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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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CRUZING
Chapter Six: Command Perogatives (part 6f)
Vas saw that Hicks had long ago gotten over any gag reflex, and was now
seeking to make contact with the base of her cock with his lips. Her
thick foreshaft was *somewhere* deep in his throat, getting worked over by
the muscles there, while his lips sought more of her throbbing penis.
The man was really beginning to take her towards her climax; she felt
herself begin to squirt more rapidly deep in his throat.
"Soon. . . gonna pop real soon," Vas breathed, her voice horse and full of
arousal. The Cruzer was clearly starting to lose it. Not only could
Hicks see it, in her eyes, in the flush beginning to spread on her
muscular chest, the way she licked her lips, the beads of sweat dotting
her forehead, he could also hear it, in her deep, rapid breathing, in the
feverish quality of her voice. Most intimately, he could *feel* her
arousal in the gradual swelling of her already thick, swollen penis; it
*trembled* like a separate creature, and Hicks could feel the hot spurts
of her semen coming faster and faster against the back of his throat. The
raw, animal scent of her orgasm was thick in his nostrils, filling his
sinuses, his world, his universe. It was now the only thing he could
smell, overpowering all other scents, even that of the Vargr: the musky,
earthy, spicy-sweet smell of Cruzer semen. Vas' semen. His commanding
officer's semen. He *wanted* it.
Only then did Hicks begin to gently bite her penis, which immediately
brought forth the most amazingly male-sounding *grunt* from Vas. Her
breathing abruptly became irregular, and Hicks was delighted to see her
hands grasp the duralloy bar through which the binders were threaded and
pull *hard*. The metal creaked, and Hicks saw it flex.
"You keep that up, I'm gonna fucking *drown* you. . ." Vas hissed. It was
just about the first complete sentence she'd said since he'd begun shaving
her, and was indeed giving every indication of a Cruzer preparing to
climax strongly and copiously. Every inch of her glistened with the sweat
of her exertions, lending a deep, golden glow to her caramel skin. Each
of Vas' full breasts was smeared with the sap secreted from her nipples,
and the black aureoles were dotted with goosebumps. The wet teats stood
proud and stiff, and Hicks could actually see the tiny dewy drops of
honey-like lactation emerge from the red flesh. Hicks was pleased to be
able to see the gleaming lather of sweat in both her bare, smooth armpits.
He sucked and nibbled her huge cock, dragging the orgasm out of it, and
suddenly realized that she was fighting him, trying to hold back her
onrushing climax.
Hicks wouldn't stand for it. He slid his mouth up on the massively
engorged shaft, until his lips collared the thickest part of the huge
foreshaft. He then pulled his lips back and made Vas watch as he bit her
firmly and repeatedly all over the foreshaft, from just forward of the
widening midshaft taper to the beveled glans.
"Ohhh god, Darryl, for you, all for you," Vas gasped to Hicks in a
strained whisper, his bites sending shocks of unbelievable pleasure deep
into her belly, where a fire seemed to be raging. Her muscular abs now
stood out with etched definition, forming the traditional, and startlingly
visible pattern under the coffee skin of her belly and stomach. Hicks
thought perversely that Vas seemed to be totally at ease with their
respective roles, despite her earlier concerns; she was *supervising* his
sucking, encouraging him to break her control over her own bodily
responses, and yet still maintaining her command presence over him the
whole time. God, it was really kinky! Hicks was glad she'd sorted it
out.
Vas closed her eyes and took a deep, ragged breath. The sweat dripped off
of her, like a thoroughbred horse just come in from a long ride. She let
out a really long, low moan. "Shit. . . almost lost it," she announced
in a quavering voice thick with sexual exhaustion; he was wearing her
down. His tongue was now flicking rapidly back and forth over the fleshy
tip of the beveled glans. He'd known that she'd very nearly come, for
she'd issued five or six rather liberal spurts of semen from the lower
cleft of her penis, a mini-orgasm for her, a full-fledged ejaculation for
a human male. The warm fluid had tasted subtly different from her
pre-ejaculate, more earthy, more complex, and stronger, less sweet but
more cinnamon. Her orgasm was an incredibly complex event, with many
levels and subtexts, and Hicks was thoroughly entertained by it. The
final act was only moments away, however, and both officers realized it.
Vas knew she was losing her battle with Hicks' demonic mouth. The last
straw for her was when Hicks had slid to his stomach between her muscular
legs and tenderly slipped his arms under her thighs, which angled her hips
upward, and of course presented her massively erect penis perfectly for
Hicks to continue his lusty oral attack. But, to Vas deep arousal, he
wrapped both his arms around her thighs and rested his hands on her belly.
Then he began to lightly scratch her abdomen and stomach, and rub up and
down the the bristly pubic trail connecting her cock and her belly button.
Vas found it exquisitely erotic. She started to *growl* in a low fierce
voice, and Hicks knew he'd won.
Vas had known for several minutes that when she did finally come, she was
going to have a "staggered" dual orgasm. Only Cruzers with dual
triprostates, and thus separate urethras and separately "wired" sexual
responses, could have this type of orgasm, which involved achievement of
orgasm in one triprostate, and then separate achievement of another orgasm
in the remaining triprostate in the midst of the initial orgasm cycle.
Ever since Dr. Crusher had cleared her left triprostate of its scar tissue
and helped it to begin healing fully, Vas' sexual response had returned to
the way it had been when she was younger, before her rape by the Klingons.
Vas very commonly achieved this type of orgasm; her left triprostate
(threaded to her lower urethra) had always been more sensitive, and
usually beat the right triprostate to orgasm by anywhere from ten seconds
to a full minute or two. Which Vas didn't mind at all. The sensation of
achieving the additional orgasm in the middle of an orgasm in progress was
one of the most potently, sensually erotic sensations that was possible
for a Cruzer to experience. In her youth, Vas could, when properly and
carefully stimulated, alternate orgasms in her upper and lower urethras,
thus keeping up an interconnected series of orgasms that switched back and
forth. Once, during the Games, she'd managed to climax nine time in a
row, five from the lower and four from the upper, during a twenty-two
minute time span.
Now, Vas felt the burning heat begin to seep from deep in her belly into
her penis, bathing it with itchy fire. Unbeknownst to her, she'd begun to
growl even louder, and shockingly animal noise. She wanted to warn Hicks,
but the words wouldn't come; she only managed to groan intensely. But
Hicks knew. Vas had begun to spurt feverishly in his mouth, the warm, wet
juices *shooting* in small but fierce little squirts from the lower
urethra, and the upper urethra dribbling more or less continuously.
Amazed, Hicks slipped his mouth up and down the length of her shaft,
occasionally pulling his lips back to let the warm, thin semen run down
the bright red shaft, only to slide his mouth down the Cruzer's enormous
organ once again and collect them once again before they could disappear
into the woman's thick pubic hair.
Suddenly, Hicks heard his command utter an interesting sort of low,
guttural moan, barely human sounding. Her thick, reflexively spurting
penis seemed to grow larger still in his sucking mouth. Sensing that she
was about to climax, Hicks drew his mouth up to the midpoint of her
awesome shaft, his lips just behind the flare of the foreshaft, and as he
sucked tenderly, she abruptly creamed down his throat. Hicks felt the
semen rushing under his tongue, padding as it did the underside of her
organ. Although he couldn't exactly tell, it seemed to him that only the
lower cleft was issuing semen. He didn't care; Vas' orgasm was hot, wet,
and beautiful. Her orgasm began with an uninterrupted stream of semen
lasting eleven seconds, at which point she settled down into her normal,
pulsing delivery.
As his commanding officer continued to orgasm violently in his mouth,
Hicks, between swallows, watched her as she came. She looked radiant, her
face a sensual mask of pleasure so intense that it was almost a form of
torture for her. He eyes were tightly closed, her nostrils flared with
each deep, ragged breath she took, her lips were pulled back to reveal
small, perfect white teeth (except for the exaggerated canines) clenched
tightly together, with her breath hissing through them. Occasionally, she
would give a small cry as a particularly powerful orgasmic contraction
tightened in her belly.
Hicks really didn't have much of an idea how long this went on;
truthfully, he was almost as blown away as Vas by what was occurring. The
scent of her climax was thick in his nostrils. Experimentally, he pulled
his lips back from the wet, slippery erection between then (what little he
could, for even the midshaft was now very thick, and the foreshaft
absolutely *filled* his mouth and throat). Immediately, her semen,
commingled with Hicks' saliva, began to slip down the shaft in large, wet
drips, moistening her belly and drenching her vagina. Hicks found the
sight unbelievably sexy, in a very intimate way. He was surprised at how
clear the fluid was, and how thin; her semen was, however, very, very
slippery.
His eyes flicked back up his commander's face, and found himself staring
deep into her black-within-black eyes. He found himself performing for
her, letting her huge shaft slide even deeper into his mouth, letting his
throat relax for the potent thickness of her foreshaft. This beautiful
woman, this Cruzer, was giving him all she had to give, and he wanted her
to enjoy herself to the fullest possible extent. In an odd way, Hicks had
ceased to consider the whole scene as her reward to him; instead, he now
sought to help Vas achieve the deepest orgasm she was capable of, to
reward her for the intense intimacy she'd shown him.
Hicks, while he sucked, began to explore Vas' dripping vagina with
patient, curious fingers, spreading her own ejaculate up into her own
cunt. He was surprised again to find her vaginal channel trembling,
almost *vibrating*, and it constricted with surprising strength on his
fingers. Hicks knew that he would be exploring *that* particular feature
very soon. With practiced ease, he slipped his fingers from her vagina
and, reaching up, rubbed then all over Vas' lips, gently encouraging her
to taste herself. She allowed her lips to part, and began to lick them
clean. Wow! She was *so* responsive. Hicks was profoundly struck by the
marked contrast between Vas' normally ultracool, impenetrable demeanor and
her current, sensual vulnerability. *This* was why she had to be so
careful in giving herself to him. With her penis deep in his mouth,
inextricably enmeshed in her orgasm, the essence of the woman was laid
bare for Hicks: everything Juanita Vasquez did, be it fighting or
fucking, she did with *total* commitment and utter dedication.
Hicks rubbed his fingers slowly back and forth over the ridges of her abs,
feeling the well-defined, beautifully symmetrical "washboard" texturing
her stomach and lower belly. Vas had only been climaxing for about two
minutes, it seemed more like ten to Hicks. While he continued to pet her
stomach with one hand, Hicks gently encircled the base of her penis with
the other and, with exceeding care, he began to masturbate her as she
came. Vas grunted deeply, and her head tossed from side to side in her
passion. She gave a short but lusty scream. Then, amazingly, Hicks felt
renewed, rapid spurts of semen rush through her huge penis, this time
under his upper lip and the roof of his mouth. She was experiencing
another orgasm, this time from the other, upper cleft. --This woman is
fucking *fantastic*-- Hicks marveled, swallowing anew. His own belly had
begun to acquire a full, heavy feeling. . .
It was only at this juncture that Hicks remembered that he still had a lot
of shaving to do, and the reason that he'd blown her in the first place
was to get her pubic hair lubricated for the event. With that, he began
to slide his wide-stretched mouth up her torrid penis. He was thrilled to
find that the shaft had engorged so fully that it was only with some
difficulty that he was able to allow the thickest portion of the flared,
swollen foreshaft to pass between his lips. His teeth scraped along the
thin, hot membrane of its tangy surface, but Vas seemed not to mind; in
fact, she sounded like she'd enjoyed the gentle torture thus provided. As
the spurting glans slid from his throat and into his mouth, he became
intimately reacquainted with the taste of her orgasm, its blend of heavy
animal tang, hint of citrus and cinnamon, and sweet, bleachy starch. The
scent had now completely overwhelmed that of her previous Vargr companion.
Her penis sprayed the left side of Hicks' face as its beautifully sculpted
glans slipped from between the security officer's lips. The lower cleft
dribbled semen, spurting weakly every few seconds, but the upper cleft was
dilated wide and shooting forceful squirts of clear fluid every other
second. The jets struck Hicks' chin, neck, and shoulder with surprising
force. He held the jetting shaft straight up from Vas belly, so they
could both watch her climax. The virile spurts arced three feet over Vas
outstretched body, splattering her belly, chest and face. Mercifully,
Hicks slid his hand up the long shaft to gently cup the beveled glans, and
allowed Vas to orgasm into his palm. In this way, he spread the clear,
musky syrup all over his commanding officer's sweating stomach, abdomen,
thighs, and especially her pubic area, liberally smearing the pubic hair
covering her vulva, inner thighs, and lower belly. He gently spread the
fluid into the split of her ass as well, caressing her intimately. Vas
rewarded him with an especially sensual moan as he carefully circled her
anus with a slippery finger. He flicked his eyes again up to hers, saw
her eyebrow arched with an unasked question. Gently, he slipped the
finger smoothly into her anus, and was startled to see her *buck* in her
restraints. Corded sinews stood out on the inside of her thighs, and her
biceps were swollen in tension.
Inside her rectum, Vas' dual triprostates were impossible to miss. Hicks
knew that Cruzers had reproductive glands like those of a man, but he
hadn't expected them to be quite so large or sensitive. Generally, he had
to do a bit of searching to find just the right "sweet" spot in a human
male's prostate to elicit his maximum sexual pleasure. Vas' glands,
however, protruded into the rectal wall and *throbbed* with a weird life
all their own. He began to tease them with his finger, and quite
literally drove Vas insane for several long moments, during which time he
was able to elicit alternating spurts of come from each of her urethras,
depending on which gland he probed.. He finally stopped when he began to
realize that his commander was quite unable to breath under the intimate
probing of her prostate array. She gasped for breath after he withdraw
his finger, shuddering violently, still squirting away.
He immediately noticed two things which shocked him. First, of course,
was the fact that her knot had slithered from its moist, warm sheath, to
rest throbbing against her belly. Second, a trickle of blood now issued
from her lower urethra, along with the feeble drool of semen. He almost
didn't notice it at first, given the shocking color of her penis, but
there was no question.
Vas regarded him with half-lidded eyes, clearly devastated by her orgasms,
now winding down. She was awash in her own semen. "Old injury," she told
him softly, her command-tone firmly in evidence. Once again, she was his
total superior. "Don't worry about it; Bev says it'll take a couple of
months to heal completely."
"Got it," Hicks said simply, openly petting her slippery, caramel body.
He reached for the razor.
The sharp blade reflected in the wide, dark orbs of Vas' eyes. Hicks took
a moment to center his breathing, steadying his hands, before he went to
work. The blade collected both semen and hair as it slipped over the
furry lips of Vas vagina, leaving behind smooth, bare skin that was nearly
dead black in color, such was the density of pubic follicles on her
vaginal lips, turning gradually to peppery caramel at the insides of her
thighs. Once again, Hicks treated Vas to a very intimate tongue bath of
her pubic area in the wake of the razor, thoroughly cleaning the
semen-sticky skin and enjoying its smooth texture. Hicks had to shave
very carefully around the base of her enormous penis, using very short,
small strokes of the sharp blade; luckily, that was the area most wet with
semen, and the razor slid easily across her warm, musky skin. Her belly
was perhaps easiest for Hicks to shave, but he teased her a little here,
using small strokes of the razor, and re-anointing the area several times
with semen still dripping from her penis. Vas loved the feel of the razor
scraping over the pubic trail on her abdomen, seeing the shadow left by
the follicles.
Finally, Hicks attacked the pubic hair growing in the split of her
asscheeks. For this task, Hicks straddled Vas' chest, kneeling over it
and facing away from her. He then pulled her legs up and hooked his arms
over the backs of her thighs. He ass was thus beautifully presented to
him, fully spread and ready to get shaved. The hair grew on a tender
strip of pale brown skin right in the center of the split, forming a furry
trial all the way from the bottom of her vagina to the small of her back.
A great deal of her semen had dripping into the split, leaving her musky
and *slimy* in this area. Again, Hicks patiently began to slip the razor
over the hairy skin, this time thoroughly shaving the split of her ass.
As he worked, he moved his hips back a bit, allowing Vas to nuzzle and
lick his testicles. This she did with gentle, thorough attentiveness.
She then slipped her tongue into the split of his ass and began to tongue
his tight anus. She made soft noises of contentment. It was just one
more thing for Hicks to deal with, especially since Vas had begun rimming
his asshole at just the moment that he'd begun shaving around her own
asshole. Sweat dripped from Hicks brow as he scraped the black, kinky
hair away from her anus. He felt her tongue penetrate his anus and snake
up into his rectum. --*God*, her tongue was long!-- Hicks thought to
himself. It felt like a wet, wriggling worm was trying to nest up there.
"Jesus!" he breathed, as Vas slipped her tongue in and out of his asshole.
He was now working the blade up the small of her back. Then, she was
bare. With a triumphant little "YES!" Hicks threw the razor into the
corner and bent his head down to lick out the split of his commander's
ass, removing all traces of semen and sweat, and tonguing Vas' asshole
even as she tongue-fucked his. They communed with each other's anuses for
long minutes, savoring the taste of each other's most intimate areas.
Hick's was just about ready to fuck the shit out his commander.
Suddenly, he felt the wild, skillful tongue withdraw from his anus, and he
heard Vas' voice from somewhere between his legs. "Darryl, my combadge is
in the left thigh pocket of my camo pants," she told him in a steely-cool
voice that indicated without a doubt the Major Juanita Vasquez, Security
Chief aboard the USS Enterprise, had just decided to re-enter the body of
the Cruzer sex-goddess he'd been sucking and shaving for the last hour or
so. Or had she ever left? "Go get it, and hold it up for me," she
ordered. "I have to make a call."
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