In the End

by S. L. Carpenter

  Rene screamed in a mix of painful release and a pleasurable excitement from the stretching violation of her body.

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  Jared was immense and it took a few strokes for her to adjust to the unleashed passion of the man. She began to feel spread wider than ever before and the slow, steady thrusts pulled her cunt back and forth. The rigid shaft pushed deeply in and as he withdrew, the hard length dragged against the hood of her clitoris.

  Tommy wiped the tear from Rene’s eye. She was blissfully excited and sweat began to seep from her skin.

  “Kiss me, Tommy, kiss me again,” Rene pleaded, needing a sense of compassion in contrast to Jared’s more masculine force.

  Jared’s muscles tightened and flexed as he thrust hard into Rene’s welcoming cunt.

  The tightness gripped every inch of his cock, holding it tightly inside, not wanting to let go. The slap of their skin echoed through the chamber.

  When Tommy kissed Rene, she lowered her hand between his legs and caressed his tightened balls. Tommy pulled up his head. Then he began kissing her again as Rene stroked his length in the hot skin of her palm.

  Tommy moved to kiss Rene’s breasts and with her head arched back, she licked the tip of Tommy’s erection. The jarring thrusts from Jared inched her closer to Tommy’s swollen cock.

  Rene pushed back on Jared and rolled onto her belly. She knew what she wanted to do and wasn’t going to let this moment go.

  Jared grabbed her hips and as she pushed her ass upwards, he entered her cunt from behind. His groans of pleasure only accentuated the joy he was bringing Rene.

  Her soul was peaking with excitement as she let her mind drift into the gratification of Jared fucking her. Long, powerful thrusts she swore would never stop. Pleasure like this seemed devious and a sin, but the unearthly delight it brought was exquisite.

  Tommy sat in front of them and Rene lowered her mouth over the thick head of his cock. His body sank deeply into the fluffy pillows, his hardened cock standing proud like a flagpole.

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  The flick of her tongue, the amount of sucking in, it was all in tandem with the pleasure she was receiving from Jared.

  With each hammering pound from Jared, Rene’s mouth would dive down on Tommy’s throbbing cock. She held herself up on her elbows and her head bobbed up and down in unison with Jared fucking her.

  As Jared began to breathe between his teeth, trying to hold back, Rene flexed her ass and sucked hard on Tommy, seeing his balls tightening. She knew she was close and so were they. A salty taste trickled from the tip of Tommy’s cock and the anticipation of his ultimate release excited Rene more.

  Jared grunted and arched back. The plunge stretched Rene to her limits of pleasure.

  She was coming again and didn’t want it to end.

  Tommy began to squirm in an attempt to hold back bursting from the blowjob Rene was giving him. When Jared hit her cervical opening with a deep, driving thrust, she jerked forward and felt Tommy’s cock hit the back of her throat. In unison the three of them erupted in a climactic blast of sexual expulsion.

  Falling into a myriad of heated passion, Rene blacked out. She awoke to Tommy patting her cheek and Jared stroking the sweaty flesh of her ass. Rene lay in a limp state of exhaustion with only enough energy to say one thing.

  “Okay, who’s sleeping in the wet spot?”

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  Chapter Six

  Tommy came back to the chamber with three glasses filled with a glowing pink fluid. “This will help us sleep during the trip. It may make you have some pretty weird dreams, but it will prolong the time you sleep and make it so you don’t have to tinkle so much.”

  Rene sniffed the glass. “Mmmm, strawberry. My favorite.” She let the scent fill her nose and watched as Jared and Tommy downed their drinks before drinking hers.

  The smooth flow of the drink slid down her throat and as it coated her insides, her body became relaxed. She also became extremely horny. More than the usual itch she’d get for a hot guy. She was becoming HOT.

  Here she was on a spaceship with two good-looking men, she was hornier than a schoolgirl at prom and she was drifting into a deep, soothing sleep. Life just wasn’t fair.

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  After the ship was docked in Uranus’ port, Tommy and Rene awoke from their four-week nap. Jared lay face down in a pool of drool, snoring. She had never been so content or relaxed in her life. They tried to unravel the pretzel-like entanglement of their limbs.

  “Oh, no, oww, owww, owww, my leg’s asleep.” Tommy was half-laughing and half-crying at the numb feeling of his leg.

  “Aw, which leg?” Rene asked.

  “The right one—don’t touch it, it tingles so bad.” A mischievous smile crossed her face and Rene lunged at Tommy’s leg and began rubbing it. She poked at the limp limb as Tommy fought to get away.

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  “Ahhh, you bitch, stop, stop, it tickles!” Tommy was laughing and tossing around in agony. His leg finally awoke and so did his other leg.

  “Pee time. Be right back.” Tommy limped out of the chamber.

  Mumble, mumble, “No more onions on my burrito,” mumble, growl.

  The beast was waking from his hibernation. Jared was the type of man who woke up grouchy, hungry and probably horny—or so she hoped. Rene began to massage Jared’s wide back muscles. Her own body was awakening and the soreness between her thighs was a reminder of their sexual encounter before the trip.

  “Not again, seven times is my limit,” Jared grumbled under his breath. He slowly awoke and made a smacking sound with his mouth.

  “Talk about bad morning breath. I feel like I just ate a cat.” He grinned. “Or a pussy.”

  “Yep, you’re awake,” Rene snapped back.

  “Hey, Jared, I had the weirdest, most intense dreams on this trip. Is that normal?” He rolled over onto his back and looked at her. As usual, he had an erection and Rene noticed. She had to—it flopped against her arm like a tree branch. “Sometimes the sleep aid will make people feel funny. What kind of dreams?”

  “Well, they were fantasies I guess. Sexual stuff.” She slowly let her palm brush against Jared’s wondrous cock. Her mouth was dry, but her pussy was becoming wet.

  “You and Tommy were in them. All we did was have incredible sex for hours on end.

  Over and over and over. I swear I must have had a four-week orgasm.”

  “Um, those weren’t all dreams, Rene.” He paused. With Rene now stroking him in her hand, he reached over and toyed with the moist folds of skin between her legs.

  “Tommy and I merged with you. Soooo, well, we sort of DID have sex with you for four weeks. In our minds and with our bodies.”

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  “Yep, quite a few times actually. Tommy isn’t much for a lot of sex, but you had him going pretty good.”

  “That explains it then. That feeling like I had been riding a horse. My inner thighs are killing me.” Rene crawled around and climbed on top of Jared. “Speaking of riding a horse…”

  “Damn, Rene, I thought I was bad. You are so fucking hot.” His voice was rough and deep and all Rene wanted to hear was him moaning with pleasure along with her.

  She lowered herself down the thickened shaft of Jared’s now iron-hard cock.

  “Ohhhh, yeah, I remember thisssss. Mmmmm, Jared, you feel sooooo goood.”

  “Aw, oh, Christ, not again!” Tommy stood covering his eyes, dressed in a silken shirt and tight black leather pants. “Dammit, you two are like a couple of fucking rabbits. I thought after the trip you’d have had enough! I mean, you did have both of us for four weeks, Rene.”

  “Awwww, Tommy, just one more ride, mmmm, maybe two.” With a slow groove, she rolled her hips atop of Jared who lay moaning with pleasure, letting his hands rest on her swaying
hips.

  “I’ll be back in an hour, I need to get our stuff ready anyway.” Walking off, Tommy mumbled under his breath. Why bother packing clothes, they never wear them anyway.

  Fucking humans. Hey, that’s what Jared’s doing now, fucking a human. Ha ha, I just made a funny. Why am I talking to myself? Why am I answering my own questions?

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  They all readied themselves to leave the ship. Tommy had already packed their bags and had clothes laid out for them in matching colors like his. As the hatch opened, Rene noticed a distinctly odd odor in the air. It made her eyes burn and reminded her of her father’s bathroom.

  “Okay, who farted?”

  The guys looked at each other and shrugged.

  “Whoever smelt it, musta dealt it,” Tommy piped in and started walking down the ramp where their ship had docked.

  “No offense guys, but this place smells like shit.” Jared replied, “Well it is Uranus.”

  When she saw a NO SMOKING sign flashing in red, she understood what the smell was—methane gas.

  There were a dozen or so docks like theirs that all connected to a round opening to a tunnel. As they went through the tunnel, it opened onto a brightly lit city street. On the street, numerous eating establishments lined the sidewalks. It was like Disneyland.

  Burrito King, Beans-R-Us, Fiber Hut, Colon Burger and a single Oriental restaurant with the name Wong Hole on it.

  “Well, I guess we better introduce you to the queen. She has to meet everyone that is new inside Uranus.” Jared seemed a little depressed instead of being excited to be home. “Come on, Tommy. Back to the old grind.”

  “Jared?” Rene grabbed his hand. “What’s wrong? You seem…well…you seem a little down. Aren’t you happy to be home?”

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  Tommy interrupted. “He hates it here. He gets to live in the palace but he doesn’t like his job.”

  “I am sort of the sexual concierge for the queen.” Rene backed up. “What the fuck is that?”

  “It’s kind of like a proctologist. I deal with assholes all day. I make sure all her men stay in line. I protect her and stay with her wherever she goes. It’s really boring. She hardly ever goes out and when she does, I have to go everywhere with her. I despise shopping and she loves it.”

  “I would die to spend all day shopping,” Tommy gushed, rolling his eyes.

  “What do you do, Tommy?” Rene asked.

  “Don’t ask. I am in charge of decorating the palace. I feel like a maid, though. I have to pick up after her and she leaves shit everywhere. Being the queen of Uranus is a dirty job.” Tommy sighed, and they all started walking along the narrowing street.

  The street ended and in single file, the few people walked through the small tunnel.

  Rene noticed small debris hanging along the walls. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “Cling-ons. Don’t mess with those, they stink and stick to everything.” Walking through the end of the tunnel, it opened up to a brightly lit space. All around were flowers, trees and greenery. It was extremely contrasting to the streets of Uranus. “Where are we?” She tapped Jared on the shoulder.

  Pointing to a sign hanging from the shiny archway it read “Welcome to Bowel”.

  “Bowel? You have a city named Bowel? This is a joke, right?” she laughed as she spoke.

  “This is the entrance to Castle Bowel. The queen lives in the Bowel. What’s so funny about that?” Tommy seemed a little confused at Rene’s humor.

  “If I have to explain it, it must not be funny.” The threesome continued down the road.

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  “Can we go shopping? I’m just famished.” Tommy rubbed his belly and smacked his lips together.

  “I need to go check in at work. You two go ahead.” Jared held onto Rene’s hand and slowly pulled away. Their hands touched until only their fingertips lingered in a final caress.

  “Oh, enough of this lovey-dovey stuff, let’s go shopping.” Tommy was all giddy like a woman with a new credit card at the mall.

  Rene stopped dead in her tracks. No way! she thought, wondering if her eyes had deceived her. Stepping back two steps she looked through a glass window and saw a line of men standing naked and at attention. They dangled in various stages and lengths.

  “Oh, the queen is looking for tonight’s victims. Must be a full moon again. Actually, it’s always a full moon with twenty-two of those things circling the planet.” Tommy tugged at her arm but she wasn’t moving. “Come on, Rene.” Rene wasn’t budging, she was window-shopping. Thoughts of a charge account with no spending limit crossed her mind, as did the thought of which stud to use for each night. One, two or three at a time, the queen had a tough choice.

  She stared through the window to see an incredibly statuesque woman walk from a hallway and into the open room of men. She was elegant and had her black hair pulled back, exposing her perfect facial features. As soon as she entered, all the men became erect. In their stance and their…well, erection.

  Rene didn’t notice her hands pressed up against the window. Nor did she realize her tongue was dangling and licking at the cold glass. Smorgasbord time.

  The queen had run down the line-up, touching each man with her hand. Judging each man like a fish. She wanted a whale, not minnows. Her pussy was the bait.

  Hearing a squeak, the queen turned to see Rene dragging her hands down the window. Her hands were sweaty and the flesh stuck to the glass.

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  Rene shook free from her hormonal rage of lust, then looked at the queen. A subtle smile crossed the queen’s face. She was lovely.

  Then she flipped Rene the bird and motioned for her to get away.

  “Rene, we need to go. The queen gets rather possessive of her men. Good lord knows she won’t share Jared. If she knew about him and…well… She wouldn’t be too happy.

  “Ohhh, look, a boutique. Let’s get some scarves and some oils. I have something special to show you.” Tommy shooed the clerk away like a fly. “They are no help.

  Hmmm, this blue one is nice but the burgundy fits your outfit better. Here let me get you one.” Tommy knew his color schemes.

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  Chapter Eight

  Rene and Tommy spent the day shopping. She was running with a marathon shopper and was a short distance runner. She was exhausted.

  Tommy’s apartment was a blend of what appeared to be antique furniture and modern art hanging on the brightly colored walls. It was warm and all him. The place was cramped but just enough for a single man to live in. Everything was too pretty to touch and had its certain place.

  “You can come in the kitchen, dear.” Tommy stood mixing some type of drink that looked like a strawberry milkshake. “Want some?”

  “No, I’m fine. That taco about did me in. I just want to lie down and relax.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not finished yet. Let’s go to my bedroom.” Rene didn’t know what to expect and really didn’t care. “Okay, Tommy. Whatever you say.”

  “Oh, I have been waiting to give you a Tommy special massage since we met.” Tommy led Rene by the hand to his bedroom and pointed to the large white bed. “Let me get my oils and we’ll start with a massage.” Rene slowly began to undress. Each button on her blouse popped open as if begging to free her body. She had a weakness for massages. The slick feeling on her skin, warm hands caressing her flesh, it all made her wet. In every way.

  Rene was naked, sitting on the edge of the big white bed and waiting for Tommy.

  She began to understand what men sometimes felt as they waited for their woman.

  After an eternity, Tommy opened the door.

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  “Now, I need you to lie down.” Tommy had a tray with various colored bottles in different sizes and shapes. There was a radiant glow fro
m each bottle. Like bottling fireflies, the flickering light in the liquid moved.

  Rene looked at Tommy in a short silk robe, which barely hung low enough to hide something Tommy had dangling between his legs. “Face down or face up?”

  “Doesn’t matter to me. Let’s start on the front.” The bed molded to Rene’s body. She was naked, on her back and Tommy opened his robe to reveal his toned body above her. Maybe she was in heaven.

  Tommy smiled as he looked down on Rene. Pouring the pink glistening liquid into his palm, he set the glass down and rubbed his hands together. She was spread before him in a perfect position to fuck. After four weeks of neglect, her pubic area looked like a forest and Tommy would need a machete to trim the bush down.

  Leaning down, he rested his chin in her pubic hair and asked, “You think I look good with a beard?”

  Rene giggled and Tommy spread some of the oil over the soft hair. It smoothed out against her skin. His caress was soft and soothing in some ways, but the attention was causing Rene’s body to stir.

  The lips of her pussy were shiny from arousal but Tommy wasn’t looking for a fuck. He wanted to give her pleasure.

  He then began to massage Rene’s belly. He spread the slick lotion on her skin making it warm. The circles were small and he made them bigger and bigger.

  “This feels nice, Tommy. What is in the lotion?” Tommy picked up the pink bottle and read it while continuing to massage Rene’s flesh. “It is a base for the blue lotion. Not sure what’s in it. This relaxes the muscles, the blue oil causes the stimulus reaction when it is mixed.” 57

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  With another handful of oil, Tommy moved up to her chest. The oil smoothed over her breasts and erect nipples, causing her to moan. Tommy let her nipples rise between his fingers then closed the space, almost pinching the sensitive tips.

  Tommy could see the soft caresses from his hands were giving Rene pleasure. His hand slid down to between her thighs.

  Instinctively Rene spread her legs apart, anticipating Tommy’s next move.

  With one hand, he began to massage the pink oil into the silky flesh between her legs. He grabbed a green cylinder from his oils and shook it, making it glow.