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	Mission to a New World (MF, ScFi, size, bond)

		By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

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

			* * * * * 

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

			* * * *

			Chapter 7: Discovery

				D+3

I have to know!  I need to know!  I must know!  Are these Longton 
men really as big as Brian says?  I need to satisfy my curiosity, and 
I think up the perfect way to do it.

Brian left me alone in the camp.  He left two hours ago, before 
dawn, with Josh and four other Longtons.  They went in search of 
the satellite.

I wanted to go too.  I assumed I could go along at first, until the 
Longton men reminded me of the proper duty of a Longton 
woman.

"Debbie train good!" Keviniski spoke as soon as I approached 
close enough to be recognized in the light of his lantern.  "Wake 
early.  Help Brian."

I recognized my mistake right away.  Longton women could not go 
along on missions of adventure.  They stayed in camp where they 
could cook and clean.

"Debbie help Brian ready," I held my anger in check until I got 
back to the cabin a few minutes later.

"Male chauvinist pig!" I yelled at the stone walls after making 
certain to close the doors behind me.  The satellite was the reason 
for the mission.  I was the foremost expert on Longton society.  I, 
Debbie Kitlras, was the most qualified person to look for the 
crashed satellite, but none of that mattered here.  The only thing 
that really mattered on the surface of this male chauvinist planet 
was that I was a female.

I calmed down only when I realized how I could use the time to 
my advantage.  Ever since Brian told me about their size I 
wondered.  Ever since I saw Josh in the dim light of the bedroom, I 
questioned.  'Are their cocks really as big as Brian says they are?' 
I kept asking myself.  'Did I really see what I thought I saw under 
the loincloth?  Or was it just my imagination in my heightened 
state of arousal?'

I have to know!  I need to know!  I must know!  And earlier, lying 
in bed and sulking over my troubles, I drew up a plan.

"Madam Judith!"  I speak when she comes near.  "Brian wake 
Debbie when go find star part," I try to tell her that Brian woke me 
up when he left to go on his search for the satellite and I couldn't 
get back to sleep.  "Me help not much day before.  May Debbie get 
water today?"

I stand at the entrance to the community kitchen, which is really 
nothing more than an overhang with a sod roof to keep out the rain.  
Large clay bowls serve as basins to wash dishes.  Shelves hold 
plates and dishes.  A wooden cutting board and several small tables 
sit to one side, used to prepare meals.

Judith is the head female in the camp.  I knew she would be hear 
early to start breakfast, so this is where I wait for her.

"Debbie kind!" Judith bows.  I can tell she likes my offer.  "Debbie 
guest, but may get water if Debbie like."

Water gathering is one of the hardest jobs in the camp.  The river is 
about a quarter mile away, and it will seem a lot longer on the way 
back with two buckets slung over my shoulders.  No one likes to 
get water, so only the women and young men do it.

"Debbie like!" I bow in return.  "Debbie know hard, but must 
share.  Debbie no share day before."

I do not tell her the real reason for my offer.  For to gather water, I 
must go to the river, and it is at the river where the men take their 
morning swim.  I have to know for certain.

Predictably, Judith accepts my request.  She fits me with a long 
pole with buckets hanging from either end, just like the one we 
saw Gregoros carry upon our first arrival.  It already feels heavy 
with the buckets empty.  I know my shoulders will ache by the 
time I return.

She next draws me a simple diagram in the dirt to explain what 
path to take.  I must fight the temptation to ask which path the 
males take, and leave almost before she finishes.

I do not expect to find Longton males.  I want to, of course, but I 
know the chances are stacked against me.  The village of Nabo is 
built in the middle of a river bend, on high ground; far enough 
away to avoid potential floods and close enough to make the water 
accessible.  The river surrounds the village on almost three sides, 
so there are many places where the men could take a swim.

My plan is to listen for them.  I will walk about a hundred yards, 
just far enough to hide myself from the village, and listen.  I will 
try to figure out which direction they go by the sound of their 
voices, and then I will try to gather water from somewhere close 
by.  If caught, I will just say that I got lost.  It will not be unusual 
for a stranger to get lost on the complex maze of walking paths that 
surround a village.

I must leave quickly.  I already see a few men get ready.  In the 
short time I talked with Judith, it has grown considerably lighter 
and I think half the village is awake.

			* * * * *

I hear them right away.  Longton men love to talk.  They 
can't help but talk all the way to the river.  They sound so loud it is 
no wonder they use traps instead of hunting for their food.  I follow 
them when I start to hear them head away.  I attempt to follow on a 
parallel path.

I still hear them when I fill the buckets at the river, except this time 
I hear singing.  I laugh when I realize one of them sings while 
taking a bath - I suppose the equivalent of a man on Earth singing 
in the shower.  It must be some kind of common male law of the 
universe.

Feeling indecent and naughty, I attach the full buckets to the pole 
but then set it down.  I tiptoe between the mighty trees in an 
attempt to get a peak at them.  I sneak up like an animal upon its 
prey, slowly closing the distance.  First I bow down low.  Later I 
crawl on all fours.  I fear one of them might see me, but the desire 
to see a big cock drives me nearer.  A hard rock scrapes my knee.  
The soft soil squeezes up between my fingers.
I stay close to the river, but not too close.  The white cloth 
of my vertical swimsuit offers little camouflage.  I assume some of 
them might already be headed back.  I don't want anyone to catch 
a glimpse of me while they walk back on some path I cannot yet 
see.
Up a small knoll I crawl, and then back the opposite side.  
The trees grow thick close to the river.  They hide me well, but 
they also prevent me from seeing very far ahead.  The singing 
sounds like it comes from just the opposite side of the next clump 
of trees, yet all I see is the blue of the water occasionally poking its 
way through the trees.
Just then my luck changes.  I freeze.  Between two trees I 
see him, in the water, splashing himself.  I see a Longton man 
taking a bath.  Unfortunately, his back faces me, but a second later 
he stands up and I see his bare ass.  I see he is naked.  Just on the 
other side of that bare ass must be a huge dick.
He starts to turn, but then moves to the side.  The trunk of a 
tree suddenly blocks my view.  I look around, trying to see past it, 
but then another tree blocks my way.  I think I might have seen his 
dick for just a second, but it is hard to tell.  I am too far away.  Too 
many trees stand between us.
I debate going closer, but it is not much of a debate.  The 
possibility of seeing a 10 or a 12 inch-long prick pulls me in the 
obvious direction.  I cautiously crawl forward.

Suddenly, I see him again.  He moves back to the original spot 
before I have a chance to crawl forward by more than a few feet.  I 
see him again between the trees, and now I see him head-on.  And 
best of all, he looks exactly like Brian described!  A long pole 
hangs down between his legs.

I freeze, still crawling on all fours, and stair in amazement at an 
organ that is at least twice as long as anything I have ever seen 
before.  For a brief moment, I think my eyes play tricks on me.  
'Maybe I only see the branch of a tree,' I wonder.  'There is no 
way a guy could be so long!'

But he stays within my view.  I realize it is not my imagination.  
The man is hung longer than any man I have ever seen before.  
Then I notice his face.  It is Jelick!  It is the strong, handsome man 
I met at the farm, and now I see all of him.  I can't believe it!

The cold water keeps it flaccid, but even in the flaccid state he 
looks bigger than any human male.  His organ must extend down 
by a good 9 inches.  It looks easily big enough to elongate into a 
foot-long steak.  And not only long, but so thick and massive too!  
The thing looks like a monster!

I crawl forward another few feet to better hide myself behind a 
tree.  I worry others might see me, although I see no others.  Jelick 
looks to be alone, but I figure the rest of them must be somewhere 
near.

I peak around the tree to spy on him, continuing to keep on my 
hands and knees.  My boobs plunge straight down from my chest, 
making them feel even bigger and heavier than usual.  The fabric 
of the swimsuit rubs against my nipples every time I move, serving 
to make me hot.

To my delight, I am able to look at Jelick some more.  He turns his 
back towards me for a few seconds, but then he keeps turning so I 
can see his dick again.  Even his bare ass looks good, but I like his 
big dick a lot more.  Jelick has a magnificent organ.  'If he only 
knew I was looking,' I can't help but think to myself.  I wonder 
what he would do if he knew a lowly female was admiring his 
organ.

I listen too.  I listen to him sing.  He's been singing the entire time 
and sings in a deep, course voice, sounding very manly - or maybe 
I think he sounds manly just because he's got a long dick.  I don't 
know.  I think he sings well, but it is difficult to tell.  Longtons do 
not have a strong history of song.  We have few recordings of them 
from the hidden microphones.  The song has something to do about 
a lost traveler, but I have a hard time translating the words.  I find 
Longtonese a lot more difficult to decipher when it is put into a 
tune.

I continue looking, but every few seconds I look around for others 
too.  I want to make sure no one else is about to come out of the 
water and possibly pass close to me.  But I see no one.  In fact, I 
see no one at all.  I do not see anyone either in the water or on 
shore.  'Maybe the others don't like his singing,' I wonder.  
'Maybe they went to a different bend in the river to get away from 
him.'  I do not know much about Longton singing.  Jelick's singing 
sounds all right, but I can tell his real talent is in the cock 
department.

I keep my hands buried in the dirt for several minutes while I 
admire his cock.  I don't know how long I admire it.  It seems like 
a long time, but my concept of time left me as soon as I caught the 
first glimpse of his cock.  I know I must turn back and return with 
the water, but it is hard to tear my eyes from it.

Eventually, I must.  I start to worry.  'What about the others?' I 
question.  'And what about the water?'  They expect me back in 
the village.  They cannot start breakfast without me.

As much as it hurts to leave, I quietly turn around and sneak my 
way back the same way I came.

			* * * * *

The pails do not feel heavy at all on the way back to the village.  I 
walk almost as if in a dream.

'Did I really see what I thought I saw?'  I have to keep asking 
myself.  'Was Jelick's cock really as large as it looked?'  Most of 
all, I wonder if he was an abnormality 'or is it possible for all the 
Longton men to be of equivalent size?'  According to Brian they 
are, but I want to find out for myself.  It takes little to persuade me 
to return to the river.

"Here water," I empty into the large caldron at the back of the 
kitchen.  "Sorry for long time, but turn wrong.  Get more."

One of the elder women makes a nod to me.  She busily cuts up 
something that looks like green beans, seemingly too busy to 
speak.  I turn around without another word and head back towards 
the river before any of them have a chance to offer to take my 
place.

I almost run back in the same direction from which I came.  The 
first trip wet my appetite.  On this trip I look for desert.

But I neither see nor hear anyone.  No one sings.  I do not hear any 
conversations.  I stop every few feet to look and listen, but I fail to 
hear anything beyond the occasional rustle of wind through the 
trees.

Before I expect it, the river appears up ahead.  The sparkle of the 
blue water through the trees dash any hope of catching more men.  
It looks as though they have all finished their baths and took the 
long way back to the village.  Disappointed, I kneel down on the 
back to fill the buckets one last time.

"Hello," I hear from behind me.

I jump! My foot slips.  One leg falls into the water.  The other hits 
a rock squarely in the knee - the same knee I scraped earlier.  The 
impact sends a sharp pain through my body, but I hardly feel it as I 
turn to see the incredible sight.

"Jelick sorry scare," Jelick stands no more than 10 feet behind me.

I must grab hold of a small sapling along the bank to regain my 
balance as the rest of my body nearly tumbles in.  One leg remains 
in the water; the injured leg on shore.  Jelick steps forward and 
offers his hand to help.

I can tell he just stepped out of the water, for he wears no clothing.  
His body still drips wet with water.  My attention is immediately 
drawn half-way up his body, to his waist, where I see it plainly.  
He is not just naked, but a partial erection sticks straight out.

"Holy shit!" I can't help but cry out in English.  It stands less than 
3 feet away and points right at me.  I see the prominent veins along 
the side and a big mushroom at the tip.  My knee hurts like hell.  I 
think I feel blood.  But none of that matters in comparison to his 
cock.

"Holy shit!" I momentarily forget to breath.  I can't believe the 
size of the thing.  It is so big it scares me.

"Jelick not understand," He stands with his hand held out to me.  
"You Jelick's Debbie, Jelick think?"

I must look away in order to regain my composure enough to 
answer him.  "Yes, Debbie," I confirm my name.  "Meet at field, 
Debbie remember."

"Debbie hurt?" He questions as though I am a little child.  "Me not 
mean scare.  Help Debbie up?"

"Hurt little," I tell him.  "Hit rock here," I have to point at my knee 
because I don't know the Longton word for it.  At the same time I 
take advantage of the opportunity to take a closer look at him.  His 
pole has to be at least 10 inches in length; maybe 11, and it stand at 
only at half mast!

"Jelick," He taps himself on the chest and apologizes once more.  
"Not mean to scare Debbie."

"Debbie remember Jelick," I nod.  "Jelick first Nabo Debbie 
meet!"

He steps closer.  I momentarily pull back, but in my awkward 
position I can't do much.  I yelp as he grabs me around the waist, a 
hand on each thigh, and simply lifts.  He lifts me completely off 
my feet, out of the water, and gently deposits me further up on the 
riverbank.  I weigh 130 pounds on Earth, which I suppose is about 
110 on Longton, yet he lifts me with little effort.  I realize Jelick 
not only looks well buffed, but he is very strong too.  He is a real 
man, or at least a real man in Longton terms.

When I stand, I stand on only one leg.  The other, my right leg, 
remains cautiously bent.  The knee continues to hurt, but not nearly 
as much as I pretend.  I can't help but take advantage of the 
situation and pretend to grimace with pain as I step down on it.

"Debbie look hurt!" He tells me.

"Not hurt bad," I step down on it a second time with fewer 
theatrics.  It really is no more than a bruise, but I want him to feel 
sorry for me.

"Jelick help Debbie water!"

One of the pails sits half-submerged in the water where I dropped 
it when he first surprised me.  Jelick bends over to pick it up, and 
in the process I am rewarded with a great close-up of his naked ass.  
He picks up both pails, fills them, and then attaches them to the 
wooden pole.  With seemingly little effort, he balances both on his 
right shoulder and offers himself as a crutch.

"Jelick help Debbie water," He wraps his arm around my body, 
just under my shoulder, bringing his fingers around to sink into the 
side of my big boob.  The touch feels exhilarating, but I do not 
think he realizes where he touches.  Jelick is too interested in 
helping me to notice.

I, in response, place my own arm around his wide body, just above 
his waist.  It hardly reaches around, and I have to fight the 
temptation to reach down just a little bit further and grab a piece of 
hard ass.

I can't believe it!  I have a naked man with a 10-inch dick helping 
me back to the village.  We walk close, really close, with our 
bodies pressed up against each other.  I need to step only lightly on 
my bad leg as he offers himself as a crutch.  He squeezes me in his 
arm.

"Hope Debbie not care no cloths?" Jelick questions after only a 
few steps.  "Jelick not like cloths.  Wet body."

"Debbie not care," I quickly tell him, and I really don't!  I don't 
mind at all that he wants to remain naked!

He balances two pails in one hand and me in the other.  In the 
center stands his cock, still poking straight out at about twice the 
length I have ever witnessed before.  I can't help but glance down 
and over at the thing every chance I get.

A fantasy quickly plays out in my mind.  It is my standard fantasy 
about a naked man entering my bedroom.  It is the same fantasy I 
considered the last time I ordered Brian around.  Now I think about 
it again, except with Jelick, a much larger man.

He enters naked, and I can tell right away he is larger than any 
other.  His dick droops half way down to his knees.  I wonder what 
it will look like in the hardened state, so I naturally order him to 
show me.

And then I notice it.  Jelick interrupts my fantasy.  He interrupts it 
with his cock.  On one of my casual glances, I see it points up at a 
sharper angle than before.  It even looks a little bit longer - hard as 
that is to believe.  Or maybe it only appears longer because I see it 
from the side; a side profile of a magnificent cock.  And not only 
long, but it looks plenty wide too.  I can't help but keep my eyes 
firmly locked on it as it expands the last inch and comes to a full 
hard-on.

My imagination takes off.  I can't help but fantasize about it.  I 
imagine what it would be like to take a few steps off the trail and 
go at it with him.  I imagine it enter me like Brian did with the 
largest of the dildos.  It would be a tight fit - a very tight fit into 
my pussy.  His cock would open my cunt wider than it has ever 
been opened before.  And then there is his length.  His meat looks 
close to 12 inches in length.  I wonder if I could accept it all.

I love the sight of his naked body, and I especially love the sight of 
Jelick - or rather, I love the sight of Jelick's cock.  I especially like 
the way his manhood comes to attention for my viewing 
enjoyment.  I feel myself become increasingly aroused as I walk 
beside it.  I think I feel myself start to get wet.

"Debbie feel better?" He questions as we draw near to the village.

"Better much!" I look much better.  "Debbie think try walk now."

"Good!" He stops to let me go.

Actually, the knee doesn't hurt at all any more.  It hasn't hurt for 
quite a while, but I couldn't let him know.  Gently, I put my weight 
down on the knee and pretend to walk with only a slight limp.

"Better much!" I say.  "Hurt little bit, but walk good."

"Good," Jelick takes the water buckets off his shoulders.  To my 
disappointment, he gives them back to me, but then he explains 
why.

"Good, because Jelick cloths not fit now," He looks down at his 
own erection.  "Debbie milk holders too big!  Can't make small 
with Debbie milk holders so close."

I think I blush with embarrassment as I realize the implication of 
his words.  He essentially tells me that the reason his cock grows 
hard is because of my big tits.  I have never received a greater 
complement, and I am not quite sure how to thank him.

"Me so heat," He continues to look at himself.  "Think ready to 
fire baby make juice."

"Holy Shit!" I mistakenly say out loud as I realize the meaning of 
his words.  A sudden wave of heat hits me.  It starts from between 
my legs and radiates all over my body.  I understand baby-juice, 
and I know exactly what he means when he talks about firing it.

"Hurt more?" He questions.

I shake my head, unable to speak.  The only thing I can think about 
is his erupting cock.  I imagine it cumming, cumming over my bed 
as he stands to the side, and I imagine it cumming violently.  A 
picture plays again and again in my mind of massive explosions of 
sperm shooting out of his cock.  One of my girlfriends once told 
that large men cumm with greater force.  She jokingly said it was 
because they have a longer barrel to accelerate their jism.  I have 
no idea if it was true or not, but I have the perfect specimen to 
conduct an experiment.

"Debbie good!" I regain my composure enough to finally respond.  
"Step wrong, but good now.  Hurt when turn side," I make up an 
excuse.

"Good!" Jelick nodes his head and bobs his cock up and down ever 
so slightly at the same time.  "Me think me go make baby juice 
now."

It hits me again.  I can't believe my own ears.  Jelick is telling me 
that he is now going to go and jack himself off.

I turn to leave, but I cannot leave.  I remain frozen and look at it.

And then the truly amazing happens.

"Debbie like help Jelick fire baby-make juice?" He asks.

I feel myself start to fall over.  I almost faint.

"What?" I question out of habit, not believing my own ears.

"Help make baby-juice," He says again.  "Debbie know, like this."

Unbelievably, he demonstrates.  He grabs his own erection and 
gives it three quick pumps.

"Or maybe Debbie like taste," He opens his mouth wide to 
demonstrate.  "Debbie like baby-juice?  Debbie like eat Jelick 
baby-juice?"

I have to grab the nearest tree to prevent myself from falling over.  
One of the buckets spills slightly.  I realize he offers me either a 
hand job or a blow job.  Apparently, the choice is up to me.

My first reaction is to accept the offer - and accept it quickly.  I 
want to accept - desperately - but I do not know the right thing to 
do.  It is too much at one time.

"But need water at village," I make up an excuse.  "Need for 
breakfast."

A sorrowful look of disappointment comes over his face.  "Debbie 
go water to camp.  Jelick not want delay water.  And way Jelick 
look now, cause long delay.  Long delay cooking."

For a brief moment I actually feel sorry for him.  I feel bad that I 
have to leave him to erupt to his own devices.

A moment later I feel like kicking myself.  'What are you doing?' 
A voice in the back of my mind screams.  'This is the opportunity 
of the lifetime.  Grab it, literally!'

"Maybe Debbie come back," I surprise to hear myself say.  
"Maybe Debbie get water more."

Jelick smiles and looks up to me with gratitude.  "Good!  Very 
good!  Debbie not cook?"

"Debbie no cook.  Get water," I assure him.  "Jelick wait for 
Debbie?"

The man looks down at his engorged cock.  "Jelick wait, but not 
long."

I look down along with him.  "Debbie hurry!"

			* * * * * 

As soon as I reach camp, I set the water down and make an excuse 
to leave.  I say another item has come up - which isn't too far from 
the truth.  Judith waves me off without question.

I am soon back on the path.  I walk at a brisk pace and have a hard 
time believing what I am about to do.  'I'm walking into the forest 
in search of a naked man,' I think to myself.  'And not only that, 
I'm searching for a well-endowed man who happens to have an 
erection waiting for me.'  And once I find him, I will relieve his 
erection the only way I know how.

I picture his cock in my mind as I walk closer, his long 12-inchs of 
man-meat standing at attention in front of him, with its big head 
poking up like an arrow at the very top.  I fantasize myself stroking 
it and wonder what it will feel like between my fingers.  I already 
know it will feel big - bigger than I have ever felt before - but I 
want to feel it for real.

I hear a whistle.  Instinctively, I turn my head.  I look over and see 
him stand up against a tree with his hands positioned behind him.  
He remains naked, of course, and he remains at an erection.  His 
body is positioned at the perfect angle to give me a side profile and 
amplify his majestic size.  I imagine him as the man of my dreams, 
walking up to the side of my bed like a helpless slave.  I quickly 
march over in anticipation of relieving his bursting hard-on.

"Please hurry," He pants, begging me to advance faster.  "Jelick 
not stand it much longer."

I stop when I notice the light glisten off its wet surface.  His cock 
has been pre-cumming.  I realize he has been pre-cumming in 
anticipation for my arrival.  His entire 12 inches looks to be 
soaking wet.

"I start myself almost," He confesses.  "Then Jelic remembered 
Debbie big milk holders."

He looks down upon my bikini covered boobs as he talks.  I look 
back at him, and I more specifically look at the most private part of 
his body pointing back up at me.  I wonder if he feels as excited 
looking into my cleavage as I do looking at his cock.

"Please!  Milk Jelick cock," He begs.

I gasp again.  I have never before heard the term milking in 
conjunction with a man's cock.  Only tits were milked - especially 
my own.  Men always wanted to breast feed and milk on my 
nipples because they were so big.  But now, as I stare at Jelick's 
member, I realize it is the same with his cock.  Stroking a cock is 
really no more than milking on a man.  The only difference is that 
no man has ever drawn milk out of my tits.  I gasp as I think about 
his cock and the "milk" I will soon receive.  I think about the 
white, milky substance I am going to extract from Jelick's big 
cock.

I walk up to him and see a hand reach out.  I can hardly believe it 
is my own.  I see it reach out and travel towards his cock.

I take a deep breath.

It feels good.  It feels wet.  I run my fingers along the front side of 
his shaft and then circle them around to the back.  Along the way 
drops of pre-cumm rest on my fingers, and I spread his juices all 
around.  The shaft of his cock feels as hard as it looks.  It is truly 
magnificent.

I reach down further to feel the rest of him.  I reach down to his sac 
and realize Jelick told me the truth.  Even his balls are large!  They 
are the size of two large eggs, bigger than any human males.  They 
feel like a human male with a gigantic set of swollen balls, swelled 
with semen desperate to escape.  I realize Jelick really does need to 
be relieved.

By the time I make my way back up to the shaft of his cock, its 
head is coated with copious amounts of pre-cumm again.  I run my 
fingers through it, passing over the thick head of his cock, at which 
point he pre-cums even more.  I have never seen a man pre-cumm 
quite so much.  I am pleased to discover Longton men are 
excellent pre-cummers.  They have to be!  I mean, with the size of 
their larger cocks, they naturally have to produce large amounts of 
pre-cumm to cover it all.  I wonder if I will enter this into my 
report when I get back.

I continue to work over his shaft, repeatedly running my fingers 
over his head and then spreading his pre-cumm all around.  I soon 
find his entire cock shimmering in its own juices.  I like the way 
the light glistens off its surface when it is wet.

"Debbie good teaser," He compliments between panting breaths.

I decide it is time to move on, and so I go down to my knees.  I 
reach out for his cock once more, except this time I wrap my 
fingers around and hold his manhood in my hand.  It feels 
incredibly hard and monstrously large.  I notice my fingers can 
only reach half way around its circumference and half way up its 
length.  This is by far the biggest organ I have ever experienced.

I want to hold out and tease him some more, but I cannot hold out 
any longer.  I begin to pump on his meat.

Jelick lets out a moan as I travel my hand up the length of his shaft 
and then come back down again.  I easily feel the difference in size 
between him and every other man I have ever felt before.  This one 
is clearly much larger.  His shaft is both bigger in length and wider 
in circumference than a normal human male.  He also feels harder.  
Even the head of his cock is hard, I notice.  I can clearly feel it rub 
against my fingers as they travel across it.

I pump on his meat again and again, slowly traveling up the length 
of his fantastically long cock and then back down to the base 
again.

"Good!" Jelick tells me.  "Good, but faster."

I increase my speed - but only slightly.  I think he must be 
impatient with lust, and I don't want to force him over the edge too 
quickly.  I think I might never get to experience anything like this 
again and therefore want to make it last.  

"Squeeze!" He also instructs.  "Squeeze more."

I also increase the pressure on his meat - but again only slightly.  
Jelick seems to want to come quickly, but I want to saver the 
moment even more.

Despite the speed and tightness of my strokes, he does not cumm.  
I am able to continue stroking him again and again.  As I do so, I 
can't help but think about other things I would like to do with his 
cock too.  It feels wrong, but I think it only natural for a girl to 
have such thoughts.  I can't help but think about what it would be 
like to have intercourse with this man.  As I experience the 
thickness of his cock with my fingers, I can't help but think about 
how much he would spread me apart between the legs.  I think I 
would be too tight and he might hurt me at first, but then I 
remember Brian and his use of the large dildos.  I begin to wonder 
if I might eventually grow big enough to accept him.  It will take 
many more practice sessions with Brian, but I really don't mind.

"Faster!  Faster!  Faster!"  Jelick interrupts my pleasant fantasy.  I 
again obey, but again only slightly.

"Tighter!  Squeeze!"

I put more force into my stroke, but it is difficult to tell how tight I 
squeeze.  By now, my hand is soaked in his cumm.  I feel it oozing 
between my fingers.  His big cock amply lubricates itself for my 
pumping enjoyment.

I am not sure how long I have been stroking either.  At least 
several minutes, I know, which naturally makes me think about 
intercourse again.  If Jelick can last several minutes with my hand, 
I am sure he will also be able to last several minutes inside my 
pussy.  He will almost certainly be able to bring me to orgasm.  
The thought makes my hand accelerate its pumping action.  I 
clearly feel that I am wet between the legs.

"Yes, feel good," I hear Jelick say from above me.  "Very good, ah 
yes!"

His cave-man talk only serves to increase my ecstasy further.  I 
begin to think about what he said previously about being milked.  I 
think about the white, milky juice that is soon going to be flowing 
from his cock.  'No, not flowing!' I think to myself.  'This one isn't 
going to ooze.  He's going to jet out in large squirts.  I am going to 
take this man's milk, the milk he now holds in the udder of his nut 
sack, and I am going to empty it out over my hands.'  I even think 
about taking the opportunity to taste his male seed.

My hand seems to have a life of its own.  It increases its stroking 
action one more notch, without my command.  I hear Jelick breath 
heavy above me.  Clearly, he likes it.  My hand provides much 
pleasure.  I think he must be getting close, but it is all right if he 
cums now.  I feel ready to make him cumm.

But against my wishes, or perhaps in accordance with them, he 
refuses.  I must continue to stroke still longer.  I have been 
pumping on him for a long time now, at least five but probably 
more like ten minutes.  And it isn't a light pumping either!  I'm 
really going at it.  Jelick is doing an excellent job at holding out.  
The intensity in his voice and the hardness of his cock make it 
appear as though he is about to eject, but he still refuses to do so.  
He clearly has much more stamina than a normal human male, 
which again makes me think about intercourse.  'If his cock can 
withstand several minutes of pumping with my hand, just think of 
how long it could last in my pussy!'  I remember back to my first 
siesta in a Longton bedroom and hearing the couple next door.  
They went at it for many minutes, and now I think I know why.

"Debbie high skill at milk," Jelick interrupts my pleasant thoughts.  
"Jelick much enjoy.  Slow start.  Weak start." He says between 
breaths.  "Later faster.  Later stronger."

I realize these Longton males are accustomed to a much longer and 
more forceful sexual encounter than a human, which makes a lot of 
sense to me.  'Of course!' I realize.  With such large equipment, 
Jelick logically needs the ability to withstand a tighter squeeze.  
My narrow pussy, I know, would crush his cock against its walls.

I increase my pumping action still further at the thought.  All I can 
think about is intercourse now.  I desperately want Jelick to fuck 
me.  If not for his size, I think I would ask him to do it right now, 
but I fear his large cock might split me apart.  He might hurt me.

I pause for a moment to rest my stroking hand.  While my hand sits 
motionless, still encompassed around his organ, I give his meat a 
tight squeeze.  Simultaneously, I witness a large glob of pre-cumm 
ooze out of its tip.  The sight looks very arousing, so I do it again.  
A second glob of pre-cumm drips out. 

I can't believe it.  He seems to have a never-ending supply of pre-
cumm.  In response, I keep my hand tightly squeezed around his 
meat and go back to stroking. 

"Yes!  Good!" Jelick sounds like he enjoys this even more.

I squeeze hard enough to make his pre-cumm ooze between my 
fingers.  It is very arousing to watch and even more arousing to 
feel.  I notice drops of pre-cumm drip on the ground at my knees.

I think he will almost certainly cumm now, but Jelick is 
unbelievable!  I stroke him again and again, and yet he still holds 
out.  I stroke him with so much energy I begin to tire.  My hand 
starts to feel numb, but then I remember I have a well-rested 
second hand.

I do not go slow when I start up again.  I let go with my right hand 
and take hold of his handle with my left.  I grab onto him with a 
new, well-rested hand.

First I squeeze.  Then I crush.  I squeeze his cock with all my 
strength and then, without letting up my grip, I stroke on him with 
my opposite hand.

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Jelick really likes this.

Bountiful pre-cumm leaks onto my dry hand to quickly cover it.  It 
squeezes between my finger.  My hand is soaked in it.

"Oh Debbie!  Debbie much talent!" Jelick yells out at my new 
found strength.  I realize this man is a walking sex machine.  I 
know he will almost certainly be able to bring me to a double 
orgasm or maybe even a triple if I ever get the chance to be fucked 
by him.  I've been stroking on him for at least fifteen minutes now.  
I can't imagine what it would be like to be fucked by something so 
big for so long.

The thought of fucking gives me strength.  It also makes me horny.  
It makes me wet.  I will definitely allow Brian to fuck me tonight.  
I will need it!  My cunt will need it!  I am going to complete his 
fantasy and allow my male master to fuck me as though I am his 
sex slave.

This gives me a nasty idea.  I chastise myself for even thinking it, 
but I can't help it.  I actually think about tasting it!

Normally, I'm not much into oral sex.  I especially cringe at the 
thought of swallowing a man's jism.  I've tasted it before, yes, but 
it was nasty.  I didn't like the salty taste.  Besides, I long ago 
concluded it was such a waste.  A cock in the mouth robs a girl of 
the pleasure of taking it between her legs.

But Jelick is different.  I find myself actually wanting to taste it.  I 
notice my free hand is still soaked with pre-cumm.

I can't believe what I do!  I can't believe how horny I am!  
Without thinking, I bring my cummed-soaked fingers up to my 
mouth and taste him.

Even more unbelievable, he tastes good.  I don't think he tastes 
different than any human male, but his size makes him so much 
better.  The taste of his pre-cumm is exquisite.  'It's even warm!'  I 
realize, and then I think about how the pre-cumm I am eating was 
in his body only seconds before.  It is like eating a bowl of 
homemade chicken soup - except this soup is more like, I think to 
myself, 'cream of cock.'

As soon as I finish with one hand I switch to the other.  I grab his 
organ with what is now a well rested right hand and start up again.  
I grab him hard; squeeze him tight.  I try to crush his organ as tight 
as I can inside the palm of my hand.  And then, without releasing 
my grip, I begin pumping as fast as my hand will allow.  With the 
other hand, I taste him.

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Jelick likes this even more.  It is unbelievable 
that he can withstand such an intense masturbation without 
squirting jism across the room.

I trade hands two more times before I think of something more.  I 
see him pointed up at me, his mighty cock, pointed up at an angle 
towards my face and pointed up to...

I try to shrug it off.  I attempt to erase it from my mind, but I can't 
help it.  I am too much in heat to think of anything else.  My pully 
feel soaked.  My hormones force me.

I stand on my knees.  I am at the perfect height.  I see the pre-
cumm oozing out of its hole and think about taking it directly.  I 
realize his mighty member is pointed at my face and pointed 
directly at my mouth.

Then I see myself pulling it down.  I stop stroking for a moment to 
pull down on his cock so it points directly at me.  I point the head 
of his monstrous member at my face and take a lick across its 
massive head.

It feels like I am pointing the barrel of a shotgun into my mouth; 
like I am getting ready to kill myself, but this barrel tastes terrific.  
I eat on him, and as I eat him I notice it feels warmer and tastes 
even better than what was in my hand.  It seems to almost burn 
upon my tongue.

I take another lick, and then another.  I stroke and lick in unison, 
forming a type of rhythm between my hand and my mouth.  Each 
time my stroking hand reaches the base of his cock, my tongue 
takes advantage of the exposed head.  I make a quick swipe and 
lick it off like a lollypop.  And with each stroke, he produces fresh 
juice for me to taste.

"Yes!" Jelick says loudly.  "Yes Debbie!  Good Debbie!"  
Obviously, he likes the sensation.

It barely fits!  I reach down on it further and realize his cock is as 
wide as my mouth.  This only makes me think about how much 
wider I will need to open my cunt to accept him.  The insight 
makes my own pussy cumm some more.

Unbelievably, he is so big that I can only fit in the tip.  I pucker up 
my lips and suck on it.  The rest of his length remains outside and 
free for my hand to use.

"Debbie good with baby maker," He tells me a minute later.  "But 
do lower too.  Do baby make juice come from."

I must think for a moment to figure out what he wants.  I think 
about baby juice and where it is made.  I think about sperm and 
where it comes from.

As soon as I understand it, I don't hesitate.  I almost forgot about 
his nuts, but I quickly make up for lost time as I take Jelick up on 
his invitation.  With the head of his cock in my mouth and my left 
hand still stroking his meat, I bring my still tired but willing right 
hand up to his balls.

As soon as I touch them I am again reminded of his big balls, and 
this naturally makes me think about the vast quantities of sperm 
that must be inside.  'When these empty, I think to myself.  'He's 
really going to cumm.  He's going to go squirting all over the 
place.'

I am sure he will eject now as I squeeze and stroke on his cock 
nearly as fast as I can.  My tongue licks him while my opposite 
hand plays with his nuts.  I think he must surely erupt now, but 
still, he holds out!  I never dreamed a man could be so resilient and 
powerful.  It is unbelievable that he has not yet exploded.  I can't 
imagine how a woman could possibly take so much fucking.

"Squeeze," He interrupts one pleasant thought to replace it with 
another.  "Squeeze hard."

Again, I take him up on his invitation.  There is no way a girl can 
refuse such a pleasant invitation.  Although my hand squeezes tight 
as I stroke, I squeeze it even tighter around his rod.

"No!" He corrects me.  "Other hand."

'Oh my God!' I feel like screaming out as I realize my other hand 
is on his balls.  I realize he wants me to squeeze his nuts.  No 
human male has ever asked me to do that before.  This is all very 
strange.

Even stranger, he seems to like it.  I squeeze down lightly with my 
"other" hand.  I squeeze on his nut sac, and it doesn't seem to 
bother him.  If anything, it appears to increase his arousal.  It 
certainly increases mine!

I quickly realize that the balls on Longton males are not nearly as 
sensitive as human males.  They can be squeezed without causing 
extreme pain, which immediately makes me wonder how much 
more they can be squeezed.

"Oh Debbie good!" Jelick compliments when I attempt to find out.

I use both hands and mouth in unison.  I squeeze down on his 
organ with one hand, his nuts with the other, and suck all at the 
same time.  His pre-cumm feels almost hot as I suck it out of his 
hole.  I like experiencing him with both hands and mouth at the 
same time.

I like his nuts the best.  I suppose that's because I never had a 
man's nuts before.  I used to be careful of them, but with Jelick I 
am free to squeeze and manipulate them all around.  I keep 
squeezing them tighter; pulling on them harder.  I want to find his 
limit, but he does not seem to have any.

It doesn't take long before my mouth remains clamped down 
permanently on the mushroom tip of his cock.  My hands continue 
to work his nuts and shaft as I swirl my tongue all around.  I think 
this must surely make him cumm, but still he holds out.

I am practically kneading them now, his nuts that is.  I squeeze 
them together inside the palm of my hand.  I squeeze them so tight 
they change shape.  Instead of neat round balls, I feel them spread 
out like pancakes.  A human male would have been screaming out 
in pain by this time, but it seems to little bother Jelick.  If anything, 
the constant ball-torture appears to bring him closer to climax.  I 
can somehow tell he is finally close to an ejection.

This gives me another wild idea.  It is something I've always 
fantasized doing, but never had the nerve to go through with it.  I 
know this may be the only chance I will ever get.  Besides, 'what 
the hell'? I think to myself.  'I have already gone so far, why not 
go one step further?'

With my hand still on his balls, I take a single one of his nuts 
between my thumb and forefinger.  It is a big nut, the biggest I 
have ever felt, about the size of an egg.  I take his nut between my 
finger and give it a yank.

"Yes!  Good Debbie.  Not long now."

Even this doesn't bother him, so I do it again.  This time, however, 
I give his nut a little squeeze at the same time.  It feels like I am 
pulling his ball right out of his body, almost as though I am 
castrating him.  The thought sends a primordial wave of ecstasy 
through my body.

"Yes!  Oh yes!" He pants.  "Me feel it!  Me think me feel it!"

'Finally,' I think to myself as I take his opposite nut and do the 
same thing.  I feel both relieved and thrilled at the same time.  I 
want it to last forever, but at the same time I am anxious to finish 
him off.  I am not sure how much more I can take.

I trade hands one last time.  Now, with renewed vigor, I pump his 
organ with one hand while I crush his nuts together with the other.  
What was two balls, now compresses into the space previously 
occupied by just one.

I play them against each other, his balls and his member, stroking 
his rod first and then squeezing down on his nuts a second later.  
Both hands continue their never-relenting torture.  His balls are no 
longer the size of eggs.  Within my fingers, I have shrunk them 
down to the size of cherries.  I crush them into each other and can 
feel the hard things deform into pancakes.  I feel as though I am 
pulling him apart, squeezing the life out of his organ.

"Me ready!" Jelick suddenly cries out.

I am ready too.  The head of his cock remains firmly planted in my 
mouth.  I think about removing it, but quickly decide not to.  I 
don't like to give blowjobs to men, but Jelick is more than a man.  
He moans with pleasure, and I can't wait to blow him.

"Oh Debbie!  No more!  Take me!" Jelick cries out.

I feel him with both my hand and my lips.  His shaft begins to 
throb!  His balls begin to inflate.  I feel his massive bulk begin to 
pulse and quiver.  It is as though he is about to give a massive 
orgasm.

My stroking hand stops stroking.  My nut-hand continues its never-
ending torture.  I expect him to do it right away, but only the 
throbbing continues.  In fact, his throbbing seems to become even 
stronger.  His monster cock expands and contracts like a balloon.  
So do his nuts.  I have never felt anything like it.

Then he does it.  All of a sudden he explodes into my mouth.  I feel 
the force of his squirting semen on the backside of my mouth.  I 
taste his warm, succulent sperm with my tongue.  He lets out a 
powerful ejection that nearly fills my mouth with one squirt.  His 
quantity is unbelievable.

I want to swallow him, but then for some reason question the 
proper protocol in this culture.  I don't know why I think about 
protocol at such a time, with a giant cock between my lips and a 
mouthful of sperm, but I do so anyway.

Jelick gives me no time to decide.  As I think about it, he explodes 
into my mouth again.  The shaft of his cock swells and pulsates in 
my hand, and then it suddenly pounds forth a second squirt that 
seems even more powerful than the first.  It fills my mouth even 
further, so much that my mouth cannot take any more.  I feel his 
thick milk between my teeth and puff out my cheeks.  I am forced 
to swallow to avoid suffocating on it.

Then, unbelievably, his shaft swells a third time.  This time I 
decide to squeeze his nuts in unison with his ejection.  As I feel 
him load himself up with my hand and get ready to shoot, I crush 
his balls.  I squeeze down on his now tiny nuts as tight as I can 
with my little fingers.  I want to squeeze out every last drop of his 
precious sperm.

Even more ejaculate fills my mouth, this time with even more 
quantity than the last.  Again, I fail to hold it all and am forced to 
swallow.

A second later he cumms yet a fourth time and I must pull it out.  I 
cannot swallow him fast enough, and so must allow him to squirt 
his sperm onto my face.  It hits me just under the nose and then 
squirts up the front of my face and all the way up into my hair.  I 
instinctively close my eyes to protect them.

Unbelievably, his organ continues to squirt.  Not as much as the 
first few times, but his member continues to pulse and squirt with 
my hand still encompassed around it.  It squirts once more into my 
face.  My natural reaction is to prevent any more sperm from going 
into my eyes, so I pull down on the thing and allow it to spit onto 
the top of my chest.  I feel a stream of man-milk run down my 
boob.  He erupts again, and then he erupts one more time to cover 
my upper chest with his juices.

I remain on my knees before him, worshipping his God-cock, the 
answer to all my prayers.  I taste sperm in my mouth.  I feel more 
sperm drip down off my forehead.  Still more drips down my 
cleavage and soaks my chest.  I think he has cummed the 
equivalent of 10 human males.

I remain kneeling with my eyes closed.  I am overcome with 
ecstasy.  I can't believe it possible for a male to cumm so much.  
His cock, which I still hold in my hand, finally stops moving on its 
own.  His nuts, which I still encompass in my opposite hand, feel 
noticeably smaller than before.  It is no wonder, given the quantity 
of sperm that drips off my body.

I momentarily feel disappointed, but it isn't over yet.  With my 
eyes still closed, I feel his hand on my chest.  He presses his thumb 
into my swelling mounds, but it is not my mounds that he wants - 
at least not yet.  He takes hold of the two cloth strips of the vertical 
swimsuit and pulls them apart.  He pulls them open beyond my 
boobs.  I kneel before him with my big tits fully exposed.

Next, he lifts me up.  Jelick takes me under the arms and lifts me 
as though I am light as a feather.  I must reluctantly let go of his 
cock and balls in response.  He lifts me up and places my back up 
against a tree.

I glance down to look at myself.  What I see amazes me.  My own 
tits look almost white.  They are nearly covered with a thick, white 
coating of sperm.  In a few places, his sperm cogitates into small 
globs.  I look like an absolute slut.

And then I think of my face and the squirts that hit me first in the 
nose and then on the forehead.  I realize my face must look the 
same way, covered in spunk.  I probably have it even in my hair.

Jelick wastes no time.  "Feel milk holders," He says as his hands 
take hold of my big jugs and spreads his male juice all around.  
"Big milk holders.  Feel good."

"No!"  I try to pull my hands away without success, but then I 
don't pull them with very much force.  Jelick takes hold of my 
boobs and lifts them up as though guessing their weight.  He does 
not handle my tits roughly, but gently moves them all around.  He 
gives me the equivalent of a chest massage with the use of his own 
sperm as a lubricant.  It feels great!  The best massage I think I 
ever received!  Jelick seems to especially like to grab the bottom of 
my tits and heft them up into the air.  He presses them together and 
gives me artificial cleavage.  He also likes my nipples, which I like 
too.  My nipples quickly turn hard as the palm of his hands 
repeatedly brush up against them.

Jelick soon takes off the rest of my top by slipping the straps down 
my shoulders and then pulls my hands out the front.  He knows just 
how to do it, indicating that he's taken off many vertical swimsuits 
before mine.  He takes off the top half of the swimsuit and turns 
his attention again to my tits.

I close my eyes and hear myself moaning with pleasure.  I think I 
am especially vocal when he rubs across my hard nipples.  
Thankfully, he notices this too, and he starts to concentrate on 
them.  He takes his fingers and flicks them across my sensitive, 
protruding nipples.

I am in heaven.  I can hardly stand it.  I enjoy it tremendously - 
especially the lubricant.  I always liked it when boyfriends gave me 
chest massages, but none of them ever gave me a massage with his 
own sperm!  And there is plenty enough sperm even for tits as big 
as mine.  Jelick soon runs out of lubricant, but this is no problem.  
He picks up more from my forehead and then scrapes it from his 
own cock to add to the already thick coating around my tits.

I burn with desire.  I can hardly stand it.  My pussy is on fire.  I 
know it is wet, and he certainly knows it too.  I think about sex and 
cry out with desire.  Sex with Jelick is too staggering to bear.  I 
realize he would have the stamina to hold out for a very long time; 
like a half-hour of hard, continuous fucking.  And if he should 
decide to tease me...  The thought is even more staggering to bear.  
He might be able to fuck a girl for hours without stopping.  I would 
break the world record in orgasms.  It would be like fucking a big 
man who never expired.

My eyes remain closed as I next think of him exploding inside me.  
'Oh my God!' I think to myself.  'Think about all this sperm 
squirting inside me.'  My pussy would already be stretched beyond 
its limits, and then to feel him throb and pulsate in me too!  There 
is no way I would be able to hold him all.  My belly would start to 
swell.  Leftover sperm would spurt back out along the length of his 
cock.  It would flow down the inside of my thighs and drip on the 
floor at my feet.  I wonder if my monthly birth control pill would 
be effective against such an onslaught of raw sperm.

I feel it without warning.  In one instant I wear a bikini panty.  The 
next instant it lays at my feet.

"Ah!" I scream out.

I open my eyes and look ahead.  Jelick no longer stands before me.  
His hands no longer play with my tits.  I stand against the tree 
helpless and confused, and then I look down.

"Ah!" I scream again.

I see the top of his head.  He has come off my tit and now kneels at 
the ground at my feet.  I never felt him leave my tits.  I suppose I 
was too much in heat to notice, and now the sight of him places me 
even more in heat.  His position leaves no doubt.  I have no trouble 
guessing what he is going to do next.

"Debbie milk Jelick first," He says.  "Now time Jelick milk Debbie 
second."

"Ah!" I scream out a third time in less than a minute as he dives in.  
He takes me by my ankles, pulls my legs apart, and then dives in 
with his mouth to my soaking wet cunt.

"Oh!  Oh Jelick!" I nearly scream his name.

I can't believe what is happening.  Jelick is eating me out!  He 
gives me oral sex and eats out my twat.  But no, he doesn't eat me 
out.  He ravishes me!  Jelick ravishes my burning pussy.

"Oh God!" I cry out in a mixture of English and Longtonese.  
"Holy fuck!  Oh my God!"

He pulls me in closer by placing his hands first on my thighs and 
then reaching around to grab my ass.

"Holy shit!  Holy fuck!" I yell out to him in delirium.  "Oh God 
Jelick, what are you doing to my twat?"

His tongue dives in deeper.  He eats me out further.  He tastes 
more and more of my female juices.  And I know I have plenty of 
juices for him to taste.  The tongues of Longtons feel as long as 
their dicks.

And then it happens.  It hits without warning.  I orgasm into what 
feels like the biggest explosion of my life.

To be continued...

Comments Welcomed (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

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	Mission to a New World (MF, ScFi, size, bond)

		By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

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

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

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				Chapter 8: Used
				        D+3

	As soon as Brian gets back later that afternoon I tell him.  I 
have to tell him.  I can't wait to tell him.  A burning desire wells up 
from deep inside me to tell someone, and Brian is the only one to 
tell.
	"I can't believe it!" I recount the adventure.  "I pumped his 
cock so hard and for so long.  It must have taken me a half hour to 
get him off.  And then there were his nuts!"
	Brian cringes when I mention his nuts.  He cringed the first 
time I told him.  He continues to cringe when I merely hint at what 
I did to them.
	"Oh, what an incredible cock!" I speak dreamily.  "What a 
big, fantastic weapon!  These men are every girl's wet dream.  
They're not only long, but they're so long lasting too.  It's got to 
be absolutely unbelievable to be fucked by such a weapon."
	It feels weird telling this to Brian, him being a man and all.  
I would feel more comfortable talking to one of my girlfriends, in 
private, away from the ears of any man.  But no girlfriend is 
available.  No one is available.  I can't talk to the Longtons, and I 
certainly can't radio it back up to Crion.  The only person left is 
Brian.  I feel as if I will go crazy if I don't talk to someone, so I 
fight my inhibitions and tell Brian.
	"It's no wonder these women sacrifice their freedom and 
allow themselves to be such willing subjects to these men," I speak 
to him amongst the trees of the forest and a good distance away 
from the village.  "I think I would do the same, I mean...  I think I 
would be willing to sacrifice almost anything if I lived here too.  I 
don't think I would mind being a slave around such potent men."
	Brian's eyes grow wide!  He looks back to me with interest.  
"Do you really mean that?"
	"I don't know," I speak honestly.  "I guess so.  I mean, at 
least at first.  And provided I could be, you know, could be without 
getting hurt."
	"Could be fucked?"  Brian asks.
	"Yes, fucked," I nod my head.  "I'm a little worried, you 
know.  It would be fun to try, but these men could be too big for 
me.  Especially Jelick!  But maybe not others?" I think out loud.
	"Debbie, Debbie, Debbie," He smiles at me.  "You are 
becoming such a naughty young woman.  You are just a little bitch 
in heat."
	The term shocks me for a moment, until I realize it is true.
	"I guess I am," I have to admit.  "I've never had so much 
sex before.  It's usually been two or three times per week for me, 
but here it's been two or three times per day.  I've never been 
fucked so often before."
	"But don't you think you would get tired of it?" Brian asks.  
"Don't  you think it would wear off?  Would the sacrifice of your 
freedom be worth it?"
	I look him straight in the eye.  "It would take a long time to 
wear off," I speak with confidence.  "Especially with Jelick!  I 
mean, given his size, I think it would take a very long time.  
Maybe years!"
	Brian's eyes grow wide again.
	"Provided he didn't hurt me," I quickly add.  "If there was 
pain, it would be a whole different story.  But if he could..."
	I trail off into fantasy land, imagining Jelick's giant cock 
buried deep inside me, splitting me open farther than any of the 
dildos that Brian tried so far.  And then I imagine him fucking me.  
I fantasize him going at it again and again, ramming it in and out, 
continuously fucking me over and over and over again.  I have a 
hard time imagining what it would feel like to have an hour of 
continuous, never ending pumping and stroking.
	"What about Josh?" I hear from somewhere far away.  I 
come back to reality.
	"What about someone smaller?" Brian proposes.  "What if 
it was someone of about size six?" 
	Size six was the last sized dildo that we tried.  My mind 
again drifts off into fantasy land as I think about being impaled by 
a real, live, size 6 prick instead of the dildo.
	"Are you saying you are ready for Josh?" Brian goes on to 
ask.  "Do you remember Josh?"
	A shiver travels through my body.  Of course I remember 
Josh!  He was the young Longton man who came into the room 
when I was tied.  He saw me naked and felt up one of my tits.
	"Because he approached me during our little adventure this 
morning," Brian continues.  "He told me how much he liked your 
big tits."
	I think I blush with embarrassment.
	"He asked if he could feel them sometime again, and then 
he asked if I might be willing to let him use your cunt too."
	"Oh God!" I can't help but cry out at the thought.
	"He is also quite young and is still quite small for a 
Longton," Brian explains calmly.  "I discovered Longton men 
elongate as they grow older.  That's why they marry young.  
Women have to first get accustomed to the men when they are still 
young, and then they grow into them as they age.  Josh told me that 
he was only 15-years old and 10 inches long."
	I do not need to ask what portion of his body the 12-inches  
refers to.
	"So if you want," Brian concludes.  "I can invite him over 
tonight."
	I look up to Brian with shock!  At first I think he teases me, 
but then he continues on with the detail.  I realize he is serious.
	"I'll stay upstairs just in case," He suggests.  "We could 
come up with a code word.  If something goes wrong, you can call 
out the word and I'll immediately run down to rescue you.  There's 
no lock on the door.  I would be able to get inside."
	I feel tempted.  Surprisingly, I feel myself greatly 
interested.  The proposal is tempting.  I fantasize Josh taking me, 
fucking me, ramming it inside me.  He will be a difficult fit I 
know, but it will eventually fit.  And then he will fuck me again 
and again.  Thirty minutes, forty, perhaps even a full hour of 
continuous, never-ending fucking action.  I'm sure I will reach 
multiple orgasms.  It will be the best sex of my life!  The best sex I 
will ever get to experience.  It's the chance of a lifetime, and I will 
only get one chance.
	"I guess so!" I hear myself agree to his proposition.  "I 
think so, I mean yes, I'd like to try."

			* * * * *

	I find myself shackled in a standing position.  My arms 
stretch high to chains in the ceiling.  My legs spread open to hooks 
in the floor.  I stand nearly naked in the middle of the room, clad 
only in the bikini.  The small cups cover less than half my ample 
tits.  The even smaller bottom leaves my ass totally exposed in the 
rear.  I stand alone in the dimly lit room, waiting for Josh.  I wait in 
anticipation for what I know will be the best fuck of my life.
	Brian tied me up like this and then fucked me.  It was a 
quick and dirty fuck - the quickest I've had since arriving on the 
surface.  He did not tease me with dildos or feel me up with his 
fingers.  He said there would be plenty of that later.  Josh, he 
assured me, would give my cunt a much more extensive workout 
to follow.
	I believed him.
	I still do!
	I think of Josh and the way he looked at me the first time in 
this room.  I remember the way he stared at my big tits in such 
fascination.  I remember the way he felt up my boob with such 
curiosity.  He seemed so completely taken by my body.  It was like 
he wanted to swallow me whole.  I wonder how much more 
entranced he will be at the knowledge that he will soon rape me.
	Yes, that's what it is!  For all practical purposes, I will soon 
be raped.  A young man will walk into the room, take advantage of 
my shackled body, and proceed to force his big cock up into my 
cunt while I remain helpless to stop him.  I know I should be 
disgusted.  I realize it is wrong.  But I want it!  I want to 
experience the big cock of a Longton so bad!
	I think about being raped, but then I realize it won't exactly 
be a rape.  I mean a rape has to be against the will of the female, 
and Josh will not exactly be fucking me against my will.  Rather, I 
want him very bad!  But still, I will be tied, helpless, and unable to 
stop him from doing whatever he wants.  He will be free to ravage 
my body, tease my nipples, feel up my big tits, finger my cunt, do 
whatever he wants to my helpless body and then plunge his giant 
dick deep inside.
	Just thinking about it makes my heart race and my body 
sweat.  The anticipation drives me crazy.  It's already been almost 
a half-hour since Brian left me - or maybe it's been only ten 
minutes.  I don't know!  Time no longer exists.  There is only me, 
Josh, and his big cock.  I can't wait for him to walk in.
	I also worry.  I worry about being too tight.  I worry about 
being too shallow.  Brian will rescue me, I know, if anything goes 
wrong; but I don't want a rescue.  I don't want Josh to hurt me.  It 
is not the pain I worry about so much, but more the lack of 
pleasure.  I don't want anything to ruin this glorious evening.  I 
don't know exactly how big Josh will be, but according to Brian he 
has a 10 incher.  That's a Size 6, the biggest dildo I've had so far.  
I can't imagine how much better a real cock will feel in place of 
the artificial dildo.  I can't wait to find out.
	I hear something from upstairs, but I can't be sure of what 
it is.  I've been hearing things for the last half-hour - or maybe ten 
minutes.  Whatever it is, I don't know anymore.  I think I hear 
whispers at first, and then it sounds like someone might be walking 
down the stairs.  I tense as I sense someone approaching, but this is 
the third time I felt this sensation so far.  I can't be certain.
	And then I hear it!  The door squeaks.  I'm sure of it this 
time.  The door definitely moves.  It slowly opens.  I see a shadow 
appear in the entrance.
	"Brian?" I question the figure.  "Josh?"
	It refuses to answer.
	The room is dark.  I can hardly see.  Light shines from two 
candles on the small nightstand beside me.  They flicker as the 
door opens, brushed by the hot breeze.  I stand illuminated, but the 
person standing in the doorway remains dark.
	"Brian?  Josh?" I question again.
	Still, it refuses to answer.
	The figure steps inside, moving closer.  I still can't see, but 
I suspect it must be Brian.  I feel him.  I think I recognize his 
breathing.  I suspect he walks in to tease me.
	"Pretty," The voice speaks.
	My body tenses.  My heart skips a beat.  I realize the voice 
belongs to Josh.
	"Ahhhh," I let out a long moan of desperation.
	He stands and looks at me for at least a minute.  I still can't 
see him, but I know he can see me.  The candles provide him 
enough light to illuminate my form.  He stands and gazes upon me 
for at least a minute before stepping back to the far wall.
	I do not understand his intensions.  I do not know his plan.  
"Is he going to walk up and fuck me like a typical human male?" I 
question myself.  "Or does he plan to tease me and drag it out?"  I 
do not know, but I expect the former. 
	A light suddenly shines.  First a flicker and then a glow, I 
realize he turns on a lantern.
	"Better see," Josh speaks and he brings the lantern closer 
and sits it on the edge of the bed.
	It baths the room in an eerie glow.  I know he can see my 
body a lot better now.  I certainly see his!  I see him well enough to 
notice a substantial bulge poking out of the front of his loincloth.  
It looks to be a much more substantial bulge than Brian's.  It looks 
a lot more like Jelick's.  I see him well enough to know he stands 
amply prepared for me, but I don't think I am quite yet prepared 
myself.
	"So big milk holders," He speaks as he draws near.  "Josh 
like big milk holders."
	Suddenly, his hands are upon me.  He is not shy or 
withdrawn.  He behaves exactly the same way as two nights 
before.  He simply walks up to me as though I am a piece of meat 
and places a hand upon each boob.
	"Ah!" I gasp at the touch of his fingers against the skin of 
my breasts.  I still wear the bikini top, but he hardly seems to 
notice.  He feels my boobs through the top, moving the palm of his 
hand all over.  He pushes my tits up from below as though to check 
their weight, and then pressed them together as though to give me 
cleavage.
	The sensation of having my tits felt up by a near stranger is 
unbelievable!  It feels even better than two nights before.  I figure 
it must be because Brian no longer stands beside me.  No one 
stands in the room along with me.  There is only Josh and myself.  
No one else stands close to protect me.  I stand shackled and nearly 
nude, totally vulnerable to whatever whim this young lad may 
choose to do with my body.  The experience is unbelievable.
	I still wear the bikini top, but I do not wear it for long.  His 
left hand leaves my boob.  I feel it reach in back and fumble for the 
little bow tie that holds up my top.
	"No!" I softly tell him without really meaning it.
	It takes him only a second.  I feel the strap tighten around 
the bottom of my chest as he pulls on it, and a second later I feel 
no tension at all.  The short length of string holding up my top 
comes undone.
	"Oh God!" I cry out as he lifts up the cups and frees my 
tits.  He lifts my bikini up and over my head.  I feel it falling down 
along my back and then along my rear.  A second later I think I 
hear it softly land on the floor.
	Meanwhile, Josh looks!  He stands right in front of me and 
just looks.
	"So big milk holders," He compliments me again on the 
size of my tits.  "And big suckers too."
	I have to think for a moment about the word "suckers."  I 
do not realize what he means at first, not until he touches them.
	"Ah," I let out a sigh as I feel a finger on each my nipples.  
I realize "suckers" in Longtonese translates into nipples in English.  
It makes sense, I suppose, because nipples are where the sucking 
takes place.
	"Ah!  Ah!" I cry out several more times as he continues to 
play upon my nipples.  They quickly become hard, or maybe they 
were hard before he ever started.  I'm not sure, but they certainly 
feel hard now.  I've never experienced a man so expertly play with 
my nipples before.  Most men immediately want to go for my 
entire tit, but Josh takes his time.  He starts with my nipples and 
moves out.
	I realize my original expectations were incorrect.  Josh is 
not going to just stick it in and fuck me like the typical human 
male.  First he's going to tease me, and then he's going to tease me 
some more.  It starts with my nipples and then slowly moves out to 
the rest of my boobs.
	First he just feels them.  He does not move my boobs 
around.  He just feels them with his fingers, gently moving across 
and then going up and down on my tits.  It is as though he wants to 
experience them in their natural, plunging position.  I think he 
wants to feel them like they naturally exist.  I find it especially 
erotic when he weakly traces his fingers around the bottom of my 
boob, just where it swells out from my body, and pinches his finger 
into my bottom cleavage.
	"Milk holders drop little," Josh contemplates the firmness 
of my breasts.  "And so big!  So ripe!"
	He moves again up to my nipples, except this time he orbits 
around.  He takes a finger on each nipple and gently circles them 
around and around, and then he does it again and again.  I can 
hardly stand it.  I feel as though I want to scream.
	"And so big suckers," He contemplates my boobs even 
more.  "So big suckers.  Good for milking." 
	"Ah!" I cry out louder, unable to hold back any longer, 
especially after he speaks the word "milking."
	And then he takes my tits again.  He takes my whole tit, 
and he takes them like two nights before.  His fingers sink inside.  
He moves them all around.  It is just like he felt them while I was 
still wearing the bikini top, except now I wear no top at all.  Josh 
takes my bare tits and plays with them in his hands.  I look up to 
the ceiling in delight.  I feel like I am in heaven.
	"Debbie milk holders big!" He speaks in amazement 
several times as he feels me up.  "Josh want milk!"
	Before I even realize it, I feel him again on my nipples.  I 
feel something wet on my nipples, and I realize I feel his lips.
	"Fuck!" I cry out in English as he attempts to breast feed 
upon my oversized tits.  If not hard already, my nipples quickly 
become so.  I feel the hard things scrape across his lips and tongue.
	"Oh Josh!  Oh Josh!" I can't help but cry out.
	He sucks hard.  He sucks with wild abandonment.  I've had 
men suck on my nipples before, but never with such intensity as 
this.  I especially like it when he grabs a tit by both hands, one on 
each side.  He grabs it tight and presses in firmly.  At the same 
time, he gives a mighty suck.  It feels like he tries to squeeze the 
milk right out of my tits and suck it from my nipple.  Better yet, it 
feels like he is about to succeed.
	Josh breast feeds upon me for several minutes.  First one tit 
and then the other, he takes turns feeding on them.  I've always 
loved the sensation of a man sucking on my nipples.  I guess it's 
because I have sensitive nipples and such big tits, but I like Josh 
even more.  I do not think it has anything to do with technique, but 
more because of the shackles.  I realize I can't prevent him from 
sucking as much as he wants.
	Maybe it also comes from the fact he is a near stranger.  I 
wish he could go on forever, but I know he has more important 
items to attend to.
	And not long after he does.  He moves down from my 
vulnerable tits to my even more vulnerable pussy.
	"No!" I instinctively cry out.  "Please!"
	Lucky for me, he does not listen.  Josh quickly undoes the 
single string holding up my panty.  It falls to the floor.  I stand 
ready and willing to receive his cock.
	But he refuses to give it to me right away.  He first reaches 
down.  He uses his fingers.
	"Oh Josh!" I can't help but cry out.  He's good, really 
good, especially for someone so young.  He obviously received 
very expert training on how to finger fuck a young woman.
	"Debbie tight!" He informs me.  "Hot too!  Much water!"
	I realize he is telling me that my pussy is very wet, and so it 
is.  I think the combination of my vulnerability and the anticipation 
of his big cock makes me wet.  I'm desperate for
	First one finger and then two and three, he fingers me for a 
long time.  I don't think I have ever been quite so expertly finger 
fucked before.  I know for a fact that no man has ever tried three 
fingers before, but I suppose that's a side benefit of the dildos from 
the last few days.  I'm so hot and wet he has no trouble fitting three 
fingers deep inside.  In fact, I feel as though I could take his full 
fist.  I am desperate for his cock, but still he does not reward me.
	Next, he gets down on his knees.
	"Oh no, please Josh!" I tell him, knowing what he wants to 
do.  "Please Josh, no!  Not that!"
	He acts as though he never hears me.  A second later he 
tongues me.
	"Yum, yum!" He speaks as he eats me out.
	The sound of his voice makes it even more erotic.
	He gives me my first orgasm with his mouth. 
	Josh unties me from one position so he can mount me in 
another.
	"Walk hands and knees," He instructs.
	I immediately know his desire.  For my second orgasm, he 
wants to mount me from behind and fuck me like a dog.  I do as he 
says.	

To be continued...

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