2 comments/ 6747 views/ 3 favorites Spacemaid By: NormaJane Somewhere in the Rigel 14/4/7 Sector she suddenly appeared outside the viewport. The navicom would indicate exactly where, because I uttered an exclamation and a question: "Great heavens! What's that?" The first part was appropriate, as I was, from the point of view of my planetary starting-point, celestially situated. The second part might equally have been, "Who is that?" Because out there, against the interstellar darkness, there seemed to be a female human being, a naked female human being, a glowing naked female human being. This was, of course, impossible. No naked human being could live in that near-absolute zero vacuum. So I could not be seeing it, her. Clearly, or obscurely, she was a fantasy fostered by several weeks alone in my little skiff. More likely this was the test I had been sent out to undergo. It was not surprising, then, that she was waving to me and smiling. It was also not surprising if this were the case, that she was changing colour, from white-skinned through deepening browns to a black so black she almost disappeared. But that must confirm that she was an illusion, because human beings, even if able to survive naked in space, do not change colour. Of course, my theological studies had included St Simon Stylites, tortured atop his pillar by visions of tempting women. Perhaps this was a test of my ability to crush within me the effects of the sight of a naked woman, whatever her hue, especially one as downright beautiful as this one. She was also, now, slowly altering her pigment, to a rich dark green. Her hair, everywhere, also changed, and a luxuriant lime-green pubic bush was certainly arresting. She was, too, slowly turning, bringing into view a generous and wonderfully shaped green posterior. And it was at that moment that she first spoke. Of course she did not use her mouth, as I would never have heard ordinary speech, uttered in a vacuum and having to pass through the viewport. She spoke inside my head, but I heard it in a breathy soprano. "Would you like me to come in?". As a well-brought up young man I felt I should answer, even though I was all the more certain that she was, if not a fantasy, a siren, a dangerous entity able to use my own mind and senses to allure and destroy me. But there were no shipmates to tie me to the mast, and I would still hear her even if I were blindfolded and my ears were plugged . Even as I formulated this conclusion she continued, "If I were dangerous I could surely breach your craft with or without your permission. After all, I must have powers unknown to you to manifest like this." This seemed logical, but rather added to my apprehension, and I said nothing, though it was evident that whatever I thought she would know. "Would it help if I looked like this?" she said in my head, and she metamorphosed into a portly grey-haired elderly man in a business suit carrying a cloth-wrapped stick, which I recognised from viewing of ancient film as an umbrella. "No, it makes no difference, does it? And you'd really rather I looked like this," and in a few seconds she was again naked, female and this time honey-coloured, except for her eyes which were huge and entirely golden-irised around the pupils. After a few more seconds she looked down at her breasts, enormous, swaying with her movements, nipples protruding ten centimetres from darker brown, extensive aureoles. I followed her gaze and as I watched the nipples slowly turned into tiny erected cocks. She brought the forefingers and thumbs of both hands up to those penipples and squeezed. They ejaculated, squirting honey-coloured liquid sixty centimetres or so onto the outside of the viewport. This, too, was naturally impossible. Any fluid emptied into space would freeze at once. But there it was, running in viscous streamlets down the viewport, until she sent out a long, long tongue and licked it clean. This astonishing feat left me breathless and in a state like drunkenness, my fears not so much banished as becoming part of a mounting excitement. What more could this amazing creature, real or my own projection, do? She immediately answered this unspoken, but mentally formulated, question, for, approaching the viewport even closer, till her lower belly and upper thighs filled it, she caused her luxuriant now blonde puss-fuzz to riffle as if in a breeze. The vulval cleft opened a little and the clitoris came into view. And began to grow, lengthening and thickening, tracking down her left leg, swelling and throbbing, its head turning this way and that, snakelike, as if seeking something, and developing a urethral opening. Then it slid between the labia and half of it disappeared up the pink-edged vagina. Bent into a semi-circle it stroked in and out, a little bent piston in a cylinder. After half a dozen probings it withdrew and squirted a large blob of thick goo onto a thigh, then slowly thinned and retracted till it was back at the top of the cleft. The ejaculate was swiftly absorbed into the muscle. "Can you imagine how it would be to make love with me?" she asked, her voice seeming now to be sounding throughout my body, not least in my now erect penis. Even though there was no need for me to speak I needed, in my curious desire to be courteous, ask, "Can you breathe air?" She laughed, a rich, buzzing along my nerves. Obviously she could use or ignore the atmosphere in the craft. It was a silly question, though polite. "I will open the outer hatch," I told her aloud, "and when you are sealed in the lock I will open the inner one." She clearly knew that already, and I felt reassured that she had, with equal courtesy, waited to be invited, when she could probably have entered easily enough without the mechanism. At the same time I wondered not just who, or what, she was, but why she would want to display to and have contact with me at all. What would so incredible a creature want with a human doctoral sociotheological student undergoing his qualifying fieldwork examination? Of course she could read this question as I pondered it and answered as she entered the airlock, "We live to give and take pleasure, with whom and where we can. And you might even learn something." As the airlock closed and filled with atmosphere I asked aloud, "Does that always mean sex?" During the moments the airlock took to equalise she answered in my head, "No, it can involve almost anything, from sharing visions to philosophical disputation, musical improvisations to theoretical mathematics, whatever be the preoccupation." Then the inner lock opened and she entered, but now different again. She was a slender, elderly lady in a dark grey jacket and long skirt, a "suit," again recognised from old films. Her white hair was gathered in a pleat behind her head, and she had dark stockings and shiny black pumps. Obviously she had raided my mental store of ancient stereotypes of school teachers, down to the pale complexion and the eyeglasses clamped on the bridge of an aquiline nose. To my amused surprise she offered me a chilly, long-fingered hand to shake and said in a sharp-toned, precise accent, "I think we should talk about this before going any further." I indicated the only chair, before the console and bowed. She sat, carefully smoothing down the modest skirt. I sat on the end of the bunk. We were, I realised, talking with lips and tongue, as she said, fixing me with a stern look through the pince-nez (that was what those things were called so long ago!), "You must be sure what you think and feel if you follow your desires, because whatever happens will be shaped by your wishes, conscious or otherwise." She paused expectantly. "You mean, if I want you to turn into a fat matron in a corset and beat me with whips that would happen?" "Yes," she said, "Though I know that would not actually be your chosen activity." "But what's in it for you?" I asked, "Whatever, whoever, you are." "I told you. We draw on your enjoyment. It gives us joy. And had you considered your mission?" "We?" I asked, and she said, "What you see is a tiny part in matter-form of a great continuum of what you call 'dark energy.' We stretch through space, between stars and galaxies, adrift yet moving, alive with the light of nebulae. Look!" My brain filled with images, distant and then close, of cloud-wrapped planets, double stars shedding vast tangles of hot gas, comets with flashing, icy tails, scatterings of asteroids, scarcely visible in the dim light of a distant sun. It was as if my mind was a camera swooping at dizzying speed through space, filming whatever came within its range. And what it saw was breath-takingly beautiful. The images faded and the school-marm figure said, "That is a little of how we see the universe, but we see it complete, everything at once, because we are seeing it from everywhere all the time." And suddenly I was looking down onto the earth, where I have never been. I knew it was the earth from all those history lessons, with the holographs of the continents and oceans, and at the same time I began to hear a great babel of sound, a million voices speaking at once. "You are hearing all the broadcasts and communications from your fellow beings," she said, "But we, being multiple, can hear every signal separately." "But you also read our minds. You must know everything we humans have ever known and done, every huge convulsion, like a war, and every tiny event, like my scratching my ear." "How else can we mirror your desires?" "You can make every fantasy come true?" "Only, and this is vital, only when the realisation of the fantasy brings something good, for you, for us, for the universe. We cannot and will not fulfil anything else." This was reassuring, though I was aware that a siren would say such things before draining my blood or ransacking my cerebrum. But, then, if she, it, wanted to do such things she could have set to at once with parlay. There was only one way to test the situation, and I was out here for research purposes, wasn't I? So I stepped across and pushed back the decorous skirt. The stockings, it turned out, finished at upper thigh, and further up there were white, apparently cotton underpants. She did not resist this approach but asked in a rather severe tone, "Young man, are you quite sure you want to do this?" Whether she was questioning my doing it to a respectable, elderly lady or doing it at all, or both, was not clear, but I interpreted it as "at all" and even found the query stimulating. Her inviolate, dried-up virgin, aspect spurred me on. Here I was alone with a female, never mind why or how, and why should I not take advantage? I even thought that if this being did not like my advances she could remove herself as easily as she came. I drew her to her feet. She neither resisted nor seemed very willing. I took off the jacket. The blouse beneath was smooth and shiny, some synthetic fabric, and I undid its many, small shiny buttons without haste and pulled it free of the skirt and laid it on the console behind her. The unspectacular breasts were encased in a garment I knew was called a brassiere, or bra for short, the customary restraint in times gone by. The harness fastened at the back, I found, and a little fiddling undid it. The breasts came into view and they were "tidy." That was the word that came to mind. I hesitated and moment, wondering whether I should really be doing this. After all, this amazing entity had chosen to appear as a traditionally anti-sexual female. But she was not objecting and the very air of chastity about her added a frisson. Besides, those were breasts and therefore nice. I put the bra on the console and unzipped the skirt. Beneath it was a smooth, white underskirt, and the delightful archaic word "petticoat" came to mind. I peeled it down her legs. I stepped her feet out of it and slipped off the shoes as I did so. Now she was dressed only in the white cotton pants, also delightfully old-fashioned. The waist and legs were held tight against the flesh by elastic and some stray, mousy pubic hairs straggled out from the lower cinctures. Of course my tool was throbbing away in my trousie, but again I hesitated. There was something mechanical and cold about this encounter. I wished I had started differently. Too late now. So I drew her to me and began a long, probing kiss. Her mouth opened to the pressure of my tongue and accepted my exploration. I might have stopped then, but I drew back a moment and saw the eye-glasses, perched a little awry on her nose, and they somehow made her the more naked and vulnerable and my lust drove me on to pick her up. I was half expecting she would be vastly heavy, or feather-light. In fact she weighed about what a woman of her size would weigh and I carried her the short distance to and put her down on the bunk. There was just room for me to climb in beside her and I resumed the kiss.There was something yet more exciting in this prudish-looking female allowing me to part her legs with one hand and stroke the rather coarse, sparse brush and at the same time with the other hand finger the little nipples, which scarcely protruded from the pale aureoles. I even fancied they hardened a little, but that might have been my fancy when I stopped the kissing and applied my mouth to the left bud. I drew away and looked into her eyes, which were open and regarding me quite calmly, even indulgently, as if aware of my desire though not necessarily giving permission. Putting my arms under them, I drew up her knees and lifted her bottom to draw off the white nixies, which I laid against her. They melted into the flesh and were gone. "The other garments must be taken back, too," she said, and extended her arm from the bunk and rather to my horror it went on extending until the hand reached the skirt, bra, blouse and petticoat and they disappeared into the palm. "But they were so real, so right," I said, disconcerted for a moment. "They were proper clothes, with the old materials." "Of course," she said, the arm back in proportion and round my neck, "We are energy and can make every kind of matter. We drew that clothing from your memory." This seemed to give me licence to resume and I ran my fingers into the pubic fuzz and felt for the clitoris. The vulva was tight shut, but I used thumb against fingers to prize it open and seek the clitoris. I could scarcely feel it and gave up the search. I tore off my shirt and trousie and levered myself up over the nearer knee and jammed myself between her thighs. She did not either try to close them or open them. My tool-tip pressed against the fuzz, seeking the entrance. Slowly it forced its way into a gluey tightness, the very stickiness impeding progress. But several strokes in and out opened the cunt enough and I forged in full cock. Now I was really aroused, riding the wave of need and after a dozen increasingly violent drives into that unprepared pussy I came. There was some relief to it, but not enough and my penis shrank its way out very soon and was slightly sore from the lack of love-juice. I hardly dared look at her, but when I did she was actually smiling slightly, as if signalling that boys would be boys. Then she extricated herself neatly from under me and got off the bunk. There was something touching about seeing that elderly, well-preserved, pale body, the breasts quite firm, the fuzz dry and the cleft closed, as if nothing had happened. And as I watched a wondrous change occurred, for the whole body expanded, darkened, rejuvenated, until a raven-haired girl stood before me, with huge swaying breasts bearing chocolate nipples and a diamond of thick, rich dark auburn hair at the groin. "How does this appeal, then?" she asked in a deep, resonant contralto. "Shall I join you again in there?" Ever polite, though trembling with renewed desire, I said, "Please, if you would..." "Oh, yes, I would," she laughed and climbed in beside me. "And this time we'll do some things you will find interesting, because they are dredged out of your imagination." Once more we kissed, but this time her tongue filled my mouth, writhing and sucking, her lips squeezing mine, so that I felt my whole being was only my mouth, with hers seeming to flood it with a hot, tangy jelly that burned into my mucous membranes, as if my buccal cavity had become a cunt and her tongue was a penis sperming into it. Eventually she drew away and pressed my head towards a breast. And even as I approached it the nipples lengthened, twenty, thirty centimetres, like plants shooting to seek the sun, finding my lips, and plunging between them. I remembered the penipples on the woman outside in space had behaved, and these thrust in and out with the swelling and contracting of the breasts, till, as she sighed a huge sigh, they spurted thick juice, filling my mouth, and then sucked it back before I could swallow it. As the nipples shrank she again pressed my head, this time further down and opened her strong thighs. With my tongue I found the clit and began to lick. It erected, longer and longer, so that I took it into my mouth and began to suck and nibble. It flicked in and out of its own volition, finally going rigid as she cried out, "It's coming, it's coming" and her whole body tensed and a spurt of hot, spirituous fluid, almost more a gas than a liquid, jetted into with tremendous force into my cheeks. And was almost immediately sucked out again. She slowly relaxed and said, "Your turn now, and mine again, too. In you go." Once more I was between the legs, but they were not the same, as this was not the same creature as before. The inner labia unfurled and wrapped around my cockhead, slurping at it, and as I slipped into the vagina it took me with a swallowing, systole diastole motion, drawing me ever inwards. I thrust and strained, trying to fill that delicious cavern, as it sucked and shuddered about me. But then something entirely new. I felt the clitoris grow and grow, like a slender eel, twining round the base of my tool and then going on down between my legs and pushing at my anus, which opened to admit it. Inwards it went, creating its own lubricant, not painful in its being thin. As when, outside in space, the clitoris had plunged in and out of the vagina, so it did now, in and out, creating a frictional pleasure I had never experienced before, and then suddenly I realised I was coming again, and, of course, she knew that, too. "Here we go!" she exulted, and as my semen poured into her cunt her clitoris squirted a hot, hot fluid into my rectum and a great tingling, burning rush of ecstasy in tool and fundament combined into a transcendent orgasm. As she came, too, it felt as if she had drawn my whole body into hers. Certainly her vulva sucked in my balls, and my cock forced through the cervix, still spunking. She held me like that for what seemed an hour and then, slowly, we both relaxed and my penis made the journey out of the cervical opening, down the vagina and out of the vulva, still almost erect. As it slackened I fell asleep on that deep, deep bosom, and slumbered at a depth I had not known since I was a child. When I awoke she was different again. Neither elderly nor young she was as a mature woman, perhaps in her thirties or forties, breasts just slightly flaccid, belly a little rounded, and, an amusing touch, her pussy pelt was the same slightly coarse short grey hair as was on her head. I looked into her wise eyes, also grey, and realised I did not want to fuck her but to fondle her, hug her, cherish her as woman and fellow being, whether human or ethereal.. I could even feel through her, as it were, to sense the vast, space-filling network that she was part of. I wanted to be close to that, to be part of it, too, and the knowledge that I could not made me melancholy. Spacemaid "Don't be sad," she told me in a soft, caressing voice. "You must live your life as fully as you can as a human, knowing we are all about you, knowing you." "What about the other men and women out on this test-quest," I wondered. "Have you been having sex with them, too?" "With some, yes, in whatever ways they wished, but with others we have rather smoothed their path by other means to knowledge or understanding. With one we had a long debate about free will and pre-determination." "That would be Smarthia," I said, and she did not comment. Smarthia was a small, rather pale girl, with a lopsided smile and a scar across her left eyebrow. In figure she was a little plump, but neat and well proportioned, a good woman to have as a friend I often thought, though I did nothing about it. "What about Zulinda?" I asked, eager to know what had happened to the woman I secretly desired, a woman big in breast and bottom, richly hued and all the more voluptuous for her resistance. "She was determined to stay virgin and join one of the Alpha Centauri communities," I remarked bitterly. "She is still a virgin, or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say, again a virgin." "So, she wanted sex, too, despite herself." There was no answer, and after a few minutes this new woman said, "Once more, yet once more, and then I must go. So you must choose: how I am to be and what will we do." It came to me slowly what I would choose, and I bent my face to kiss her. Our mouths opened to each other and our tongues played together but there were no special liquids or alterations. And then I sucked at her quite normal, but beautiful because normal, nipples and they erected a few millimetres and we enjoyed them. After that I nuzzled into her labia and tongued her little clit, which hardened a trifle, and she stroked my tool until it was hard. Then she kneeled up and I stroked her shapely but not especially impressive bottom, and eventually, from the rear, glided up into her and moved steadily in and out, relishing her cheeks against my stomach and wanting nothing more than the delicious slippery fud-warmth. After a while I felt that warm, tingling, anticipatory buzz at the base of my cock. "It's coming," I said. "Come with me." And she did, gasping and gripping. She did not bid me farewell or offer any final wisdom. She simply dematerialised, faded into air, thin air, and, I presume, passed out into space through the molecules of the hull, which, being merely matter, itself consisted mostly of space. Was it all a hallucination, induced by solitude or some drug in the rations? Did I really have sex with a phantom, a will-o'-the-cosmic dust? I certainly felt as if I had, and there were damp patches on the bunk coverlet as if I had ejaculated. Perhaps I had done so, imagining myself to be deep in cunt. And, whether or not the space mermaid or siren had been real, what was the message of the manifestations? In myths, legends, fairy tales, a vital part of our undergraduate studies, everything came in threes: fates, wishes, witches, furies, rings, caskets. Shortly afterwards the craft powered up again and took me home. I slept much of the journey. When we postdocs, all returned, reconvened I noticed that most looked calmer, more assured. Those that appeared agitated, and one or two were even distressed, were escorted away by some of the tutors. I took special note of Smarthia, who gave me a smile and appeared confident, even replete from her discussion of free will and determinism. I resolved to ask what conclusion she had reached about whether or not she, or anyone, was really free to choose, moment to moment how to behave, how to live. The other tutors sat down those remaining, with our slimscreens and bade us answer the instruction which came up, taking as much time as we needed. We were expecting to write or record exhaustive accounts of our adventures and our conclusions, but the instruction on my slimmie, and I presume all the others, was simply: "In the light of your recent voyage comment in not more than fifty words on the following: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." We all answered within two minutes, and, if like me, in less than the allowed wordage. Smarthia finished first. Zulinda was confirmed in her aspiration and joined a community on Alpha Centauri I4/9/5. Smarthia and I came to this orbiting station above planet Five of the Procyion 9/13 system, where we are learning the symbols in which the planetary beings express their beliefs, marvelling at their scope and subtlety. She is not a virgin now, because we were married according to the ritual those planetary beings use when spiritually allying two or more individuals into a permanent nexus. The consummation was tender and joyful. We are happy. Spaceman Jack Ch. 01 Jack hated travelling alone. There's nothing lonelier than being trapped in an endless university with nothing or no one for company. It seems like the whole weight of the universe is crashing on your shoulders, even though you're but naked. And that was the only bit off travelling alone he enjoy; the fact that he could be private, and naked... Jack was currently waiting for contact from his business dealers, who told him where to go, but they were not going to ring for a few days. This gave Jack an absolutely boring day, as he had to just wait, as there was no point in travelling until he knew were to go. Today was definitely a naked day for Jack. He set his craft to autopilot (just in case) and went into the recreation part of his ship. He watched himself closely in the mirror. He had a swimmer's body, which was true, as whenever he was on solid ground he would try to swim, but on ship, he was a rower. Rowing was the easiest sport to keep him fit, as it worked so many muscles, especially the one's he wanted to look good the most. He simply had an ergo machine fitted into the ship, and he forced himself to row for a few hours a day. He was therefore in very fine shape, with perfect muscles all over his body. He was "tall and toned" as he liked to call himself. His baby blue eyes added to his appearance, as they captivated his audience, and many seemed to fall under his control. Jack had a tan, even though he was constantly in space, he had a pigment injected into his skin on his last home run, and so he wouldn't even look out of place on a Miami Beach. How he missed those beautiful beaches, the beautiful tanned babes, with their small bikinis, hiding their large succulent breasts. How he missed those beautiful girls down on the beach. Jack, in his time of loneliness, wished he was there. He fantasised about picking up a girl there, taking her back to his apartment near the beach, and fucking the crap out of her. He missed sex most of all. There were of course ways to keep him satisfied. He was a subscriber to holographic porn Inc. This was what he loved most about his craft. He had millions of videos to choose from. An especially large selection of lesbian porn, many straight videos, and a few bi, no gay. He had never been gay, and never would be. He never saw men in that way at all. He appreciated their bodies, but never wanted them to fuck him. However, once upon a time, he got sucked by a man in an erotic hologram boutique. But in his view, a mouth was a mouth, no matter what gender it belonged to. Recalling all of these made Jack extremely horney, so he went and chose a not-yet-seen holoporn, starring three nude women. The great thing about holoporn was that it projected the image in front of you, it was 3D, very realistic, and therefore made you feel like part of the action. He slowly got through the intro, and got onto the good stuff where two of the girls lay in a 69 position, whilst the other had a strap on and was fucking one of the girls like crazy in the ass. Of course, Jack was naked, and he had a very stiff cock, and was wanking like mad. His muscles never seemed to tire, along with his 10inch cock which he was pumping through his hands, and bringing him ever closer to an orgasm. His full attention was on the three ways in front of him, that he did not notice two people materialize next to him. These things were not people however. They were entirely red, naked, and they took the shape of beautiful women. One had strong DD breasts, which were firm, and held themselves up, also with a beautiful pussy, which seemed tight. The other only had D breasts, but stood slightly smaller than the other. She seemed to have a younger body, and did not look as experienced as the other. The eyes could tell. They watched Jack, who still hadn't noticed, cum all over his chest with long ropes of cum, which spurted over and over. He relaxed and flopped onto his bed, then stood up quickly, realizing the intruders were here. "I like the way he cum's." Said the younger looking one. "Yes, he seems to produce more than the other ones. He also seems to be in much better shape than any we've had before." The older one concurred. "What do you want?" Jack said, covering his slowly growing cock. He marvelled at the obvious beauty of these two "women", still, he was worried about who they we're. "We want you, to be a sex slave on board our ship. You have no choice." The elder said. "My name is Sonja. This is my deputy captain, Rye." She continued. "What if I say no?" Jack replied, with timid curiosity. "You won't, after we give you a taste of what you're in for, you will not want to leave." "How long?" "For the next three years. Most beg to stay once that time is up. However, at the end of your time, you will be given a luxury space cruiser, for you to do as you will." She said matter of factly. "Let's give him a taste of us, shall we?" Sonja said to Rye. Sonja swaggered over to Jack, feeling herself up, and fondling her breasts. She leant towards Jack, and kissed him passionately on the lips. From that moment on, he was under her command, as the saliva in her mouth contained a stimulating drug, which firstly acted as a form of Viagra, and secondly, as an aphrodisiac, making him lustfully Horney. They continued to lick the inside of each other's mouth's fencing with their tongues. She withdrew, and Rye took her place. Her apparent youngness did not come across in her kisses, as she seemed to be expertly trained, very eager, and very passionate. Sonja kissed her way down Jack's naked body, licking his body, then enveloping his extremely stiff cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked, and forced Jack to withdraw from his kissing and experience the pleasure washing over his body. "Lick me human." Rye said commandingly, forcing Jack onto his back, and placing her pussy over his face. He sucked and licked the glorious slit with new-found expertise, while his cock was expertly sucked by Sonja. "His cock is much bigger than our last one." She stifled through the cock, as she began to deep throat all ten inches. Jack withdrew his gaze from the pussy in front of him to marvel at how Sonja took all of his cock in one go, and did not even seem to resist a gag. She appeared to take it with ease. How much more could she take? Jack thought. He continued his licking for a few minutes, before he felt an orgasmic sensation flooding over him. He cummed over and over again into her mouth, and she gobbled it all up, not missing a drop. "He taste's nice. Different, maybe even slightly sweet." Sonja said. Jack did actually taste sweet. He had recently had an operation to change the taste of his cum, and it was now a sugar taste with a hint of fruit. "I want to fuck him." Rye said, climbing off of Jack's face. He let the two women completely take control of him, as he brought the bottom half of his body off the bed to give them a smoother fucking action. Rye walked towards his still erect cock, and, without hesitation, impaled herself, all the way to the pubic hair in one go. Then she started to fuck. Jack had fucked many pussies, but none quite like this. Firstly, it seemed tight, and enveloped him without so much as a twinge. It also felt warm, and even the feel of their skin around him warmed his body. The fact that she held nothing back and thrusted in and out hard and fast, whilst the warmth of the pussy took him all the way in, nearly made him cum there and then. Sonja and Jack lay next to each other, kissing, and licking each other's face. Sonja then went down to Jack butt, which was moving now with the beat of the fuck, and started to kiss and lick it. Jack was up for anything now. It felt great having two women around him, doing sexual acts to his body. Sonja continued to lick his ass while he rolled into his third orgasm of the hour. Rye, would not stop, she was robotically thrusting herself onto his cock, not missing a single beat, still going hard and fast, without tiring. Sonja, opened up Jack's crack, and slid her tongue into his glory-hole. Jack did not care that she was licking out his butt. He would not have cared if a guy had come into the room and started to fuck his ass. He was in a beautiful place, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, whilst Rye didn't seem to tire, and with a brilliant feeling in his ass. It suddenly came across him how deep Sonja's tongue seemed to be penetrating into his ass. It seemed to be growing. It was probably now roughly 7inches. It was then that Rye gave out her first moan, Jack came again and Sonja started to tongue-fuck his ass. Everyone was in-sync with each other, and it continued for at least an hour. Jack seemed to be orgasming non-stop, but still, he did not seem to tire, and his cock stayed erect. Rye started to moan even louder now, screaming and yelling. She started to cum, all over his cock. She did not stop. She went through minutes of orgasming, non-stop cumming over Jack's cock, until she gave out, and fell of Jack's cock onto the floor, panting. Jack was nearly unconscious now. The complete pleasure seemed to over well him. He felt like he was on drugs. Sonja came out of his ass, which seemed to quickly tightened up again, and licked the cum that Rye left on his cock. He still felt spasms of the orgasms hit him as he felt that weirdly long tongue dance around his cock. Sonja stood up "Will you be our sex slave?" she asked "Yes" Jack moaned, without any resentment. "Then come with us." They helped him to his feet and went over to the tele-pad (transporters). "Phoenix Lamer." The two "women" said together, and the two, along with their sex-slave, teleported to the land of the phoenix. To be continued... Spaceman Jack Ch. 02 Jack did not remember what had happened, he remembered the glorious bodies of the two red women, who were from the land of phoenix, and the capital of it, Lamer. The race which the two women belonged to were in fact also called phoenix, and the race was made up of women and men. The women produced singularly, and sex therefore, was merely recreational. This meant that, they needed some people to have "fun" with, and they seemed to like humans the best, which was why jack was brought here in the first place. The only two of this race jack could remember seeing was Rye and Sonja, so he was looking forward to seeing more of this sex-loving race. Rye came in the early hours of the morning, just after Jack had awoken from his slumber to inform him that he had a doctor appointment in an hour, and that he should rest until then. She also lay down his ground room. First and foremost, he must never wear any clothes until commanded to by either Rye or Sonja, as they were the ones in charge of him. Secondly, at all times, he must where the electronic bracelet around his ankle. This bracelet told everyone who his owners were, if he was in use (rented), and how much he would cost to rent out. Lastly, he must for whatever Rye and Sonja tell him to do, and if they rent him out, he must do whatever those people ask him to do. Just before Rye left she added that he may not leave the room until instructed. Exactly an hour after Rye left, two phoenixes walked gloriously into the room. One was a beautiful female. She was fairly small, with C breasts, and a flaming pussy. The other was a man with an obvious six-pack, and a broad face. He was of course, very muscly. His cock seemed to be about 7 inches, smaller than Jack's, but a bit thicker. It had no foreskin, and later, Jack was to realise that none of the phoenix men did. Without talking, each phoenix grabbed an arm, and lead Jack through a series of underground corridors. They seemed to be made out of some sort of plastic, and there were no windows. Eventually they came to a large room, with a lot of high-tech computers. The phoenixes seemed to be far ahead of the game in the way of technology, as all there was for computers were a pair of goggles, with a tiny microphone attached to it. Jack was lead to a surgeons table, where he was strapped in around his arms, (one out to each side), and his legs (one out to each side). The doctors put on their goggles and took out some simple looking instruments, used for measuring size and diameter of various objects. Jack's whole body was exposed to these people, he felt very open, I guess this was the price for the next three years of sex... The doctors went around his body and started to measure the diameter of all of his limbs, and then his waist, head, fingers, toes, and finally his penis. The man walked over to him. Jack new what was about to happen. He was right. The male phoenix opened his mouth and swallowed him whole. Just before he did this, Jack looked away (still not yet gay), and looked at the beautiful girl, sitting on a stool rubbing her clit, watching the action. The phoenix knew how to suck. It was one of the best ones he had ever felt. Eventually, the pleasure became very great. Jack looked towards the man. He was bobbing up and down on his now fully erect, ten inch cock, taking it all the way every time, his tongue licking around Jack's cock. Watching this man work his cock made him very hot, he was getting aroused by this man, his huge bulging muscles, his soft strong buttocks. Jack wondered if all of the male phoenixes were gay or maybe just most. The female to his right was now gasping and screaming. Jack hadn't noticed, but an electronic dildo had come out of the chair, and was now fucking the woman very fast and hard. She was pushing herself onto this massive dildo, which had to be about 14inches. She was rubbing her clit. The male in front of him quickened his pace and was sucking on his cock so fast; he could have been a machine. Then, he saw Jack stiffen, and withdrew off of his cock, and put a cup next to his cock. Jack cummed all he was worth into the cup, as Jack felt the man's naturally warm hands jerk him off, collecting as much as he could. Jack collapsed as the man finished his extraction and strode away out of his vision. He came back a minute later and took the diameter and length of his cock, which was still erect. He then walked towards Jack's face and bent over him. His lips hovered over Jack's, and then Jack thrust his neck up, kissing the phoenix very passionately. Their tongues lashed at each other like dragons. They exchanged saliva, and Jack fell under the spell of the phoenix. It wasn't over however... Jack was un-strapped, and taken towards a large capsule. He was strapped in there, the same way, except he had nothing supporting his back; he was just suspended by the ropes, which were amazingly comfortable. He felt like he was floating in air, just suspended in seeming nothingness. The door in front of him closed, and he was trapped in this capsule. Lights jumped on around him from separate directions, and then started to move their way down, and around Jack's body. A small light came out Jack's penis and a blue light came on. It scanned around his cock, then came out around it, and tried to get all the angles. Then it moved down to the balls and started to scan them. The light turned red and it pointed at one of the balls. Suddenly, a gab of pain shot through his balls, which made him shudder. The pain suddenly stopped, the light turned blue, and moved onto the next bullock. Scanning it, and then turning red, and seemingly injecting or transferring something into his ball. Whatever it was, Jack felt the pain, but was thankful it wasn't a needle. A bigger version of the pen light appeared in front of his chest, examining his nipples and pecks, then, for each, shining a large beam of red light over them. The pain was not as intense as his balls, but as it was a larger area, it ached more. The red light mover, and then shone onto his other pecks. "What the hell was happening? What are these lights for?" Jack was thinking. A machine came down from the heavens, the light turned blue on it, and it came down over Jack's head, he thought he was being X-rayed. The machine scanned down to Jacks chin, and then back up. Then the light turned red and the machine started to fall. Pain fell over Jack like nothing he had experienced. The machine was coming over his eyes, and he shut them just in case. He yelled out in the prolonged agony, but then the light went white, and started to retract back up over his head. Everything seemed to be over. One last thing was not however. A final pen light came out of the wall, and hovered exactly in front of Jack's penis. Then it turned red. This was the worst pain Jack had experienced. His favourite part of his body felt like it was being ripped apart. But as suddenly as it had started, the pain stopped, and the pen retracted and was reclaimed by the wall. The capsule door opened and the two doctors came in and started to un-strap him. Jack felt very angry towards these two phoenixes. They had not said one word to him, and he had just gone through the most pain in his life. He didn't say anything now though, he was not sure what Sonja and Rye would do to him. The two carried him over to the surgical table, but did not strap him in. The woman said something to his left, silently, into his ear. "You've been such a good boy, now it's time for your 'lollypop'" she said naughtily. She had a soothing voice which seemed to make Jack instantly relaxed. The female bent over Jack's face and started to kiss his forehead. Her lips were pleasantly warm against his head. She kissed him on the nose, then his lips. Jack kissed back, and they exchanged saliva, giving Jack the sustenance and putting him under their control. His cock immediately started to harden, as it edged its way to its full length. They continued to kiss, and the male walked towards Jack's penis. He started to lick and suck on it, getting it to its full length. The woman (whom Jack still did not know the name of) retracted from their kiss. The man took his mouth off of Jack's cock and moved away. It was now fully erect, and ready for sex. Jack looked at it. It was not the cock he was used to. It was at least an inch thicker, and two or more inches longer. It was a monster of a cock. That must have been a result of the red lights. They must have changed the things all over his body. The woman came over and resumed the male's work. She was an expert sucker. She bobbed up and down with un-human pace, and each time seemed to go further down his cock. Jack felt a warm finger feel its way around the edge of his ass, as the female continued her work. It then entered slowly into Jack's butt. This deeply aroused him, as it continued its way through his butt. Then a second finger joined in with the other. Then a third. The man was using three fingers to fuck Jack's ass. This was a new and wonderful feeling. He was also surprised to feel it didn't hurt. Then the fingers withdrew, as did the female from his cock. He saw the man behind him. The male pulled Jack along the table, so his legs were hanging off the end. He pulled them up over his shoulder, and came closer to Jack's butt. He edged closer and closer. He used his cock to circle around his anus, and then, without warning, plunged his huge cock into Jacks butt. This did hurt, and Jack yelled out in pain as his hole tightened around the cock. "Relax..." the woman said, and kissed him. Jack did relax, and he seemed to loosen up. Feeling this, the male at the other end quickened the pace of his fucking and was fucking his ass like Jack was some type of toy (which he was). The woman then jumped over his chest, and impaled herself onto the massive cock. She took it all in one go, and Jack felt her warm pussy fall over his new cock. The pleasured him a lot. She started to fuck him fast and quickly fell into rhythm with the male. Jack enjoyed the feeling of the two fucking him, the cock in his ass, and the woman on his cock. The woman, still bobbing on his cock, moved her hand to a button as Jack started to have his first huge orgasm. The straps stopped the force of his orgasm and spasming from throwing himself off of the bench. Jack cummed so much that he was surprised none came out, but the phoenix seemed to gather it all. The two continued their rhythm relentlessly. The male pounding his ass, his cock now slipping in and out with ease, and the female, sliding herself up and down Jack's elongated cock. The two didn't stop. They didn't slow down. They also didn't seem to orgasm. But Jack did. He went from orgasm to orgasm, until he was finally seeing stars and was now continually orgasming. He realised he was no longer cumming, he didn't have any left, but that didn't matter to him, just the pleasure of the group. They had been fucking for about ten more minutes until the door behind them opened. Rye entered in her flaming young beauty and glided over to the gangbang. They did not stop their pace, and only spared a glance for the new arrival. "I thought as much." She muttered to herself. Then got onto the table and lowered herself onto Jack's face. He took the invitation and started to lick and lick and suck and suck. He had to continue even though he was in so much pleasure. All he wanted to do was lay back and continue to feel the orgasms role over him, one after the other. The male phoenix suddenly picked up the pace, fucking Jack's ass hard and fast. Jack could hear the phoenix's "flesh" smacking against his own. The female also quickened his pace, "maybe they were close to orgasming" Jack thought. He was right; they continued to put him into one orgasm after another, all the while quickening their pace. Rye got off to watch on the stool with the electronic dildo. The female was shout and screaming in the pleasure that approached her and the man just groaned. They were fucking him with such force that the utensils on the wall were shaking in rhythm with the pounding. Then, Jack felt the man's cock spasm inside his ass. Then, he felt a warm liquid crash into his butt, filling him, smashing, and moving in his butt like the liquid had a mind of its own, then the female exploded onto Jack's cock, letting their sensuous cum seem down onto his cock, drenching his pubes. The male was still pounding his butt, and was still cumming the liquid into his butt. He then withdrew the cock and masturbated the rest onto the hole, which was now red. The woman removed herself from Jack's cock, and placed herself on Jack's face, still cumming, and indicated for Jack to drink the cum that was flowing from her red flaming pussy. Jack gobbled it all up, licking and sucking it all as his cock started to finally subside. The male then came over and put his cock near Jack's mouth. Jack took it in his mouth and sucked all of the cum off of it. Then Rye went over to his cock and licked off all of the juices on and around Jack's cock, and kissed Jack, transferring the cum into his mouth. The cum was sugary, it tasted like heaven in a liquid; Jack had never tasted anything like it. Rye finished transferring the cum, and then pressed a button. The straps withdrew, and the three of them picked him up and carried him back to the room, where Jack slept for two days. Another story is to follow, sorry for the long explanation, but it is vital for the series. More to come... Spaceman Jack Ch. 03 Jack realised he was now awake, although he did not open his eyes. He felt something was different. Jack was not allowed to sleep with a blanket over him, and sometimes he felt a "draft" in his room. This time however, he felt the air rushing over his body, but he felt the air in different places. He felt his nipples start to stand on end. This made him think of what had happened to him over the last few days. All the sex he had had, and the sex that was to come. He reminisced about the last encounter at the doctors. What had they done to him he wondered? He felt a liquid on the side of his leg, and now started to wonder even more. He hoped he had not peed himself. He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw nearly made him pass out. Jack had DD tits, and nipples the length of a nail. They were huge. He jumped up and out of his bed. The breasts bounced. Jack rubbed his hands down his waste. He had curves. He was astounded even more when his hands crawled further down to where his cock should have been and found a pussy, and beautiful cunt it was at that. He had changed into a woman. But what about his face? Jack moved towards a mirror suspended on the wall and looked at himself. He was stunningly beautiful. He had shoulder length champagne hair with frosty blue eyes, which projected excitement and bliss. He looked at his remarkable body, his succulent tits, and his sweet pussy. "Ah, I see you like the work" A male voice said from behind Jack. The doctor that had been working Jack a few days ago had entered the room just as Jack was feeling up his tits, and weighing them in his hands. "Yes, you've done what exactly?" Jack asked bemusedly. Jack said these words, but it was not his manly low tone. It was a woman's. Probably a teenager, it was quite girlish, Jack loved it. It was layered with sex. "Well, we have made you more user friendly to all species on our planet. Now, the women and men can use you in whatever way they like." "How will the women use me if I can't fuck them?" Jack touched his newly formed cunt. The doctor inspected the breasts roughly with his moist hands. "Ah, that's the beauty of this experiment. You can change back to a man whenever you like. All you have to do is say the gender you want to be and presto, you're a man. If you get good at changing, you will eventually be able to have a cock, a pussy, and a butt hole, for as many people as possible." "Male" Jack said out loud, turning to the mirror. There the original Jack was, his cock erect and waiting for use, his body boobless. "Female." He tried again, and turned back to the woman version. He turned towards the male phoenix, who now had a hard cock. "Would you like me to give you a test drive?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, flung Jack onto the bed. He bent over Jack and kissed him on the lips. They kissed for a long time, their tongues fighting with each other. Jack enjoyed the new tongue he had, its size and flexibility. He was now feeling the wetness seep down his leg once more. The phoenix kissed his way down Jack's neck, and then his worm lips fell onto the boobs. He kissed his way down them and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking, and running his tongue over it in his mouth. His other hand came up to the other boob and started to massage it. The warm hands and these new feelings made Jack moan out at this new pleasure he was experiencing. He now knew why women loved foreplay so much. Jack was sorry to see the man retract from his work, but became excited to see his mouth move towards the pussy. Jack had been looking forward to this feeling. The fact that he had a pussy had not quite taken hold of Jack, but when that tongue slid over the slit of the pussy, he shivered at this new feeling. Then he felt the warm wet tongue slide into the pussy. "OH MY GOD!!!" Jack yelled. This feeling was absolutely amazing, the warm tongue sliding in and out of a slit where his cock should have been nearly sent Jack into an orgasm. He loved the fact that this male phoenix's tongue could penetrate so deep into this slit, otherwise he would have screamed. He wanted more!!! The phoenix then brought out a finger, and slid it easily into the pussy. Jack gasped, and then collapsed as he was overwhelmed by such pleasure. However, the man only did a few thrusts before standing up and bringing Jack's body to the edge of the bed. Jack opened his legs. He wanted to receive this male's cock. It was big though, very big (14inches, and quite thick.) Jack was not too sure now; it did not look like his virgin pussy could take it. He did not have a choice. The male rubbed the juices secreted from the pussy around his cock, but did not wait long. He placed the head of his erect cock at the entrance to the tight chasm. He pushed gently and broke through. Jack gasped again. He felt pain mixed with pleasure. The cock inched gently forward, and then met a barrier. The male stalled. "Ready?" he asked. Jack just nodded, "remember, just relax, you'll enjoy it a lot more." Then he shoved his whole length past the barrier and to the full length of his rod until it met the fiery red pubes. Jack was gasping, and squirming. It felt extremely weird having this long rod inside him. He could feel the heat coming from it, even the quick pulsating. The pain slowly passed. The fun was about to begin. The male withdrew and thrust back. Jack's eyes started to water. The man continued. He started thrusting back and forward faster now, the sword getting more slippery and passing in and out quicker. Pleasure replaced pain as the pace quickened. The thrusting movements and the pleasure overpowering Jack's virgin body. "YES!!! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!!!!" Jack shouted. The male quickened his pace and force and was now thrusting with so much force that Jack was nearly thrown off the bed. "OH GOD!!! I'M ..." That's all Jack got out. He screamed as a tidal wave of pleasure overtook him, flooding through his whole body as he screamed out to celebrate the pure ecstasy that was flooding through his whole being. The male bent forward and pinned Jack onto his back as he started to spasm due to the huge orgasm that was coming over him. If it was not for this man pinning him down, the force of the orgasm would have made Jack fall of the bed. The man continued to fuck with speed and force, hard and fasting, bringing orgasm upon orgasm to Jack. He had never felt anything so amazing. The orgasm as a woman felt much better than the one as a man, no matter how good the fucker was. He continued to fuck. The phoenix had not yet cum, and he was still going at it. Jack was in a place that was filled with stars as he rolled from one orgasm to the next, now unable to shout or yell his voice was so horse. Then the man started to spasm, and he fucked hard for a second, and then thrust himself as far as he could go into Jack, and cummed ropes upon ropes of the fiery liquid into Jack, which gave him an even bigger orgasm. The phoenix cummed for about a minute before withdrawing, and lapping all of the cum from the now red pussy. "Do you like this new body? Have you any questions?" The phoenix panted. "I love it even more than my other body. What's your name?" Jack said, still lying on the bed, exhausted. "Scuff." He replied simply. "Anything else?" "Yes, I want you to come and see me whenever you can. You have the best cock I have ever seen, felt, or had in me. I want to suck it, fuck it, and have it in my ass." "Tell you what, every morning; I will fuck you for one hour. See you." He finished and strode out of the room, just as Sonja strode in. "Ahh, I see you've been given a test drive, well, now you know what to do, it's time to meet the rest of the crew." More coming. Keep checking.