my backpack. "I'll carry both, but only to the edge of the forest."

The absence of the backpack helps a lot. I no longer stumble. My feet do not seem to sink as far into the sand. It feels as though I almost float over the top of the dunes now. I even think about putting my top back on, but then decide Brian deserves the reward for carrying my pack.

"We need to get into the forest," Brian starts to jog with one pack over his shoulder and another in his hand.

I easily catch up, walking faster and then jogging like he does. I do not see it at first, but then notice him look over to me. I realize he looks at my tits, admiring them as they bounce and sway with my steps. I again consider putting the top back on - or at least slowing down to stop my tits from bouncing around so much - but I no longer care. Brian is getting an eyeful, I know, but the knowledge of what he witnesses provides me with a surge of energy. For some unexplained, strangely voyeuristic reason, I continue to jog right beside him.

"Race you to the first tree," He challenges as he pulls out ahead.

I strain to catch up. My tits fly all around. I can't believe he is in such good shape. Even with the penalty of two packs, I can hardly keep up to him.

We advance quickly. The last few feet take only a few seconds to cover. The sand turns to gravel. It becomes easier to move. The trees rapidly grow before us.

"Hold on!" I nearly double over with exhaustion within the shadow of the first tree I find. Brian already touches it. He has won the race. I bend over in defeat, putting my hands on my knees, gasping for breath in the heavy alien atmosphere.

Immediately, I feel Brian again. I feel him look at me from the front, and then I realize what he sees. I am bent over with my big boobs sagging down out of my chest. It is like the tent all over again. 'What a tremendous sight Brian has before him!' I can't help but think to myself.

I sit down in the shade of one of the trees. On the one hand it feels embarrassing. On the other I feel a strange twinge of excitement. It is as though I want to feel embarrassed at having shown myself in such a position, but there is also a sense of excitement about being in such a provocative pose.

"Time to take your own pack," He hands it over to me.

I hear him pant too. Both of us are exhausted. Running the last few feet may have been a mistake.

I take the pack and notice he wears another bulge. It has been less than two hours. He has excellent resurgence.

"Let me see you do it again," I giggle as I look down upon it. I mean it as a joke, but he takes it seriously.

To be continued...

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Mission to a New World Ch. 04



Chapter 4: First Contact

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Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

* * * *

First contact is sooner than expected, but surprisingly uneventful.

After a long jack-off session and a short lunch, we set out again. His cock does not erupt nearly as much as the first time, but it takes him a lot longer. He must stroke himself over and over and over again, making himself wetter and wetter in the process. I wait for him to cumm, but I do not mind the wait. In fact, I enjoy the waiting, and I enjoy the watching. I like the sight of his hand running up and down the long length of his hard cock. Even when I model my topless body in front of him, first bending over and then heaving up my tits with my own hand, he must pump on his member for a long time before it finally squirts. It is something I must remember for later. I must remember that repetitive masturbation sessions will make him to last a long time inside me.

It is early morning when we finally get going, I guess about 8:00 AM - I think. I didn't know the time for certain because I do not wear a watch - or little else for that matter. I put my top back on and again carry my own backpack. I purposely wear the bikini because it is the most conservative article of clothing I have, but when I look down I see it is not conservative at all.

The ground no longer slithers away from beneath my feet. Sand remains in the occasional island where nothing grows, resembling a small oasis in reverse, but we leave it mostly behind. Brian wisely keeps on harder soil nearer the trees, and this provides us with life-giving shade at the same time. The walk quickly turns pleasant and we make good progress. The trees grow short and sparse this close to the desert, standing far apart with little underbrush to impede our progress. It feels as though the temperature has dropped by 10 degrees.

Brian acts less intimidated after his sexual performance this time. We start talking almost right away, ignoring his masturbation session, and going over the last minute details before the inevitable contact. I think my witness of his eruption might even have served to calm him - and perhaps me as well.

As we talk, we practice a form of a dress rehearsal, spending the time quizzing each other over little facts of our common cover story. Each of us has a head full of useless facts - or more appropriately, lies - about our home tribe and the names of the various villages and tribes we passed through our journeys. It will probably be unnecessary, but we want to be sure we don't raise any suspicions. We want to have a common story in case we may be questioned separately.

Despite our sexual escapades, the apprehension gradually accumulates once again. 'Here I am on an alien planet,' I think to myself, 'about to make contact with an alien life form.' In a few hours I will be speaking Longtonese and trying to convince a alien intelligence I am one of them. Concerns about my big boobs and lack of clothing gradually diminish. I have more important things to worry about.

"If we don't know it by now, we never will," Brian concludes after about an hour of near-continuous talking and quizzing. "I think we should just relax."

"You're probably right," I take a deep breath and agree. "All this memorization is just making me more nervous."

"You'll do fine," He comforts. "Just remember the Longtonese are a peaceful race. They aren't going to hurt us if we make a little mistake."

I look to see a change all around us. It is a subtle change, one I fail to notice but quickly feel. It is as though the forest tries to trap us. The trees grow closer. The undergrowth grows thicker. I soon find myself following Brian, unable to stand at his side.

A minute later I hear the sound of flowing water. We reach a stream, a sizable stream that flows parallel to the desert. Brian barrages his way through a thicket of grass that rises above our heads and almost leaves us lost in a sea of green. We exit the opposite end to suddenly find ourselves standing at the edge of a riverbed.

I find myself shocked at the sight of so much water all at once, especially after a full day in the desert. It looks far bigger than the water of any oasis, about a hundred feet across and extending for a long distance in either direction. I realize this is what fuels the greenery all around us. This is what keeps the desert at bay. I feel thankful and relieved at its sight, but it also fills me with anxiety. I know the sight of water indicates we are near the Longton village.

The river blocks our way and we must cross, but I do not mind the crossing. Although wide, it is not deep. The water only comes up to our waists in the center. On the opposite bank it rises not much higher than our ankles. We walk along parallel to its length rather than to challenge the grass standing like a sentry on the bank. We walk along until we find a path.

The path looks used and well-worn, probably used by the Longtons to fill canteens or perhaps gather water for a nearby settlement. It clearly indicates use by many Longtons, which only serves to fill me with even more anxiety. I grow nervous at the thought of walking along the same path as so many Longtons placed their feet before me.

"All we need to do is follow it," Brian points. "And we will almost certainly find ourselves in a Longton village."

The insight fills me with apprehension.

"How soon do you think it will be before we meet one of them?" I point to it. "Think we're close?"

"Shouldn't be. Not yet," Brian answers. "The village should still be a good two miles away."

"That means another hour," I think out loud.

"But just in case," Brian suggests. "From now on I think we should try to talk only in Longtonese. You know, just in case one of them might be walking this path to gather water."

"I agree." I think it a good idea, so I answer him in the Longtonese language.

Brian doesn't seem to understand for a moment, but then nods his head. I must remember he does not know the language nearly as well as I do.

"Try no worry," Brian attempts to speak Longtonese himself. "Imagine we home instead. Walk in home forest."

I almost have to laugh at his broken attempt to speak, but I understand him well enough to take his advice. I look around and have little trouble imagining I am home, on Earth, or at least what I remember of Earth after so many years. Subtle differences exist, like the thicker leaves of the Longton trees and lack of any flowering plants, but it still looks quite lovely. I turn away from the logic of science and take a look around me. 'This could be made into a good vacation planet if not for the Longtons,' I think to myself. It looks peaceful and makes me feel almost relaxed - until I think again of the Longtons who we will soon meet. A strong sensation of anxiety bubbles up from deep within me.

Along with the view, I also get to experience the increased wrath of the Longton climate. It is near noon. The temperature continues to climb, and the sun continues to rise. So does the humidity. Even though we walk in heavy shade and wear practically no clothing, it feels the equivalent to a hot August day. It even feels like a thunderstorm might be brewing, although my knowledge of the Longton climate teaches me otherwise. It virtually never rains at this latitude. The Longtons who populate this part of the forest live via the water that flows down from further north. It flows in great rivers like the one we crossed, and eventually empties into vast desert lakebeds where it slowly evaporates and creates the incessant humidity.

"They should be less than a mile away," Brian interrupts my pleasant thoughts. "We should meet up with some of the Longtons in less than an hour."

I am once again reminded of our mission. The scenery and my internal ecstasy almost made me forget, but now I remember again. The apprehension returns. A feeling of nervousness adds to the tight jungle of thoughts already inside me.

* * * * * 

We make first contact sooner than expected. We stumble upon two farmers almost by accident. Around the corner of a thick clump of trees and a sharp bend in the path, we suddenly come face-to-face with two Longton men casually talking and supporting themselves with what looks like hoes.

"Hello," One of them yells to us from a small parcel of land with rows of budding crops peeping through the soil. "You smakoes not?"

I nearly jump off the path in fright. His words sound broken. I do not completely understand him. My first instinct is to hide, but I quickly come to my senses.

"Me traveler," Brian answers calmly. "Me valley many away from. Travel quest. You valley from?"

One of the men answers. I recognize the word "Nabo." It is the village we seek. We have found the correct village, the one nearest to where the satellite went down.

They introduce themselves. One of the names sounds like the English name Jelick. The other is like Daniel. Names will be a problem, I know, because of the language barrier. I have trouble enough with English names. These will be even more difficult.

Brian introduces himself and his own village. He says we have been walking since before dawn along the edge of the Northern Forest, exactly like we rehearsed. He tells them how we have not passed another Longton in six days, and then names a village from far away.

The Longton men answer. Jelick asks if we passed a neighboring village, and Brian answers that we must have traveled too close to the desert and missed it. Daniel then comes up with the name of someone he says he once knew from the village we said we passed through. Brian pretends to think about it, and then laughs about there being too many names to remember.

Jelick and Daniel laugh along with him. The Longton men talk in a pleasant, friendly tone. They seem genuinely pleased to meet us. I notice they have degraded their speech in response to our own, switching to simpler words and fewer syllables for our understanding. I soon find that I understand everything they say, although I can tell Brian does not.

Through all this, I remain silent. I desperately want to participate, but I know the custom of the Longton people. I am a woman, and I must therefore take a back seat to my male partner. I must remain quiet even though I feel a tremendous desire to correct Brian and the occasional mistakes he makes in his speech. But despite his mistakes, the Longton men are very forgiving and don't seem to mind. They quickly accept him as one of their own.

"And this slave?" Jelick finally asks of me.

"Slave Debbie," Brian introduces me. 

"Debbie," He nods to me and then poses a question Brian. "You be high chief?"

I am appalled. I know, of course, exactly what he means. He looks right at them. So does Jelick. I can see the eyes of both men riveted on my sparsely clad tits. The comment about "slave" or "high chief" does little to improve the situation. I know the reason they ask Brian of his social position is because of my big tits.

"Hello," I bow, as it is customary for Longton women to do when introduced. This, I know, exposes my cleavage even more. It allows the men to witness my big tits as they drop straight down out of my chest, but I must resist the embarrassment. "Me happy meet new people after so long journey."

"You speak good," Jelick notices immediately. "You speak more good than master."

I go through the agreed-upon explanation. I tell them Brian is from a land much further away. He purchased me during his journeys, and is therefore less familiar with the local dialect. Luckily for all of us, he allows me to speak better than he does - to show him up, as one could say - for the sake of accurate communication. This simple explanation seems to satisfy them.

The more I speak, the more relaxed I grow. Pleasant to my surprise, I find myself able to understand almost every word they say. They, in return, seem to understand me.

As I relax, I admire the two men. They look to be typical Longtonese men, tall and muscular - especially Jelick. He looks like the younger of the two, perhaps only in his late teens or early twenties. His skin looks dark brown and he is drenched in sweat. I see he has been working out in the field, hoeing his crops just as any normal gardener might do on Earth. And he is also so tall - just as I like my men - and his bulging muscles seem to burst out all over. The tallness, I know, is due to the lower gravity of the planet. And the muscles are because of the lack of an advanced technology and the high reliance on manual labor. His lack of clothing and the small loin cloth around his waist further amplifies my admiration of him.

Daniel looks older, like maybe in his 30s, although still tanned and very good looking. If not for the continuous eyebrow and large noses, both men could be handsome Earth-men.

"It late and village long away," Daniel points out. "We stop now. Take noon sleep in cabin. You join us?"

Brian accepts the offer. Longtons like to take a short rest at about noon - the equivalent of a siesta, similar to the equatorial cultures of Earth. They traditionally stop work at about noon and rest during the hottest part of the day. We gladly follow the same tradition.

* * * * * 

The two men live with their wives - or slaves - in a stone cabin built low to the ground and into the side of a small hill. Longtons construct all their homes virtually identical. The stone provides insulation, and the half-submerged construction keeps it cool. The temperature drops noticeably as we enter.

The place resembles my Grandfather's hunting cabin. A fireplace is built into the stone wall on one side. A large iron pot hangs down over the cold coals. Beside it sits a small tub and a thick wooden table; I assume the equivalent of a kitchen sink and counter. Of course, no modern appliances are present. I see only bowls, a pan, and a single knife neatly set on a shelf. A water pump stands next to the tub. Jelick and Daniel appear poor, but I am sure they live just like everyone else.

The men introduce their wives. Naturally, the wives wear little in the way of clothing. One is topless and the other wears a vertical swimsuit that covers only a little more. This makes me feel more comfortable, but it also reminds me of what I must look like myself. I notice the wives have relatively flat chests, which only serves to amplify my own size. Jelick and Daniel seem to notice too, for I see them take a look at my tits every chance they get.

They invite us to sit down at a small table with two simple wooden benches. I sit down next to Brian and we talk about our travels. Jelick and Daniel sit across from us. The women, naturally, remain standing.

The Longton men appear tremendously interested in our travels. We find neither has been more than two-day's walk from there own village. They express interest in knowing what adventures lay beyond the furthest hills.

They also remain interested in my breasts. At least one of the men seems to have his eyes upon them all the time. They look at me much more blatantly than Brian, seeming to express no shame at all. They stair at my boobs as though it is perfectly normal to do so - which I know it is on this planet.

Unexpectedly, it gives me a twinge of erotic excitement as I can't help but wonder what they are thinking. 'Is Jelick trying to picture me topless?' I question to myself. 'Or is Daniel fantasizing what it would be like to play his hands upon my chest?'

We thankfully talk for only a short time before one of the women taps her men on the shoulder.

"It much late," The woman speaks only after her husband-owner gives her a nod to do so. "Strangers much tired."

"Yes, much tired," Daniel answers. "Rude I am! Must rest first; talk later."

"Bed must," Jelick points to a door at the back of the cabin. "Bed for visitors sleep. For harvest! You sleep there."

I know separate rooms serve as bedrooms. As with all Longton homes, two small rooms are dug into the hillside.

* * * * * 

Jelick hands Brian a lantern and shows us down to the bedrooms. He leads us into a cool cavern; almost a cave, like a tunnel dug into the hillside.

I almost stumble on the narrow rocks that serve as stairs. My shoulders scrape against the brick-and-mortar that makes up the wall. No expense is given for extra space. I notice the men must bend down low at the waist to prevent their heads form hitting the ceiling. This is the first time I've seen so far into a Longton home, so I take in every detail.

We descend into the equivalent of a basement. Every Longton home has at lease one room like this to serve as a cool, comfortable escape, cool enough for someone to sleep during the incessant blaze of the noon-day sun. This house had three cave-rooms.

"You sleep there," Jelick points to the middle of three solid wooden doors branching off at right angles to each other. "Sleep room for food pickers. Extra pick food put there. No pick, no food now. Much room rest."

Brian leads the way. I think the temperature drops by another 10 degrees when we walk in. It is enough to make the room feel a little chilly. From what I can decipher from Jelick's words, it sounds like this room is normally used for storage and to house extra workers who come to pick the food at harvest time. To my delight, it appears as though I am correct. The room gives off a strong but pleasant order when we enter. It smells like my Grandmother's root cellar. I also notice several dirty brown bags standing just inside the doorway. They hold what looks like potatoes.

"My God!" Brian speaks after the door closes and the Longtons leave us.

I hardly hear him. The room is long and narrow, shaped like a cave with stone walls and a dirt floor. To my surprise, it is lighted, although not by very much. Two small glass windows take the place of bricks near the top of one wall. I figure they must connect to shafts that run up to the surface and bring in just enough sunshine to bath the room in a light glow. In combination with the lantern, it provides enough light to see around. Additional bags of food stand on the opposite side of the door. A simple bed and blanket sit on the floor on the far side of the room.

"Oh my!" I then see what Brian has already seen.

I look closer and notice chains hang down to my right. They extend from hooks anchored between stones in the ceiling, about 10 feet apart. At the end of each, dangling down by about a dozen links, I notice leather cuffs. Another pair of hook and chains poke up out of the floor, again with leather cuffs at the end.

"Oh my!" I say again.

I know the purpose of the chains and shackles the moment I see them. In this culture of subservient women, it is obvious. They can be for only one thing. I know the upper chains are meant for a woman's wrists, and the lower ones are for her feet. They extend at just the right height to anchor a short person - a short woman of just about my height.

I step further into the room. I lay my backpack down on the bed and notice more chains and cuffs. They lay on the bed, one in each corner. These are meant to secure someone - no doubt again a female - in the lying position. The bedroom looks like a dungeon.




Mission to a New World Ch. 04



"Oh my!" I speak a third time, and then notice the shelf full of implements.

"Oh my God!" I back away in shock. My hands go up to my mouth to cover it as though I am afraid of what might come out next. I can't believe it! It is even worse. On the wall I see whips, and above them is a shelf full of dildos - really big dildos! They are the biggest I have ever seen, and they are obviously dildos by their very life-like appearance. They are shaped with mushroom tips and a gentle curvature just like the real thing. They even have fake veins probing out of their lengths. And going from left to right, they increase in size, starting big and growing into gigantic. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have one of them inside me. My heart begins racing. The inside of my thighs begin to tingle. I break out into a cold sweat as I can't help but have very naughty thoughts of myself shackled in chains with one of the large pricks inside me.

"Well, well, well," Brian speaks softly. "This certainly will make a very interesting entry into our observation log."

The sound of his voice shatters the pleasant images in my mind. He starts to laugh, and then so do I.

"Yes, quite interesting," I agree, imagining the admiral's reaction when we tell him. I laugh along with Brian at our absurd situation. The sight before me is so unexpected I can't help but laugh. I started the day worrying about language, behavior, and finding a crashed satellite. And now I stand in what looks like a wild sex dungeon.

"I can't wait to tell the guys about this place!" Brian laughs some more. "These Longtons are a bunch of horn-dogs!"

I laugh at his choice of words, thinking about what it will be like to describe the place to the women back in the lab. I try not to laugh loud because I don't want our hosts to hear, but it is difficult. The attempt only makes me want to laugh more. It feels good. The tension of the day suddenly leaves me.

"I don't believe this place," Brian takes a deep breath once he is finally able to speak again.

I try to come back to reality along with him, but it takes longer for me to recover. I giggle every time I see the straps. And then I giggle some more every time I look at Brian.

"Maybe we should just lay down and try to get some sleep," He finally concludes. "It's been a long morning."

I agree. "The bed does not look like much, but I bet it's a lot more comfortable than the last place we slept."

The room has only one bed, and it is a very small bed at that. I know we will have to sleep together to complete the illusion. We don't want someone to walk in and see us sleeping apart.

"Which side do you prefer?" Brian graciously offers.

"The left, if you don't mind."

I start to laugh again when I see Brian sweep the chains off the side of the bed.

We wash in a small bowl located in the corner of the room. Brian allows me to go first and then he follows. I take off my top and lay face down on a surprisingly comfortable mattress. It feels like there are feathers inside. There are no sheets, only a blanket to cover us.

"Very comfortable," I tell him. "Just like home."

He turns out the lantern and lies down beside me. We are forced to lay close, touching each other. It feels erotic to be laying so close to a man in a sex chamber, but I do not mind. It feels good.

"Do you think all Longton bedrooms are like this one?" I whisper a question.

"I doubt it," He answers after a long pause. "There were no reports from the previous expeditions."

"But maybe they didn't report it," I think out loud. "I mean, it would have been kind-of embarrassing, you know, to report something like this to a commanding officer."

"They still would have reported it," He says. "Now keep quite and try to go to sleep."

I try, but I have a hard time sleeping. It is the room, I know. I can't get the thoughts of the chains and leather cuffs out of my mind. And Brian only makes it worse, and especially the way he lays so close to me. His arm lays on top of my shoulder. I feel the course skin of his thigh rub against my own. I can't help but picture him taking advantage of my body as I stand naked and bound. 

Although exhausted and in need of sleep, images of the cuffs and chains flood my mind. When I close my eyes I start to visualize the cool feel of leather around my wrists, and when I open them again I am rewarded with the sight of one of the chains hanging from wall. I can't help but imagine myself bound, with my hands held high and Brian's hands upon my breasts. I imagine him feeling and manipulating my big tits, and then I experience the incredibly erotic image of being unable to stop him as he teases my nipples. I think too about the whips hanging on the wall and the dildos sitting on the shelf. The whips worry me. I've never been into whips or pain as sexual stimulates, but the life-like dildos are another story. As laughable and ludicrous as the situation has become, I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to experience one inside me. I feel as though I am in the equivalent of an ancient torture chamber - a sexual torture chamber.

Brian turns his body in the bed, pushing himself tighter up against me. His arm stretches across my back and his leg gently lays across half my rear. The touch reminds me again of my topless condition and nude behind. If someone would walk into the room and see me right now, they would think I was lying in bed wearing nothing at all.

Brian, I know, is already asleep, and it is no wonder! He does not feel the same sensations as I do because he has already gotten off twice today. He's had two orgasms while I have been left barren and dry. My body aches for the intrusion of a male cock and the sensation of my own orgasm.

Then I think about Brian and the chains. My mind returns again to its age-old fantasy of a naked man standing along side my bed, offering himself for my needs. I play and stroke on him like I usually do, but then I imagine what it would be like to shackle him. I picture Brian standing up along side the bed once again wearing an erection. I imagine him asking if I would care to take the pleasure of bounding him against the wall.

I know I can't, of course, especially with Jelick and Daniel sleeping in the adjoining bedrooms with their wives. In this male dominant society, I could never be caught with a bound male in my room. It would look very strange and awkward, and it would certainly endanger the mission. Still, though, there is nothing to stop me from fantasizing about it.

I have never bound a man, although the thought often entered my mind - especially on those rare occasions when I fucked a guy from above. I would often think about it as I bounced up and down, imagining him lying helpless below me, naked and tied. That is how I would take Brian, although I would not take him right away. He would first have to endure a relentless cock-tease. It would be so much fun to tease his cock to the brink of an orgasm and then leave him barren every time. I fantasize myself doing it again and again until he pleads with me to finish him off. It would perhaps take an hour or even better two or three. In between time, while I left him bound and helpless, perhaps trying to hump into air in an attempt to get off, I would use the dildos. I would use the dildos on myself while Brian, of course, watched. This would only leave him wanting more. I know by the time I finally got around to fucking him, he would shoot after only a few strokes.

I turn over in an attempt to remove the thoughts from my mind. Not that I want to remove them, for they are very pleasant and they make me hot, but I know I will have to do something about them if I want to get any sleep.

But I forget about his arm. After I turn, I realize his arm still lays across me, but now it lays across my chest. The palm of his hand rests between my boobs.

Brian lets out a slight moan and I fear I may have awakened him, but he only turns slightly and stretches his arm out further. His palm now lies squarely in the center of my naked, exposed, and very vulnerable chest.

I suddenly find myself wanting Brian to tie me down and fuck me violently. I know it is wrong, but now the sensation floods my mind without remorse. With Brian's hand resting upon my chest, I can't help but think about what it would feel like to have him squeeze down and manipulate it. He already has it positioned just right. My mound creates a natural orb for his open palm to form against. He holds my boob much like a young child would hold a teddy bear or a doll. It would be very easy for him to simply draw in his fingers and squeeze the milk out of my big tit. I want him to take advantage of me. I want him to do things to my body that have never been done before. He can start with my tits, and then I want him to do more with my pussy. I am so horny I can hardly stand it!

Brian does not take notice. I'm sure he remains asleep and unaware of the position of his hand. He does nothing to move it away or to go further. I desperately want him to give my tit a squeeze, but he does nothing while I continue to fantasize about his body and mine.

A few minutes later I begin to hear it. Moans originate from the other side of the door. I think it is from the room on our right, but it could equally come from the left. And then there is a sharp cry of ecstasy, I'm not sure from which way.

Brian wakes and draws his hand away. He sits up for a moment to listen. Then he looks at me.

I know the sound but ask anyway. "What do you think they're doing?"

Brian listens for a few seconds longer, and then he answers with a smile. "It sounds like they're fucking," He tells me directly, and then chuckles.

I chuckle too. "Sorry. I guess my question was kind-of stupid," I agree.

The grunts and moans quicken into a rhythm. I find myself picturing the woman lying down naked in the bed while the man fucks down on her from above. I can't help but picture Brian doing the same to me.

"Do you think the other rooms are like this one?" I have to ask. "I mean, do you think Jelick and Daniel have chains like this one? Do you think she is tied?"

I notice Brian take a hard swallow. "By the sound of it," He answers slowly. "I bet she is."

The moans get louder, and a minute later the grunts of a man join in. I easily picture them. I suspect the female is cuffed down to the bed while her man drills her from above. I can almost feel what the woman must be going through; the feel of a cock sliding in and out of her hole.

"They're really going at it," I say.

"Sure are," Brian agrees. "It sounds like you had quite an effect on them."

He confuses me for a moment. I don't know how I could have anything to do with what is going on in the next room, but then I look up to see where Brian's eyes are pointed. He looks at my chest, and I remember I am topless.

"Do you really think so?" I ask.

"I don't see why not," He continues looking.

The thought thrills me. As I listen to the lust sounding from the next room, I wonder if my big boobs may have fueled it. I begin to wonder if maybe the Longton man might even be imagining it is my body he is fucking instead of his wife's. The thought thrills me.

"I guess I should be a little more careful," I do nothing to cover myself. I allow Brian to look as I lay there, hoping it will fuel another erection.

"Yes, you should be," He agrees. "Those could be dangerous."

I look down at myself. Although my boobs look relatively flat now in the laying position, they continue to look large. I notice a hard nipple at the tip of each.

My thoughts are interrupted by a scream. "No! No!" I hear a female voice cry out in Longtonese. "No, not that! Oh my God, it's too big!"

I quickly get up and head for the door. "He's hurting her!" I worry. "Oh my God, she's being tortured!"

The first thing I think of is one of the giant dildos being plowed into the poor woman. My natural reaction is to go rescue her.

Brian stops me. He gets up, grabs me before I get to the door, and holds me in a hug. "It's their culture," He refuses to let me go. "We can't interfere."

"I don't give a shit about their culture!" I make a muffled yell into his chest. "I've got to help!"

I wrestle free but only make it two more steps. Brian stands in front of the door to block me.

"Not so loud," He speaks in a loud whisper, reminding me that I'm not supposed to speak English so loudly. "The natives might hear you."

"But they're hurting her!" I lower my voice and try to force my way past him. "This isn't right! I can't stand by and let this sort of thing happen."

Just as I finish, the female voice makes a drastic change in tone. Instead of fear, it turns to ecstasy.

"Oh God you're so big!" It cries out loudly, almost in a scream. "You're so big! You feel so big inside me!"

I am shocked.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The voice begins to pant at a much faster rhythm. It is obvious what they are doing. The couple in the next room are back to fucking.

"It sounds like they were only doing a little playing," Brian surmises. "If I'm not mistaken, I think they were playing a little sex game. It sounds as though the scream you heard was only part of the act."

The woman in the next room continues to pant and moan. So do I, mostly from my struggle with Brian but also from the ecstasy I feel within myself. As Brian holds me tight, I notice he is again hard.

"They certainly don't believe in being discrete about their sex lives!" I conclude the obvious.

"What did you expect?" Brian reaches up to one of the chains hanging from the wall. "Especially when they put their sex toys in plain view for everyone to see."

I reach up and take hold of the same chain just below the point where Brian holds it. I notice I stand directly under the place where two of the chains hang down.

"Good point," I confess. "I never thought about it that way."

The panting of the woman gets louder.

"It sounds like she's enjoying it," Brian says.

"It sure does," I agree as I allow my hand to slide down to the leather strap at the end of the chain. "Do you think she's got one of these around her wrist as he's doing it?"

"I'm sure she does," Brian tells me. "I bet she has straps around both her wrists, and I'm sure she has two more around her ankles too."

I imagine what the woman is going through as I feel the smooth leather between my fingers. I imagine her hands held high above and her legs splayed far apart. And then I imagine myself in the same position. I again fantasize Brian feeling my boobs as I stand helpless to stop him.

"I wonder what it would feel like," I whisper my thoughts out loud as I let go of the leather and hold my hand just below it.

"The cuffs?" He questions. "Or do you mean his cock?"

"Both!" I surprise even myself by saying it.

Brian lowers his hand. I watch it as it slowly moves down the chain one link at a time and then takes hold of the leather.

"There's one way to find out," He speaks with a noticeably higher state of excitement.

I watch as he wraps the leather around my wrist and then loops it back through a miniature buckle on top. And then I feel it tighten as he gently pulls it through. A hot wave of ecstasy travels through my body, focused between my legs. As I listen to the woman next door being fucked, I find myself wanting to be fucked myself.

"Are you sure?" Brian asks after he has one arm secure.

I nod my head. "Keep going."

"Do you mean the other chain?"

I nod my head again.

"Are you talking about the chain and being tied up?" He asks yet one more time as though to be absolutely sure.

I nod a third time and then add a quite, "yes, if you want to."

I can't believe what I'm doing! I have never felt this way before. It is as though something is in the air - like there is some sort of poison to cause my hormones to excite. I have never felt so horny in all my life.

Brian raises my opposite hand. I feel him take me by the fingers and lead me up to the chain hanging to my right.

"Just don't do anything weird," I tell him at the last minute, as I feel the leather strap being wrapped around my wrist. "No whips! And don't do anything that might hurt me."

"I won't," He promises. "Just tell me when you want me to stop."

I don't want him to stop, not now or ever. I want it more now than ever before. The sensation of the leather straps around my wrists only serves to increase my sexual arousal.

I find myself tied; tied topless in the Longton bedroom with my arms held high above me. My big boobs lay exposed and helpless. Brian remains free to do whatever he wants with them, and soon he does.

He kisses me first, and I kiss him back. It is a deep, passionate, long kiss. I feel his tongue and allow it inside. And at the same time, I feel one of his hands. He moves it down my arms, down to my shoulders, and finally down to my chest.

"I want your tits," He breaks away from the kiss to tell me. "You're tits are incredible. They've been driving me crazy ever since the first time I saw you in the lab."

He kisses me again, and as he kisses I feel him lower his hand. His fingers touch the top of my swelling mound, and a moment later they touch me at my fullest extent. I can clearly feel four fingers, each one independently, each taking a parallel path down across my substantial boobs. One of them grazes my nipple and I hear myself yelp out with delight.

"It sounds like you like that," Brian breaks away.

"Oh yes!" I discover I am breathing almost too hard to speak, panting with exertion, yet this is only the beginning.

I brace myself as his fingers reverse course. One of them soon touches my nipple again. I notice the knob is already hard, yet this is only the beginning.

"You like it when I touch your nipples." He brings his fingers down and brushes over it again. "It sounds like you have some very sensitive nipples."

"Oh yes!" I have to say, panting. "Oh! My nipples!"

"And so big too," He does it yet again. "Everything about your chest is big!"

Brian teases my nipple. First moving up-and-down and then changing to a back-and-forth motion, he rubs across my hard nipple with his finger. The more he teases, the harder and more sensitive my nipples become. I find he is an excellent nipple teaser.

A minute later the thrill increases further when he uses both hands.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian!" I pant as he moves his fingers all around my boobs, concentrating on the peaks.

"They are so firm for their size!" He tells me. "They are the biggest I've ever felt, and so firm too."

He keeps playing. First his fingers and then the rest of his hand, he drives me wild by playing them upon me. He soon encompasses a tit in the palm of each hand, and then he starts to squeeze them.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian! I cry out some more. "Oh, my tits."

My hormones start to go crazy. Perhaps it is the exhibitionism of the last 24 hours that makes me horny, or maybe it is the fucking still sounding from the next room. Most definitely I feel a large portion of my ecstasy emulates from the leather straps around my wrists. I am surprised by how thrilling it is to have my tits felt up and not being able to do anything to stop it.

"Oh Debbie, they are just so big!" Brian tells me in amazement as I feel hands lower to the underside of my boobs and attempt to push them up. "They even feel heavy."

He squeezes them again, and then he presses my tits against each other to give me artificial cleavage. This he seems to like, for he does it a few more times more, becoming more forceful with each iteration. Then he begins to massage and manipulate my mighty melons all around.

I watch Brian as he watches me. I notice his eyes lock on my chest the entire time, never looking up to my face, only at my boobs. It makes me feel as though my chest is the only part of me that really matters, and I find myself enjoying the feeling. I realize that I like being an exhibitionist. I find myself pleased with the erotic ecstasy it gives me. It is as though I am nothing more than a stripper in a strip joint, prancing around stage and shaking my tits all around.




Mission to a New World Ch. 04



I soon find myself wanting him to lower his hands and excite the rest of me, but Brian leaves me waiting for a long time. He seems addicted to my tits, unable to take his hands off them. He must lift them, squeeze them, and press them together. He moves them in every possible direction and in every possible way. I do not know how long his hands remain on my naked breasts. I just know that I love it, especially when he rubs against my hard, sensitive nipples. I love it even more when I think he still has much further to go.

I soon feel it. Suddenly, without warning, I notice my boobs are free. The hand of no man is upon them. Instead, I feel both his hands travel down my side, down to my thighs, down to the meager clothing that still covers my waist.

"Oh Brian!" I cry out in delight. "Please, not that! Not that too!"

Much to my delight, he does not obey me. Instead, I feel his fingers work the bow ties that hold up my panty.

"No Brian!" I can't help but cry out some more. "Please, not down there too!"

It falls to one side and then drops down. I first feel it rub down across the length of my leg, and now I feel my panty lay upon my feet.

"Oh God!" I cry out, realizing I now stand bare.

Even worse, I see Brian's eyes upon it. He no longer looks at my chest. I see his head is bowed too low. His eyes point too far down. Something else interests him more, and ecstasy fills me as I realize that "something else" is my pussy.

He steps back to look at me.

"Magnificent!" He says simply, and then continues to look.

I remain tied, unable to cover myself as I notice his eyes roam up and down my body. The light shines dimly in the room, but I'm sure plenty enough shines for him to see everything. It gives me an erotic sensation to know I remain helpless to prevent him from looking at whatever he wants.

"Magnificent!" He says again. "You have the sexiest body I have ever seen."

I feel myself blush with embarrassment. Despite my near-topless condition of the last two days, I realize this is the first time he is able to see me fully in the nude. I want to thank him for the compliment, and do so by kicking the panty to the side and then spreading my legs just a little. I don't know why I do it; I just know that I want him to. As I watch him admire my pussy, I feel - in an amazingly erotic sort-of way - this tremendous desire to invite him inside.

"What about those?" Brian points to my delight. "Would you mind those too?" My heart skips a beat as I see him glance down to the ankle straps. I cannot answer out loud, so I simply nod my head to let him know my approval.

First my left ankle and then my right, he pulls them to the side and gently wraps the leather straps around. Even better, the chains extruding from the floor are short and a long distance away. He must pull my legs far to make them reach, spreading me open; increasing my vulnerability. It feels wonderful.

"Holy Fuck! If you only knew how hot you look!" Brian tells me as he backs away and takes a good look. "You look like a whore!"

The comment surprises me, but it also pleases me. I feel exactly like he says - like a whore, spread open and completely nude; my cunt laid exposed in its most vulnerable position.

I notice it pleases Brian too. He still wears the loin cloth, and in front I see an obvious bulge. I want to see more, and then I want to feel him inside me.

He walks up to me like before to give me a deep, long kiss. This time, however, instead of moving his hand down to my tits he continues to move them down to my waist.

"Oh Brian!" I cry out the moment he breaks the kiss and with the knowledge of knowing where his hand is headed. "Oh Brian, please, not my pussy!"

We lock lips again as he takes advantage of my vulnerable position. His fingers rub my pussy lips and quickly move inside.

"You're so wet!" He breaks the kiss for only a minute to tell me.

I feel it too. I am wet with desire, desperate for him to take me. I am in need of a good fuck.

Brian returns to kissing, this time playing his tongue against mine. At the same time I feel his fingers descend, moving in deeper, first with one finger and then with two, descending into my body. Brian is an expert cunt-teaser, and my heightened state of arousal greatly helps his effort. I think he searches for my G-spot, but my whole cunt feels like one big G-spot.

I moan out with desire as soon as he moves away from my mouth and gives me a chance to speak.

"Oh Brian! Oh fuck!" I tell him. "You're driving me crazy!"

He moves his mouth away to kiss me further down my body. He licks me against the furthest protrusion of my boob, my nipple, still hard as a rock and now even more sensitive than before. Then he puckers up against it, kissing it, nursing on my big boob. I think the fingers inside my cunt increases the sensitivity of my nipples.

"Oh Brian! Oh fuck!" I want to scream out but have to force myself to say it quietly. I remember the couples in the rooms next to us and realize they must have finished. I no longer hear them going at it.

I find it difficult to keep from screaming as Brian nurses on one tit and then the other, and all the while giving me an exceptional finger fuck at the same time. I feel so aroused I think I might even get to experience an orgasm with just his fingers. I've never had an orgasm with just fingers before. It has always taken a cock or dildo.

Just as I think it can get no more erotic, it does.

"Yummy," Brian tells me. "Oh Debbie, I love the taste of your tits."

I see his head back away and move lower.

"You have delicious tits," He says as he continues to lower himself, eventually dropping down to his knees. "I hope the rest of you tastes just as good."

My heart skips a beat with the realization of what he wants.

"No! No!" I can't believe it. "Oh Brian, not that too!"

I know what he wants, and I realize I am in the perfect position to give it to him.

"Please Brian, no!" I tell him in a loud whisper. "I've never done that before!"

He does not seem to hear me. I pull my ankles against the leather cuffs and chains as I feel him do it.

"Oh my God!" I cry out at the sensation of his mouth and tongue against my open slit. He takes me. He gives me oral sex.

I quickly change my tone. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I say out loud. I've never had oral sex before. I have given it to a man, but I never had a man give it to me. It feels more wonderful than I ever imagined.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I tell him even more as he ravages my cunt. I conclude Brian is an expert when it comes to sex. I soon find myself approach orgasm.

"Oh Brian! I'm going to cumm."

He doesn't let up. If anything, he seems to ravage my cunt even more. The feeling of his tongue sliding against my slit soon sends me into orgasm.

"Ahaaaaa" I feel it! A hot wave travels through my body, sending me into the ultimate state of arousal.

"Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck!" I must force myself to keep from crying out too loud as it continues. I am no longer on an alien planet. I am no longer anywhere. I feel only the orgasm and my open cunt.

"Oh yes! Oh God!"

It is a powerful orgasm, the most powerful I've felt in a long time. My pussy seems to pulsate with Brian's mouth still tightly bound to it. I've never had an orgasm with a man's mouth and tongue before. But then I've never had an orgasm while bound with straps and chains either. I think my helpless condition only serves to intensify the effect.

The panting and moaning from the next room begins almost as soon as Brian backs away.

"I think they must have stopped to listen," Brian tells me the same thing I am thinking. "But then you were making quite a bit of noise." He smiles and then laughs at me.

I feel so filthy, so much like a slut, knowing that someone else has listened to me experience an orgasm. I picture our hosts with their ears plastered tight up against the door on the other side. The sight only serves to arise me further.

"How about the smallest one?" I see Brian reach up to the shelf.

Even though I just had an orgasm, I realize it isn't over yet. In the dim light of the room I see him take the smallest of the dildos off the shelf.

"Please," I still pant with exertion. "It's so big! No, not that! It's too big for me!"

Immediately after I say the words, I realize I have repeated what I earlier heard from the next room. I wonder if any of our hosts have now heard me.

"But it's the smallest," He disputes. "It won't hurt you." I am not so sure. The thing is clearly bigger than a normal sized man. I think it must be a good 12 inches long, of which I figure 8-inches intend to fit inside. And it looks plenty wide too. I've used dildos on myself before. I have one hidden in the dresser drawer back in my apartment, but it is not nearly the size of this one.

"Oh Brian, please," I tell him "no" but don't really mean it. He seems to read my thoughts and takes a step closer with a big smile on his face, seeming to enjoy my helpless state. I once more notice the bulge pushing out his loincloth.

It certainly feels big! I don't realize how big until it is too late. I watch as he lowers it to my waist, and then I feel it as he presses it up against me. I've only used dildoes before in private. I never allowed a man to use one on me, and I certainly never allowed a man to use a dildo on me while I was chained up against the wall naked.

I feel the tip touch me, and then I feel it push into me. It feels as though it must be made out of some kind of rubber compound. Brian pushes the dildo up into my vulnerable, helpless cunt.

"Oh Brian!" I feel myself easily accept it. I think my pussy is extra-sensitive after the orgasm. I feel it quickly slip in all the way. 

"Tell me if it's too much," Brian speaks kindly.

"I'm okay," I gasp a reply.

It isn't too much, but it is a lot. It is certainly the biggest dildo I have ever experienced, and I think experiencing it in my helpless condition somehow makes it feel even bigger. I want to tell this to Brian but figure it better to keep quite about such things.

"How does it feel?" He questions when it is all the way inside.

"Full!" I tell him. It is the only thing I can think of to say.

"Then I have a question," He goes on. "Are you ready to be fucked by it?"

I nod my head. I certainly am ready. I am more ready than I have ever been in my life.

Brian starts. While I am still nodding my head, he starts to fuck me with the extra large dildo. He fucks me hard, and he fucks me long. I feel it going in-and-out again and again. He keeps fucking me over and over. I allow myself only the occasional moan in reply to his repetitive thrusting action, fearful of what the neighbors might hear, but not really knowing how successful I am. I try to keep quite, but I am in such a pleasurable state it is difficult to really know.

I do not know how long Brian fucks me with the dildo, but it is a lot longer than a man would have lasted inside me. That's the problem with the real thing. A man's cock seldom lasts long enough to satisfy me with an orgasm. The dildo fills me with bountiful pleasure.

A few minutes later my pleasure is interrupted by another scream of ecstasy from the bedroom next door. It sounds as if the woman just had her third orgasm! I usually have trouble having just one, so I can't imagine what it would feel like to have three! I just want to experience a second one of my own, and soon I feel it begin to develop.

But then Brian pulls it out.

"No! No!" I cry out with delirium. "Oh no! Don't stop. What are you doing?"

He backs away from me in order to look down at his loincloth. I see again the large bulge poking out of the front, and I immediately know I am about to see a lot more.

I can hardly wait, but he does it slowly. He draws out my ecstasy, increasing my arousal. I watch as he meekly unties the strings running around his waist and allows his last remnant of clothing to slip to the floor.

I am well rewarded with a live erection standing firm and erect before me. It looks to be bigger than before, although not as big as the dildo. It is difficult to tell in the dim light. Or perhaps it is just my heightened state of arousal. I am so horny that any man would look big to me.

"Fuck me!" I tell him like a whore to her owner. "Please Brian, fuck me with it! Fuck me! Make me your sex slave."

"No!" To my surprise, he refuses. "Not yet."

He turns to reward me with the sight of his bare ass. I like his ass, but I want his dick more.

"Why not?" I question. "Please Brian, I need it! Don't tease me like this."

I don't know his intensions until I see him reach up to put the dildo away. Then he reaches for the next size bigger.

"Oh no!" I cry out in sudden realization.

He touches the next bigger size in line, the number two dildo, and almost takes it. But then he puts that one back down too and picks up the one that is even bigger.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I cry out again. "No Brian! No! It's too big! I won't be able to take it all."

He turns back around to face me. "We'll just have to see about that," He says as he faces me with the bigger sized dildo and his bare dick.

"No Brian! No!" I say in genuine fright. "It's too big! I've never had anything so big before."

"Don't worry," He calms me. "You'll be able to take it just fine. I think your cunt hole is plenty wide."

I can't believe the filthy words he speaks.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I cry out again. "It's too big for me. My cunt hole is too narrow! It's too big for me."

He does not seem to hear my words. He just keeps on walking closer and lowers the dildo to my waist.

"Trust me," He whispers. "I won't do anything to hurt you."

He turns to bring it closer. I see it lower to my waist just like the first dildo, but this one appears larger. It looks to be about an inch longer and about an inch bigger in diameter. The increased thickness is what bothers me the most, and soon I feel it is as thick as it looks.

"Oh Brian!" I try the best I can to yell out.

The tip is positioned at my opening, and then he begins to ram it home.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Incredibly, I am able to take it. It feels tremendous, but I am able to accept the think. I think it is equivalent in size to a human male with a ten-inch pecker.

"Shit!" I cry out. "Oh damn!" I feel myself being split open, and it feels tremendous.

The tip of the dildo is bad enough, but then the length of the shaft starts to go in too!

"Oh fuck!" I cry. I can't believe what is happening.

Brian doesn't let up.

"See, I told you," He says as he pushes it in even further. "I told you that your twat would be able to accept it all."

"Oh fuck! Holy shit!" I moan and plead with him some more as he drives it the rest of the way home, but I no longer mean what I say. Instead, I want it. It is the biggest thing I have ever felt between my legs, and I want it all.

"And now Debbie," Brian whispers very gently into my ear after it is all the way inside. "It's time for me to force you into orgasm."

And with those words, he begins to fuck me with the huge thing. In-and-out, and then in-and-out, he forces it into me again and again. I find myself enjoying it immensely, better than any fuck I have ever experienced. I know the pleasure is derived from the size, but I know it is also because I am being forced. I am tied up and can do nothing to stop him from fucking me as much as he wants.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian!" I cry out with passion. "I'm going to cumm!"

"Not yet!" He suddenly pulls it out to leave me to whither.

I am left dry.

"No! No!" I plead with him to continue, humping open air, desperate for another orgasm. I vow never to tell him I am about to cumm again.

"I will continue," He takes me by the tits now, squeezing one in each hand. "I'll promise you another orgasm, but only if you promise me something first."

"Anything! Anything!" I am desperate. "I'll do anything you want, just keep going. I was almost there."

"I will continue, but you must promise two things," He whispers into my ear, his hands still encompassed around my big tits.

"Yes! Yes!" I pant. "Anything. I'll do anything!"

"First, after I am done here," He pauses for effect. "You must blow me."

I look down to see he his wet. His stiff organ looks like it is entirely coated with pre-cumm, coated in its own juices. I love it!

"Yes!" I whisper back. I'm not only willing to give him a blow job, I want to. His cock looks delicious.

"And second," He is not done yet. "After we are all done hear and go back upstairs, I want you to wear the toga."

This takes me for a turn. I almost say yes, but then remember the toga and its consequences. I realize he wants to walk back upstairs and expose one of my tits to our hosts.

"Please!" I try to object. "Please, not that!"

One of his hands leaves my tits. A moment later I feel the tip of the dildo at the entrance to my wet cunt hole. My waist automatically lurches forward in an attempt to get it to impale me.

"But it will be so embarrassing," I try to reason with him. "I was hoping I might not have to wear the toga at all."

"Promise," He replies. "Or I will take care of myself."

His opposite hand leaves my remaining tit. I see it reach down and take hold of himself. The sight of his hand around his own cock gives me a thrill.

"Okay!" I answer without thinking.

Without hesitating, he plows the dildo back into me and fulfills my desire. It feels so good that I quickly forget what I have just promised.

It does not take him long after that. To make the experience even better, he moves his free hand back to my tits. I am amply rewarded with one hand playing a dildo into my cunt while the other plays its fingers upon my nipple. Only a few seconds after he starts up again, my body spasms into an even more intense orgasm than the first one.

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"I think we slept a lot later than we were supposed to," Brian shakes me awake. "I hear them upstairs. We better go to join them."

It takes me a few seconds to wake, and then a few seconds more to remember the promise I made at the temptation of the dildo.

"I hope you don't seriously expect..." I start to voice my objection but then stop at the sight of the toga in Brian's hand.

"What was that you wanted to ask?" He questions.

"Never mind!" I don't bother to finish. I know what his answer will be.

I feel so dirty and so used. I can't believe what I have just done and what I am about to do. First I allowed a man to bound and rape me into a double orgasm, and then I greedily gave him a blowjob. I feel like a complete slut, and it isn't over yet.

The toga looks a lot more revealing than before. In the desert it was dark and there was only Brian. Now he wants me to expose myself to two strangers in broad daylight.

"Please," I beg him one last time after I put it on. "Won't you reconsider?"

"It's for your own good," He gives me a kiss on the lips. "Eventually, you will have to wear the toga anyway, so you might as well do it now when there are only two men instead of a whole village."

He takes me by the arm.

"Now lets go upstairs," He consoles. "You're going to be perfectly all right."

I reluctantly trail behind with my hand in his. Out the door and up the steps we go, one step at a time, slowly towards daylight and the sight of the two men. Along the way I take a glance down to see my right tit lie bare. The big thing swells out in a rude display. I feel like an absolute slut.

"Please don't make me do this," I whisper in one last desperate plea that I already know won't help.

"It will be good for you," He only tells me from the top of the stares. "It will be like back on the ship all over again. You might as well get it over with."

"You much tired?" I hear Jelick question as soon as Brian steps through the doorway.




Mission to a New World Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Nabo

Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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We come to another large river about a mile down the path. It is not as wide but deeper than the first. I change back into the bikini to cross.

We carefully carry our backpacks above our heads to keep them dry. The refreshing water reaches almost up to my chest. The village of Nabo, I know, is only a short distance up stream. The river serves as its life-giving source.

Our first indication of a settlement is smoke rising through a break in the trees. A minute later we notice a well-hidden Longton home standing almost next to us, built into the side of the hill and looking a lot like Jelick's and Daniel's. I can't help but wonder if it has a similar bedroom.

"Hello," Brian cries out to a young man walking on a perpendicular path to our own, carrying two baskets slung over his shoulders, each hanging at one end of a long pole. "Me look Nabo."

"Me Nabo!" The young man pads himself on the chest. He answers with so much excitement that water spills from the buckets. Then he races through to trees to meet us, the pails banging against trunks as he haphazardly tries to balance them in opposition to his quick steps. 

He jumps onto our path and approaches us with no obvious fear or hesitance at the sight of strangers. I am reminded once again that the Longtons are a friendly, carefree people with a natural trust of everyone. He looks to be a young man, perhaps 15 years of age. I also notice he looks right at me. I distinctly notice his eyes point directly at my chest with no noticeable discretion. My natural reaction is to cover myself and criticize the boy for being so rude, but I quickly remember the culture.

"Me Brian," Brian introduces himself. "Servant Debbie," He points to me.

"Me Gregoros," He says his own name. "This Nabo. Follow! Follow!"

He finally pulls his attention away from my boobs and leads us towards the source of the smoke. We do not have far to go. I notice my bikini bottom remains damp from crossing the river only a few minutes earlier, despite the hot temperature.

"Visitors! Visitors!" He cries out.

A dozen Longtonese seem to appear out of nowhere, walking out of the many cleverly disguised houses nestled into the hillside. Doors open out of what first looks to be raw earth. A dozen and then a dozen more Longtons curiously walk out of the relative cool of their houses to check out the curiosity.

"Welcome! Welcome!" They speak almost all at once, joyous at our arrival. One of them grabs my arm. I feel a child around my leg. They push and pull us along, leading us to the center of the village. I see dense, white smoke emulating from a pile of green leaves. It stands in a clearing, the only spot in the village not in shade. Direct sunlight illuminates the column of white smoke like a beacon.

We approach the clearing, but do not enter. Wooden benches surround it. So do tables. I recognize it as the main gathering area of the village, a meeting place common to all villages. The smoke, I figure, is for some sort of communal feast. It looks as though we stumbled into some sort of festival.

The Longtons surround us. Some are old. Most are young. I struggle to understand the multitude of voices.

"What village from?" Several ask.

"Where travel to?"

"Where travel from?"

They ask question after question. I feel as though we are the first strangers they have met in years, although I know this cannot be true. Many Longtons go on long quests. From our hidden microphones, we know a village typically receives about five visitors per year.

"Stop! Stop!" Brian waves his hand. "We far land from. Speak not well. Must stop. Speak slow."

They slow down and ask us similar questions as Jelick and Daniel. Brian answers by himself at first. I later help after giving him a gentle nudge to remind him to introduce me. As we continue, I notice an increased number of questions directed at me as they realize my greater comprehension of their language.

The Longtons are a talkative, inquisitive people who appear genuinely interested to know where we come from and to hear stories about our travels. Many times they become so excited they cannot keep quite. Several talk at once, and many do not bother to wait for an answer from another because they ask a question themselves. They turn especially interested when they discover we have traveled an uncommonly long distance.

More and more villagers join us. I noticed most of the later arrivals are young men, which is easy for me to notice due to the way they look at me. I find myself soon faced with at least a dozen interested young men to look upon my bikini-clad body. Like the others, they are not shy about looking. It feels humiliating, but there is also a thrill about it. The more they look, the more they silently compliment. I can't help but feel as though I am a performer up on stage in a strip joint.

I also see women, but they remain in the background. Most are dressed in bikinis like me. A few wear the more revealing vertical swimsuits. I can tell Brian wants to take in interest in them, but he is concentrated so much on the language he does not have time to take notice. None of the women, I see, looks quite as big as me - Not quite as big, that is, in the boob department. They all appear to be closer to the A or B cup variety, which tells me why the men look at me so. It appears as though it has been some time since these men had the opportunity to see a pair of double-Ds.

I soon find myself almost forgetting about my meager clothing. The men seem to grow accustomed to my sight, and I suppose I also start to grow accustomed to their eyes upon me. I begin to relax and feel more comfortable - until I discover the reason for the smoke rising out of the clearing.

"It be feast!" One of the Longtons tells us.

"We trap," A group of proud men tell us. "Two days ago. Catch orghingtal. Very good eat."

An orghintal resembles a deer and is supposedly very good eating. I am anxious to try it, but I have trouble thinking about food. 'Feast' keeps playing in my ears. 'Tonight is a feast!' The village of Nabo will have a feast and a celebration, and the Longtons always dress up for feasts and calibrations, especially the women. I realize I will have to change into my most formal attire, which is the toga. I quickly comprehend I will soon be showing all these men my bare tit and nipple.

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"Not so soon!" I complain to Brian as soon as we get away and are alone again. "I never expected to wear the toga so soon! I want more time to get used to the bikini."

"You don't have a choice," He attempts to calm me with little success. "It's probably a good thing I made you wear it in front of Jelick and Daniel. At least they gave you some time to get used to it."

"But this is different!" I try to explain. "Jelick and Daniel were just two men. There's going to be at least ten times that many tonight!"

Brian shakes his head. "But you don't have a choice. Our only other option is to sneak out of here. Is that what you want?"

I do not need to give him an answer. He already knows. I cannot jeopardize the mission.

"You'll be fine," He attempts to reassure me with a quick hug. "And if you're good, maybe afterwards I can give you a reward."

I follow his eyes as they take a look around the room.

"Oh my!" I gasp.

I hardly noticed it before. My mind was too concerned about the toga to give it much thought, but now my eyes have grown accustomed to the dim light of the guest cabin. We stand just inside the bedroom at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh my!" I say again as I realize we are in a similar bedroom as Jelick's and Daniel's. Chains hang from the wall. More chains lay at each corner of the bed. A row of various sized dildos sit on a shelf - all of the large variety. Pleasant to my surprise, the room is furnished in a similar fashion. The only additional piece of furniture is a large, X-shaped contraption in the corner of the room. Four leather buckles lay at the furthest protrusions of the X. I have little trouble guessing what they are supposed to be used for.

"You like?" Brian asks simply.

"Yes," I swallow hard. "I like very much."

I notice a great big smile forms on his lips, telling me he looks forward to tying me up and teasing me into multiple orgasms. I look forward to it too.

"It appears as though all Longton bedrooms are like this," He walks over to the X-shaped contraption to take a closer look. "Or maybe it's only the guest houses. I'll have to check into it later."

He feels one of the leather straps as though testing its bonds. It makes me think of a woman's wrist inside it, and then I can't help but wonder what it will feel like to be secured myself. My arms will be pulled high above me. My legs will be stretched a great distance apart. At the same time, I know, I will be naked. Maybe not at first, but soon after Brian shackles me down he will be sure to remove my bikini top and then untie my bottom. I can't wait to feel one of the dildos again.

"It's just that none of the other expeditions ever mentioned it," He interrupts my brief fantasy. "I can't figure it out! Maybe they were too embarrassed to report it, or maybe they encountered a different sect that didn't practice such exotic forms of sex."

I wonder myself. I cannot take my eyes off the X-shaped contraption and its leather bonds. I step up to take a closer look. I feel the leather bonds after Brian is done. The touch exhilarates my senses. I realize I will soon get to test it out for myself, first hand.

Our Longton hosts showed us the cabin after an extensive question and answer session, where they asked the questions and we provided the answers. I don't know how long we talked or how many questions we answered, but I think it lasted for nearly an hour. Finally, one of the leaders spoke up and suggested everyone get ready for the feast.

"Food done cook," He told us. "Good feast. Talk later."

He separated us from the others and showed us to the guest cabin. Every Longton village has a guest cabin. Smaller than the others and with only a single bedroom, Longtons will courteously construct a cabin for the occasional visitor before they even finish the permanent homes for themselves.

"You make ready for feast," He told us as he opened the door for Brian but did not bother with me. "Must change cloths. Wear festival cloths."

He looked curiously at my chest as he spoke, instantly washing away my last remnant of hope. I briefly hoped the feast might be a non-formal, family-type get together were we would all wear normal clothing - or at least normal by Longton standards. But his final words and the way he looked at me said otherwise. I instinctively knew what was on his mind.

Brian took me downstairs, but I don't think I even realized where we were going. My mind still reeled with his words. My thoughts only concentrated on a picture of myself in the toga. I didn't even see the sex toys upon first entering. I only came back to reality after Brian pointed them out.

* * * * *

"There's no time for that now," Brian pulls my hand away from the strap. "You better get ready. He said the food was done, and I'm sure they won't start without their visitors."

The leather strap of the X-shaped contraption is an interesting diversion, but Brian quickly pulls my mind away from exotic thoughts of intercourse and back to the humiliating experience of exposure.

"This is going to be very difficult," I turn to him.

He hopelessly tries to console me. "Just try not to think about it. You did fine with Jelick and Daniel. This won't be much different."

"But you don't get it," I try to make him understand. "It's impossible not to think about it! Don't you notice the way they all stare at my chest?"

He nods his head.

"How do you expect me not to think about it when they constantly remind me?" I try to explain. "Jelick and Daniel gave me a short break once in a while. But now, as soon as I go out there, I know there's constantly going to be an eye on my bare tit the entire time."

He considers this. I think I am getting through to him.

"It's the young men especially," I explain further. "They don't look at my face. When they talk to me, I see them look right at my chest. I already noticed it with the bikini. I can't imagine what it will be like with one of these big things exposed."

I look down upon my own naked chest. I've already taken off the bikini. My boobs look bigger than ever.

"But what other choice do you have?" He questions simply.

I no longer think I am getting through to him - or maybe I am. His words do nothing to console me, but I realize they are truthful. I really don't have any other choice in the matter. We must either abandon the mission or I must show them my boob.

Brian holds the toga but does not hand it to me. Instead, he only looks. He looks at my bare chest, but I don't mind.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself, but it is still going to be very difficult!"

"I know!" He agrees. "But you volunteered for this mission. You knew what you were getting into. Now it's time to earn your pay."

I turn around to take off my panty and put on the meager toga.

* * * * * 

My only comfort is that night approaches. The incessant Longton sun has disappeared from sight. I hold Brian back and prevent him from joining our hosts until the shadows disappear and dusk protects me.

But finally we must leave. A crowd already gathers outside. They want to ask us more questions. And, I know, the young men are anxious to see what I will look like in a toga.

I already see other women in togas. I sneak peaks at them through the corner window and the crack in the door. Six bare boobs casually mull around the trees outside our guest cabin. I can't help but notice the largest among them has only half my fullness.

I also see men; tall, young, sparsely clad men with well-muscled bodies waiting for me outside. If not for their connected eyebrows and flat noses, they might even look handsome. I can't help but imagine what they hide under their loincloths. It remains light enough outside to see them, just as it will be light enough for them to see me.

"We better go," Brian urges. "They probably wonder what is taking us so long."

He is right, I know. I cannot hold back the inevitable any longer.

"Are you all right to go out?" He questions.

I nod my head. "Might as well get it over with!"

"Try not to think about what you are wearing," He attempts to advise me with no success. "Concentrate on their words. I'm going to need lots of help in trying to understand all they say. Their words should hopefully take your attention away from their eyes."

I nod my head again.

"And just remember it will get better," He takes hold of the wooden door handle. "The beginning will be the worse, and then you will gradually get accustomed to it. You'll do fine!"

He opens the door and exposes me to a dozen hungry eyes.

"They ready!" Someone shouts.

"Feast begin!"

"Brian! Debbie ready!"

They almost run towards us.

Someone takes my right arm. Another takes my left. The grips of two young children, no more than ten years old, pull me along. More children hold Brian's arms. They lead us towards the center of the village and the smoking embers of the fire.

I feel the eyes attack me as soon as we step outside.

"I like!" I notice one of them speak.

"Wow!" I hear another.

They refuse to hold back. I think I blush red with embarrassment. About ten pairs of eyes are suddenly upon me.

Luckily, the pull of the children quickly relieves my humiliation. They pull us quickly, away from the others, leaving the men lusting in the rear. For a few seconds I am left alone.

But then I see the roaring fire up ahead. The center of the camp no longer contains a smoldering, smoking pit of leaf-covered goodies. Someone has removed the leaves and food to replace them with timber. The fire roars furiously. I think only of its bright light for all to see me by.

The children make it worse because they hold my arms - but perhaps that is a good thing. They prevent me from running away or trying to cover myself as the villagers stand up from the fallen logs to greet us.

"Not fast!" Brian tells the children. "Slow. More time eat time."

I am thankful for Brian's words. The children almost have us running towards the fire, and I certainly don't want to run. Thankfully, they listen to Brian's words and slow to a walk.

"Visitor Brian," The leader of the village steps to the front. "And lovely Servant Debbie."

His eyes grind into my exposed chest. I feel them clearly, along with every other male in the village, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable.

He bows, and I am forced to take a bow in reply - just like I had to do with Daniel and Jelick earlier in the day. The eyes continue to pierce me.

"Yes, lovely," He sighs in response, making me feel even more uncomfortable. "Welcome Visitors. Nabo feast. Guest honor, you be. Come."

The children leave us. The leader motions to an empty log for us to sit down upon. The furnishings are not fancy, but then I don't expect much. I feel as though I am back on a Girl Scout campout - except for the exposed breast.

"You guest," A heavy clay plate full of food is handed to each of us by a cute young lady similarly dressed in a toga just like me. I realize she must still be young, only perhaps 16 years old by Earth standards. I can tell her age by the firmness of her boob: good size yet still firm and pert.

And then I think of my own boob and what these men can all tell about me. 'Do they know I've never bore children?' I question to myself. 'Can they tell my nipple has never been suckled?' 

"Eat! Taste!" I hear. The words divert my thoughts back to the plate I hold in my hands.

"Good!" Brian says. "Good! Good! Taste Debbie! Good."

The food on my plate looks delicious. It even smells good. I don't know the name of most of the items, but after spending the last 24 hours eating cold sandwiches it makes my mouth water.

It really does taste good; even delicious. I especially enjoy the meat of the orghingtal. It is spicy and tastes like a wild beast. Even the vegetables and bread are delicious. I savor food with a spicy, wild, and even a bit of a smoky taste to it. It reminds me of the barbeques my father used to cook. It is so good it makes me momentarily forget about the clothing I wear.

The others start to eat immediately after us. The Longtons first fill everyone's plate, dividing the food in equal proportions between the adults and then smaller proportions to the children. Only after everyone has a plate full of food do they start to eat.

The Longtons look as though they haven't eaten in days. They attack their plates like wild beasts. No one speaks. They only eat. Silverware isn't used; only fingers. Eating utensils haven't yet been invented on Longton. We drink a type of iced tea from heavy clay cups.

"Good!" Brian speaks after he is done. "Could eat more."

I give him a poke with my elbow. He has made a mistake. I would like to eat more too, but I know there will be no more. My research has taught me that Longtons equally divide food amongst the villagers and then save the rest. No one goes back for seconds. No one person is given priority or provided with extra helpings. I realize that may be why no one is fat, and it is probably why all the men have such gorgeous hunk bodies.




Mission to a New World Ch. 05



Luckily, no one seems to have heard Brian's disrespectful remark - or else they don't want to admit they heard it. I must remember to explain his mistake to him later.

I finish soon after, and when I look up I see others finished too. Even our host, sitting to my right and on the side of my exposed tit, looks right at it.

"Best meal any village over many travel days," I pay a compliment to break his stare.

His face beams with a wide smile, and then he repeats my words to others down the line.

"Debbie much kind," He thanks me for my compliment and then returns with one of his own. "Debbie kind. Like you much. Much like big milk holders."

His words shock me. I am taken aback, not quite sure how to respond. I know he means it as a compliment, but I am not accustomed to a man coming right out and telling me that I have big boobs.

"Thank you," I meekly reply after a long delay, feeling more confused than embarrassed.

"Yes, thank you," Brian adds. "Find Debbie on quest."

"Ah!" Our host exclaims as though blessed with a sudden realization. "That why Debbie speak better!"

"Yes," Brian tells him. "Me further. She closer from."

"Ah!" Our host nods again. "Much explains."

He passes on the story to others, who also nod their heads. It appears as though my superior language ability has been the source of a great deal of curiosity amongst the villagers.

"You much blessed Debbie travel with," One of the Longton men speaks to Brian. "She much cost?"

Brian nodes his head and proceeds to tell the Longtons our cover story. He tells them about his village and their great luck in discovering a cave near the village with many precious stones. He produces a handful of sapphires from his pocket to prove the story. The Longtons gasp in awe at the sight.

"Brian quest good fortune," He tells them. "Not give, but spend. Not fair one much; others little."

The Longtons like this even more. Many murmur in agreement. I am not sure if Brian realizes it, but he has just been elevated in status to the equivalent of a holy man or a priest. For just as Longtons equally divide the feast between everyone in the village, they also believe in sharing good fortune and wealth. It is one of their fundamental beliefs, and it is one of the things I have always admired about them in my research.

Curiously, however, they do not believe in dividing wealth between villages. Dividing it between members within a village is expected, but not between one village and the next. Instead, charity between villages must be earned. They believe it the moral duty of a wealthy village to use their status to essentially help bring good fortune to others. One of the ways of doing this is to select a representative to go out on a quest to tell stories, spread news, and to generally spend his wealth. In Brian's case, they believe he is the representative. I can tell our cover story has worked brilliantly by the pleasant expressions on their faces.

"Journey near done," Brian attempts to explain with difficulty. "Little left. Need turn back. Too far home away. Speak too hard, but nine days past..."

He pauses and turns it over to me to finish. "Brian try say," I interpret in what I hope is better Longtonese than what he speaks. "Time return home gone past. Further get from home, tell stories Brian harder. Brian and Debbie start return home, but nine days past see star fall. Brian decide go more. Brian duty. Brian quest if star fall bad or good omen."

The eyes of the Longtons light up. "Yes! We see too!" Someone speaks to our left.

"Nine days past!" One of the younger Longtons agrees. "Near here. Me see!"

Now I think our eyes light up too.

"You see your eye?"

"Me see mine own eyes!" The young Longton confirms. "Big rock!" He demonstrates the size of the rock with his hands. "Big sound! Much fire! One of four that way," He points.

I know "one of four" means one quarter of a days walk from here. We are close. We have arrived at the right place. I look at Brian as he looks back at me. I know we both think the same thought: Our mission should be easy.

"Me like see," Brian tells them. "Me like see much see!"

"Yes," I add. "Must see to tell story others. Must know if fall star good or bad omen."

"Bad, me think," The young Longton gives his opinion. "Big sound! Much fire! Be bad."

"Me like see," Brian reiterates. 

"Yes," I add again. "We walk nine days. Much like see. Then we turn home. Debbie miss home much."

They debate the request, talking amongst themselves, almost whispering. I hear some of it, but most of what they say is either too quite or too fast for me to understand. But finally, in the end, they agree.

"Me take Brian to star fall," The young Longton tells us. "In two days future, me take."

I would have preferred to go first thing in the morning, but I also know that we must not be pushy. I look at Brian and Brian looks back at me. We give our agreement.

"Now more story!" Our Longton host changes the subject. "Tell story about your travel. Both tell."

* * * * * 

I soon forget about my near-nudity. Brian does a fair job at telling well rehearsed fictitious stories about the villages and people we have met during the last three months of our journeys. I make up additional detail as he goes along. The Longtons all gather around us as we speak.

I soon find myself concentrated so much on making things up that I forget about my near topless condition. Similarly, I think the Longtons also forget when they become interested in our stories. They gather around us, sitting in a semi-circle, the fire blazing behind them. It is just like Brian predicted.

I soon find myself the center of attention, and it is not just because of my clothing. They appear to genuinely enjoy our stories, and they look mostly to me to tell them. We are like entertainers who arrive at the village to put on a performance - and in a strange way, I suppose we do, for most of what we tell them is fiction.

One young man seems to take particular interest in me - and I in him. His name, I learn, is Keviniski. He is a young man, probably no more than 20 Earth-years old, and has lived in Nabo for all his life. I notice mostly the build of his body, for he is well built; built as solid as a house. The guy must be about 6-foot-2, big even by Longton standards. What stands out most is his bulging muscles that appear to swell out from all over. He could be the star linebacker for a football team, and he looks especially inviting in his shirtless and almost pants-less condition, wearing only the meager loincloth. I can't help but want to see what he has to offer underneath. I also want to experience it. 'He must be big,' I think to myself, given the size of the rest of him. I find myself wanting to feel him inside.

I think Keviniski somehow knows I am attracted to him, for he gets up and sits closer to me. I remain on the log while he sits on the ground directly at my feet. My ecstasy grows. I used to fantasize about men like this. I would imagine myself trying to attract him with a tight fitting T-shirt or maybe a low cut blouse. And here I am wearing even less.

"Tell me Debbie about," He looks right at me while speaking to Brian. "How find her.

"Debbie live village Sado," Brian answers. "Much lovely and good servant too! Brian like her quick."

"Debbie father leader of village," I add with some difficulty. "Brian like me. Father like Brian. And Debbie like to join quest. Like see things. Like learn things. Like talk many people."

"How old Debbie?" He questions.

"Twenty-seven," I lie to him a little. I am actually 34, but that is in Earth-years. On Longton I am 27.

"Me like milk holders," He then tells me.

"Me too! Me too!" Others agree.

There it is again! The Longtons talk about milk in relation to my boobs. Keviniski speaks of the large quantities of milk my boobs are sure to produce. He is probably right, I know, but the way he says it makes me worry.

"But must ask," Keviniski goes on. "Why Debbie never nursed? Why Debbie dry?"

I immediately understand his question. He makes it obvious by looking right at it; he looks right at my bare tit. I feel his eyes almost drill into my nipple. Somehow, he can tell I have never bore children and my boobs have never produced milk. I am not sure how he knows, but perhaps it is the same way I knew the girl we met earlier was young by her pert breasts. I figure it has something to do with my nearly flat nipple and firm tits.

Brian's nudge brings me out of my state of shock. "Not understand," He whispers.

He makes it even worse. Not only am I embarrassed, but I must now explain it to Brian as well.

"What he's trying to say," I whisper to him in English. "He questions why I've never had a child. He somehow knows my breasts have never produced milk for a child."

Brian sits up in shock. "How know that?"

I can only shrug my shoulders.

"Me understand now!" Brian quickly regains his composure. "Debbie no baby. Know not why. Me try many times. Much hard try, but no baby."

He smiles at me as he says the "much hard try" part. I notice others smile too. I think I turn red with embarrassment.

"Maybe me try!" Keviniski states to my astonishment. "Me try very hard too! Maybe many try!"

He turns to the other men. They all nod in agreement.

Now I know for certain that I turn red. I feel embarrassed. I feel humiliated - completely. The handsome man sitting at my feet, the male Longton who I have just tried to picture naked has offered to fuck me. He has offered to impregnate my womb with his sperm. And not only himself, he offers the service of other cocks too. I can't believe what is happening.

Thankfully, Brian comes to my rescue. "Brian thank you, but not. Many try before. No try good."

I breathe easier, thankful of his answer, and also thankful he speaks the Longton words correctly. It would be even more embarrassing if he somehow messed up on a translation now.

A sorrowful look comes over Keviniski's face. I am shocked to discover he really does want to try to impregnate me. In fact, I think he wants to fuck me even more than I want it. Some of the others probably do too. In all our research of the Longton culture, we never had any indication of non-monogamous relationships, but then we had no indication of the sex tools in the bedrooms either. It looks as though the Longtons, or at least the men of this Longton village, occasionally like to share their female servants.

* * * * * 

I feel exhilarated by the time we finally make it back to our guest cabin. I not only survived the evening, but I actually had a good time.

"We did great!" I speak with relief as soon as the door closes, and I can finally talk in English again. Three hours of speaking Longtonese was a lot of work.

"You did great!" Brian hugs me. "I couldn't have done it without you. Where did you ever get all that detail to add to our cover story? You even had me believing it!"

I shrug my shoulders as soon as he unclasps me enough from his grasp to do so.

"You were especially cool when Allen started asking about your tits!" He looks down at the bare one. "Oh, excuse me," He laughs. "I mean your milk holders."

I start to laugh along with him. It is not because it is funny; it is because I am so relieved.

"You did great!" He kisses me.

"Thank you," I say. "And thank you for not turning me over when they wanted to..." I am embarrassed even to say it.

He smiles. "Are you sure about that?" He speaks in a mischievous voice. "It looked as though you were a little interested back there."

I think about it and agree. "You noticed?"

"Yea, I noticed," He says. "You looked like you wanted him to take you back to his cabin and fuck your brains out."

"Brian!" I say in shock. I am more shocked by the accuracy of his words than what he actually said.

"Come on, admit it," Brian nudges me. "I could tell you were attracted to him."

I think I turn red. "Well, I guess he was good looking," I admit shyly. "Not so much in his face with those busy eyebrows, but the rest of him was a real hunk."

"I thought so," Brian speaks as though uncovering a revelation. "You looked horny as hell back there! You still do!"

I think again of the bedroom. I think of the leather straps. And mostly I think of the dildos waiting for me up on the shelf.

"Shall we go downstairs," Brian offers.

I cannot speak. I only nod in agreement.

Brian leads me by my arm and we head downstairs.

We quickly undress. Or rather, Brian undresses and then he undresses me. Beneath his meager loincloth I see an erect cock.

This time he decides against tying me up right away. Instead, I ask if I can play with him first.

"You hardly let me look at it last time," I look down at his engorged staff and beg like a little girl. "Can I please play with your toy a little while first?"

Brian knows what I want and immediately accepts. I go down to my knees to play with him.

I am glad to discover he has a very nice cock. Not huge, but of good size. It feels as hard as a rod of steel. I take full advantage of his promiscuity through my fingers. I feel and manipulate it all around. I play with it to make it pre-cumm, and then I continue to play with it to make it pre-cumm even more. I play with him until I hear him moan above me and I think he is ready to cumm. Then I stop.

"Now it's your turn," I speak as I back myself up into the "X" shaped contraption.

The wood of this new device feels even better than the chains of last time. Brian secures me properly by the arms and legs. And then, after I am shackled down so tight I can hardly move a muscle, he has his way with me.

I am thankful we have our own cabin this time. I am also thankful it is separated from the others and is off by itself. I like it better that way because it gives me the freedom to moan and cry out with as much pleasure as I want. I no longer need to hold back.

Like the last time, Brian starts with my big tits. He plays with them and gives me the equivalent of a chest massage. All men like to play with my big tits. Brian seems to be even more entranced by their size than most.

A few minutes later he moves down to my pussy and it gets even better. This time he tries something new. He sucks on my nipples and fingers my clit at the same time. I really like this.

First he opens me up with his fingers, and then later he opens me even further with his cock. He inserts his cock and fucks me, but he is careful not to explode inside me, at least not yet. Luckily, he lasts a long while because of our earlier fucking session, but he still pulls out before it is too late. Then he goes over to the shelf to select the smallest sized dildo.

"No, please!" I go back to my play acting. "Not again! Please Brian, not the dildo again tonight."

He only smiles in response. Brian seems to like the way I play act over sex. I will have to remember to do it more often.

He uses the dildo on me for a long time. Or rather, he uses a whole variety of different sized dildos. He experiments with the four smallest sizes, gradually going up in size every few minutes. Each time I beg him not to, but thankfully he refuses.

"Please, not bigger!" I cry out. "Oh my God! Look at the size of that thing! I'll never be able to take it all."

But I do. Every time, I take it. And the last one is the best of all.

"No! No!" I cry out more with this one than the others. "Oh my God! It's even bigger than the last. There's no way I'm going to be able to accept it all."

Again, I am proven wrong.

I have my first orgasm from size number 2. A second orgasm comes many minutes later when Brian inserts size 4. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a night. By the end of the first day on Longton, I have four.

Finally, Brian finishes off the evening with a hearty fuck. This time, however, he first unties me. He says he wants me in a different position. "I want to do you doggy style," He instructs.

I am more than happy to oblige. I like to be fucked from behind. It happens to be my favorite position.

A few minutes later I have my fifth orgasm of the day.

To be continued...

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Mission to a New World Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Witness

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Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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"I have something to tell you," Brian takes me aside. "But I'm not sure if I want to tell you."

It is the next morning, the start of our first full day among the Longtons. Brian has just returned from a swim in the river. Except for the aged and the young boys, all male Longtons walked to the river to bath. Brian naturally went along with them.

"What happened?" I question as he takes me by the arm and leads me away from the communal cooking area. "Are we in danger? Did something happen? Do we have to leave?" I immediately assume the worse.

"Not that!" He says only, calming my fears but giving little other assurance. I thought maybe the Longtons discovered a lie and we had to sneak out of camp.

"Is it the satellite?" I take another guess. "Is it something with the satellite? Did someone already get hurt by it?"

"Not that either," He answers succinctly. "It has nothing to do with the satellite at all. It's with the Longton men!"

"What about them?" I give up. "What is it? You look like you just saw a ghost!"

"Maybe I did!" He shakes his head. "I don't know! Maybe I just imagined it, but I know what I saw!"

He stops walking only after we are on the outskirts of camp. We stand amongst the trees, a hundred yards away from the nearest Longton, clearly out of listening range.

"Maybe I shouldn't even tell you!" He confesses. "Especially you, being a woman and all, maybe I shouldn't tell you. I can't believe it myself!"

"What?" I question, my curiosity rising. "Stop talking in riddles. Just tell me!" 

"I saw it when I bathed with them," He speaks slowly. "I saw it when we were down by the river. At first I thought I was seeing things, but then I looked again and again. I couldn't fucking believe it!"

My curiosity turns into irritation. "Brian!" I rebuke him. "It can't be that bad! Just tell me." I have to almost beg.

He remains silent for several more seconds, but at least I can see he thinks about it. He looks as though he is contemplating how to tell me.

"It has to do with these Longton men," He finally starts. "I discovered a little detail about this planet that the previous expeditions chose not to put in their reports."

He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper. Even though no Longton is anywhere within hearing range, he talks as though they might be listening to us with hidden microphones.

"Maybe, I suppose, the other expeditions never discovered it, although I find that hard to believe. I figure they never mention it in their reports for the same reason they didn't tell us about the bedrooms. I think they maybe felt too ashamed to tell us."

His mention of the bedroom sends a shiver through my body. A hot wave of sexual energy passes over me. I think of the sex toys he used last night to give me pleasure.

"Go on," I prod him. "Don't keep me in the dark. What are you talking about?"

"I was just out at the river," He starts again. "I just got back from taking a bath with a bunch of Longton men. I saw them in the water, and they were swimming in the nude."

A second wave of sexual energy travels through my body. It hits me as soon as he sounds the single word, "nude." An image immediately forms in my mind of a group of young, handsome, and very "nude" Longton males. In particular, I picture Keviniski in the nude, casually swimming butt-naked. I cannot help but be stimulated by the thought.

"So what?" I try not to ask with too much excitement. "Of course they were nude. Why would someone take a bath with their cloths on?"

"You don't understand," He shakes his head and speaks slowly. "I'm not sure how to explain this, but when I saw them naked I couldn't help but notice these Longton men are really well built."

I laugh a little. "Is that all?" I can't help but laugh at him. "You mean you only just discovered this now? I could have told you that five seconds after we first met Daniel and Jelick!"

"No, no, no!" Brian interrupts. "That's not what I mean! It's more than that. I mean they are really well built!"

"Oh yes, I know!" I say again. "Especially that Keviniski. If not for that stubbed nose and bushy eyebrow, the guy would be a real hunk. I mean he really has some muscles on him. What a body!"

Brian shakes his head. I notice he does not laugh with me.

"I'm not talking about their muscles," He speaks very seriously. "Or at least I'm not talking about all their muscles. I'm only talking about one muscle in particular."

A thought enters my mind, but no! It can't be that! I think my mind plays tricks on me, caused by the previous day's sexual activity. It must be from my increased hormonal level.

"When I say these Longton men are really built," Brian goes on. "I'm not talking about their muscles. I'm saying they are really well built in another department. I'm talking about their equipment."

Brian brings his hand up to my mouth as though to stop me from crying out. I realize my mouth stands wide open as if I am about to let out a scream.

I finally understand! The thought in my mind is accurate. I understand his meaning, but still, I am not certain. I think it could still be my hormones.

"What exactly do you mean, equipment?" I have to ask, feeling embarrassed at the need to ask.

"You know," He sounds embarrassed too. "Their peckers."

"Oh my God!" I cry out into the palm of his hand. "Are you serious? You better not be joking with me!"

"I'm deadly serious," He answers back.

I can tell by the sound of his voice that he really is serious. Brian is not joking with me at all.

"Which one?" I have to ask. "Which one are you talking about?"

Brian looks back perplexed, but it only lasts a moment. "Not one, all of them," He speaks to my astonishment. "I'm talking about all of them! Every one of them! They are really hung!" 

His hand again rushes up to my open mouth to prevent me from crying out, even though he needs not worry. I remain too much concentrated on the image in my mind to cry out. I see Keviniski again, swimming naked in the river, except now he has a long tube of dick swinging down from between his legs. I imagine his pecker hanging halfway down to his knees.

The next question is obvious. I need to know, but I don't know quite how to ask it. I consider it awkward; too undignified for a good girl to ask.

"Well?" I attempt.

"Well what?" Brian fails to understand at all.

"You know!" I speak timidly. "I really need to know. How big are you talking about?"

He steps back and pulls his hand from my mouth. Then he looks down, down at his own loincloth, and positions his hand as if to demonstrate.

I am amazed! I can't believe it! He positions his open palm about one-third the distance from his crotch to his knees.

"You got to be kidding!" I speak in amazement.

Brian only needs to shake his head.

"Holy fuck!" I can't help but cry out with both enthusiasm and embarrassment. "I don't believe it! You're talking about..." I take a guess. "It looks like you are talking about 8 inches."

He nods his head in agreement.

"Holy fuck, I don't believe it!" I say again.

"I couldn't believe it either," Brian admits. "And I only saw them when they were still flaccid! Maybe these Longton men don't elongate as much as Earth men, but even so..."

He need not finish. "Wow!" I finish for him. "Even if they don't get any bigger they really have to be big!"

"Exactly!" He nods and continues. "And if they do elongate..."

"And if they do," I finish again. "They would have to be huge! Monstrous! How could a woman take it all?"

I feel myself smile at my own words, increasing my arousal. Unlike Brian, I see it very clearly - or at least I can fantasize about it very clearly. A fantasy quickly plays out in my mind. It is of one of the Longton men trying to take me but having trouble fitting it inside as I have orgasm after orgasm.

* * * * * 

I couldn't keep my concentration for the rest of the morning. Every time I saw a Longton male my eyes inevitably roamed down to his loincloth. And every time my eyes saw his loincloth, my mind invariably imagined the long dong on the opposite side. I think I was practically worthless all morning.

To my dismay - and delight - Longton males stayed close to me all morning. Normally, Longton men and women tend to split apart and live very different lives during the day. Longton men will go off to work in the fields, split wood, or maybe do a little hunting. The women will stay in the village to do all the miscellaneous chores necessary for a village like Nabo to function. They will cook, clean, gather water, etc. In my case, however, I needed to help translate. Brian requested I stay near him due to my greater language skills.

The men of Nabo agreed, and I know a big part of the reason why: They wanted to keep an eye on me. Specifically, they liked me around so they could keep their eyes on my tits. I thought last night would have been enough. I provided them the opportunity to look at fully exposed breast for about three hours! However, this seemed to only wet their appetite. They continued to stair at my chest.

The combination of the meager clothing around my own body and the meager clothing of the men produced predictable results. It got me horny. And along with Brian's earlier observation about their cock size, it kept me plenty horny all morning. I was soon in heat.

Part way through the morning it got even worse. It started with a simple revelation, I think about an hour before lunch. It came to me out of nowhere, like a revelation from a higher power. I'm surprised I didn't think of it sooner, but I suppose my brain could only absorb a limited amount of sexual ecstasy at one time. The revelation was wildly erotic and put me even further into heat.

It happened as I sat beside Brian and listened to a rather boring story told by one of the elder Longtons on how the village of Nabo was first founded. I listened contently, trying to pay attention and understand his words the best I could. He was saying something about flood when it hit me. I put two seemingly independent facts together and almost stopped breathing when I considered it. The elder Longton stopped speaking and looked at me confused.

I put together Brian's description of their cocks and the dildos on the shelf. Or more specifically, I thought of the large size of the Longton cocks and the large size of the dildos. I realized the two were connected. The Longton men had to really be as big and gifted as Brian described! Further, they had to elongate just like Human males! They had to grow to reach the same size of the dildos, and the largest of the dildos was about 15 inches long! Or almost three times longer than the average human male.

I don't remember anything else the elder Longton told us. In fact, I remember little else since then.

"Can we go back now?" I whisper to Brian as I walk beside him through the forest.

Two Longton men walk in front of us. They want to take us to the trap that caught the orghintal two days before. I can't help but keep my eyes on their nearly bare asses the entire way.

"Please Debbie!" Brian tries to quiet me. "Keep your panties on!"

He knows I want it! I've asked him three times already. My pussy burns for the feel of one of the dildos; preferably the next size bigger, number five. I also feel myself wet with lust and think I can even smell it. I never thought it possible for a girl to be so much in heat.

"Here," A young Longton points to a common piece of ground. Only after he stoops down to sweep back a few leaves do I see it actually covers a large pit dug into the soil and cleverly disguised with sticks and leaves.

"Good!" Brian smartly compliments him. "Brian trap if not tell. Fall in."

The Longton laughs. "No fear! We sign use."

He points out two broken tree branches just in front of the pit. I realize this is a sign for other Longtons to announce the trap and avoid falling in. We will have to remember to look for such signs on our way back to the shuttle.

"Yes! Common sign!" Brian pretends to already know.

"Sign used your village same?"

Brian ingeniously answers that the signs used by his village and those further East are of a slight variation shaped more like a V instead of an X.

"Good to know!" The Longtons all nod their heads.

"Much same," Brian concludes. "Brian think all Longtons use much same sign."

I momentarily forget about the dildos until one of the Longtons says we must start back to camp for the noon siesta. I want to run back at the mere suggestion. Brian must give me a nudge to keep me from improperly walking ahead of my male.

"Keep your panties on," He whispers three more times on the way back.

* * * * * 

"You have got to be the horniest woman I have ever met!" Brian tells me as soon as we step inside. "I wish I got to know this side of you back on Crion."

"It's these Longtons," I try to explain what I can't explain. "It's their clothing. It's their asses. It's what you told me about them earlier. And it's the sex dungeon downstairs! Oh God! This place is putting me into heat!"

"I can see that!" Brian smiles.

He sees I am already naked. Without thinking, I pull down my panties and untie my bikini straps. They lay only a few steps in from the front door.

"Please," I pant. "I really need it. Take me downstairs."

His smile becomes even bigger.

I am at his mercy. No leather yet encircles my wrists. No strap yet bounds my ankles. Yet I remain at his mercy. He has me. I ignore my inhibitions and put aside all that is proper for a proper young lady.

Brian says nothing as he takes me by the arm and leads me downstairs. A minute later I lie on the bed, face up, with my wrists and ankles stretched to the four corners. This is the first time he has tied me to the bed, and I like it.

"You are the biggest slut I have ever met," He tells me after I am secured. "Just wait until I tell the other two guys back on Crion what a slut you are. And then I'm going to tell the young guys on Atlantis too."

His words surprise me. I haven't thought about Crion for a long time. My job in the lab seems like a lifetime ago. The part of me that sat behind the computer terminal on Crion seems so different than the woman now strapped down to this bed. Brian reminds me of my deviant behavior, and it mysteriously makes me even hotter.

"You are going to have men lining up outside your apartment door," He goes on. "They will be lined up waiting for their turn on your tits and to take their turn to fuck you."

"Please no!" I momentarily revert back to my previous life. "Please, you can't tell anyone! Even your closest buddies."

I see his hands move closer. One hand moves to my tits. The other travels down to my pussy, but they do not quite touch.

"What was that?" He questions. "Did you just say that you want me to leave you alone?"

I am shocked. But more than that, I know what he wants. He teases me. He wants me to speak the opposite of what I want. If I don't... I cannot bear it.

"Please Brian!" I beg him to no avail.

"What was that?" He questions again. "What did you just ask me to tell my closest buddies?"

He is good, really good! He has me! The proper, professional woman back on Crion battles with the slut now strapped to this bed. I already know who will win. I know I have no choice. I desperately need it, but there is no way I can get off by myself, not in my current position.

I take a deep breath and say it. "Tell them," I say simply. "I want you to tell them what a slut I am."

Brian immediately rewards me for my words. One hand starts to tease my left nipple. A finger from his other hand enters my slick cunt a second later.

"What a whore!" He tells me. "Oh Debbie, you are such a slut whore!"

"I'm a whore," The battle is complete. "I'm a slut whore."

"And I'm going to tell everyone," He continues to finger my cunt and tease my left nipple. "I'm going to tell all the guys back at the station about what a cunt you are. You are such a wanton slut you will do it for free!"

"I am!" I cry out in ecstasy and orgasm right there. My back arches. I raise up my waist. Wave after wave of hot ecstasy travels through me, originating in my pussy and pulsating through the rest of my body. I can't believe it. I have orgasmed with just his touch. My body is in even greater heat than I realized.

"Oh Debbie!" You say to me with shock. "I guess our little conversation this morning affected you more than I realized."

"Oh Brian!" I pant after one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced. "Oh God! I don't believe I came so fast!"

His finger remains inside me. I forced it deeper when I arched my back, and then he continued to finger me all through my orgasm. He still does. It feels great.

I attempt to come back down off my high and stop breathing so hard, but it is difficult with his finger still moving around inside me. Brian is an excellent finger-fucker. He knows exactly where to touch me.

"It's the straps," I admit to him, still panting from exertion. "It's everything about this planet, but I think it's mostly the straps. I've never been strapped down and fucked before."

He smiles. "I'll have to remember that when we get back to the station and tell others."

There he goes again, telling me how he is going to tell the other men. It worries me, but it also excites me. I think of sex on a regular bases; like the last 24 hours.

"Tell me really," I have to ask. "I mean no kidding around. Are you really going to tell all the other guys?"

He does not answer. Instead, his head bows down to my chest. His lips move to what is now a very hard nipple.

"Please!" I pant against the touch of his wet tongue to my sensitive nipple. "I'm serious! I don't want everyone in the lab to think I'm a slut."

He still does not answer. Brian instead uses his hand to push my big boob in from the side and make the nipple protrude further into his mouth.

I give up for the moment, but I remember that I will have to ask later. I will ask him when my body is not in such a vulnerable, helpless position, being breast-feed and finger fucked at the same time. First one boob and then the other, he gives equal time to each nipple. I want it to last forever, but I know there is something else I want more.

He stands up and walks to it, towards the shelf full of dildos. His loincloth, I notice, sticks straight out when he walks as a result of a very pronounced erection. The guy has lots of stamina. Four times yesterday and now he is ready to go again. I want him also, but there is something else I want more.

He looks at the dildos as though contemplating a major decision. Only after considerable thought does he select the one in the fourth position.

"Oh Brian!" I start to pant again as he starts walking towards me. "Please, don't start out so big. I don't think my pussy can be opened up so much at once."

"Don't worry!" He assures me. "You're stretched plenty already. I notice your twat gets stretched a little more each time."

I wonder if I should believe him or not.

"Besides, you need to be stretched," He continues. "Because I have an idea that will require you to be stretched."




Mission to a New World Ch. 06



I do not know the meaning behind his words. And a moment later I don't care, for I start to feel him work the big thing inside me. It is a tight fit. I know it will fit because I already experienced the same size last night, but it feels even bigger now. I wonder if I might have seen him pick the wrong size off the shelf.

"I think you need to more fully research this culture," He tells me as the head squeezes inside. "I think you should do a more detailed study of this culture's sexual habits."

I suddenly understand. "Study their sexual habits?" I ask almost in a squeal. "How do you propose I do that?"

Brian smiles down at me from between my legs. It isn't hard to guess what is on his mind.

"I think you already know the answer," He says simply. "It's rather simple, really. You need to experience one of the men for yourself."

"Oh my God!" I cry out. "Do you mean sex?"

"Why not?" Brian shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh my God!" I say again. "Do you mean you want me to let one of these men fuck me?"

Brian nods again.

"I don't know!" I think about it, although it is difficult to think clearly with what must be a 4 inch thick dildo being driven up my cunt. It is inserted almost all the way inside me now. I can't help but imagine it is no dildo, but instead one of Longton men and his giant cock. I close my eyes and imagine myself being fucked by Keviniski as Brian begins to fuck me with the dildo.

"Of course you won't be able to fuck him right away," I hear Brian speak as though he is in some far off land. "But that is where I come in. That's where the dildos come in. I'm going to have to practice with you. Just like when you practiced the language with me, I'm going to have to practice sex with you."

I feel myself smile at this thought.

"It will be my job to ream you out," He says next.

"Oh my!" I can't believe the words I just heard. "Do you mean the dildos?"

"Exactly," Brian answers. "Each time we're going to do one size bigger. I'm going to ream you out a little wider and a little deeper each time. You're taking about 13 inches now, and in about another minute we are going to go for the next size bigger. I'm going to keep going up in size until you are capable of taking any dick you choose."

"Oh my!" I tremble at the thought.

"Even Keviniski!" He adds.

I open my eyes and look. 'How did he know?' I question to myself. He somehow knew exactly who I was thinking about.

"I saw the way you looked at him earlier," He tells me. "I saw the way you eyed his crotch and stared at his ass when he wasn't looking."

"Oh yes," I have to agree. "God he's beautiful. He's such a hunk!"

Brian nods his head. "You have a good eye, Debbie. I agree. You picked the right one, especially after I saw him naked this morning."

My curiosity grows. "What do you mean?" I have to question.

He moves closer. With his hand constantly pumping the big dildo in and out of me without letup, he crawls nearer. He crawls on his knees around from the end of the bed and kneels at my side. He moves from between my legs to my side while continually pumping the whole time.

"I don't know how you did it, Debbie," He bends lower and whispers into my ear. "But somehow you knew. You picked the right one."

My curiosity grows more. I think I know what he means, but I have to hear it. "What exactly do you mean?" I question.

"I saw about a dozen naked Longton men this morning," He tells me. "And Keviniski clearly had the biggest of the lot."

I immediately arch my back into my second noon-time orgasm.

* * * * * 

A drop of sweat trickles down on my nose. Wet hair ends stick to my shoulders. Beads of water form on my big tits and slowly dribble to the floor. My body must look as though I have just stepped out of the shower.

I want to wipe the water off my brow. I try to pull my hands free from the leather shackles. I wish I could do something, anything, just to be released from his control. But I can't. I am helpless, and I know the helplessness is what keeps me at my heightened state of sexual madness.

I stand at his total control. The first two orgasms came on the bed. He attempts the third while I am shackled to the X-shaped contraption. Amazingly, size number five slithers inside me. I can't believe I have the equivalent of a 13-and-a-half inch cock sliding up and down my hole. Like the others, Brian had a difficult time with it at first, but now it slides easy.

The cramp in my shoulder appears again. I feel it harden. My arms are not accustomed to standing above my head for so long. I attempt to sway my upper body back and forth to get the muscle to relax, but little movement is possible in my shackled position. The problem is my legs. I can hardly move them. Brian has them spread apart so wide they can't be spread any further. And then there is the pistoning dildo in the middle. I feel so helpless, and the helplessness only makes me hotter.

I don't know how long I've been like this. It feels like hours, but I no longer have a sense of time. I wish it to end. I want Brian to stop - but not simply to stop. First, I want my reward. I grow anxious for my third orgasm of the day.

Just then I see him. I never heard him enter the house. Neither did I hear him walk down the stares - which is of no wonder, giving all the grunts and groans I make. Suddenly, he is just there.

"Oh no!" I involuntarily cry out in English at his sight.

Brian does not here me. He remains on his knees, just in front of me, religiously screwing the dildo in and out of me with his back towards the door.

A young man walks in. I see a Longton man. He is a good looking, young Longton man, perhaps in his teenage years. I hardly notice his flat nose or bush eyebrows in the dim light of the bedroom. He actually looks to be quite handsome. I see he looks strong, with an impressive build, but then I realize what all he can see.

"Brian!" I cry out. "Behind you!"

Brian fails to look. Instead, the young Longton looks. He looks right at me. He looks at my sweat, and he looks at my struggle. I know he sees everything above my waist, and he sees it unencumbered. I remain topless and on full display for him.

"Brian!" I try again. "I'm serious! Look behind you."

He still fails to look. It is as though he remains too concentrated on my twat to hear my words. I can't believe this is happening to me.

Finally, the young Longton comes to my rescue. "Josh show star part."

Brian jumps at his words. He immediately stops pounding me with the monster mechanical dildo and turns around.

The young Longton, meanwhile, remains calm and unaffected as though he has walked in on couples playing sex games many times before - which I suppose he has! Nothing surprises me any more in the screwed up culture.

"Star part," The Longton says curiously. "Josh think Brian like!"

He holds something in both hands. It looks to be a steal plate of some kind, like perhaps the outer casing from a nuclear source. I worry someone has exposed the reactor, but I must first worry about my own exposure.

The young Longton brings his "star part" closer, and in the process approaches closer to me. He acts like I do not exist, although I know he sees me. I can tell by his eyes.

A void fills me as Brian pulls the dildo completely out and takes hold of the "star part." In its place comes the stranger's glare.

"Good! Brian like," Brian looks at the object while the stranger looks upon me. I cannot escape his sight. My arms and ankles remain shackled. I cannot hide my modesty.

"Oh God!" I want to scream but can only speak it in a whisper. My mind whirls. I do not know what to do. My natural reaction is to scream. I want to escape. I briefly consider yelling at Brian and telling him to provide me some cover. 'He could,' I think to myself, 'at the very least he could stand in front of my body to hide it.'

'But that would be the reaction of an Earthling!' I consider, and we are not Earthlings. I must play the part of a Longton woman.

'Think!' I tell myself. 'Calm down and think!'

Slowly, I do. I arrange my thoughts in order and consider my options. I do not like the result, but realize I must. I must play the part. I must fight my natural instincts and play the part of a Longton woman.

"Good look, Debbie!" The young Longton says simply.

"Oh God!" I cry out louder this time, realizing he is talking about me. I involuntarily let out a moan as the young man examines my body as though it is a hunk of meat. I feel incredibly embarrassed. I am totally humiliated. Here I am completely naked and totally helpless while a near-stranger admires my nude body. It feels far worse than last night in front of the fire. I at least had covering then, however meager. But now I have nothing. This man can look at both boobs and my pussy too. And considering my spread legs and the large dildo Brian just pulled out, I figure he can see quite a lot.

Brian, meanwhile, seems to have forgotten about me. He examines the "star piece" instead. He turns it over, looks at it critically, and takes a special interest in two small holes in the corners.

'Drop it!' I want to yell at him, but he remains seated on the bare ground while leaving me open to the young Longton's glare.

"Yes, Josh think Debbie nice look," The young Longton goes on.

Brian finally looks up. "You Josh?" He questions the stranger.

"Josh, yes"

"Josh right! Debbie good look!" Brian finally remembers me. He stands up and gives me a smile. I first think he is going to come to my rescue, but his smile only sends a shiver down my spine. It is a devilish, teasing little smile. For some strange reason it worries me, although I do not know why I worry.

"Yes, big milk holders!" Brian says to my astonishment. "You past see big milk holders?"

Pictures flash through my mind. I think back to two nights before when I made him drive the jeep with a hard-on. I think back to the previous morning when I embarrassed him in bed. I have a sinking feeling that it is pay back time.

"Big ever see!" Josh speaks to my dismay.

"Big," Brian grabs one of them. He places his hand on my left boob, taking if from below and hefting it up as though to show off its true size. "Big milk holder."

"Yes, big milk holders," Josh repeats with a smile. "Josh like big milk holders! Much big milk holders!"

Suddenly, I feel him too. To my amazement, he grabs me. The young Longton simply reaches out and grabs my right tit. He grabs it like Brian, taking it from the bottom and hefting it up into the air. I feel his strong, callused hands grab my meek boob and squeeze it. I must hold back a squeal.

"Much big milk holders!" Josh says again. "Heavy!"

Brian gives me another devilish little smile. I want to kill him. I can't believe he is subjecting me to such embarrassment. This is the most humiliating thing anyone has ever done to me. I have a strong desire to strangle him.

But at the same time I want to thank him, for Josh doesn't just grab my boob. Most of his hand supports my boob like a bra otherwise would have done, but I also feel his thumb rub across my hard, sensitive nipple. This young Longton knows how to handle a big set of tits. I must again fight from squealing out.

I feel so humiliated - yet at the same time I feel so good. I grow in confusion, not knowing what to feel! Two hands play upon my breasts, and they are the hands of two different men. The touch of the stranger is especially erotic because his hands are so warm and so hard. I feel his strength. I feel his sweat. And I feel the dirt still on his hands from working out in the fields all morning.

"Tight?" I hear Josh question. The meaning of his words is a mystery until I see him point down.

"Oh God!" I can't help but cry out at the realization.

One hand remains firmly planted on my tit, still caressing my nipple, while the other points down at my waist.

"Yes, tight," Brian casually tells him. "Debbie little. Very tight."

Josh leans over and looks. He draws closer to my pussy and looks at it! With his head bent low, I give Brian a hard stare. "Please" I mouth to him.

Brian only shakes his head in reply. "You know you're loving this," He whispers back to me.

'He knows!' I think to myself. I don't know how he knows, but he definitely knows. He can tell that deep down I really am enjoying this.

And then I realize why. He hears me moan with desire. He sees my chest heave with each breath. I wonder if he can even tell that my pussy is on fire. It is just like when I could read Brian's mind by the sight of his cock. He does the same with my body. It is such an unbelievable experience I wonder if it is all real.

"Me think tight too," The young Longton, Josh, straightens back up. "All Debbie good."

"Yes, very good," Brian agrees.

Brian lets go of my tits and looks at me. Both of them look. I notice their eyes roam up and down my body as though I am a side of beef. The worse part is that I can't do anything to prevent them from looking for as long as they want.

"Brian thank star part," Brian bows to him. "Star part good. Go see tomorrow?"

"Yes tomorrow!" Josh finally lets go. "Brian baby-make Debbie now?"

I gasp.

Brian just smiles. "Yes, Brian baby-make now."

I know full well what they are talking about. "Baby-make" is the equivalent of the popular English word, "fuck." Josh is asking Brian if he is going to now fuck me.

"Josh wish baby-make," Josh says to my increased astonishment. "Josh think fun baby make, Debbie is!"

"Yes, baby-make Debbie is!" Brian nods his head. "Maybe Josh baby-make later."

"Yes!" The young Longton grows visibly anxious.

I loose it and give Brian a hard stare. He has just told this young man that I am a good fuck. Even worse, he appears to offer me as a fuck. I can't believe it!

"Josh like baby-make Debbie. Josh good at baby-make."

I gasp again, but not at his words. I gasp at what I see. Josh turns, and in the process of turning I see his loincloth push out. He gives me a side profile, and I see the fabric of his loincloth swell out an almost obscene distance from his body. I think I might even be able to see the thing that causes it to swell from beneath it, but he turns quickly and it is difficult to see in the dim light. One thing I do know for certain, however: Brian wasn't exaggerating when he said they had long cocks. This Longton is still very young, but I can tell my the extensions of his loincloth that he is bigger than the dildo I just experienced.

By the time I regain my senses they are gone. I listen to the footsteps walk out of the room and up the stairs. I am left alone to contemplate my situation.

* * * * * 

I want to scream at Brian. I want to kill him. He has just embarrassed me more than I have ever been embarrassed before. I can't believe what has just happened! A total stranger saw me naked, grabbed my bare tit, and then said he wanted to fuck me!

But at the same time I find myself wanting to fuck him back. I want to fuck both of them: Brian tonight and maybe Josh tomorrow night. I can't get the picture of the protruding loincloth out of my mind. I've always wanted to experience a big cock. Every woman does. Few admit it, but we all want to know if size really does make a difference.

My heart races. My breathing labors. My entire body feels as though it has been thrown into an oven. My mind sways in a mass of humiliation and confusion. I want to kill Brian, yet at the same time I can't wait for him to walk back down the stairs to fuck me.

"What's right?' I question. 'What's wrong?"

Good girls are not supposed to get turned on when they display themselves naked to a stranger, yet I do. I wonder if I may have ingested some kind of drug that makes me horny, and then I wonder if the drug is nothing more than the big cocks of the Longton males.

"He will be your first," Brian speaks from the open doorway.

I jump. I never heard him approach. Suddenly, he is just there.

"Damn you!" I yell at him. "How could you do that to me!"

He stands in the doorway naked. I see the outline of his engorged erection in the soft light.

"I think he will be the first Longton male to fuck you," He ignores my words. "It's only logical, you know. A young Longton will have a smaller dick."

"Damn you!" I yell again.

Brian approaches. Slowly, he brings his erection closer.

"Just like the dildos, you need to start small and work your way up," He continues to ignore me. "You can start with Josh and eventually work up to Keviniski."

The mention of Keviniski sends a hot wave of excitement through my body. I want it! I want it bad! I think of the man with the callused hands, and then I think of the strong, good looking Keviniski taking hold of my tits too. I want Brian to fuck me more than I have ever been fucked before.

"Damn you," I try to reject him with little enthusiasm. 

"Although I have to admit, Josh was quite impressive himself," He smiles. "Don't you agree?"

I feel him enter. I am already spread. The tip of his pole is already moist - or perhaps it is from me. In either case, it enters easily. A real, live cock penetrates me.

"Yes!" I answer in a whisper. "Damn you, yes!"

He feels better than any dildo. Although not as wide and not as long, the real thing always feels better. I can't help but think about Josh and Keviniski. They will not only be real, but they are going to be as big as the dildo too - maybe even bigger.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I begin to pant in rhythm with his strokes. "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow night!" He breathes heavy too. "Or maybe the night after. As soon as I ream you out enough to accept them."

'Ream me out!' I like his choice of words. That's what he is doing. By progressively fucking me with longer and wider dildos, he indeed is reaming me out.

I look over Brian's shoulder and look towards the door. Unbelievably, I feel disappointment when I see no one there to witness my upcoming orgasm.

"We're going to have to keep practicing, again and again," He pistens faster. "We're going to have to keep practicing with the dildos, over and over again."

A hot wave of lust travels through my body. Talk of ever-larger dildos sends me over the edge - but then he stops.

"Of course, we could always give up," Brian stops while he is at his deepest point. "If you disagree, we can stop right now and go back to the ship."

"No!" I almost scream, desperate for him to go on. I try to hump him back, desperate to push myself into another orgasm, but he only moves with me, keeping his cock firmly implanted deep inside me.

"I want to try," I tell him. "Please, to do my research, I need to try one of them. Let me try Josh."

Brian seems to like my answer, for he quickly goes on. He pistens into me faster than before, quickly sending me into my third orgasm of the session. He cumms at the same time, baby-making deep inside me. The simultaneous orgasm lifts me into heaven.

To be continued...

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Mission to a New World Ch. 07



Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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Chapter 7: Discovery

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I have to know! I need to know! I must know! Are these Longton men really as big as Brian says? I need to satisfy my curiosity, and I think up the perfect way to do it.

Brian left me alone in the camp. He left two hours ago, before dawn, with Josh and four other Longtons. They went in search of the satellite.

I wanted to go too. I assumed I could go along at first, until the Longton men reminded me of the proper duty of a Longton woman.

"Debbie train good!" Keviniski spoke as soon as I approached close enough to be recognized in the light of his lantern. "Wake early. Help Brian."

I recognized my mistake right away. Longton women could not go along on missions of adventure. They stayed in camp where they could cook and clean.

"Debbie help Brian ready," I held my anger in check until I got back to the cabin a few minutes later.

"Male chauvinist pig!" I yelled at the stone walls after making certain to close the doors behind me. The satellite was the reason for the mission. I was the foremost expert on Longton society. I, Debbie Kitlras, was the most qualified person to look for the crashed satellite, but none of that mattered here. The only thing that really mattered on the surface of this male chauvinist planet was that I was a female.

I calmed down only when I realized how I could use the time to my advantage. Ever since Brian told me about their size I wondered. Ever since I saw Josh in the dim light of the bedroom, I questioned. 'Are their cocks really as big as Brian says they are?' I kept asking myself. 'Did I really see what I thought I saw under the loincloth? Or was it just my imagination in my heightened state of arousal?'

I have to know! I need to know! I must know! And earlier, lying in bed and sulking over my troubles, I drew up a plan.

"Madam Judith!" I speak when she comes near. "Brian wake Debbie when go find star part," I try to tell her that Brian woke me up when he left to go on his search for the satellite and I couldn't get back to sleep. "Me help not much day before. May Debbie get water today?"

I stand at the entrance to the community kitchen, which is really nothing more than an overhang with a sod roof to keep out the rain. Large clay bowls serve as basins to wash dishes. Shelves hold plates and dishes. A wooden cutting board and several small tables sit to one side, used to prepare meals.

Judith is the head female in the camp. I knew she would be hear early to start breakfast, so this is where I wait for her.

"Debbie kind!" Judith bows. I can tell she likes my offer. "Debbie guest, but may get water if Debbie like."

Water gathering is one of the hardest jobs in the camp. The river is about a quarter mile away, and it will seem a lot longer on the way back with two buckets slung over my shoulders. No one likes to get water, so only the women and young men do it.

"Debbie like!" I bow in return. "Debbie know hard, but must share. Debbie no share day before."

I do not tell her the real reason for my offer. For to gather water, I must go to the river, and it is at the river where the men take their morning swim. I have to know for certain.

Predictably, Judith accepts my request. She fits me with a long pole with buckets hanging from either end, just like the one we saw Gregoros carry upon our first arrival. It already feels heavy with the buckets empty. I know my shoulders will ache by the time I return.

She next draws me a simple diagram in the dirt to explain what path to take. I must fight the temptation to ask which path the males take, and leave almost before she finishes.

I do not expect to find Longton males. I want to, of course, but I know the chances are stacked against me. The village of Nabo is built in the middle of a river bend, on high ground; far enough away to avoid potential floods and close enough to make the water accessible. The river surrounds the village on almost three sides, so there are many places where the men could take a swim.

My plan is to listen for them. I will walk about a hundred yards, just far enough to hide myself from the village, and listen. I will try to figure out which direction they go by the sound of their voices, and then I will try to gather water from somewhere close by. If caught, I will just say that I got lost. It will not be unusual for a stranger to get lost on the complex maze of walking paths that surround a village.

I must leave quickly. I already see a few men get ready. In the short time I talked with Judith, it has grown considerably lighter and I think half the village is awake.

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I hear them right away. Longton men love to talk. They can't help but talk all the way to the river. They sound so loud it is no wonder they use traps instead of hunting for their food. I follow them when I start to hear them head away. I attempt to follow on a parallel path.

I still hear them when I fill the buckets at the river, except this time I hear singing. I laugh when I realize one of them sings while taking a bath - I suppose the equivalent of a man on Earth singing in the shower. It must be some kind of common male law of the universe.

Feeling indecent and naughty, I attach the full buckets to the pole but then set it down. I tiptoe between the mighty trees in an attempt to get a peak at them. I sneak up like an animal upon its prey, slowly closing the distance. First I bow down low. Later I crawl on all fours. I fear one of them might see me, but the desire to see a big cock drives me nearer. A hard rock scrapes my knee. The soft soil squeezes up between my fingers. I stay close to the river, but not too close. The white cloth of my vertical swimsuit offers little camouflage. I assume some of them might already be headed back. I don't want anyone to catch a glimpse of me while they walk back on some path I cannot yet see. Up a small knoll I crawl, and then back the opposite side. The trees grow thick close to the river. They hide me well, but they also prevent me from seeing very far ahead. The singing sounds like it comes from just the opposite side of the next clump of trees, yet all I see is the blue of the water occasionally poking its way through the trees. Just then my luck changes. I freeze. Between two trees I see him, in the water, splashing himself. I see a Longton man taking a bath. Unfortunately, his back faces me, but a second later he stands up and I see his bare ass. I see he is naked. Just on the other side of that bare ass must be a huge dick. He starts to turn, but then moves to the side. The trunk of a tree suddenly blocks my view. I look around, trying to see past it, but then another tree blocks my way. I think I might have seen his dick for just a second, but it is hard to tell. I am too far away. Too many trees stand between us. I debate going closer, but it is not much of a debate. The possibility of seeing a 10 or a 12 inch-long prick pulls me in the obvious direction. I cautiously crawl forward.

Suddenly, I see him again. He moves back to the original spot before I have a chance to crawl forward by more than a few feet. I see him again between the trees, and now I see him head-on. And best of all, he looks exactly like Brian described! A long pole hangs down between his legs.

I freeze, still crawling on all fours, and stair in amazement at an organ that is at least twice as long as anything I have ever seen before. For a brief moment, I think my eyes play tricks on me. 'Maybe I only see the branch of a tree,' I wonder. 'There is no way a guy could be so long!'

But he stays within my view. I realize it is not my imagination. The man is hung longer than any man I have ever seen before. Then I notice his face. It is Jelick! It is the strong, handsome man I met at the farm, and now I see all of him. I can't believe it!

The cold water keeps it flaccid, but even in the flaccid state he looks bigger than any human male. His organ must extend down by a good 9 inches. It looks easily big enough to elongate into a foot-long steak. And not only long, but so thick and massive too! The thing looks like a monster!

I crawl forward another few feet to better hide myself behind a tree. I worry others might see me, although I see no others. Jelick looks to be alone, but I figure the rest of them must be somewhere near.

I peak around the tree to spy on him, continuing to keep on my hands and knees. My boobs plunge straight down from my chest, making them feel even bigger and heavier than usual. The fabric of the swimsuit rubs against my nipples every time I move, serving to make me hot.

To my delight, I am able to look at Jelick some more. He turns his back towards me for a few seconds, but then he keeps turning so I can see his dick again. Even his bare ass looks good, but I like his big dick a lot more. Jelick has a magnificent organ. 'If he only knew I was looking,' I can't help but think to myself. I wonder what he would do if he knew a lowly female was admiring his organ.

I listen too. I listen to him sing. He's been singing the entire time and sings in a deep, course voice, sounding very manly - or maybe I think he sounds manly just because he's got a long dick. I don't know. I think he sings well, but it is difficult to tell. Longtons do not have a strong history of song. We have few recordings of them from the hidden microphones. The song has something to do about a lost traveler, but I have a hard time translating the words. I find Longtonese a lot more difficult to decipher when it is put into a tune.

I continue looking, but every few seconds I look around for others too. I want to make sure no one else is about to come out of the water and possibly pass close to me. But I see no one. In fact, I see no one at all. I do not see anyone either in the water or on shore. 'Maybe the others don't like his singing,' I wonder. 'Maybe they went to a different bend in the river to get away from him.' I do not know much about Longton singing. Jelick's singing sounds all right, but I can tell his real talent is in the cock department.

I keep my hands buried in the dirt for several minutes while I admire his cock. I don't know how long I admire it. It seems like a long time, but my concept of time left me as soon as I caught the first glimpse of his cock. I know I must turn back and return with the water, but it is hard to tear my eyes from it.

Eventually, I must. I start to worry. 'What about the others?' I question. 'And what about the water?' They expect me back in the village. They cannot start breakfast without me.

As much as it hurts to leave, I quietly turn around and sneak my way back the same way I came.

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The pails do not feel heavy at all on the way back to the village. I walk almost as if in a dream.

'Did I really see what I thought I saw?' I have to keep asking myself. 'Was Jelick's cock really as large as it looked?' Most of all, I wonder if he was an abnormality 'or is it possible for all the Longton men to be of equivalent size?' According to Brian they are, but I want to find out for myself. It takes little to persuade me to return to the river.

"Here water," I empty into the large caldron at the back of the kitchen. "Sorry for long time, but turn wrong. Get more."

One of the elder women makes a nod to me. She busily cuts up something that looks like green beans, seemingly too busy to speak. I turn around without another word and head back towards the river before any of them have a chance to offer to take my place.

I almost run back in the same direction from which I came. The first trip wet my appetite. On this trip I look for desert.

But I neither see nor hear anyone. No one sings. I do not hear any conversations. I stop every few feet to look and listen, but I fail to hear anything beyond the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

Before I expect it, the river appears up ahead. The sparkle of the blue water through the trees dash any hope of catching more men. It looks as though they have all finished their baths and took the long way back to the village. Disappointed, I kneel down on the back to fill the buckets one last time.

"Hello," I hear from behind me.

I jump! My foot slips. One leg falls into the water. The other hits a rock squarely in the knee - the same knee I scraped earlier. The impact sends a sharp pain through my body, but I hardly feel it as I turn to see the incredible sight.

"Jelick sorry scare," Jelick stands no more than 10 feet behind me.

I must grab hold of a small sapling along the bank to regain my balance as the rest of my body nearly tumbles in. One leg remains in the water; the injured leg on shore. Jelick steps forward and offers his hand to help.

I can tell he just stepped out of the water, for he wears no clothing. His body still drips wet with water. My attention is immediately drawn half-way up his body, to his waist, where I see it plainly. He is not just naked, but a partial erection sticks straight out.

"Holy shit!" I can't help but cry out in English. It stands less than 3 feet away and points right at me. I see the prominent veins along the side and a big mushroom at the tip. My knee hurts like hell. I think I feel blood. But none of that matters in comparison to his cock.

"Holy shit!" I momentarily forget to breath. I can't believe the size of the thing. It is so big it scares me.

"Jelick not understand," He stands with his hand held out to me. "You Jelick's Debbie, Jelick think?"

I must look away in order to regain my composure enough to answer him. "Yes, Debbie," I confirm my name. "Meet at field, Debbie remember."

"Debbie hurt?" He questions as though I am a little child. "Me not mean scare. Help Debbie up?"

"Hurt little," I tell him. "Hit rock here," I have to point at my knee because I don't know the Longton word for it. At the same time I take advantage of the opportunity to take a closer look at him. His pole has to be at least 10 inches in length; maybe 11, and it stand at only at half mast!

"Jelick," He taps himself on the chest and apologizes once more. "Not mean to scare Debbie."

"Debbie remember Jelick," I nod. "Jelick first Nabo Debbie meet!"

He steps closer. I momentarily pull back, but in my awkward position I can't do much. I yelp as he grabs me around the waist, a hand on each thigh, and simply lifts. He lifts me completely off my feet, out of the water, and gently deposits me further up on the riverbank. I weigh 130 pounds on Earth, which I suppose is about 110 on Longton, yet he lifts me with little effort. I realize Jelick not only looks well buffed, but he is very strong too. He is a real man, or at least a real man in Longton terms.

When I stand, I stand on only one leg. The other, my right leg, remains cautiously bent. The knee continues to hurt, but not nearly as much as I pretend. I can't help but take advantage of the situation and pretend to grimace with pain as I step down on it.

"Debbie look hurt!" He tells me.

"Not hurt bad," I step down on it a second time with fewer theatrics. It really is no more than a bruise, but I want him to feel sorry for me.

"Jelick help Debbie water!"

One of the pails sits half-submerged in the water where I dropped it when he first surprised me. Jelick bends over to pick it up, and in the process I am rewarded with a great close-up of his naked ass. He picks up both pails, fills them, and then attaches them to the wooden pole. With seemingly little effort, he balances both on his right shoulder and offers himself as a crutch.

"Jelick help Debbie water," He wraps his arm around my body, just under my shoulder, bringing his fingers around to sink into the side of my big boob. The touch feels exhilarating, but I do not think he realizes where he touches. Jelick is too interested in helping me to notice.

I, in response, place my own arm around his wide body, just above his waist. It hardly reaches around, and I have to fight the temptation to reach down just a little bit further and grab a piece of hard ass.

I can't believe it! I have a naked man with a 10-inch dick helping me back to the village. We walk close, really close, with our bodies pressed up against each other. I need to step only lightly on my bad leg as he offers himself as a crutch. He squeezes me in his arm.

"Hope Debbie not care no cloths?" Jelick questions after only a few steps. "Jelick not like cloths. Wet body."

"Debbie not care," I quickly tell him, and I really don't! I don't mind at all that he wants to remain naked!

He balances two pails in one hand and me in the other. In the center stands his cock, still poking straight out at about twice the length I have ever witnessed before. I can't help but glance down and over at the thing every chance I get.

A fantasy quickly plays out in my mind. It is my standard fantasy about a naked man entering my bedroom. It is the same fantasy I considered the last time I ordered Brian around. Now I think about it again, except with Jelick, a much larger man.

He enters naked, and I can tell right away he is larger than any other. His dick droops half way down to his knees. I wonder what it will look like in the hardened state, so I naturally order him to show me.

And then I notice it. Jelick interrupts my fantasy. He interrupts it with his cock. On one of my casual glances, I see it points up at a sharper angle than before. It even looks a little bit longer - hard as that is to believe. Or maybe it only appears longer because I see it from the side; a side profile of a magnificent cock. And not only long, but it looks plenty wide too. I can't help but keep my eyes firmly locked on it as it expands the last inch and comes to a full hard-on.

My imagination takes off. I can't help but fantasize about it. I imagine what it would be like to take a few steps off the trail and go at it with him. I imagine it enter me like Brian did with the largest of the dildos. It would be a tight fit - a very tight fit into my pussy. His cock would open my cunt wider than it has ever been opened before. And then there is his length. His meat looks close to 12 inches in length. I wonder if I could accept it all.

I love the sight of his naked body, and I especially love the sight of Jelick - or rather, I love the sight of Jelick's cock. I especially like the way his manhood comes to attention for my viewing enjoyment. I feel myself become increasingly aroused as I walk beside it. I think I feel myself start to get wet.

"Debbie feel better?" He questions as we draw near to the village.

"Better much!" I look much better. "Debbie think try walk now."

"Good!" He stops to let me go.

Actually, the knee doesn't hurt at all any more. It hasn't hurt for quite a while, but I couldn't let him know. Gently, I put my weight down on the knee and pretend to walk with only a slight limp.

"Better much!" I say. "Hurt little bit, but walk good."

"Good," Jelick takes the water buckets off his shoulders. To my disappointment, he gives them back to me, but then he explains why.

"Good, because Jelick cloths not fit now," He looks down at his own erection. "Debbie milk holders too big! Can't make small with Debbie milk holders so close."

I think I blush with embarrassment as I realize the implication of his words. He essentially tells me that the reason his cock grows hard is because of my big tits. I have never received a greater complement, and I am not quite sure how to thank him.

"Me so heat," He continues to look at himself. "Think ready to fire baby make juice."

"Holy Shit!" I mistakenly say out loud as I realize the meaning of his words. A sudden wave of heat hits me. It starts from between my legs and radiates all over my body. I understand baby-juice, and I know exactly what he means when he talks about firing it.




Mission to a New World Ch. 07



"Hurt more?" He questions.

I shake my head, unable to speak. The only thing I can think about is his erupting cock. I imagine it cumming, cumming over my bed as he stands to the side, and I imagine it cumming violently. A picture plays again and again in my mind of massive explosions of sperm shooting out of his cock. One of my girlfriends once told that large men cumm with greater force. She jokingly said it was because they have a longer barrel to accelerate their jism. I have no idea if it was true or not, but I have the perfect specimen to conduct an experiment.

"Debbie good!" I regain my composure enough to finally respond. "Step wrong, but good now. Hurt when turn side," I make up an excuse.

"Good!" Jelick nodes his head and bobs his cock up and down ever so slightly at the same time. "Me think me go make baby juice now."

It hits me again. I can't believe my own ears. Jelick is telling me that he is now going to go and jack himself off.

I turn to leave, but I cannot leave. I remain frozen and look at it.

And then the truly amazing happens.

"Debbie like help Jelick fire baby-make juice?" He asks.

I feel myself start to fall over. I almost faint.

"What?" I question out of habit, not believing my own ears.

"Help make baby-juice," He says again. "Debbie know, like this."

Unbelievably, he demonstrates. He grabs his own erection and gives it three quick pumps.

"Or maybe Debbie like taste," He opens his mouth wide to demonstrate. "Debbie like baby-juice? Debbie like eat Jelick baby-juice?"

I have to grab the nearest tree to prevent myself from falling over. One of the buckets spills slightly. I realize he offers me either a hand job or a blow job. Apparently, the choice is up to me.

My first reaction is to accept the offer - and accept it quickly. I want to accept - desperately - but I do not know the right thing to do. It is too much at one time.

"But need water at village," I make up an excuse. "Need for breakfast."

A sorrowful look of disappointment comes over his face. "Debbie go water to camp. Jelick not want delay water. And way Jelick look now, cause long delay. Long delay cooking."

For a brief moment I actually feel sorry for him. I feel bad that I have to leave him to erupt to his own devices.

A moment later I feel like kicking myself. 'What are you doing?' A voice in the back of my mind screams. 'This is the opportunity of the lifetime. Grab it, literally!'

"Maybe Debbie come back," I surprise to hear myself say. "Maybe Debbie get water more."

Jelick smiles and looks up to me with gratitude. "Good! Very good! Debbie not cook?"

"Debbie no cook. Get water," I assure him. "Jelick wait for Debbie?"

The man looks down at his engorged cock. "Jelick wait, but not long."

I look down along with him. "Debbie hurry!"

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As soon as I reach camp, I set the water down and make an excuse to leave. I say another item has come up - which isn't too far from the truth. Judith waves me off without question.

I am soon back on the path. I walk at a brisk pace and have a hard time believing what I am about to do. 'I'm walking into the forest in search of a naked man,' I think to myself. 'And not only that, I'm searching for a well-endowed man who happens to have an erection waiting for me.' And once I find him, I will relieve his erection the only way I know how.

I picture his cock in my mind as I walk closer, his long 12-inchs of man-meat standing at attention in front of him, with its big head poking up like an arrow at the very top. I fantasize myself stroking it and wonder what it will feel like between my fingers. I already know it will feel big - bigger than I have ever felt before - but I want to feel it for real.

I hear a whistle. Instinctively, I turn my head. I look over and see him stand up against a tree with his hands positioned behind him. He remains naked, of course, and he remains at an erection. His body is positioned at the perfect angle to give me a side profile and amplify his majestic size. I imagine him as the man of my dreams, walking up to the side of my bed like a helpless slave. I quickly march over in anticipation of relieving his bursting hard-on.

"Please hurry," He pants, begging me to advance faster. "Jelick not stand it much longer."

I stop when I notice the light glisten off its wet surface. His cock has been pre-cumming. I realize he has been pre-cumming in anticipation for my arrival. His entire 12 inches looks to be soaking wet.

"I start myself almost," He confesses. "Then Jelic remembered Debbie big milk holders."

He looks down upon my bikini covered boobs as he talks. I look back at him, and I more specifically look at the most private part of his body pointing back up at me. I wonder if he feels as excited looking into my cleavage as I do looking at his cock.

"Please! Milk Jelick cock," He begs.

I gasp again. I have never before heard the term milking in conjunction with a man's cock. Only tits were milked - especially my own. Men always wanted to breast feed and milk on my nipples because they were so big. But now, as I stare at Jelick's member, I realize it is the same with his cock. Stroking a cock is really no more than milking on a man. The only difference is that no man has ever drawn milk out of my tits. I gasp as I think about his cock and the "milk" I will soon receive. I think about the white, milky substance I am going to extract from Jelick's big cock.

I walk up to him and see a hand reach out. I can hardly believe it is my own. I see it reach out and travel towards his cock.

I take a deep breath.

It feels good. It feels wet. I run my fingers along the front side of his shaft and then circle them around to the back. Along the way drops of pre-cumm rest on my fingers, and I spread his juices all around. The shaft of his cock feels as hard as it looks. It is truly magnificent.

I reach down further to feel the rest of him. I reach down to his sac and realize Jelick told me the truth. Even his balls are large! They are the size of two large eggs, bigger than any human males. They feel like a human male with a gigantic set of swollen balls, swelled with semen desperate to escape. I realize Jelick really does need to be relieved.

By the time I make my way back up to the shaft of his cock, its head is coated with copious amounts of pre-cumm again. I run my fingers through it, passing over the thick head of his cock, at which point he pre-cums even more. I have never seen a man pre-cumm quite so much. I am pleased to discover Longton men are excellent pre-cummers. They have to be! I mean, with the size of their larger cocks, they naturally have to produce large amounts of pre-cumm to cover it all. I wonder if I will enter this into my report when I get back.

I continue to work over his shaft, repeatedly running my fingers over his head and then spreading his pre-cumm all around. I soon find his entire cock shimmering in its own juices. I like the way the light glistens off its surface when it is wet.

"Debbie good teaser," He compliments between panting breaths.

I decide it is time to move on, and so I go down to my knees. I reach out for his cock once more, except this time I wrap my fingers around and hold his manhood in my hand. It feels incredibly hard and monstrously large. I notice my fingers can only reach half way around its circumference and half way up its length. This is by far the biggest organ I have ever experienced.

I want to hold out and tease him some more, but I cannot hold out any longer. I begin to pump on his meat.

Jelick lets out a moan as I travel my hand up the length of his shaft and then come back down again. I easily feel the difference in size between him and every other man I have ever felt before. This one is clearly much larger. His shaft is both bigger in length and wider in circumference than a normal human male. He also feels harder. Even the head of his cock is hard, I notice. I can clearly feel it rub against my fingers as they travel across it.

I pump on his meat again and again, slowly traveling up the length of his fantastically long cock and then back down to the base again.

"Good!" Jelick tells me. "Good, but faster."

I increase my speed - but only slightly. I think he must be impatient with lust, and I don't want to force him over the edge too quickly. I think I might never get to experience anything like this again and therefore want to make it last. 

"Squeeze!" He also instructs. "Squeeze more."

I also increase the pressure on his meat - but again only slightly. Jelick seems to want to come quickly, but I want to saver the moment even more.

Despite the speed and tightness of my strokes, he does not cumm. I am able to continue stroking him again and again. As I do so, I can't help but think about other things I would like to do with his cock too. It feels wrong, but I think it only natural for a girl to have such thoughts. I can't help but think about what it would be like to have intercourse with this man. As I experience the thickness of his cock with my fingers, I can't help but think about how much he would spread me apart between the legs. I think I would be too tight and he might hurt me at first, but then I remember Brian and his use of the large dildos. I begin to wonder if I might eventually grow big enough to accept him. It will take many more practice sessions with Brian, but I really don't mind.

"Faster! Faster! Faster!" Jelick interrupts my pleasant fantasy. I again obey, but again only slightly.

"Tighter! Squeeze!"

I put more force into my stroke, but it is difficult to tell how tight I squeeze. By now, my hand is soaked in his cumm. I feel it oozing between my fingers. His big cock amply lubricates itself for my pumping enjoyment.

I am not sure how long I have been stroking either. At least several minutes, I know, which naturally makes me think about intercourse again. If Jelick can last several minutes with my hand, I am sure he will also be able to last several minutes inside my pussy. He will almost certainly be able to bring me to orgasm. The thought makes my hand accelerate its pumping action. I clearly feel that I am wet between the legs.

"Yes, feel good," I hear Jelick say from above me. "Very good, ah yes!"

His cave-man talk only serves to increase my ecstasy further. I begin to think about what he said previously about being milked. I think about the white, milky juice that is soon going to be flowing from his cock. 'No, not flowing!' I think to myself. 'This one isn't going to ooze. He's going to jet out in large squirts. I am going to take this man's milk, the milk he now holds in the udder of his nut sack, and I am going to empty it out over my hands.' I even think about taking the opportunity to taste his male seed.

My hand seems to have a life of its own. It increases its stroking action one more notch, without my command. I hear Jelick breath heavy above me. Clearly, he likes it. My hand provides much pleasure. I think he must be getting close, but it is all right if he cums now. I feel ready to make him cumm.

But against my wishes, or perhaps in accordance with them, he refuses. I must continue to stroke still longer. I have been pumping on him for a long time now, at least five but probably more like ten minutes. And it isn't a light pumping either! I'm really going at it. Jelick is doing an excellent job at holding out. The intensity in his voice and the hardness of his cock make it appear as though he is about to eject, but he still refuses to do so. He clearly has much more stamina than a normal human male, which again makes me think about intercourse. 'If his cock can withstand several minutes of pumping with my hand, just think of how long it could last in my pussy!' I remember back to my first siesta in a Longton bedroom and hearing the couple next door. They went at it for many minutes, and now I think I know why.

"Debbie high skill at milk," Jelick interrupts my pleasant thoughts. "Jelick much enjoy. Slow start. Weak start." He says between breaths. "Later faster. Later stronger."

I realize these Longton males are accustomed to a much longer and more forceful sexual encounter than a human, which makes a lot of sense to me. 'Of course!' I realize. With such large equipment, Jelick logically needs the ability to withstand a tighter squeeze. My narrow pussy, I know, would crush his cock against its walls.

I increase my pumping action still further at the thought. All I can think about is intercourse now. I desperately want Jelick to fuck me. If not for his size, I think I would ask him to do it right now, but I fear his large cock might split me apart. He might hurt me.

I pause for a moment to rest my stroking hand. While my hand sits motionless, still encompassed around his organ, I give his meat a tight squeeze. Simultaneously, I witness a large glob of pre-cumm ooze out of its tip. The sight looks very arousing, so I do it again. A second glob of pre-cumm drips out. 

I can't believe it. He seems to have a never-ending supply of pre- cumm. In response, I keep my hand tightly squeezed around his meat and go back to stroking. 

"Yes! Good!" Jelick sounds like he enjoys this even more.

I squeeze hard enough to make his pre-cumm ooze between my fingers. It is very arousing to watch and even more arousing to feel. I notice drops of pre-cumm drip on the ground at my knees.

I think he will almost certainly cumm now, but Jelick is unbelievable! I stroke him again and again, and yet he still holds out. I stroke him with so much energy I begin to tire. My hand starts to feel numb, but then I remember I have a well-rested second hand.

I do not go slow when I start up again. I let go with my right hand and take hold of his handle with my left. I grab onto him with a new, well-rested hand.

First I squeeze. Then I crush. I squeeze his cock with all my strength and then, without letting up my grip, I stroke on him with my opposite hand.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jelick really likes this.

Bountiful pre-cumm leaks onto my dry hand to quickly cover it. It squeezes between my finger. My hand is soaked in it.

"Oh Debbie! Debbie much talent!" Jelick yells out at my new found strength. I realize this man is a walking sex machine. I know he will almost certainly be able to bring me to a double orgasm or maybe even a triple if I ever get the chance to be fucked by him. I've been stroking on him for at least fifteen minutes now. I can't imagine what it would be like to be fucked by something so big for so long.

The thought of fucking gives me strength. It also makes me horny. It makes me wet. I will definitely allow Brian to fuck me tonight. I will need it! My cunt will need it! I am going to complete his fantasy and allow my male master to fuck me as though I am his sex slave.

This gives me a nasty idea. I chastise myself for even thinking it, but I can't help it. I actually think about tasting it!

Normally, I'm not much into oral sex. I especially cringe at the thought of swallowing a man's jism. I've tasted it before, yes, but it was nasty. I didn't like the salty taste. Besides, I long ago concluded it was such a waste. A cock in the mouth robs a girl of the pleasure of taking it between her legs.

But Jelick is different. I find myself actually wanting to taste it. I notice my free hand is still soaked with pre-cumm.

I can't believe what I do! I can't believe how horny I am! Without thinking, I bring my cummed-soaked fingers up to my mouth and taste him.

Even more unbelievable, he tastes good. I don't think he tastes different than any human male, but his size makes him so much better. The taste of his pre-cumm is exquisite. 'It's even warm!' I realize, and then I think about how the pre-cumm I am eating was in his body only seconds before. It is like eating a bowl of homemade chicken soup - except this soup is more like, I think to myself, 'cream of cock.'

As soon as I finish with one hand I switch to the other. I grab his organ with what is now a well rested right hand and start up again. I grab him hard; squeeze him tight. I try to crush his organ as tight as I can inside the palm of my hand. And then, without releasing my grip, I begin pumping as fast as my hand will allow. With the other hand, I taste him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jelick likes this even more. It is unbelievable that he can withstand such an intense masturbation without squirting jism across the room.

I trade hands two more times before I think of something more. I see him pointed up at me, his mighty cock, pointed up at an angle towards my face and pointed up to...

I try to shrug it off. I attempt to erase it from my mind, but I can't help it. I am too much in heat to think of anything else. My pully feel soaked. My hormones force me.

I stand on my knees. I am at the perfect height. I see the pre- cumm oozing out of its hole and think about taking it directly. I realize his mighty member is pointed at my face and pointed directly at my mouth.

Then I see myself pulling it down. I stop stroking for a moment to pull down on his cock so it points directly at me. I point the head of his monstrous member at my face and take a lick across its massive head.

It feels like I am pointing the barrel of a shotgun into my mouth; like I am getting ready to kill myself, but this barrel tastes terrific. I eat on him, and as I eat him I notice it feels warmer and tastes even better than what was in my hand. It seems to almost burn upon my tongue.

I take another lick, and then another. I stroke and lick in unison, forming a type of rhythm between my hand and my mouth. Each time my stroking hand reaches the base of his cock, my tongue takes advantage of the exposed head. I make a quick swipe and lick it off like a lollypop. And with each stroke, he produces fresh juice for me to taste.

"Yes!" Jelick says loudly. "Yes Debbie! Good Debbie!" Obviously, he likes the sensation.

It barely fits! I reach down on it further and realize his cock is as wide as my mouth. This only makes me think about how much wider I will need to open my cunt to accept him. The insight makes my own pussy cumm some more.

Unbelievably, he is so big that I can only fit in the tip. I pucker up my lips and suck on it. The rest of his length remains outside and free for my hand to use.

"Debbie good with baby maker," He tells me a minute later. "But do lower too. Do baby make juice come from."

I must think for a moment to figure out what he wants. I think about baby juice and where it is made. I think about sperm and where it comes from.

As soon as I understand it, I don't hesitate. I almost forgot about his nuts, but I quickly make up for lost time as I take Jelick up on his invitation. With the head of his cock in my mouth and my left hand still stroking his meat, I bring my still tired but willing right hand up to his balls.

As soon as I touch them I am again reminded of his big balls, and this naturally makes me think about the vast quantities of sperm that must be inside. 'When these empty, I think to myself. 'He's really going to cumm. He's going to go squirting all over the place.'

I am sure he will eject now as I squeeze and stroke on his cock nearly as fast as I can. My tongue licks him while my opposite hand plays with his nuts. I think he must surely erupt now, but still, he holds out! I never dreamed a man could be so resilient and powerful. It is unbelievable that he has not yet exploded. I can't imagine how a woman could possibly take so much fucking.

"Squeeze," He interrupts one pleasant thought to replace it with another. "Squeeze hard."

Again, I take him up on his invitation. There is no way a girl can refuse such a pleasant invitation. Although my hand squeezes tight as I stroke, I squeeze it even tighter around his rod.




Mission to a New World Ch. 07



"No!" He corrects me. "Other hand."

'Oh my God!' I feel like screaming out as I realize my other hand is on his balls. I realize he wants me to squeeze his nuts. No human male has ever asked me to do that before. This is all very strange.

Even stranger, he seems to like it. I squeeze down lightly with my "other" hand. I squeeze on his nut sac, and it doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, it appears to increase his arousal. It certainly increases mine!

I quickly realize that the balls on Longton males are not nearly as sensitive as human males. They can be squeezed without causing extreme pain, which immediately makes me wonder how much more they can be squeezed.

"Oh Debbie good!" Jelick compliments when I attempt to find out.

I use both hands and mouth in unison. I squeeze down on his organ with one hand, his nuts with the other, and suck all at the same time. His pre-cumm feels almost hot as I suck it out of his hole. I like experiencing him with both hands and mouth at the same time.

I like his nuts the best. I suppose that's because I never had a man's nuts before. I used to be careful of them, but with Jelick I am free to squeeze and manipulate them all around. I keep squeezing them tighter; pulling on them harder. I want to find his limit, but he does not seem to have any.

It doesn't take long before my mouth remains clamped down permanently on the mushroom tip of his cock. My hands continue to work his nuts and shaft as I swirl my tongue all around. I think this must surely make him cumm, but still he holds out.

I am practically kneading them now, his nuts that is. I squeeze them together inside the palm of my hand. I squeeze them so tight they change shape. Instead of neat round balls, I feel them spread out like pancakes. A human male would have been screaming out in pain by this time, but it seems to little bother Jelick. If anything, the constant ball-torture appears to bring him closer to climax. I can somehow tell he is finally close to an ejection.

This gives me another wild idea. It is something I've always fantasized doing, but never had the nerve to go through with it. I know this may be the only chance I will ever get. Besides, 'what the hell'? I think to myself. 'I have already gone so far, why not go one step further?'

With my hand still on his balls, I take a single one of his nuts between my thumb and forefinger. It is a big nut, the biggest I have ever felt, about the size of an egg. I take his nut between my finger and give it a yank.

"Yes! Good Debbie. Not long now."

Even this doesn't bother him, so I do it again. This time, however, I give his nut a little squeeze at the same time. It feels like I am pulling his ball right out of his body, almost as though I am castrating him. The thought sends a primordial wave of ecstasy through my body.

"Yes! Oh yes!" He pants. "Me feel it! Me think me feel it!"

'Finally,' I think to myself as I take his opposite nut and do the same thing. I feel both relieved and thrilled at the same time. I want it to last forever, but at the same time I am anxious to finish him off. I am not sure how much more I can take.

I trade hands one last time. Now, with renewed vigor, I pump his organ with one hand while I crush his nuts together with the other. What was two balls, now compresses into the space previously occupied by just one.

I play them against each other, his balls and his member, stroking his rod first and then squeezing down on his nuts a second later. Both hands continue their never-relenting torture. His balls are no longer the size of eggs. Within my fingers, I have shrunk them down to the size of cherries. I crush them into each other and can feel the hard things deform into pancakes. I feel as though I am pulling him apart, squeezing the life out of his organ.

"Me ready!" Jelick suddenly cries out.

I am ready too. The head of his cock remains firmly planted in my mouth. I think about removing it, but quickly decide not to. I don't like to give blowjobs to men, but Jelick is more than a man. He moans with pleasure, and I can't wait to blow him.

"Oh Debbie! No more! Take me!" Jelick cries out.

I feel him with both my hand and my lips. His shaft begins to throb! His balls begin to inflate. I feel his massive bulk begin to pulse and quiver. It is as though he is about to give a massive orgasm.

My stroking hand stops stroking. My nut-hand continues its never- ending torture. I expect him to do it right away, but only the throbbing continues. In fact, his throbbing seems to become even stronger. His monster cock expands and contracts like a balloon. So do his nuts. I have never felt anything like it.

Then he does it. All of a sudden he explodes into my mouth. I feel the force of his squirting semen on the backside of my mouth. I taste his warm, succulent sperm with my tongue. He lets out a powerful ejection that nearly fills my mouth with one squirt. His quantity is unbelievable.

I want to swallow him, but then for some reason question the proper protocol in this culture. I don't know why I think about protocol at such a time, with a giant cock between my lips and a mouthful of sperm, but I do so anyway.

Jelick gives me no time to decide. As I think about it, he explodes into my mouth again. The shaft of his cock swells and pulsates in my hand, and then it suddenly pounds forth a second squirt that seems even more powerful than the first. It fills my mouth even further, so much that my mouth cannot take any more. I feel his thick milk between my teeth and puff out my cheeks. I am forced to swallow to avoid suffocating on it.

Then, unbelievably, his shaft swells a third time. This time I decide to squeeze his nuts in unison with his ejection. As I feel him load himself up with my hand and get ready to shoot, I crush his balls. I squeeze down on his now tiny nuts as tight as I can with my little fingers. I want to squeeze out every last drop of his precious sperm.

Even more ejaculate fills my mouth, this time with even more quantity than the last. Again, I fail to hold it all and am forced to swallow.

A second later he cumms yet a fourth time and I must pull it out. I cannot swallow him fast enough, and so must allow him to squirt his sperm onto my face. It hits me just under the nose and then squirts up the front of my face and all the way up into my hair. I instinctively close my eyes to protect them.

Unbelievably, his organ continues to squirt. Not as much as the first few times, but his member continues to pulse and squirt with my hand still encompassed around it. It squirts once more into my face. My natural reaction is to prevent any more sperm from going into my eyes, so I pull down on the thing and allow it to spit onto the top of my chest. I feel a stream of man-milk run down my boob. He erupts again, and then he erupts one more time to cover my upper chest with his juices.

I remain on my knees before him, worshipping his God-cock, the answer to all my prayers. I taste sperm in my mouth. I feel more sperm drip down off my forehead. Still more drips down my cleavage and soaks my chest. I think he has cummed the equivalent of 10 human males.

I remain kneeling with my eyes closed. I am overcome with ecstasy. I can't believe it possible for a male to cumm so much. His cock, which I still hold in my hand, finally stops moving on its own. His nuts, which I still encompass in my opposite hand, feel noticeably smaller than before. It is no wonder, given the quantity of sperm that drips off my body.

I momentarily feel disappointed, but it isn't over yet. With my eyes still closed, I feel his hand on my chest. He presses his thumb into my swelling mounds, but it is not my mounds that he wants - at least not yet. He takes hold of the two cloth strips of the vertical swimsuit and pulls them apart. He pulls them open beyond my boobs. I kneel before him with my big tits fully exposed.

Next, he lifts me up. Jelick takes me under the arms and lifts me as though I am light as a feather. I must reluctantly let go of his cock and balls in response. He lifts me up and places my back up against a tree.

I glance down to look at myself. What I see amazes me. My own tits look almost white. They are nearly covered with a thick, white coating of sperm. In a few places, his sperm cogitates into small globs. I look like an absolute slut.

And then I think of my face and the squirts that hit me first in the nose and then on the forehead. I realize my face must look the same way, covered in spunk. I probably have it even in my hair.

Jelick wastes no time. "Feel milk holders," He says as his hands take hold of my big jugs and spreads his male juice all around. "Big milk holders. Feel good."

"No!" I try to pull my hands away without success, but then I don't pull them with very much force. Jelick takes hold of my boobs and lifts them up as though guessing their weight. He does not handle my tits roughly, but gently moves them all around. He gives me the equivalent of a chest massage with the use of his own sperm as a lubricant. It feels great! The best massage I think I ever received! Jelick seems to especially like to grab the bottom of my tits and heft them up into the air. He presses them together and gives me artificial cleavage. He also likes my nipples, which I like too. My nipples quickly turn hard as the palm of his hands repeatedly brush up against them.

Jelick soon takes off the rest of my top by slipping the straps down my shoulders and then pulls my hands out the front. He knows just how to do it, indicating that he's taken off many vertical swimsuits before mine. He takes off the top half of the swimsuit and turns his attention again to my tits.

I close my eyes and hear myself moaning with pleasure. I think I am especially vocal when he rubs across my hard nipples. Thankfully, he notices this too, and he starts to concentrate on them. He takes his fingers and flicks them across my sensitive, protruding nipples.

I am in heaven. I can hardly stand it. I enjoy it tremendously - especially the lubricant. I always liked it when boyfriends gave me chest massages, but none of them ever gave me a massage with his own sperm! And there is plenty enough sperm even for tits as big as mine. Jelick soon runs out of lubricant, but this is no problem. He picks up more from my forehead and then scrapes it from his own cock to add to the already thick coating around my tits.

I burn with desire. I can hardly stand it. My pussy is on fire. I know it is wet, and he certainly knows it too. I think about sex and cry out with desire. Sex with Jelick is too staggering to bear. I realize he would have the stamina to hold out for a very long time; like a half-hour of hard, continuous fucking. And if he should decide to tease me... The thought is even more staggering to bear. He might be able to fuck a girl for hours without stopping. I would break the world record in orgasms. It would be like fucking a big man who never expired.

My eyes remain closed as I next think of him exploding inside me. 'Oh my God!' I think to myself. 'Think about all this sperm squirting inside me.' My pussy would already be stretched beyond its limits, and then to feel him throb and pulsate in me too! There is no way I would be able to hold him all. My belly would start to swell. Leftover sperm would spurt back out along the length of his cock. It would flow down the inside of my thighs and drip on the floor at my feet. I wonder if my monthly birth control pill would be effective against such an onslaught of raw sperm.

I feel it without warning. In one instant I wear a bikini panty. The next instant it lays at my feet.

"Ah!" I scream out.

I open my eyes and look ahead. Jelick no longer stands before me. His hands no longer play with my tits. I stand against the tree helpless and confused, and then I look down.

"Ah!" I scream again.

I see the top of his head. He has come off my tit and now kneels at the ground at my feet. I never felt him leave my tits. I suppose I was too much in heat to notice, and now the sight of him places me even more in heat. His position leaves no doubt. I have no trouble guessing what he is going to do next.

"Debbie milk Jelick first," He says. "Now time Jelick milk Debbie second."

"Ah!" I scream out a third time in less than a minute as he dives in. He takes me by my ankles, pulls my legs apart, and then dives in with his mouth to my soaking wet cunt.

"Oh! Oh Jelick!" I nearly scream his name.

I can't believe what is happening. Jelick is eating me out! He gives me oral sex and eats out my twat. But no, he doesn't eat me out. He ravishes me! Jelick ravishes my burning pussy.

"Oh God!" I cry out in a mixture of English and Longtonese. "Holy fuck! Oh my God!"

He pulls me in closer by placing his hands first on my thighs and then reaching around to grab my ass.

"Holy shit! Holy fuck!" I yell out to him in delirium. "Oh God Jelick, what are you doing to my twat?"

His tongue dives in deeper. He eats me out further. He tastes more and more of my female juices. And I know I have plenty of juices for him to taste. The tongues of Longtons feel as long as their dicks.

And then it happens. It hits without warning. I orgasm into what feels like the biggest explosion of my life.

To be continued...

Comments Welcomed



Mission to a New World Ch. 08



Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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Chapter 8: Used

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As soon as Brian gets back later that afternoon I tell him. I have to tell him. I can't wait to tell him. A burning desire wells up from deep inside me to tell someone, and Brian is the only one to tell.

"I can't believe it!" I recount the adventure. "I pumped his cock so hard and for so long. It must have taken me a half hour to get him off. And then there were his nuts!"

Brian cringes when I mention his nuts. He cringed the first time I told him. He continues to cringe when I merely hint at what I did to them.

"Oh, what an incredible cock!" I speak dreamily. "What a big, fantastic weapon! These men are every girl's wet dream. They're not only long, but they're so long lasting too. It's got to be absolutely unbelievable to be fucked by such a weapon."

It feels weird telling this to Brian, him being a man and all. I would feel more comfortable talking to one of my girlfriends, in private, away from the ears of any man. But no girlfriend is available. No one is available. I can't talk to the Longtons, and I certainly can't radio it back up to Crion. The only person left is Brian. I feel as if I will go crazy if I don't talk to someone, so I fight my inhibitions and tell Brian.

"It's no wonder these women sacrifice their freedom and allow themselves to be such willing subjects to these men," I speak to him amongst the trees of the forest and a good distance away from the village. "I think I would do the same, I mean... I think I would be willing to sacrifice almost anything if I lived here too. I don't think I would mind being a slave around such potent men."

Brian's eyes grow wide! He looks back to me with interest. "Do you really mean that?"

"I don't know," I speak honestly. "I guess so. I mean, at least at first. And provided I could be, you know, could be without getting hurt."

"Could be fucked?" Brian asks.

"Yes, fucked," I nod my head. "I'm a little worried, you know. It would be fun to try, but these men could be too big for me. Especially Jelick! But maybe not others?" I think out loud.

"Debbie, Debbie, Debbie," He smiles at me. "You are becoming such a naughty young woman. You are just a little bitch in heat."

The term shocks me for a moment, until I realize it is true.

"I guess I am," I have to admit. "I've never had so much sex before. It's usually been two or three times per week for me, but here it's been two or three times per day. I've never been fucked so often before."

"But don't you think you would get tired of it?" Brian asks. "Don't you think it would wear off? Would the sacrifice of your freedom be worth it?"

I look him straight in the eye. "It would take a long time to wear off," I speak with confidence. "Especially with Jelick! I mean, given his size, I think it would take a very long time. Maybe years!"

Brian's eyes grow wide again.

"Provided he didn't hurt me," I quickly add. "If there was pain, it would be a whole different story. But if he could..."

I trail off into fantasy land, imagining Jelick's giant cock buried deep inside me, splitting me open farther than any of the dildos that Brian tried so far. And then I imagine him fucking me. I fantasize him going at it again and again, ramming it in and out, continuously fucking me over and over and over again. I have a hard time imagining what it would feel like to have an hour of continuous, never ending pumping and stroking.

"What about Josh?" I hear from somewhere far away. I come back to reality.

"What about someone smaller?" Brian proposes. "What if it was someone of about size six?" 

Size six was the last sized dildo that we tried. My mind again drifts off into fantasy land as I think about being impaled by a real, live, size 6 prick instead of the dildo.

"Are you saying you are ready for Josh?" Brian goes on to ask. "Do you remember Josh?"

A shiver travels through my body. Of course I remember Josh! He was the young Longton man who came into the room when I was tied. He saw me naked and felt up one of my tits.

"Because he approached me during our little adventure this morning," Brian continues. "He told me how much he liked your big tits."

I think I blush with embarrassment.

"He asked if he could feel them sometime again, and then he asked if I might be willing to let him use your cunt too."

"Oh God!" I can't help but cry out at the thought.

"He is also quite young and is still quite small for a Longton," Brian explains calmly. "I discovered Longton men elongate as they grow older. That's why they marry young. Women have to first get accustomed to the men when they are still young, and then they grow into them as they age. Josh told me that he was only 15-years old and 10 inches long."

I do not need to ask what portion of his body the 12-inches refers to.

"So if you want," Brian concludes. "I can invite him over tonight."

I look up to Brian with shock! At first I think he teases me, but then he continues on with the detail. I realize he is serious.

"I'll stay upstairs just in case," He suggests. "We could come up with a code word. If something goes wrong, you can call out the word and I'll immediately run down to rescue you. There's no lock on the door. I would be able to get inside."

I feel tempted. Surprisingly, I feel myself greatly interested. The proposal is tempting. I fantasize Josh taking me, fucking me, ramming it inside me. He will be a difficult fit I know, but it will eventually fit. And then he will fuck me again and again. Thirty minutes, forty, perhaps even a full hour of continuous, never-ending fucking action. I'm sure I will reach multiple orgasms. It will be the best sex of my life! The best sex I will ever get to experience. It's the chance of a lifetime, and I will only get one chance.

"I guess so!" I hear myself agree to his proposition. "I think so, I mean yes, I'd like to try."

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I find myself shackled in a standing position. My arms stretch high to chains in the ceiling. My legs spread open to hooks in the floor. I stand nearly naked in the middle of the room, clad only in the bikini. The small cups cover less than half my ample tits. The even smaller bottom leaves my ass totally exposed in the rear. I stand alone in the dimly lit room, waiting for Josh. I wait in anticipation for what I know will be the best fuck of my life.

Brian tied me up like this and then fucked me. It was a quick and dirty fuck – the quickest I've had since arriving on the surface. He did not tease me with dildos or feel me up with his fingers. He said there would be plenty of that later. Josh, he assured me, would give my cunt a much more extensive workout to follow.

I believed him.

I still do!

I think of Josh and the way he looked at me the first time in this room. I remember the way he stared at my big tits in such fascination. I remember the way he felt up my boob with such curiosity. He seemed so completely taken by my body. It was like he wanted to swallow me whole. I wonder how much more entranced he will be at the knowledge that he will soon rape me.

Yes, that's what it is! For all practical purposes, I will soon be raped. A young man will walk into the room, take advantage of my shackled body, and proceed to force his big cock up into my cunt while I remain helpless to stop him. I know I should be disgusted. I realize it is wrong. But I want it! I want to experience the big cock of a Longton so bad!

I think about being raped, but then I realize it won't exactly be a rape. I mean a rape has to be against the will of the female, and Josh will not exactly be fucking me against my will. Rather, I want him very bad! But still, I will be tied, helpless, and unable to stop him from doing whatever he wants. He will be free to ravage my body, tease my nipples, feel up my big tits, finger my cunt, do whatever he wants to my helpless body and then plunge his giant dick deep inside.

Just thinking about it makes my heart race and my body sweat. The anticipation drives me crazy. It's already been almost a half-hour since Brian left me – or maybe it's been only ten minutes. I don't know! Time no longer exists. There is only me, Josh, and his big cock. I can't wait for him to walk in.

I also worry. I worry about being too tight. I worry about being too shallow. Brian will rescue me, I know, if anything goes wrong; but I don't want a rescue. I don't want Josh to hurt me. It is not the pain I worry about so much, but more the lack of pleasure. I don't want anything to ruin this glorious evening. I don't know exactly how big Josh will be, but according to Brian he has a 10 incher. That's a Size 6, the biggest dildo I've had so far. I can't imagine how much better a real cock will feel in place of the artificial dildo. I can't wait to find out.

I hear something from upstairs, but I can't be sure of what it is. I've been hearing things for the last half-hour – or maybe ten minutes. Whatever it is, I don't know anymore. I think I hear whispers at first, and then it sounds like someone might be walking down the stairs. I tense as I sense someone approaching, but this is the third time I felt this sensation so far. I can't be certain.

And then I hear it! The door squeaks. I'm sure of it this time. The door definitely moves. It slowly opens. I see a shadow appear in the entrance.

"Brian?" I question the figure. "Josh?"

It refuses to answer.

The room is dark. I can hardly see. Light shines from two candles on the small nightstand beside me. They flicker as the door opens, brushed by the hot breeze. I stand illuminated, but the person standing in the doorway remains dark.

"Brian? Josh?" I question again.

Still, it refuses to answer.

The figure steps inside, moving closer. I still can't see, but I suspect it must be Brian. I feel him. I think I recognize his breathing. I suspect he walks in to tease me.

"Pretty," The voice speaks.

My body tenses. My heart skips a beat. I realize the voice belongs to Josh.

"Ahhhh," I let out a long moan of desperation.

He stands and looks at me for at least a minute. I still can't see him, but I know he can see me. The candles provide him enough light to illuminate my form. He stands and gazes upon me for at least a minute before stepping back to the far wall.

I do not understand his intensions. I do not know his plan. "Is he going to walk up and fuck me like a typical human male?" I question myself. "Or does he plan to tease me and drag it out?" I do not know, but I expect the former. 

A light suddenly shines. First a flicker and then a glow, I realize he turns on a lantern.

"Better see," Josh speaks and he brings the lantern closer and sits it on the edge of the bed.

It baths the room in an eerie glow. I know he can see my body a lot better now. I certainly see his! I see him well enough to notice a substantial bulge poking out of the front of his loincloth. It looks to be a much more substantial bulge than Brian's. It looks a lot more like Jelick's. I see him well enough to know he stands amply prepared for me, but I don't think I am quite yet prepared myself.

"So big milk holders," He speaks as he draws near. "Josh like big milk holders."

Suddenly, his hands are upon me. He is not shy or withdrawn. He behaves exactly the same way as two nights before. He simply walks up to me as though I am a piece of meat and places a hand upon each boob.

"Ah!" I gasp at the touch of his fingers against the skin of my breasts. I still wear the bikini top, but he hardly seems to notice. He feels my boobs through the top, moving the palm of his hand all over. He pushes my tits up from below as though to check their weight, and then pressed them together as though to give me cleavage.

The sensation of having my tits felt up by a near stranger is unbelievable! It feels even better than two nights before. I figure it must be because Brian no longer stands beside me. No one stands in the room along with me. There is only Josh and myself. No one else stands close to protect me. I stand shackled and nearly nude, totally vulnerable to whatever whim this young lad may choose to do with my body. The experience is unbelievable.

I still wear the bikini top, but I do not wear it for long. His left hand leaves my boob. I feel it reach in back and fumble for the little bow tie that holds up my top.

"No!" I softly tell him without really meaning it.

It takes him only a second. I feel the strap tighten around the bottom of my chest as he pulls on it, and a second later I feel no tension at all. The short length of string holding up my top comes undone.

"Oh God!" I cry out as he lifts up the cups and frees my tits. He lifts my bikini up and over my head. I feel it falling down along my back and then along my rear. A second later I think I hear it softly land on the floor.

Meanwhile, Josh looks! He stands right in front of me and just looks.

"So big milk holders," He compliments me again on the size of my tits. "And big suckers too."

I have to think for a moment about the word "suckers." I do not realize what he means at first, not until he touches them.

"Ah," I let out a sigh as I feel a finger on each my nipples. I realize "suckers" in Longtonese translates into nipples in English. It makes sense, I suppose, because nipples are where the sucking takes place.

"Ah! Ah!" I cry out several more times as he continues to play upon my nipples. They quickly become hard, or maybe they were hard before he ever started. I'm not sure, but they certainly feel hard now. I've never experienced a man so expertly play with my nipples before. Most men immediately want to go for my entire tit, but Josh takes his time. He starts with my nipples and moves out.

I realize my original expectations were incorrect. Josh is not going to just stick it in and fuck me like the typical human male. First he's going to tease me, and then he's going to tease me some more. It starts with my nipples and then slowly moves out to the rest of my boobs.

First he just feels them. He does not move my boobs around. He just feels them with his fingers, gently moving across and then going up and down on my tits. It is as though he wants to experience them in their natural, plunging position. I think he wants to feel them like they naturally exist. I find it especially erotic when he weakly traces his fingers around the bottom of my boob, just where it swells out from my body, and pinches his finger into my bottom cleavage.

"Milk holders drop little," Josh contemplates the firmness of my breasts. "And so big! So ripe!"

He moves again up to my nipples, except this time he orbits around. He takes a finger on each nipple and gently circles them around and around, and then he does it again and again. I can hardly stand it. I feel as though I want to scream.

"And so big suckers," He contemplates my boobs even more. "So big suckers. Good for milking." 

"Ah!" I cry out louder, unable to hold back any longer, especially after he speaks the word "milking."

And then he takes my tits again. He takes my whole tit, and he takes them like two nights before. His fingers sink inside. He moves them all around. It is just like he felt them while I was still wearing the bikini top, except now I wear no top at all. Josh takes my bare tits and plays with them in his hands. I look up to the ceiling in delight. I feel like I am in heaven.

"Debbie milk holders big!" He speaks in amazement several times as he feels me up. "Josh want milk!"

Before I even realize it, I feel him again on my nipples. I feel something wet on my nipples, and I realize I feel his lips.

"Fuck!" I cry out in English as he attempts to breast feed upon my oversized tits. If not hard already, my nipples quickly become so. I feel the hard things scrape across his lips and tongue.

"Oh Josh! Oh Josh!" I can't help but cry out.

He sucks hard. He sucks with wild abandonment. I've had men suck on my nipples before, but never with such intensity as this. I especially like it when he grabs a tit by both hands, one on each side. He grabs it tight and presses in firmly. At the same time, he gives a mighty suck. It feels like he tries to squeeze the milk right out of my tits and suck it from my nipple. Better yet, it feels like he is about to succeed.

Josh breast feeds upon me for several minutes. First one tit and then the other, he takes turns feeding on them. I've always loved the sensation of a man sucking on my nipples. I guess it's because I have sensitive nipples and such big tits, but I like Josh even more. I do not think it has anything to do with technique, but more because of the shackles. I realize I can't prevent him from sucking as much as he wants.

Maybe it also comes from the fact he is a near stranger. I wish he could go on forever, but I know he has more important items to attend to.

And not long after he does. He moves down from my vulnerable tits to my even more vulnerable pussy.

"No!" I instinctively cry out. "Please!"

Lucky for me, he does not listen. Josh quickly undoes the single string holding up my panty. It falls to the floor. I stand ready and willing to receive his cock.

But he refuses to give it to me right away. He first reaches down. He uses his fingers.

"Oh Josh!" I can't help but cry out. He's good, really good, especially for someone so young. He obviously received very expert training on how to finger fuck a young woman.

"Debbie tight!" He informs me. "Hot too! Much water!"

I realize he is telling me that my pussy is very wet, and so it is. I think the combination of my vulnerability and the anticipation of his big cock makes me wet. I'm desperate for

First one finger and then two and three, he fingers me for a long time. I don't think I have ever been quite so expertly finger fucked before. I know for a fact that no man has ever tried three fingers before, but I suppose that's a side benefit of the dildos from the last few days. I'm so hot and wet he has no trouble fitting three fingers deep inside. In fact, I feel as though I could take his full fist. I am desperate for his cock, but still he does not reward me.

Next, he gets down on his knees.

"Oh no, please Josh!" I tell him, knowing what he wants to do. "Please Josh, no! Not that!"

He acts as though he never hears me. A second later he tongues me.

"Yum, yum!" He speaks as he eats me out.

The sound of his voice makes it even more erotic.

He gives me my first orgasm with his mouth. 

Josh unties me from one position so he can mount me in another.

"Walk hands and knees," He instructs.

I immediately know his desire. For my second orgasm, he wants to mount me from behind and fuck me like a dog. I do as he says.

To be continued... 



Mission to a New World Ch. 09



Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

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Chapter 9: The Next Morning

D+4

I lay in bed exhausted. Light drifts down from the miniature skylights in the ceiling. The air already feels warmed. I figure it must be mid-morning, maybe the equivalent of 10:00 AM, but I lay in bed too exhausted and tired to get up. Josh kept me up half the night. He drained all my energy. I never received such an intense workout in my life. Hell, no Earth-bound woman ever did! Well, at least from any one man anyway. It would take a half- dozen Earth-men to perform to the equivalent of Josh. First his finger, then his tongue, and finally he fucked me and he fucked me and then he fucked me some more. Josh fucked me over and over again for what seemed like hours. He must have kept me up half the night with the most intense sexual workout of my life.

"Good morning!" I jump at the sound of Brian's voice from very near. "It looks like sleepyhead finally woke."

I weakly roll over to see him in the open doorway. He wears a smile on his face. In one hand he holds a plate of food. In the other is a glass of water. The sight makes me realize that I am starving.

"You hungry?" Brian questions.

My body's natural instinct for nourishment takes over. A burst of energy allows me to sit up. I slide the upper half of my naked body out from under the sheets to expose my large, firm breasts. I see the effect in Brian's eyes. Even though he's seen my bare tits several times now, his eyes continue to bug out of his skull every time he sees them again. His reaction would have bothered me a week ago, but now I take it as a compliment.

Brian places the plate down on my lap and the drink in my hand. "Did you have a good time last night?"

I think I blush. I see Brian wears a big sneer on his face.

"It was, I guess, okay," I try to answer as nonchalantly as I can muster. I have a hard time speaking. I still feel tired.

Brian laughs in reply. "It certainly sounded like you had a good time," He attempts to prod me on to say more. "I never realized you were such a screamer. You kept me up half the night!"

I drink the entire glass of water in one great gulp as I think about his words. My throat feels parched. It even feels a little sore, maybe from all the "screams" he refers to. I don't think I actually screamed, but I certainly yelled and thrashed around a lot through the multiple orgasms. And what orgasms! There must have been a half-dozen in all, and they were all so damn intense. I've never had such powerful orgasms in my life. And then there was his orgasm! I still can't believe all his cumm. I think the young man cummed even greater quantities than the older Jelick. He jetted out so much and with such intensity that it made his already gigantic cock feel another 2 or 3 inches longer.

"Are you all right?" I hear Brian question. He kneels at the edge of the bed, but his voice sounds far away.

"Yes, I'm fine," I return from my orgasmed induced trance and start to eat. "I was just reminiscing."

"About last night?" Brian questions.

"Of course last night," I want to tell him but hold back. I do not need to tell him. He already knows. Instead, I take another bit of food. It tastes delicious!

"Since you're apparently in a good mood," He tells me. "I need to talk to you about something serious. You might not like what I have to say..."

"You mean we have to go?" I interrupt him with a mouth full of food.

"No, not that!" He assures me. "Don't worry, we've got a few more days."

I let out a sigh of relief and swallow. I do not want to leave yet, not today, not tomorrow, maybe not ever. I think for a moment and wonder if I will ever want to leave after last night.

"It's about something else," Brian comforts me. "It's important, but first I have to ask about last night. Was it everything you expected?"

"Oh God Brian! It was incredible!" I blurt out between mouthfuls of food. The dam breaks. The words flow out. I tell him everything. I tell him about what it was like to be fucked by an 10-inch cock. I tell him about how Josh fucked me over and over and over again until it seemed like it was never going to end. I even tell him about the orgasms: My orgasms! His orgasm! All the orgasms! It feels strange to relay this information on to a man, but I have no one else to tell and I have to tell someone. It is just like telling him about my masturbation of Jelick. It's like when I told him about the long pumping and the final crushing of Jelick's nuts in order to make him cumm. Talking to a man about such things feels strange, but I have to tell someone.

I see it must be strange for Brian too, for his loincloth soon starts to tent.

"I think it must have plugged me up," I look right at it as I relay the best part of the story. "I mean it was like his shaft was so big that I think it actually plugged up my twat. His cumm couldn't get out, so every time Josh squirted another load of seed into me, he just filled me up more. It felt like his already long length grew by another two or maybe three inches. He filled my pussy, my cunt, my twat, and he filled my everything! I still can't believe it!"

Brian looks at me even more wide-eyed than before. I like the affect my story has on him.

"And he squirted his sperm so hard inside me!" I decide to go into greater detail. "I never before felt a man actually squirt inside me, but with Josh I could feel every squirt. And he just kept squirting, again and again. God! It was like he had a limitless supply of cumm. I actually thought it was going to start coming up my throat after about the first minute. But the best part was the way it plugged up inside me. It felt like his 11-inch length grew to something like 12-or maybe 14-inches. It's just that the last few inches wasn't cock. It was this intense pressure from all his glorious male spunk!"

Brian looks like he is about to faint and fall over. I think the blood from his brain must be engorging his cock. His bulge looks more pronounced than before. It is not nearly the bulge of Jelick or even Josh, but I don't care. It represents an aroused male, and I like aroused males. That's all that really matters to me. I only care about cock. All I see is Brian's cock, and it looks like his cock is ripe for the picking.

My plate is empty. I ate my breakfast surprisingly fast, which I guess is because I was surprisingly hungry. Six orgasms in one night can take a lot out of a girl.

"Is that all?" I show the plate to Brian.

"Afraid so," He recovers. "Wow! You were really hungry. I even gave you some of mine." 

"But I'm still hungry," I try to sound like a poor, homeless little girl who hasn't eaten in days. "Can you give me any more of yours?"

"I'm afraid I've already finished all of mine," He disappoints me. "There's no more."

He fails to understand the hidden meaning of my words. When I ask for some of his, I do not talk about the food on his plate. I instead refer to the cumm in his nuts.

A domineering lust rushes through me. I again think back to my domineer fantasy, the one where a naked male sex slave stands at the side of my bed. I think back to the fantasy where I order the gifted male to become hard for me; the one where I then entertain myself with him.

"What about dessert?" I hint at my true meaning by glancing down at Brian's bulge and licking my lips as I say it.

I see he now understands.

"Wasn't last night enough?" He responds, amazed.

I refuse to answer. Instead, I put down the plate on one side of the bed and reach over to him on the other. I reach over to take the tie of his loincloth and pull it free. His erection becomes uncovered. I see he has already started to pre-cumm. It must have been from what I told him about Josh plugging up my twat. Or maybe he's just horny from listening to me all night.

"Much better," I sit back up and enjoy the sight. "Not as impressive as Josh's, of course, but not bad!"

Brian takes a deep breath. I know this really turns him on. I see it in a slight twitch of his cock.

"Let's talk some more," I invite him. "I like talking to you when I can watch your throbbing cock at the same time. What was it you wanted to tell me before? You said it was something serious?"

"Oh, it can wait," He answers. 

"But you said it was serious," I push him to go on. "You said I might not like it."

"Oh that!" He seems to remember. "It's nothing, really! We can talk about it later."

His engorged cock gives me the reason he wants to wait until later. He wants relief. Hell, he needs relief! But he is not going to get relief quite so easy. First, I want to tease him. I want to talk dirty to him. After being a slave to a man for half the night, I am in need of a man to serve as my slave.

"All right," I accept his proposal. "We'll talk about it later, but first I want to talk about tonight."

"Tonight?" He questions almost as though in a dream. 

"Yes, we need to talk about my needs for tonight," I tell him. "Josh served as a good introduction, but I was wondering who you have lined up for tonight?"

"Tonight?" He questions dreamily once again. I notice his eyes are riveted directly onto my exposed chest as he speaks. I have a sneaking suspicion that he daydreams about breastfeeding on me, and the suspicion only tempts me to tease him even more.

"Yes, who do you have lined up for tonight?" I question. "You know what I mean! Who is on the agenda to fuck me tonight?"

This makes him jump and suddenly wake up from his daydream.

"I was thinking about Josh's older brother," I propose. "Or maybe one of his older friends? You know, someone who's just a little bit older, which means he would be a little bit longer?"

Brian looks at me wide eyed with shock. I can tell this greatly surprises him. He had expected last night to be enough - which it was - but I say it mostly to tease him. Still, I wouldn't mind having Josh's older brother or maybe one of his slightly bigger friends for the tonight. The thought of once more going through the same experience sends a thrill of excitement up my spine.

Brian takes a hard swallow. "I'll see what I can do," He finally responds. "It shouldn't be a problem."

"Good!" I accept with a thrill. "Now lets see you do it. "Jack yourself off."

"What?" He shakes his head.

"You heard me," I speak confidently. "Let me see you jerk off. I want to watch you jack yourself off."

He hesitates only for a second, and then he reaches down to take it. Brian takes hold of his own erection. I think he is anxious.

"Start pumping!" I order him while I sit up against the wall to watch.

He does. He starts in right away. I notice his fingers become soaked in pre-cumm after only the second or third stroke, which means I must have made him quite excited the night before with all my yelling and moaning during my multiple orgasms. My tits probably make him even more excited now.

"Pump faster," I order him to increase his speed. "But don't get yourself off. Stop just before you shoot. I have a surprise for you."

Brian obeys and strokes faster. He also begins to breathe heavier and lets out short moans. I think my mention of a surprise increases his arousal still further. I know it increases mine.

Three minutes later he stops. His throbbing cock is left naked and raw. The weak light of the room glistens off its surface. I suddenly find myself looking at a full, ripe erection soaked in its own pre-cumm. I love it.

It is time for his surprise!

Laying back down on the bed, but making sure my tits remain fully exposed, I turn to the side and move towards the edge. I turn to face Brian and his ripe cock, facing it head-on. With him kneeling and me laying, his cock becomes level with my face. I can look directly at it. It stands upright only two feet away.

And then, without saying anything, I give him his surprise. I simply open my mouth wide and leave it open.

Brian lets out a moan as soon as I do it. I thought it might take him awhile to understand, but Brian learns fast. I see I have nothing to worry about. Pleasant to my delight, he sifts his knees side-to-side and approaches closer.

I don't say anything. I just lay there open mouthed and inviting. Brian's cock, I know from all his own self stroking, sits at the edge of an eruption. And from the way it pre-cums, I can tell it sits at the edge of a very powerful eruption.

Little does Brian know how much Josh fucked me last night. I think he fucked me in every possible position and in every possible way. He even taught me a few positions I've never tried before. It's amazing what a girl can do with an 11-inch cock. There was one thing, however, he couldn't do. He tried, of course, but he was simply too big. He was too wide. His cock was too thick. I could not open my mouth wide enough to accept him. The only position we didn't try was oral sex, but now I have Brian to make up for it.

I remain still as he inserts his hot, wet cock inside my mouth. First the thick head and then the long shaft, he slowly inserts his wet cock into my mouth. The musky smell of his cock is unmistakable. The taste of his pre-cumm is delightful. I purposely refrain from using my tongue in any way to stimulate it. I only use my lips to clamp down slowly upon his shaft.

I hear him let out a low moan from just above me as he inserts about half his cock inside. He knows from experience how far to go. I feel him pull back out and then push in again.

Brian fucks me in the mouth. In and out, in and out he goes. The moans start to get louder from above me. I know he is close. So am I. I can't wait to finally swallow sperm. I had wanted to taste Josh's so bad the night before, but he was just too big for me. The best I could do was to lap the tip of his cock with my tongue as my fingers crushed his delicate balls.

I have a devilish thought about doing the same to Brian. I think about taking hold of Brian's balls and giving them a good squeeze just like I did to Josh, but of course I cannot. He would never be able to survive the same abuse I gave to Josh's nuts last night.

I try to hold out for as long as I can, but I can't help it. After only about a minute of face fucking, I attack. Suddenly and without warning, I attack my prey with no mercy. I ravish Brian with my tongue and suck him with all my energy.

"Oh God!" I hear him cry out.

I feel like crying out with the same words, but I can't talk very well with an erect cock in my mouth. Instead of voicing my pleasure, I use my tongue to demonstrate. I race it all over, especially across the slick head and pre-cumming hole.

It takes only a few seconds after that. Brian cumms with the biggest explosion he's given so far. He cumms like it is the last cumm he will ever experience.

To be continued...



Mission to a New World Ch. 10



Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.

Chapter 10: A Really Big One For Debbie

D+5

I can't believe it! I am really going to get another one! Two nights in a row! And tonight is supposed to be even bigger!

Word quickly got around. Josh told his friends, and then his friends told other friends. I don't know exactly what Josh said, but I can easily imagine him describing my performance. I wonder if he told his friends about how much I screamed. I question if he mentioned the way I thrashed about when I went into orgasm. Maybe he even mentioned my tight twat? I don't know, but then his exact words really don't matter. The important thing is that they all know. Every young male in the village knows I am an excellent fuck.

I can't wait for another Longton to step downstairs and ravish me again tonight. I would have preferred to take at least one night off to rest, but we have to leave in the morning. Brian found the reactor core, so now we have a job to do. Tomorrow morning we will leave, although we won't really leave. We will only pretend to leave. In reality, we will circle back around to the core and then bury it.

As much as my body needs to take the night off, I also have to consider the mission. It is either tonight or never. I have the choice of either allowing another Longton to fuck me tonight, or I will have to leave tomorrow with an unfulfilled pussy. My course of action is obvious. No Earth-woman in her right mind would dare pass up such an opportunity.

I can't wait! Brian already tied me up. I'm tied much like the night before. I stand in the middle of the room. My arms are pulled high above me. My legs are spread wide to the hooks projecting from the floor. I stand completely helpless and vulnerable in the vertical swimsuit. I know a Longton man will soon walk down the stairs, take apart the hook that still holds up the narrow strips of cloth that cover my chest, and then he will have his way with me. He will start with my tits and then move to the rest of my body. I can't wait!

The only problem is that I don't know who it will be. Several of Josh's friends eagerly volunteered for the opportunity to fuck me. They all want to fuck me, but only one gets the opportunity.

"You're really going to like him," Brian teased me as he tied me up. "I'm told he's even larger than Josh, which means you are going to enjoy him even more."

"Tell me!" I attempt to get him to spill the secret. "Please, is it Charles? Or maybe it's Larrymore?"

Brian gives no hint of recognition in his eyes. Earlier he told me it was a name I should know, but I've always been bad with names. Longton names are especially hard to remember because of their weird pronunciations.

"He's bigger," Brian teases. "I figured you can easily take something bigger, especially after you told me about Josh plugging up your hole and then giving you two extra inches. I'm sure you can handle a little more."

"Oh God!" I cry out, remembering my own words.

"Well, at least he'll fit in length," Brian adds. "Width is another thing. And who knows what will happen when he finally shoots his limitless cumm!"

"Oh God!" I cry out again. "Please! Tell me! How long is he, really? Is he really bigger than Josh!"

Brian sits on the bed and shakes his head. "I won't tell – not yet – but there is something else I need to tell you instead."

"What?" I question. I feel like I might be wearing him down.

"It's the same thing I tried to tell you this morning," He replies. "Do you remember? I tried to tell you this morning, but you were more interested in blowing my cock than in what I wanted to say."

I laugh. He is right. "And it was a very good piece of cock too," I try to embarrass him. "I really enjoyed every drop of your spunk."

He smiles weakly. I'm in no position to embarrass a man, especially given my helpless state.

"As I said this morning," Brian goes on. "You might not like what I'm about to say, but I think you really should know before we leave."

His voice sounds serious. I grow curious about what he has to say.

"It's about these Longton men," He stands to speak more soberly. "I'm afraid Space Command wasn't completely honest with you back on Crion. They did not tell you everything they knew about the Longton men."

"What does that mean?" I grow even more curious.

"They didn't actually lie to you," He emphases. "They just didn't tell you everything. It would have been very embarrassing, and they were afraid you might not volunteer for the mission if you knew."

"Knew what?" I question.

"Some of us wanted to tell you sooner," He hesitates. "If it was up to me, I would have told you long before we came down to the surface, but I was under orders."

"Told me what?" I grow impatient. I find my attention drifting from my impending fuck.

"It's about the Longton males," He speaks finally. "I'm afraid Space Command wasn't completely honest with you about the Longton males. The previous expeditions actually discovered some of what we found out."

I can guess what he means. "Are you talking about their size?"

He nods.

"Are you talking about the size of their cocks?" I have to know for certain.

"Some of it," He answers defensively. "They knew about their size, but not all of it! The previous expeditions discovered the Longtons were well hung when they went to the river to bath together. They couldn't help but notice their size, but that's all they knew. We had no idea how big they could get."

"No way!" I refuse to believe him. "I read the reports! I have a security clearance. I saw everything."

"Obviously not everything," He corrects. "It was kept out of the official reports. I guess Space Command felt it was too embarrassing."

"No way!" I say again, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is serious. "You're not joking, are you?"

"It's no joke," He speaks serious.

I am shocked. I can't believe it! I can't believe they held such an important piece of information back from me, both now and while I worked in the lab. The reports from the previous expeditions said nothing of the Longton's dick size. That means the information was somehow kept secret, like maybe in another report that only men could read.

"You're really not joking?" I question to make sure.

"I'm really not joking."

I shake my head in disbelief. "Why?"

Brian shrugs his shoulders.

"I just can't believe it!" I speak my thoughts out loud. "Why would they keep something like that from me?"

"Maybe they were afraid you might hijack a ship to check them out," He laughs.

I do not find it funny. I do not find his words funny at all! Such an important piece of information should never have been kept from me. We were supposed to be told everything. It could have endangered the mission!

"But seriously…" He stops laughing when he sees my reaction. "I don't know the details. I don't know why the information was put in a separate, more secret report and kept from you. I wasn't around back then. Maybe it was just too embarrassing. Can you imagine Captain Rileymen briefing you on the Longton dick size?"

He has a point, I suppose. I have a hard time picturing Captain Rileymen or any other male officer admitting a humanoid species has bigger dicks than Earth-bound males.

"So they knew the Longton's were abnormally long," He summarizes. "But that was only when flaccid. They didn't know how big they were when hard."

"Well, what were they thinking?" I question. "If a guy is hung like a horse when he's relaxed, he's naturally going to stick out like a tree when he's hard! What were they thinking?"

Brian only shrugs his shoulders. "Logical, but not necessarily true," He tells me. "It doesn't always work that way with human males, and an alien creature is certainly going to be more unpredictable."

I suppose he has a point, but I find his words difficult to believe. He misses the main point. Space Command lied. They knew about their big dicks the whole time, but they never told me anything about it. They lied to get me down to the surface. 

"Don't be mad at me," Brian defends himself as though he sees the simmering anger in my mind.

"I don't care," I blame him anyway. "You could have told me earlier!"

"But I was under orders."

"I don't care!" I chastise him again. I wish I wasn't all tied up so I could take a slug at him. I have a sneaking suspicion that the contriving bastard waited until I was tied up so I couldn't fight back.

"I hate you!" I yell.

"Well then," He takes a step back as though afraid I really will slug him. "In that case, I suppose as long as you're already pissed at me, then I might as well tell you the rest."

"The rest?" I ask in disbelief. "You mean there's more?"

"Yes more," He answers. "It has to do with the satellite crashing into the surface. We are not going to double back and hide the reactor core tomorrow morning."

"We're not?" I ask in surprise. "What are we going to do then?"

"We're simply going to go back to the shuttle instead," He continues to surprise.

"What? You mean we are just going to leave the core hear and let it kill a few Longton's? Are you crazy?"

He takes another step back and speaks simply: "There is no core."

I look at him in shock.

"There really isn't even a satellite," He goes on. "It was only a piece of space junk that we crashed down to the surface."

I fail to accept his words. I think I just stare back at him open mouthed.

"It was all part of an elaborate ruse to get you down to the surface," He tells me.

"What?" I don't believe him.

"The real purpose of this mission was to research the sexual performance of the Longton males," He steps towards the door. "The only reason you were selected was because you had the biggest tits in the lab. They rightly figured a Longton male couldn't resist your size, and they also correctly figured that you wouldn't be able to resist there's either."

"What?" I say again.

"And incidentally," He adds just as he is about to turn back up the stairs. "It's nothing, really, but I just wanted to let you know the ship has you under observation. In order to properly research the Longton's sexual performance, I secretly planted four cameras in the walls."

I stand in shock. I think my eyes practically pop out of my head. For a moment, I can't say anything. It takes a few seconds for me to process the information. Fake satellite? Sexual research? Cameras?

"Brian!" I call out to him. "Brian!" I yell up the stairs. "Come on! Be serious!"

I don't believe him. I can't believe him! I know he doesn't really have cameras hidden in the wall, although he could… I stop to consider it, and the thought makes me cringe with terror. I remember last night and the way I thrashed about.

"Come on Brian!" I yell again. "Please! You can't leave me hanging like this!"

I look around to try to find the cameras, but I know the effort is futile. I might be able to find them close up, but not from the middle of the dimly lit room. A camera could be nothing more than the end of a fiber optic filament looking out from between the stone bricks. The body and the transmitter would be larger, but those could easily be buried on the opposite side of the wall. I want Brian to walk back down the stairs to untie me so I can check.

"Please Brian!" I can hardly stand it. I know his story about the cameras is only a tease, but I don't know for certain. I can't help but imagine the men back at Crion watching me on a monitor right now, looking at my chest. I take a glance down to look at what they are able to see, and then I think about what else they will soon see.

"Oh Brian, please!" I can't stand it. My pulse races. My body sweats in anticipation. I no longer think of cock, but instead think of the audience that might be watching.

I also notice something else. I can't believe it at first, but I can't deny it. I notice I've actually become wet! The thought of being watched excites me!

"He's here," Brian yells from the top of the stairs. "Keep quite! No English!"

"Ple…" I start to plead one last time, but then hold back. I know it will do no good to yell. I might as well accept it. The thought of a Big Cock returns to my mind. I again wonder who will fuck me tonight, and then I think about who might all be watching.

To be continued???