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Subject: {ASSM} Body Of Evidence (group, MF, les, rom, anal, oral)
Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2001 21:10:04 -0400
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At one point (a long time ago) this was a story based on a popular TV
sci-fi franchise.  It was the first story I ever submitted to the
newsgroups, and it got a lot of favourable comments, which encouraged me
towards "Passages In Time" and so forth.

   But I never liked the story personally.  The derivative nature of it
irritated me, and it was WAY too long (yes, even longer than it is now). 
So here it is again, substantially rewritten and with my own, more rounded
(I hope) characters.  And now I think I do like it.  I hope you do to.

   This finishes my reposting/rewriting exercise (Passages In Time 1-4,
Body Of Evidence and Cradle Snatcher) and anything else (like Cabin Fever
and Favour Day) will be entirely new.

   My stories can all be found at assm and on Stories Online.  A new story
will soon appear elsewhere - news on that soon if you're interested.

   Oh, and finally.  I started off the reworking of Body Of Evidence with
the thought that I'd use some of the newsgroup names as characters.  Shon
was in there, for example, and Souvie...  Malinov and Alexis...  even
Spoonbender...  oh, you know.  And then I thought...  well, I don't quite
know what the reaction would be to that.  Offence, maybe.  I haven't
actually earned the right to use such references willy nilly yet.  So I
didn't.

   But I did use Sven.  Because he wrote me a very nice e-mail about a
couple of my stories, so I don't think he'll mind.  Well, at least I hope
he doesn't.  He is running the bar after all....

   Usual copyright stuff.  Mine mine mine.  Please ask before reposting.

   Body Of Evidence by Alan C.  McDonald

   "You should be certain, Alyssa", Doctor Franklin pressed, "that you want
to go this route.  Just getting rid of the dreams may not be the answer. 
There could be good reasons why you're having them.  Your subconscious mind
expressing thoughts that your conscious mind won't, for example.  That's
just one possibility."

   Alyssa Col sighed theatrically.  "I'm not here for a lecture, Hoyt", she
insisted.  "Can you do it, or can't you?"

   Hoyt studied his lovely patient.  As always, he was impressed by her
rounded figure, her long slim legs, her sparkling eyes.  When he'd first
come to System Central, he'd thought about the possibility of linking up
with her almost constantly.  Only recently had his ardour cooled, because
of her relationship with the Esmadean envoy Elisha and because of the
discovery of some distractions of his own.

   "Oh, I can give you as much uninterrupted sleep as you want", he
assured. "But while that might cure a symptom, I can't be certain it would
address the problem."

   Alyssa was adamant.  "Hoyt, I haven't slept for three nights", she said.
"From where I stand, curing the symptom will be fine."

   "It won't be fine for me", Hoyt replied with a touch of irritation. 
"I'm not prepared to obscure a potentially serious problem simply to allow
you to nod off from time to time.  What if you're under some outside
influence?  What if you're a threat to System Central?  I'm a doctor,
Alyssa, not a pharmacist.  If you want to diagnose yourself, then buy your
own treatment.  Otherwise, tell me exactly what's happening and let me
decide what to do about it."

   There was no denying, Hoyt realised, that Alyssa looked tired.  Her eyes
were heavy, her tall figure seemed stooped, and she'd been irritable, even
with Commander Heffernan.  Hoyt believed that he would be failing in both
duty and friendship if he didn't investigate closely.

   His patient coloured slightly.  "It's embarrassing, Hoyt", she said.  "I
don't really want to talk about it."

   "Alyssa, we've known one another a long time", Hoyt insisted.  "Whatever
you tell me stays in medical.  You know that.  What are the dreams about?"

   The Skellan woman looked down at the desk.  Her fists were clenched,
accentuating the orange pattern in her skin.  "They...  well..." She
paused, considered, then made the jump.  "Well, I suppose you could only
call them erotic."

   Franklin grinned.  "Well, this sounds interesting", he declared
enthusiastically.  "Now I really do want to know more."

   ******

   Col was used to Hoyt's inappropriate behaviour, and for the most part
found it amusing.  She liked him, particularly now that he was no longer
pursuing her.  Today, though, she simply wasn't in the mood.  She pushed
her chair back.  "I might have known that'd be your attitude", she told
him. "I come here with a genuine problem....."

   Hoyt had already moved around the desk, was by her, his hand on her
shoulder.  "Alyssa, I'm sorry", he insisted.  "Sit down, please.  I was
completely out of order.  It won't happen again"

   Reluctantly, Col returned to her chair and Franklin, after a pause,
returned to his.  "No more cracks", she warned, bottling her anger.  "I
mean it, Hoyt."

   Franklin put his hand on his heart.  "No more cracks", he assured.  "I'm
here to help, Alyssa.  Truly."

   Col cast her eyes down, mortified at the disclosure she was about to
make.  "I wake up nine or ten times a night, Hoyt", she told him, and there
was an unusual tremor in her voice.  "Hot and...  well, uncomfortable. 
Every time, it's the same dream.  It's getting to be unbearable. 
Particularly with Elisha being away.  When I can't...  well, you know...."
She smiled briefly.  "And no, I'm not looking for volunteers."

   Franklin seemed to ignore the barb.  Instead, he raised an eyebrow.  "A
memory, perhaps?", he suggested.  "From a previous generation?  It's
happened before, to Skellans.  In fact, involuntary regression is rather
more common amongst skellans than most other humanoid races."

   Col shook her head firmly, slamming Franklin's mental textbook shut. 
"No.  Definitely no.  The events occur here, Hoyt.  On System Central.  As
far as I can tell, in the very recent past."

   "How do you know that for certain?", Franklin asked.  "I mean, the
recent past bit?  Could we be looking at the near future, maybe?  I mean,
can we rule out a temporal anomaly?"

   "The recent past", Col insisted.  "I'm certain of it.  Announcements I
recognise.  People talking about Sven the Elder's upcoming holoparty for
Andor's birthday.  Which happened last week, as you know."

   Hoyt was behind her again, using a medical tricorder.  "And you are
Alyssa Col in this dream?", he presumed.

   "That's the odd thing", Col said.  "In a lot of ways, I seem to be. 
When I look in a mirror, I see myself.  But in other ways, I'm...  well,
someone else.  And things aren't quite right in other respects.  For
example...  Kandar's in the dream, but he has no command pips.  Lirabel's
there too, but she isn't pregnant.  There was never a time when both of
those things were true simultaneously.""

   "Do the other characters in your dream see you as Alyssa Col?", Hoyt
wondered.

   She wondered where he was going with this.  "Yes", she confirmed.  "But
it's a little more complicated than that.  You see, the people that I do...
well.  things with...  I know them.  And they're people I'd never...  well,
never consider....  I mean, never...  Never have in the past....  Never
will in the future...."

   "So they definitely aren't people you're attracted to?", Hoyt pressed.
"This isn't a subconscious fantasy?"

   "Absolutely not", Col insisted.  "Sven is there.  Sven, of all people.
And you too, Hoyt."

   *******

   Hoyt ignored the implied insult, mainly because his medical curiosity
was fully engaged.  Also, he was starting to have some very odd ideas. 
"Look, I can't find any evidence of any telepathic activity", he said, "but
we'd be wise not to discard that possibility entirely.  Alyssa, I'm even
more strongly of the view now that we shouldn't dismiss this without some
investigation.  What I'd like to do is send you to sleep with a mild
sedative, and then carry out some observations.  And a few tests."

   Col's eyes narrowed.  "It's a bit drastic, Hoyt", she said.  "I'm having
uncomfortable dreams, that's all."

   "Recurring dreams", Franklin reminded.  "Which may not be quite as
harmless as you seem to think".

   Col surrendered with a groan.  "I suppose I should lie down, then", she
said.

   "Yes", Hoyt agreed.  "That would be best."

   *******

   The sedative worked quickly.  Alyssa didn't try to stay awake, but was
aware that even if she had, she would not have succeeded.  The lethargy
which she felt was all embracing.  Dizziness took her down.  Hoyt's face
became a blur.

   And was replaced by the face of Carter Heffernan, as luscious sensation
exploded in her back, buttocks and groin.

   She smiled, looked up into Carter's wild eyes, felt the lovely closeness
of him.  And as always in these dreams, she found nothing strange about her
situation at all.

   Carter was kneeling, and her hips rested across his thighs.  He was
teasing her, moving the bulb of his enormous erection up and down the
length of her slit.  The action was easy and natural, because she was fully
lubricated.  She'd been that way, embarrassingly that way, since she and
her five guests had talked in Sven's bar.

   The gentle contact was luscious, belying the strength that Carter's
appendage clearly possessed.  Occasionally, he did use that strength to
exert a little pressure on her clitoris, sending sweet twinges of pleasure
through her stomach.  If he continued the caresses, she realised, these
alone would bring her to climax.

   Of course, he didn't continue.  He was far too young and too impatient
for that.  Eventually, he centred his weapon and, hands on her hips, pushed
forward in an attempt to haul her on to it.

   Far too young?  Carter Heffernan?

   But, she realised, this wasn't really Carter, was it?  Because Alyssa
felt none of the complex emotions she would expect to feel if she had truly
been making love to her long standing friend.

   The thought jarred with her, but she was too busy to find time to
evaluate it further.  Carter or not, she wanted this man inside her.

   *****

   When Carter had removed his clothing minutes before, the sheer bulk of
the thing had startled her.

   She had studied him carefully, covetously, as he stood before her proud
but sheepish.  She had taken in his black, wiry hair, his deep and eager
eyes, liked his smooth skin and his ready smile, noted his strong chest,
slim hips and deeply muscled legs.  Mostly, though, she had concentrated
on...  well, on his ebony tower, flattened in full erection against his
stomach, the glans bulging broadly across his navel, prow tipped, and
jaunty.  Alyssa had slept with perhaps a dozen different men, and none of
them had been so well endowed.  Few of them had come close.

   She recalled thinking, as she had beckoned him towards her, that some
young lady somewhere down the line was never going to know just how lucky
she was.

   Young lady........?

   Never mind.  It wasn't important.  Because for now, even if only for a
few minutes, she was going to be the lucky one.

   *****

   Carter pushed and, despite her readiness, Alyssa's cunt didn't
immediately admit him.  So he pushed a little harder, using his thumbs at
either side of the orifice in order to open it up a little.

   The tactic worked.  An inch of thick, stiff pole squeezed into Alyssa,
her opening stretching to quite unfamiliar limits.  She felt her lips draw
back against her teeth, and she raised her hips slightly, labouring to help
him.  She was uncomfortable, but she was desperate too.  Her nerve ends
were already dancing.

   "Come on, 'lyssa", he moaned.  "Let me in.  I know you want it."

   "I'm trying, Carter", she panted back.  "Believe me, I'm trying."

   Slowly, working with him, Alyssa secured deeper penetration, spreading
her legs wider, which encouraged a little more of him inside her.

   The bed upon which Alyssa was lying and Carter was kneeling was, she
recognised, her own.

   *****

   Now he lifted her back slightly, improving the angle of address, and
this, finally, wonderfully, did the trick.

   It was as though some invisible barrier had been breached.  The monster,
free to do as Carter willed it, crushed into her, her cunt swallowing the
remaining three or four inches in one sudden gulp.  She was impaled,
winded. His erection, inside her, felt huge, hot and rigid.  She could feel
it pulsing with the pressure of blood, throbbing against her vaginal walls.

   "Oooh, Alyssa", Lirabel said, undisguised wonderment in her voice, "that
must really hurt."

   And the fact that Lirabel had spoken, and was obviously watching closely
enough to comment in that way, made Col suddenly embarrassed.  She had
momentarily forgotten that there were other people in the room.

   The sensation of strain between her legs, in her passage, was a lovely
one, and she concentrated on that.  She felt both filled and fulfilled. 
She felt, for the first time in a year, like a real woman, a woman
receiving pleasure, a woman giving pleasure to a man.

   A year?  No, that was wrong.  She slept with Elisha, when he wasn't on
his travels, every night.  None of it made sense.  The memories seemed to
be hers, but they weren't.

   She studied Carter's face.  His eyes were closed, and his teeth were
whitening his bottom lip.  Down there, she knew, she was as moist as she
had ever been, and his size would make her feel extremely tight.  She
guessed that he was finding difficulty in controlling himself, was
struggling to hold back from spurting immediately.  Even though he'd
claimed not to be a virgin, she allowed for the possibility that he'd been
boasting in front of his friends.

   Virgin?  But this was the station commander.  And if he was a virgin,
then an awful lot of people were misinformed.

   But he was.  Or at least this Carter was.  She simply knew it.

   And consequently, she remained still, as, she noted, did he.  No doubt
like her he wanted this to last longer than a few seconds.  If she did to
Carter any of the kinds of things that she did to Elisha, instant
transmission of semen was the certain result.

   The mutual immobility eased for just a moment a build up of sexual
tension within her which had seemed inexorable.  She actually regained,
briefly, the presence of mind to glance at Carter's three friends with the
intention of establishing what effect his endeavours were having on them.

   Their burning eyes and open mouths went some way towards confirming that
they were all just as inexperienced as Carter, and the bulges in their
pants showed that they would be ready to take their turns.  Alyssa had
already decided that she would let them.

   Kandar, long and gangly with a pleasant, angular face, was gaping
directly at the point where Carter's body and Alyssa's made connection. 
Blatantly, he was massaging his groin, an abandon no doubt facilitated by
Carter's unembarrassed ardour.  To allow the others this freedom was
precisely the reason why she had chosen Carter, in his extrovert
willingness, to go first.

   Of course, the amount of Aldebaran whisky that Kandar had consumed
would, she thought, also have contributed substantially to the lowering of
his inhibitions.

   Sven, the second of the group, was a cocky little sod, but good looking
with it.  Good looking for a Jovian colonist, at any rate.  His gaze seemed
to be concentrating on her face, on her reaction to the intrusion of cock.
When he realised that she was returning his stare, he grinned impudently.

   She decided that when his turn came, she'd teach him some respect.

   The third male observer was Hoyt Franklin, Lirabel's boyfriend.  Like
Sven, he was a looker, but his good looks were of the earth human variety.
Less bulky, less rounded.

   Hoyt was standing with his arm around Lirabel's shoulders, the hand
trailing very close to her right breast, but not quite touching it.  This
was a sign of restraint, but the presence of Lirabel did not appear to be
limiting his blunt interest in Alyssa.  His prick was a rock, vertical
along the centre of his pants.  His eyes were locked in the same direction
as Kandar's, and he was breathing heavily.

   As, Alyssa noted with surprise, was Lirabel.  The Aldevaran girl's
involvement was absolute, and had led to her recent question.

   Alyssa didn't know quite what she'd expected from Lirabel.  The girl's
insistence on being present had startled her.  After all, Lirabel was
definitely still a virgin.  Alyssa knew this, because Lirabel had confided
it, explaining that she was frightened of commitment, and Hoyt had on a
different occasion confirmed it, remarking upon long nights of frustration
trying to get his lady to change her mind.

   Alyssa couldn't help but feel that as the heat in the young men built,
that virginity would become harder and harder for Lirabel to cling on to.
She'd placed herself in a rather dangerous Aposition.  She would be sorely
tempted, and her morals would be comprehensively tested.

   Alyssa certainly didn't blame Hoyt for not giving up on Lirabel, despite
her reticence with him.  The Aldevaran was a gorgeous creature, combining
the sultry heat of a girl on the brink of womanhood with the intensity of
her orthodox upbringing.  It was a riveting mix, and was not even the whole
sum of her appeal.  In addition, her body was slim and powerful, her legs
sleek, her buttocks full and shapely.  A flat belly and small, round
breasts which stood perkily up to be counted made her one of the sexiest
females Alyssa had ever seen.

   Particularly now, for Lirabel was wearing a short brown skirt which
showed off her legs, and a cream blouse tied at the neck.  Beneath that
blouse, her nipples were very obviously big and hard, dark bloated circles.
Every now and then her hips made a brief grinding motion, as though she
were dreaming that she rather than Alyssa was welcoming Carter's cock.  Her
lips were parted and occasionally, involuntarily, the tip of her tongue
skated around them.

   She was hot.  There was no doubt about it.  It seemed quite possible
that she would deprive Alyssa of Hoyt, take him away to a more private
place, offer him the privelege of deflowering her.  Alyssa didn't doubt
that the girl's original intention had been that Hoyt would join in the
game, but her hungry eyes made it impossible to believe that she was not
now developing other notions.

   Alyssa's attention had wandered, but now it was wrenched back to Carter,
who clearly had decided that he'd stored up enough control, because he
suddenly started to fuck her.  Restricted by the position he was in, he
could only withdraw a couple of inches, but even such a simple movement was
enough to make Alyssa cry out.  The nerves in her lower back and stomach
danced a jig, and her vagina quivered rhythmically around its guest as it
groaned apart to accept each slow, inward stroke.

   She closed her eyes, and regretted it.  Instantly her head went into a
wild spin.

   The realisation struck her that, already, she was mere moments away from
climax.  If Carter could restrain himself for just a few more pushes, he'd
have an out of control woman on his hands...

   It was marvellous, of course, to be in this position, but it was also
unexpected.  That Andoring, as she'd prepared for work, the possibility
that she might enliven her afternoon with orgasm would, if she'd even
considered it, have seemed like some faraway dream.

   *****

   Sex had become a subsidiary part of Alyssa's life recently.  She'd been
separated from her husband Elmo for eighteen months (no, Elisha was her
man, Elisha, Elisha), and hadn't welcomed a lover for twelve (no, she lived
with Elisha, lived with him).  Part of the reason for that was that she
didn't have the resources to go out very often, or the time, having to work
continuously to support herself.

   She was only thirty years old (never thirty, twenty four, she was twenty
four), and her body was in pretty good condition.  She was confident that
she could attract men if she wanted to.  And occasionally she did want to.
But Sven's place on the midday shift could hardly be described as a
promising pick-up joint.

   That morning, she had dressed as usual in a simple black skirt and white
shirt with red trimmings, and at eleven had started work.  By twelve, the
place had been buzzing, but none of the customers had been worth a second
glance.  Most of them were male, but most of them were married, just
passing through or too alien for her tastes.  She flirted with them of
course, dutifully, because Sven expected that.

   Hoyt and Lirabel came in about one o'clock, Kandar five minutes later,
Carter five minutes after that, accompanied by another Sven.

   Another Sven....?

   She dismissed the odd memory, momentarily understanding that she was
involved in a dream, and that the memory was part of the dream. 
Perhaps.... ....Someone else's dream.?

   And anything could happen in a dream....

   Couldn't it.....?

   But yet.......

   ....It seemed so real....

   And then, suddenly, it was real again, and the existence of two Svens
seemed a perfectly natural thing.  A normality.  An accepted fact.

   *****

   She remembered that as usual the group had taken up a corner table, and
that she hadn't paid much heed to them.  They were nice young people, but
the males were far too young for her.

   Carter had first come to the bar at about half past two, and was his
usual crude self.  "Afternoon, you hot stuff you", he had called and,
noting that she was pulling an order of Aldevaran beer had added, "I've got
something better for you to pull with that hand".

   The size of Carter's equipment was well known, a bar myth.  "Sorry",
she'd replied playfully.  "I can't handle heavy weights".

   "I'll help", he had countered, before leaning closer to confide, "You're
missing out on a treat."

   "A treat, is it?", Alyssa had bantered.  "From what I've heard, if I let
you put that thing where you want to put it I'd need medical attention."

   "You're too brave a girl to worry about things like that", he had
proposed with a leer.  "So.  Why don't I wait for your shift to finish and
show you what you're missing?"

   Col had giggled.  "Okay", she'd pretended to agree.  "But the truth is,
you'd be taking a risk too.  I'd be too much for the likes of you."

   Carter had laughed in mock disbelief and, the game played to an amusing
conclusion, had ordered his drinks and returned to his table.  Ten minutes
later, Kandar had arrived to pick up the ball and have a little run with
it.

   "Commander Heffernan suggests", he had opened, "that I might help out.
Apparently you're too much for him, so he needs someone to take up the
slack."

   Alyssa had grinned, shrugged.  "Suits me", she'd co-operated.  "Let's
make it a party.  Bring Sven and Hoyt too.  Oh no, hang on, Hoyt's with
Lirabel, isn't he?  Well, never mind, I suppose she can watch.  Or even
join in.  Whatever suits her".

   "I'm not sure I'm in favour of Sven taking part", Kandar had commented.
"But if it's that or nothing, I suppose I'll have to go along with it."

   "You'll be off like a shot", Col had taunted.  "And so would the rest of
them."

   Back at the table, the group had gone into a huddle.  Alyssa had smiled
and had served another customer, confident that the joke still had mileage
in it.

   At half past three, when she was preparing to finish for the afternoon,
the five had come to perch on stools by the bar, watching her wash glasses,
muttering audibly about what a terrible thing a broken promise was, in any
circumstances.  Carter had been wearing his trademark grin.

   "We'll see who's playing games and who isn't in ten minutes, won't we?",
she'd teased them, just to keep the pot boiling.  "When I'm finished here".

   Then Lirabel, joining in for the first time, had said, "Alyssa, did you
mean it when you said that I could come too?"

   Alyssa had stopped work, turned.  The tone of the question had surprised
her.  "You know this is a joke, don't you, Lirabel?", she had checked.  "I
mean, this sort of banter happens all the time.  Carter's incorrigible. 
And Sven's almost as bad."

   "I wouldn't mind if you were serious", Lirabel had insisted fervently.
"What's holding you back?  If it's me, I'm fine with it.  And I'm fine with
Hoyt joining in too.  Not all Aldevarans take the high moral ground, you
know."

   "I wouldn't mind Hoyt joining in either", Hoyt had piped up lewdly.  "Go
on, Alyssa.  Walk on the wild side".

   Unbidden, Alyssa had felt a brief whirl of reckless lust, so sudden that
her legs had almost given way.  It had, after all, been so long.

   She had known even then that the ritual had taken on a harder edge than
usual, that real possibilities were lurking in the shadows beyond the game
play.  Deliberately and dangerously, she had abandoned her efforts to
correct Lirabel and instead had responded to Hoyt, had returned quite
consciously to teasing.  There was an ill defined path appearing in front
of her, and she had wanted, even if she chose not to walk it, to have some
inclination of where it might have led.

   "It's not just up to me, Hoyt", she had pointed out.  "You all know
where my quarters are."

   The young men had glanced at each other.  Then, as though by telepathy,
they had lifted their glasses together, drained them.  "Half an hour, then,
pretty lady", Carter had promised, with an exaggerated wink.  "Ready or
not."

   "I can't see it taking any longer than that", Alyssa had pointed out.  A
joke, because even then, she hadn't believed that the line between
playfulness and real possibility had truly been crossed.  But it had been
crossed.  And there would be no turning back.

   *****

   And her impending climax was the proof of that.  Carter was here, on her
bed, buried to the balls inside her, and the others were here too, watching
closely, waiting their turn.  All of them, ready to find out exactly how
long it would take.  Here, from there.  A startlingly simple journey.

   The tension built in her now, inexorably, on the steepest of curves.  It
was good.  Very good.  Perhaps the best ever.  All the while, her cunt
ached around Carter's swollen prick, particularly when that pushed gently
into her, substantially withdrew, pushed forward again.  Each thrust was a
fresh and total impalement.  Two or three more of those thrusts would take
her beyond the point of no return, she knew.  Her lower body was a fretwork
of dancing nerves.

   Just two or three........

   "Don't stop, Carter", she pleaded.  "Please don't stop now".

   "I won't", he promised.  "I couldn't." He squeezed into her again. 
Testicles settled, gentle and heavy, against her bottom, lifted clear
again.

   And again......

   ......and again........

   ......and.......and.....

   The whirling concentrated, expanded, jacknifing into Alyssa's head, into
her neck, into her muscles, forcing her to raise her buttocks from the bed.
Then the pleasure swirled into those buttocks, down to her thighs, to her
knees, stretching her, owning her.  She felt tears well in her eyes.

   "Carter", she screamed.  "Oh, my stars......"

   The storm centred, was slowly sucked towards her groin.  She realised
vaguely that she was still shouting, encouraging Carter towards stardom
before his peers, but the shouts were not, in the main, recognisable words.

   Her cunt was twitching wildly.  She grasped his hips to pull him, and
his massive cock, into fuller contact, tried to restrict his movement with
her knees as she ground her lower body up against his.  She tensed her
belly, enveloping him, bloated as she was, yet more tightly.

   Then the sharpness of the sensations, all but unbearable already,
factored up again.  She was loosely aware that she was holding her breath,
that her eyes were clenched shut.  Nonetheless, the electricity generated
by her union with Carter Heffernan remained visible as white flashes,
exploding behind her eyelids, numbing her brain.

   Orgasm shattered, melting into resolution.

   Her buttocks bounced on her lover's knees as she rode both him and the
waves of pleasure that he was generating.  Her passage went into even more
violent contractions, and it seemed that it was only Carter's sheer bulk
which kept him inside her.  She heard herself moaning, panting, vocalising
her exquisite release.  Throughout the delightful experience, the feel of
big, satisfying cock remained a factor, the continuous sheathing of it a
joy beautiful beyond description.

   And then, as her own sensations began to moderate, the inevitable
happened.  Carter, tested to his limits, ejaculated hugely inside her.

   Just before he did so, he ceased, momentarily, the relentless fucking, a
nd his grip on her hips became painful in its intensity.  Alyssa opened her
eyes, studied his grimace of climax with some satisfaction.

   He sighed, moaned.  His balls, jammed against her buttocks, jerked, and
his massive organ throbbed.

   The vibration thrummed through her vaginal walls as the first gout was
launched.  Hot thick semen splattered deep inside her to mix with her own
voluminous juices.  The deposit was substantial enough that she could sense
its weight.

   Carter moaned again, a sound which preceded a second, equally hefty
discharge, sprayed into her private hall with palpable force and velocity.

   Carter let his shoulders sag.  His head fell forward.  Now she could
hear only heavy breathing, both Carter's and that of the observers.

   *****

   She thought that she knew what those observers would be thinking now. 
They would be thinking that the group had reached another point of
decision, trapped momentarily between uncertainty and heat.  They would
want to know if she would continue to keep a promise which they might
believe she had made but which they certainly would feel unable to enforce.

   Twenty minutes beforehand, they'd been standing at her door, at the time
no doubt with only the slightest hope that she'd permit anything at all to
happen.

   *****

   She'd only been in her quarters about five minutes when the alert had
chimed, and she'd already put the discussion in the bar entirely out of her
mind as she relaxed by her viewing port.  When she'd answered the door,
she'd been honestly surprised at the identity of her visitors.

   In retrospect, she guessed that it was Lirabel who had pushed the issue,
who had herded her friends along.  In retrospect, it seemed obvious that
the girl had been seized by a fantasy which was strong enough to control
her, to steer her actions, to propel her into risks.  Alyssa was unkind
enough to guess that the source of that fantasy might have been a
desperation to understand exactly what her abstinence with Hoyt was costing
her.

   In evidence of her commitment, Lirabel had been the prominent figure in
the corridor, the males arrayed in a shuffling semi-circle behind her, all
nervous, all self-consciously laddish.  Before Alyssa had been able to get
her bearings, the younger woman had gone on the attack.  "You were right",
she'd declared with a friendly smile.  "We did know where you lived".

   Again, Alyssa had felt that involuntary frisson of lust, and instead of
sending the group packing, she'd again indulged the game, treating the
visit as a tease, knowing in her heart that the time for teasing had
passed. "I haven't got the sleeping area organised", she'd told them.  "I
just couldn't bear for you to see it when it's such a mess.  Otherwise, I'd
be all yours.  So sorry and all that.  But you know how it is"

   "Take your time", Hoyt had pressed bravely.  "We're happy to wait.  We
could sit in the living area and drink some Jovian coffee.  While you got
everything ready."

   It was then that she made the odd decision to deepen the peril, a
decision which in retrospect had seemed to come from somewhere outside her.
But it was a firm decision.  A defined step.  "Well, I think I can manage
the coffee", she'd agreed, stepping back to admit them, "but only the
coffee".

   *****

   Once inside, the young men had spread out across the available seating,
lolling in the way that cocky youths can.  Kandar, without asking
permission, had turned the computer console on, finding a spatial
entertainment with practiced ease.

   Lirabel, more considerately, had followed Col into the alcove where the
beverage mixer was located.

   "They are serious, Alyssa", she'd observed after a moment or two.  "It
might not seem like it.  Maybe you think they're joking.  But they're
serious.  Really they are."

   For the second time, Lirabel's matter of fact delivery had taken Alyssa
by surprise, and the Aldevaran girl's brow was furrowed, as though
something of incredible importance was at stake.

   "They're serious about sex, I'm sure", Alyssa had informed her.  "But
not about me.  You'd serve equally well.  And in any event, the fact that
they might be serious is irrelevant.  The important thing is whether you or
I are interested in any of them.  Enough to...  well......"

   "I'd only intended to watch", Lirabel had answered, sudden panic in her
voice.

   "Oh, just watch", Alyssa had taunted.  "How brave of you."

   "They want you for your experience", the girl had argued.  "I couldn't
show them anything.  I don't know anything."

   "Don't give me that guff", Alyssa had insisted kindly.  "You know very
well that they'd get pretty much the same thing from you as they'd get from
me.  The only experience they're after is sex, plain and simple.  They're
not looking for a teacher.  And any female would do.  You, if you'd join
in. But the whole point is, you wouldn't.  You'd neer dream of it.  But you
think that I would."

   Lirabel had placed a soft hand on Col's shoulder then, had forced the
Skellan to look into her dark, urgent eyes.  "You're right", she'd
admitted. "I wouldn't.  Couldn't.  I'd be too scared.  I'm not ready.  But
yes, I do think you would, Alyssa.  If it could happen easily for you.  If
things could be taken out of your control.  You would, because the thought
excites you.  I know that.  You know that.  Deep down, you want to do it".

   The last six words, whispered, had been targeted so accurately that they
had stung Alyssa into humiliated denial.  Flushed and angry, she had
challenged, "Is that the sort of woman you think I am?"

   Lirabel's response had been most disconcerting.  Showing instant
concern, she'd moved a hand to Alyssa's cheek.  "You're a lovely woman",
she had advised, "and not a particular sort of woman.  But you're unhappy.
You live alone, and sometimes that must be hard.  There's nothing wrong
with taking the opportunities that come your way, Alyssa, especially when
they're risk free.  I mean, if anything does happen here, it won't be
discussed outside this group.  Ever.  You can be certain of it.  Because
we'd be courting real trouble, knowing the puritanical attitude of many on
this station.  Alyssa, all I'm suggesting is that you allow yourself to
make one of your fantasies real.  And you do have fantasies to mirror what
could happen here, don't you?"

   Alyssa had swallowed, drily.  Her randiness, previously a dull ache, was
suddenly a continuous sharp throb, warming her belly, demanding that she
acknowledge that she was in control.  That she could safely do this, if she
wanted to.

   "It isn't that simple, Lirabel", she'd argued, although she'd found
herself speaking with much less heat.  "You're not just suggesting that I
indulge a fantasy.  You're asking me to fuck four boys, all of whom are
young enough to be my sons".

   "You're ten years older than them", Lirabel had responded, with a slight
smile.  "Not thirty".

   "Maybe", Alyssa had conceded.  "Alright.  But their actual age is more
important than the age difference.  Boys, I called them.  And that's just
what they are."

   "Young men", Lirabel had disagreed.  "And like all young men, they don't
want tangles, or complications.  Which is convenient, because neither do
you.  So tell me.  Who's the loser here?  I don't think there is one".

   "Tell me why you're doing this first", Alyssa had insisted.  "I think I
need to know that before I can judge losers and winners".

   Lirabel had seemed mystified.  "I've told you", she'd replied after a
pause.  "If it does happen, it'll only happen because you want it to."

   At that point, the mixer had completed its work.  "I think you're
deliberately avoiding the question", Alyssa had accused as she reached for
two of the cups.  "What I want to know is what's in this for you.  For
innocent little Lirabel.  Why have you arranged it?"

   "Why haven't I objected, do you mean?", Lirabel had responded, retaining
her deflector shield.  "I've thought about that.  And it's this, I think.
Hoyt isn't as important to me as most people seem to think.  He just isn't
the one.  And if you know anything about my people, you should know that we
sometimes spend our whole lives searching for the one.  It's, in a sense,
our reason for being.  When we find that one, we're faithful forever.  But
until we succeed, anything goes, pretty much.  And I suppose that for me,
anything includes loaning Hoyt out."

   "You're still being evasive", Alyssa had pressed.  "It's not just a case
of going along with it.  You've pushed it.  Without you, the others
wouldn't be here.  And I want to know why.  I want to know what you get out
of this?"

   Finally, Lirabel had been forced to acknowledge the question.

   "I don't know", she had answered, after considerable thought, and she'd
seemed to Alyssa to be telling the truth.  "I'm not sure.  A thrill, maybe.
Or a compulsion.  But yes, Alyssa, you are right.  I do want this thing to
happen.  I think I'm probably working on the basis that I'll find out why
if it does".

   Alyssa had studied the girl for a moment, sympathetic but shocked. 
"Look, this is crazy, Lirabel", she had told her after a long pause.  "I'm
not going to do it."

   "Yes, you will", Lirabel had replied.

   Her frankness had forced Alyssa to respond in kind.  "There are a lot of
things I wish I could have, often on the spur of the moment", she had
admitted.  "But I know a lot more than you do about how unpleasant regret
can be".

   Again, Lirabel had placed that hand on Alyssa's cheek.  It had sent an
electric thrill coursing through her, and her legs, once again, had almost
buckled.  "You wouldn't regret anything from today", she had assured.  "I
just know that."

   And with that lie, she had turned and left Alyssa alone in the alcove.

   *****

   Now, Alyssa, as her first lover's cock, still enormous, pulsed within
her, looked up at Lirabel again, straining to see over Carter's left
shoulder.

   Hoyt's hand had drifted even closer to the Aldevaran girl's breast,
although he clearly remained short of the courage to caress her there.

   Lirabel caught the look, smiled.  The smile was wholly genuine.  "Do you
want to stop?", she asked, and Alyssa realised that the question was
genuine too.

   Lirabel's eyes, heavy and dark with passion, waited for the decision. 
For Alyssa, that decision was easy.  Even had she wanted to stop, she liked
Lirabel too much to disappoint her.

   But Alyssa didn't want to stop.  She didn't ever want to stop.  "Who's
next?", she whispered, speaking only to the girl.

   The three males standing watch all looked in Lirabel's direction,
respecting the choreographer.  Alyssa waited also, while the Aldevaran
considered options.

   "Sven", she instructed finally, and a little harshly, apparently less
concerned about the Jovian's choices than Alyssa's.  "Get undressed. 
Carter, up".

   Obediently, Carter withdrew.  Happily for Alyssa, he did so slowly, so
that her cunt, resisting the loss, could grasp at the slightly softening
penis as it slid clear, could grasp in fact with so much eagerness that it
momentarily trapped the bulbous glans.  Her insides gurgled in evidence of
the involuntary contraction.

   Eager and empty, she watched Sven undress.  Her legs remained wide
apart, her knees raised.  She guessed that in all his life to come the
Jovian would never come to a woman who was more ready for him.  Jovians
were not notoriously good at attracting women.  ***** She didn't have long
to wait.  Soon, utterly naked, Sven was walking towards her, bringing with
him a fully erect prick, one of the cutest she'd ever seen.  It was nothing
like Carter's in scale, of course, but aesthetically it was more pleasing.
Where Carter's instrument had been knobbly, Sven's was pink and smooth. 
Where Carter's testicles had been monstrous, Sven's were small and firm. 
Where Carter's pubic hair had been a wild forest, Sven's was wispy and
sparse.  Where Carter's glans had been a fierce ram, Sven presented a
friendly, chubby, almost symmetrical head, a helmet whose deep central eye
was already ooing fluid.

   Alyssa sat up, having decided on impulse that this wasn't the sort of
cock which was intended to get right down to business.  It was built for
sucking.  And missing the chance to do just that would be a real waste.

   "Kneel down", she hissed at her new bedmate.  "Let me lick it".

   Sven didn't need any persuading.  Alyssa hadn't expected that he would.
"No argument from me, Col", he said, and knelt down on the edge of the bed.

   She let her hand drift beneath his balls, weighing them, felt crinkled
skin tauten in response.  Then she trailed her forefinger up the underside
of the erection, all the way to the frenulum, very slowly.  Deep shuddering
consumed the Jovian, and he closed his eyes, immediately opened them again
in order to watch.  The gorgeous prick jerked and bucked.

   Alyssa looked up at him, smiled, encouraging his unrestrained enjoyment.
Then she crooked her finger around the back of his member, brought it to
the horizontal, and with the tip of her tongue licked up the precum,
savouring the gluey texture, the salty taste and the wild, responsive buck
of the tube against her upper lip.

   Finally, having teased him enough, she took the solidity of him deep
into her mouth, kept him there, worked her tongue firmly.  His balls were
heavy against her chin.  His bulb was urgent against the back of her
throat.

   Sven sighed, long and deep, and the cock bucked again.  Worried that she
might gag, Alyssa let a couple of inches escape, and concentrated instead
on a slow, deliberate suction, working with tight, closed lips on the area
immediately above the glans, whilst whirling her tongue above and around
that glans, across it, under it, along the sides of it.

   The Jovian erection tasted lovely.  It was very sweet.  Also, the firm
skin was smooth and soft.  Alyssa liked the sensation of sucking him so
much that she didn't want to break away, even though her eventual aim was
that he should come between her legs rather than in her mouth.  There was a
risk that the attention she was giving him would take him over the edge,
but she decided that it was a risk worth taking.  Whatever happened,
happened.

   Supported on her left elbow, she worked comfortably.  Soon, his fingers
entwined in her hair and his hips started to rotate.  He was moaning, a low
guttural sound, and his increasing stiffness was unmistakeable.

   Wisdom demanded that she changed pace for a while.  She moved away from
Sven's shaft, started to gently suck his balls.  Occasionally she teased
him by licking the underside of the thing, or delighted him by pressurising
with the tip of her tongue just beneath the glans.

   Temptation soon returned her, though, to sucking the meat of him.  She
had just gone back to this when, to her astonishment, she felt hips settle
between her open thighs, felt hands slide beneath her knees.  Startled, she
tried to push Sven away, needing to find out what was happening.

   Then she heard Lirabel's voice, trying to reassure her.  "It's okay. 
Don't worry.  It's Kandar.  It'll be fine."

   Suddenly wildly excited, she adjusted position, lowering her shoulders
again to the bed.  Her hands were already around Sven's slim backside, and
lying back brought him off balance, so that he had to move over her face,
use his hands to support himself.  The connection, though, was hardly
disturbed.  She continued to fellate him with rhythm and commitment.

   Kandar settled across her belly and pubic bone, with his greater weight
on the left side.  His hand came between her thighs to help him make the
necessary adjustments, to get the right line.  In light of Alyssa's
sloppiness following her encounter with Carter, the search did not prove a
difficult exercise.  Within moments, another substantial cock docked into
her, the force of entry simultaneously winding her and thrilling her,
forcing a greater wildness into her oral assault on Sven.

   Col didn't try to dupe herself.  There was simply no point in hiding the
truth.  Which was that she was fulfilling another long cherished fantasy.
The mere thought that she was servicing two male members, that one such was
slipping gracefully into her hungry vagina while a second jerked under the
caress of her lips and tongue, electrified her, brought her within touching
distance of a second climax.

   Hips ground urgently between her legs, forcing stiff meat inside her,
time and time again.

   Hips rotated above her face as Sven strove to retain balance, to hold
his cock in a position where her mouth could freely work towards milking
it.

   Then, Kandar's hand moved to squeeze her right breast, and his mouth
started work on the nipple, teasing with his tongue, gently biting.  The
new sensation, piled on top of everything else, was endurable only in
orgasm, and that was where her body took her, after the shortest yet
steepest of climbs.  Shaking, heaving, grinding her lower body against
Kandar's, gorgeously silenced by Sven's slowly pumping cock, she almost
lost consciousness as she surfed heightening waves of indescribable
pleasure.

   As the sharpness of the climactic attack continued to increase, she
again increased the ferocity of her fellatio, sweeping Sven's erection with
her tongue, gently bringing her teeth into play, rolling the weight around
her mouth.  The prick responded, seemed to swell a little more, to bulge
between her jaws.

   Obviously the Jovian was close, and had her concentration been fully on
him, she'd have tried to judge the immanence of ejaculation, would have
tried to ensure that the ejaculate spattered her face rather than filling
her throat.

   She'd have made that choice remembering the only previous occasion when
she'd tasted a male discharge.

   That particular gout of semen had been sprayed by her husband, who at
that time had been only her boyfriend, in the back of a star skimmer
returning from a rest trip to Earth.  The pilot of the shuttle, her
husband's friend, had kept his eyes firmly on the stars as an impromptu
blow job had developed from a heated embrace.  She'd pulled a jacket over
her head to make it easier for Elmo to pretend that nothing unusual was
happening, and of course in the circumstances she'd had to swallow,
otherwise her clothing and the seat would have been squirted with jism.

   So she'd swallowed, and she'd hated it.  The liquid had been rather
sour, and the volume and tacky consistency of it had made her feel like
heaving.  She had vowed never to repeat the experiment.

   For now, though, the memory merely skimmed her mind.  Her concentration
was far too fragmented for it to remain.

   One large fragment of that concentration focussed on her tormented
nipple.  Another settled on the big, iron hard tube moving with slow,
confident strokes in and out of her sloppy sheath, pushing all the way in,
pulling most of the way out, filling her, stretching her, spreading her. 
Loving her and owning her.

   And a third fragment noted the sounds generated by that assault, sexy
sounds like the slap of full penetration and the slurp of withdrawal.

   Without thought for consequence, therefore, she ignored Sven's laboured
breathing, disregarded his juddering hips, and continued to suck.

   Lust and movement defined three people, lust that was raw and
exceptional.  It seemed to Alyssa that as one cock pushed into cunt or
mouth, the other was pulling back, an awesome synergy.  Multiple orgasms
racked her, a new climb commencing before a previous descent was complete.
Her body was writhing, her head spinning, her nerves shredding to such a
level of rawness that at times she felt like a creature constructed from
electrical impulses.

   Kandar was trying to force her lower body to be momentarily still, and
she understood why but found it difficult to comply.  After a time, his
fingernails digging into her hips focussed her briefly, but long enough for
her to accomodate his wishes.

   Immediately, he ejaculated into her, becoming the second man to flood
her with juice in a matter of minutes.  The release was strong and drawn
out, one huge expulsion followed by a number of less powerful pulses.

   Then Kandar, as Carter had done before him, collapsed across her.  And
the only thing he said, in a voice drained of all energy, was, "I just
don't believe it."

   Moments later, Sven too delivered his tribute, giving Alyssa no chance
to finish him by hand.  Jovian spunk sluiced into her mouth, a hefty
serving of warm, thick fluid which plastered her palate and drowned her
tongue, which slithered into her cheeks, bubbling over her teeth and lips.
A second squirt followed almost immediately, before she fully understood
what was happening.

   But thankfully, the taste was pleasant, salty rather than sour, and she
continued to suck, knowing that she was committed.  Almost eagerly, she
rolled the coagulating gunk, and the organ which had generated it, around
her mouth, feeling wonderfully dirty.  Then Sven spurted a third time, and
she gagged, unable to hold so much fluid without swallowing.  Already the
stuff was running down her chin, trailing onto her neck and shoulders.  Ah
well, she thought.  And just as she'd done in the star skimmer, she tried
to gulp the semen down.

   Suddenly she was struggling to cope with an unfamiliar sensation, the
sensation that something was trying to adhere to her throat.  She had to
swallow six or seven times, quite noisily, to be rid of most of it, and she
had no doubt that the audience would be enjoying that particular finale.

   Now Kandar, slack, slid out of her and Sven, though not yet starting to
soften, rocked back.  She was empty again, and a climax was fluttering,
eager to be claimed.  She looked around for Hoyt, wondering whether he was
still in the game.  She remembered now that it had been Hoyt, of the five
to whom she'd made her announcement about half an hour previously, who'd
seemed the most uncertain.

   *****

   She'd returned from the preparation alcove fully intending to act as
though Lirabel had never put her outrageous proposal forward.  But Lirabel
had been standing, arms folded, in the centre of the room, and as Alyssa
had entered carrying a tray, the Aldevaran had startled Alyssa by pushing
that proposal a second time, on this occasion in front of the others.

   "I've asked Alyssa the question again", the girl had stated to them. 
"I've told her that you're all serious about this.  And I've also told her
that whatever happens here is totally between us.  Her answer was that
she'd think about it.  And when she's decided, she'll let you know".

   Silence had fallen like a hammer blow.  Alyssa had looked around, had
noted various expressions.  Surprise.  Hope.  A leer from Sven.

   And an unfamiliar voice had chirped in, a voice from within her own
head, suggesting the possibility that Lirabel had been right all along. 
That perhaps this was the sort of opportunity that only came along once in
a lifetime.

   "So have you decided, Alyssa?", Lirabel had pressed tautly.  "Or do you
need more time?"

   Alyssa had stared at the floor, shock and uncertainty tightening her
throat.  Ashamed over too many things to inwardly itemise, she had taken a
few moments before she'd looked up again.

   When she did, she had accidentally caught Carter's eye.  Immediately, he
had stood and had walked slowly over to her.  Leaning over the tray, he'd
kissed her, a brief and gentle touch.  Her lips had tingled, and pleasure
had opened like a flower in her groin.  Lirabel, who'd no doubt
choreographed the scene, had been forced to rescue the tray before it
tumbled to the deck.

   "It's not a game, Alyssa", Carter had told her.  "None of us think it's
a game."

   "Why fight it, Alyssa?", Lirabel had questioned huskily.  " What's the
point of that?"

   "I suppose I'm not going to get rid of you all otherwise", Alyssa had
replied, an accidental surrender.  Then, returning her gaze to the floor,
anxious not to see the response to the full submission which she now
intended, she had advised them, in words spoken both by someone else and in
a wavering tone, "I'm going to go into the sleeping area.  I'm going to get
undressed.  Anyone who wants to follow me...  well.  We'll see what happens
if they do."

   Then, consumed by dread and excitement, she had turned, and headed in
the direction she had indicated.

   *****

   Alone again, dazed, no longer in control, she had disrobed slowly,
piling her clothing in a neat stack on a chair.  When she had swung back to
face the door, it had been to discover that she wouldn't be alone for long.
She could hear excited voices outside the door.

   At that point, she had taken control of her own destiny.  She had
already, by her actions thus far, chosen to experience the things which
were offered to her.  There was no value in delaying, pretending otherwise.
Arms closed protectively over her breasts, she had waited for her visitors
to file into the room.  Then, naked before them all, she had summoned
Carter.

   "I think you were hoping to be first", she had encouraged him.

   Carter had taken a couple of steps forward.  But then he'd stopped,
uncertain for the first time.

   "Get undressed, Carter", Lirabel had hissed.

   He'd obeyed her quickly, without apparent embarrassment.  When he was
done, Alyssa had surveyed him with appreciation, before again taking the
initiative, which clearly still rested with her.

   Without a word, she'd moved to the bed.  Lying back, she'd crooked a
finger.

   Then she'd closed her eyes and waited.

   Soon she'd felt a weight settle nearby, as Carter knelt at the end of
the bed.  Then she'd felt hands, hands lifting her hips onto his thighs,
had felt her own thighs nudged open, had felt the first luscious touch of
the bulb of his prick as it contacted her well lubricated meat.

   It had begun that way.

   *****

   And it was continuing.

   Alyssa sat, successfully located Hoyt.  To her surprise, he was already
naked.  Lirabel was holding some of his clothing, and Alyssa guessed that
the Aldevaran girl had undressed him.  Certainly she was eager for him to
be involved, because she nudged him forward.

   None of the young men had been short of cock, and Hoyt, Alyssa was glad
to note, was in that same happy category.  At least six inches worth of
firm, thick excitement stood up against his almost hirsute, slim, fit
frame, the foreskin fully retracted to reveal a fat, purple tip.  The cock
curved slightly to the right.  If Lirabel ever decided to surrender herself
to her beau, Alyssa reflected, then she'd have no regrets.

   Lirabel was still directing events.  "Turn over", she hissed hotly.

   The instruction might have been her own, or might have merely been
relayed by her, following discussion with Hoyt.  Alyssa didn't care either
way.  She'd never experienced anal sex, but it wasn't an issue.  The way
she was feeling, she'd have agreed to pretty much anything.  Particularly
something which coincided with yet another fantasy.

   Without answering, she turned to lie on her stomach.  Then, as Hoyt's
weight settled on her back, she raised her bum a little.

   "Fuck me first", she requested on impulse.  "Just for a minute".

   "It would be my pleasure", Hoyt replied gallantly.  And with little
pause, he lowered himself and pushed his cock, in a single firm thrust, up
to the hilt within her.  Her vagina clamped down in response, but she
couldn't hold him still.  Hands on the cheeks of her bottom, he started to
drive into her, quite roughly, hard and deep, until the sought orgasm
seized her, racked her, hurled her into screaming, squealing ecstasy.

   By the time he pulled out of her, she was so exhausted that she didn't
initially react to his preparations in fulfilment of their mutual kinky
desire.  Riding on the swill of lubricant from her cunt, he slid his cock
flush with her anal orifice, maneouvred and adjusted until he had
established purchase.  Then he pushed forward with force and determination.

   The entry was achieved quite smoothly, but for Alyssa the process was a
little uncomfortable.  The hole was after all virginal, and it did resist a
little.  Again her flesh stretched to accomodate an object it was unused
to. She pushed up to help him, grunting with the effort.  The help was
enough, and he reached his limit.  It didn't feel too bad.

   Carefully and gently, but with long, intent strokes, he started to
sodomise her.  At first, each inward push felt like a violation, and each
withdrawal a relief, but after a while the reaction settled, and she was
able to allow him relatively free movement.  This he used to increase the
frequency of his penetrations, achieving a rhythm which was, Alyssa was
sure, only possible because his cock was so slick.  Soon he was fucking her
arse almost as hard as Kandar had fucked her pussy, and she started to
enjoy it at last, particularly when he remembered that she was there and
took to massaging her breasts and nibbling her ear.

   She might even, she decided after a time, be able to come again,
particularly if she helped by fondling her own clitoris.  But then she
realised that Hoyt was too close to his own resolution for her to consider
such things.  His hips had already started to rotate.

   She waited, and after a few more thrusts, his knees closed tightly about
her lower body.  He moaned, a wild cry of unstemmable passion.  Finally,
his thighs jerked against her back, his cock thrummed, and semen slopped
into her bowels.  She felt the contact of the warm deposit with clarity,
felt it spatter against her flesh, felt it start to trickle inside her. 
And that first spasm of release was merely one of several.  She took all of
them willingly, breathing heavily as he squirted his hot juice into her
body.

   A little later, gingerly, he extracted himself.  Her butthole seemed to
close behind the retreating cock with an audible popping sound.  She
remained as she was, lying horizontally on her front, panting.  Just for
now, wanting those to whom she had given pleasure to see her face.

   But if they wanted yet more, she would not refuse them, because she no
longer felt able to decide the limits of her own endurance.

   Two minutes passed.  She heard whispers, and soft sounds which she
associated with the act of dressing.  Then she heard Lirabel instruct,
perhaps with a trace of anger, "Don't say anything.  Just go".  Finally,
she heard footsteps, and a hissing as her door opened and closed.

   She lay listening to the silence.  She wasn't ashamed, and she'd
expected to be, but she was also starting to realise that she wasn't
satisfied.  At all.  She was as empty and unfulfilled as she'd been that
morning.

   *****

   "I'm still here", Lirabel said.

   Alyssa opened her eyes.

   Lirabel was indeed still in the room.

   And she was stark naked.

   Naked....?

   *****

   Her body was slim, bronzed, supple.

   Her breasts were beautiful.

   Alyssa started to speak, but Lirabel put a finger to her lips, then came
to her, lay beside her, stroked her hair.  At length, they kissed.

   The sensation for Alyssa, as Lirabel's tongue sought hers in a mouth so
recently abused, was thrilling.  But that thrill was put into grey context
as Lirabel moved down, her tiny tongue tracing a path, working slowly, over
Alyssa's face and neck, over her breasts, across her belly, to her thighs,
down them.  Alyssa felt helpless, dominated, and on fire.  At last, and
unashamedly, Lirabel settled between Alyssa's legs and plunged her tongue
deep inside the Skellan's sodden cunt.

   Alyssa couldn't help herself.  She started to twist, pushing her groin
against the girl's face.

   In the beginning, Lirabel seemed to be content to gently stroke trail
the shape of Alyssa's vulnerable cunt.  Soon, though, she started to work
on the clitoris.

   Alyssa lost control, her body jacknifing.  Her frenzied moans were only
stifled when Lirabel brought herself smoothly round into the 69 position.

   Alyssa took the hint, and went to work herself.  Lirabel's cunt was
small and pink and juicy, and she had no difficulty in caressing it with
her tongue.  It was the first time that she'd done this for another woman,
but it was fine.  It was better than fine.

   The surface was oily, the taste sweet like treacle.  Alyssa spread the
outer lips eagerly, lapped at the Aldevaran girl's grinding pussy.  And it
wasn't long before Lirabel pushed that pussy down, crushing it into
Alyssa's face.  Hissing between her teeth, she came.  Alyssa had no doubt
of that.

   Alyssa's own climax was very special indeed, the most complete
resolution she had ever experienced for many years, long and draining,
generous and taut.  It was sweet rather than lustful, natural rather than
worked for, overwhelming rather than hungry.

   Afterwards, Lirabel kissed her gently, then asked, "Do you understand
now?"

   "No, Lirabel", Alyssa admitted.  "No, I don't".

   "I think you're the one", Lirabel said.  "You know, the important one.
We talked about it earlier.  I needed to find out.  And I couldn't see any
other way."

   Alyssa found the declaration of love sudden, and a little difficult to
handle, even though right then her heart was telling her to share in it.

   "It was beautiful, Lirabel", she said instead.  "But as for being the
one.  Well, this is all new to me.  Let's see how it goes."

   "It'll always be beautiful", Lirabel contended, "if you'll allow it to
be."

   And Alyssa thought that she just might be prepared to test that theory.
To let it be beautiful.  To reclaim her life.  To allow Lirabel to be the
unexpected way forward..

   *****

   But no......

   .....It wouldn't be that way....

   .....Because Lirabel's face was already starting to fade, to became
insubstantial, as though she was no more than a spectre.  She was talking,
but Alyssa couldn't hear her any more.

   *****

   Another face took precedence, gradually firming up, overpowering and
eventually eliminating Lirabel's.  It was, of course, the face of Hoyt
Franklin, and it was a concerned face.  He, too, was speaking.  But Alyssa
couldn't hear him either.

   Then, finally, he held her chin, gently, so that his eyes bored directly
into hers, and the words started to filter through.

   "Tell me that you can hear me", he was insisting.  "I need you to tell
me that you can hear me".

   "I can hear you", Alyssa managed.  Her throat seemed clogged, and she
was embarrassed to realise that the flashback, or dream, or whatever it had
been, had left her sodden between the legs, so much so that her panties
clung to her.  She hoped that the aroma of woman on heat was something that
Hoyt would not immediately recognise.

   "Don't sit up", he recommended.  "You're going to feel a little dizzy".

   Alyssa nodded.  "Dizzy would be fine", she agreed, then after a pause in
which Hoyt did not speak either added, "As long as wiser goes along with
it."

   Hoyt leaned over her and produced a small torch which he shone first
into her right eye and then into her left.  After the brief investigation,
he said, "I've got rid of Sereta.  Or to be more precise, I've blocked your
mind's route to her.  Things should be fine now."

   Alyssa started to sit up, only to realise that Hoyt had been quite right
to warn her.  Her head started to spin, and she had to fall back
immediately.  After another pause, this time to gather her wits, she asked,
"What on earth has Sereta to do with this?" Alyssa knew Sereta.  She was a
Aldevaran woman who worked in Sven's.  A fact which at least seemed to link
in some small way to the dream.

   "What you were experiencing, Alyssa", Hoyt advised gently, "wasn't a
dream at all.  You were sharing, effectively, in Sereta's memories."

   Alyssa was dubious.  "How can that be?", she asked.  "Sereta isn't
telepathic."

   "True", Hoyt agreed happily.  "But Josanne is."

   "Josanne?"

   "You don't keep up with the gossip half as well as you used to since you
started this thing with Elisha, you know", Hoyt taunted.  "Josanne is a
Gallian.  She arrived on the station with her family about three months
ago."

   Realisation started to dawn.  "And Gallians......"

   "....Are very strong telepaths.  Yes indeed.  And telepaths of a very
unusual kind.  Because they transmit concepts rather than words or
pictures. To add to your problem, Josanne is only seventeen years old,
which means that she's at the height of her powers."

   Alyssa still felt that she was struggling.  "But how does that
explain...?"

   Hoyt interrupted her.  "What's the most important thing in life to a
Gallian, Alyssa?", he wanted to know.

   She thought about it.  "Love, I suppose", she concluded.  "Yes, love.  I
know that, because Elisha told me that he once had to shake one off. 
Before we got together, obviously".

   "And when that love is consummated physically?", Hoyt pressed.  "What
then?"

   "The lovers form a bond, don't they?"

   "Yes.  Precisely.  As long as the other party to the relationship
agrees, they form a bond.  A telepathic bond expressing the value of their
relationship.  The most powerful commitment, it's theorised, in the
universe, not least because it's strong enough to open up a limited
telepathic ability, or more precisely a telepathic mirror, in the partner.
Ah." Hoyt delivered his coup de grace.  "And another thing about Gallians,
of course, is that they're famously bisexual..  Getting the picture now?"

   "Sereta and Josanne", Alyssa decided, with a sigh of realisation.

   "Even I've seen them sitting together in Sven's, and holding hands on
the promenade", Hoyt pointed out.  "So.  What I think happened is this. 
You ran into Sereta a short time after the bond had been created....".

   "I was sitting at the bar three days ago", Alyssa confirmed.  "While she
was working".

   "And Sereta", Hoyt supposed, "was still struggling to control the gift
that Josanne had given her.  As a result, and accidentally of course, the
concept of the new relationship, or some of it, the sexual part of it, was
flung in your direction.  Sereta's memory of the consummation, perhaps. 
But because it was a concept, not an accurate record, your subconscious
mind has been forced to juggle it, to reinterpret it.  So Sereta became
you, and Josanne...  well, whoever....."

   "Lirabel", Col revealed unwisely, stifling a giggle.

   Hoyt raised an astounded eyebrow.  "Well, now", he said.  "That is an
unusual thought."

   Alyssa found her impish grin.  "So", she probed, "the characters aside,
everything I dreamed actually happened.  To Sereta.  A few days ago."

   "In essence, yes", Hoyt confirmed.  "In specifics, no.  Because your
mind was adjusting the information so that you could understand it, you
would get the thrust only.  For example, anything that Sereta might have
said to Josanne would be rephrased, restructured, so that in your dream you
would speak it naturally, would state the meaning in the way that Alyssa
Col, rather than Sereta, would state it.  Similarly, the Josanne figure
would deliver her messages in a way that you believe Lirabel might deliver
them."

   Alyssa sat up again.  This time she felt a little more clear headed. 
"Well, thank you, Hoyt", she said.  "Your genius never ceases to amaze me."

   Hoyt scowled.  "I take it you intend to keep all the juicy details to
yourself."

   "You take it correctly", Alyssa replied primly.

   "Even to the extent", Hoyt pursued gamely, "that you won't explain who
Sven, Kandar and I represent in this escapade.  And how three men get
involved in the creation of a relationship between two women in any event."

   "Four", Alyssa corrected.  "Four men.  And you wouldn't really want me
to tell you, would you, Hoyt?  You surely wouldn't want me to breach a
confidence?"

   *****

   Leaving the seething Doctor Franklin behind, Alyssa made her way towards
the promenade, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sereta and Josanne.  She also
intended to ask Sven the names of Josanne's circle of young male
acquaintances, so that she would know exactly who had pleasured Sereta that
afternoon and, in a roundabout sort of way, Alyssa Col a few days later.

   Some of the possibilities horrified her.  Carter Heffernan's son
Balcombe?  Sven's boy Eros?  As she walked, she reflected upon the
sensations which she had been given by the dreams, particularly insofar as
they differed from the sensations which she normally experienced in her own
sex life.  Sereta was clearly capable of multiple climaxes, and Alyssa
envied her that good fortune.

   Alyssa was already wet enough, but remembering made her wetter still.  A
stray recollection drifted into her head.  Hoyt, ramming his swollen, iron
hard prick as deep into her as it would go, ramming it in from behind, the
power of it straining urgently up against her cervix.  And in response to
that recollection, she felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs.  The
same sort of twinge that she had felt during the part of the dream which
had taken place in Sven's bar.

   She wished suddenly that she was in her accomodations, alone.  If she
had been, she might let a hand drift downward.  It was unlikely that she
would have been able to make herself come that way, but at least she could
have responded in some fashion to the demands that her body was making.

   Instead, she turned into Sven's.

   Sven wasn't there, and disappointingly, neither were Sereta and Josanne.
Alyssa ordered a drink and looked around.

   Her notice fell upon four Terran asteroid miners, who were drinking in
the corner.  Men in their early twenties with calloused hands, they looked
a rough and ready crew.  Three of them were watching her with undisguised
interest.  The fourth man had eyes only for Lucy Webster, a young planetary
engineer who was perched on his knee.

   Alyssa took her drink in their direction and pretended to study the
tenball gaming tables.  As she'd expected, it wasn't long before the first
smutty remark drifted over.

   "Are you interested in balls then, lady?", the biggest of the men wanted
to know.  "Because I can arrange for you to play with some if you want". 
The other men guffawed.

   Alyssa smiled back.

   It was a possibility still, and no more, that Elisha, on his return,
might have some indiscretions to forgive.

   

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