She choked and gagged, the gurgling sound of her throat further incensing his lust as her saliva poured out over him. All the way down to the base, he felt the slithering sensation of her throat take him to new heights of pleasure. Her lips tightened, clasping on him, sliding up and down. She clawed at the tight slabs of his buttocks as he raised his hips to push himself further up her throat. She almost threw up as her drool freely flowed down his shaft and balls, drenching his body and her hands.
“Oh, yeah.” He groaned. “Lily, you’re sure as hell… nuh-know whu-what cha doing.”
“Well, I am… uh… the fucking doctor here.” She said, coming up for air. “But it looks like this monster’s going to have to be put into the furnace.”
“Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!” Marston yelled. “I want your hot pussy… take me in all the way into your hot pussy.”
“Ohmigod, this is so unprofessional.” She said with a gasp. “But what the fuck, I’d even do this for free.”
“Oh, Doc… Lily, fuck me… I’m about to blow up.” He almost choked with anticipation.
“Let’s get this rocket into my silo.” She giggled as she climbed up on the bed and positioned herself over him.
He looked at her hovering over him and flexed his muscles, straining to free his arms. He wanted to reach for her, to grasp her swaying breasts and slip his fingers into her dripping pussy. She read the intense lust in his eyes and shook her head with a teasing smile. Squatting over him, she held his cock up straight and placed the throbbing head under her yawning pussy. She was more ready for this that he was. With a soft cry she lowered herself over him.
“Oh, man.” Marston yelped, as her hot tightness engulfed him, sucking the entire length of his enhanced organ deep into her.
“Yes, Jimmy.” She moaned lustily. “That’s the cozy warmth of a woman every man should feel. There’s nothing like it, on Earth or in the Galaxy.”
“Hell, yeah.” He gasped, feeling his cock being squashed by her insides. “You’re eating me alive… this is so fucking amazing.”
“Oh, baby… yes, yes, it is.” Her lovely face twisted as she began to rise up and slide back down over his surging organ.
Her hands pressed down on the rock hard slabs of his newly sculpted pectorals to get her more leverage. Her wide sexy hips rose and fell. Marston could see her riding him on the reflecting panels over them and it excited him even more. He struggled at his bonds, his muscles flexed and veins bulging. He craved to have his hands all over her ripe, luscious body, but her pussy swallowed his cock hard, making his head spin like never before.
“Oh, fuck.” Lilith gasped. “I’m so glad I met you, Jimmy. So fucking glad…. Ohhh, I’m cumming… I’m cumming all over your cock, Jimmy.”
“Yeah, Lily.” He matched her cries. “Cum all over me, baby.”
Her body shook as the intensity of her orgasm ripped through her. She had sex before, but this was special. Marston was quite a specimen and his genetics were perfect for the enhancement. A sense of pride filled her as much as his cock filled her pussy. She had created him, the perfect specimen. He was the result of all her hard work, she was the artist and he her masterpiece.
She flicked a switch and released him from the shackles. Marston immediately grabbed at her. His hard, callused hands running freely over her soft, hot flesh, groping at her hips, her belly, her yielding buttocks and her luscious breasts. He rose off the bed with her still impaled on his foot long pole. The muscles of his thighs and buttocks flexed hard as he fucked her standing upright. He reveled in the new power that surged within him, slamming his hips upward to meet her downward thrusts.
“Oh, Jimmy... you’re so hot… fuck me, baby.” Lilith hugged his neck and whimpered as he bounced her over his pelvis, his sculpted body gleaming like some Greek god of myth.
“You got that, Doctor.” He grinned. “I am yours… you made me.”
“Oh, Jimmy… I’m going to cuh-cum again…” She wept into his neck. “Oh, I’m going to cum so huh-hard.”
“Me too, Doc.” He grunted, dropping her back down on the bed and falling over her, still embedded deep. “Take my jism, Doc… take it inside you this time.”
“Oh, yes, Jimmy, yes,” She gasped as her second orgasm hit her. “Cum inside me… fill me, baby.”
He let out a loud groan as he felt the surge of his orgasm erupt through the foot long shaft and exit deep into her. Her body shook with ecstasy, making her whimper and dig her nails into his newly enhanced upper back and neck muscles. He seemed to cum forever as they lay entwined in each other, shaking with passion and bliss.
After a while Lilith opened her eyes and looked up at the monitors overhead. The readings were normal. The scanners indicated a relaxed heart and pulse rate for each of them. She pushed his muscular bulk off her and he looked up blearily.
“Wow, that was the best sex ever.” He smiled at her lazily.
“Yes, the best.” She said sedately. “And I hope you are relieved of your tension.”
“Absolutely, Doc.” He drawled, propping himself up on one elbow and watching her dress. “And I can be ready for an encore performance right away.”
“No more, Jimmy.” She replied sternly. “Now get suited up and let’s head for the training sector. The directors will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Hey, no sweat.” He said, getting his clothes on. “And then can we meet up later.”
“I’m not too sure, Jimmy.” She said with a hint of sadness. “You’ll be assigned to your post on Titan immediately, for a six year tour. We’ll probably never meet again.”
“Well, I’ll never forget you, Lily.” He said, touching his chest. “You’ll always be here… you’ve made me the man I could never be on my own.”
“Well, Private James Fauntleroy Marston.” She wiped away a tear. “Those were a good forty-eight hours.”
“The best two days of my life… ever.” He nodded and walked out of the lab.
*-*-*
“You are assigned to me for the next forty eight hours.” She nodded, eyeing the handsome young man up and down. “Private Kenneth Anthony Rogers.”
“Yes, Doctor Graeme.” He replied, smiling at her with dimpled cheeks. “That’s me, for sure.”
“This way, I’ll have to run a few initial scans first…” Her green eyes sparkled. “Please remove all your clothes.”
“You mean… I have to get… uh…”
“Yes, Kenny. Get them all off.” She gave him a nonchalant smile. “And you don’t mind me calling you Kenny, do you?”
“Oh, not at all, Doctor.” He grinned as he undid his belt buckle. “Kenny’s just fine.”
“Oh, I love my job.” She muttered to herself with a smile as she watched the tall young man remove every stitch of starched uniform off his lean and muscular body. “I really, really do.”
Story 13
The practice was intense. Sara knew that she should have stretched better beforehand but she was in such a hurry and so tense from the fast approaching finals that just making it to the practice at all was an accomplishment.
She ran track and field well and was usually far more careful, but today, she just wasn’t into it. So, of course this had to be the day that the coach was sizing them up for the big competition next week. Therefore, the coach had decided to run them hard and relentlessly. Usually, Sara would have leapt at the chance to showcase her skills, but today, all she wanted was for it all to be over.
Thankfully, it almost was. She saw the finish line and new from the approaching darkness that the coach couldn’t make them stay out here all that much longer, especially with finals so close. After all, grades ruled the team. If the students didn’t do well on the finals, their grades suffered and therefore, they were at risk for losing their scholarships. The coach would do everything she could to avoid that kind of devastation.
At least, that was Sara’s hope.
Distracted and wishing for this year to just be over already, Sara felt like she was out
of step. In hindsight, she would remember having the thought that her muscle was tightening abnormally.
However, she would ignore this fact until later.
All at once, just as she was preparing to slow down, she felt her leg buckle as an intense pain shot through it, to her very core.
Sara heard her own voice yelling out, but by the time she grew completely conscious of her situation again, she was on the ground, holding her wounded leg.
Valerie, Sara’s best friend was behind her and in a moment, was at her side. The girls had celebrated their nineteenth birthdays within days of each other in the last month.
“What happened?” Valerie asked after reaching out her hand for Sara to take.
“I think I just pulled a muscle,” She answered, grasping her friend’s hand and using it to leverage herself back onto her feet.
Valerie helped Sara hobble over to the bleachers, where the coach met her and asked if she was alright.
Sara nodded and told the coach that she would be fine, but asked to be excused from the rest of the practice, knowing that any attempt to work it out here on the field would be futile and would most likely lead to more embarrassment.
The coach agreed and told Valerie to watch after her. Valerie nodded and the two of them left the field.
***
Back in their dorm later, Valerie was doing her best to take good care of her friend. She brought her an ice pack and stayed with her for a long while.
After a time, Valerie asked, “Are you feeling any better?”
Sara shrugged and answered, “It’s okay. If you have stuff to do, go ahead…”
“No,” she shook her head, “That isn’t it. I was just going to say, if you weren’t any better by tomorrow, my mom has a friend who is a professional masseuse. She works around here. If you want, I could see if she could get you in tomorrow?”
Sara thought about it for a moment, since that sounded like it could do her some good all around, but then quickly decided, “No. I can’t do that. I don’t have the money…”
“You can come after hours…I do it all the time,” Valerie smiled, “She will do the massage for free if I talk to her and I am sure she is going to really like you.” She shrugged, “Who knows, you might become a regular.”
Sara considered it again, “I don’t know…” The thought of a woman rubbing her hands all over her body made Sara uncomfortable.
“It feels fantastic,” She answered, “I swear that Camilla has magical hands.” Valerie waged her fingers in front of her for effect.
Sara then glanced down at her leg, which still seemed swollen, despite the intermittent icepack treatment and considered to weigh up her options.
“What could it hurt, really?” Valerie encouraged.
Sara shrugged, “I guess you’re right.” Then she smiled and asked, “What time should we go?”
Valerie returned her shrug before answering, “I don’t know…Six, seven? I’ll talk to Camilla.”
Sara nodded, “Sounds good to me.”
***
The next day, despite herself, Sara was looking forward to the massage. She had never actually had one formally before and therefore, despite her slight discomfort, she was curious about how it was going to feel.
Who knows…maybe Valerie is right and I will become a regular. She smiled at the thought.
After wearing an ice bandage to class all day, Sara was looking forward to feeling these magic hands and was in so much discomfort, that by the time they were on their way to the masseuse, she didn’t even care about her original reservations. She just wanted to feel better.
When they arrived at the office, Sara was surprised to see that everything looked very homey and welcoming. Even though she had a vision of it being like going to a physical therapy office, or any other doctor’s office, it more looked like someone’s bedroom. There was a large table in the middle of a fairly small room.
At the head of the bed, there was a shape that resembled a pillow, which had a hole in it and beyond that there was a counter with towels and oils lining it.
On the walls, there hung paintings of beautiful, abstract art and there was a chair in the corner of the room.
After helping Sara onto the bed, Valerie took a seat in the chair and for the first time, Sara noticed the calming sounds of running water flowing through the room. It could only be heard when the room was silent and it automatically caused Sara to relax.
“You can stay in here?” Sara asked.
Valerie shrugged and offered, “If you would be more comfortable if I left…”
“No,” Sara answered quickly and then sighed, feeling nervous, for some strange reason, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want you to stay. I was really just asking.”
Valerie nodded, “Okay. Just let me know what you are most comfortable with.”
Soon after she said that though, an older woman walked into the room.
“Hello!” She said exuberantly as her eyes widened with curiosity. She stuck out her hand and added, “I’m Camilla.”
For a woman that could be her mother, Camilla had an awesome body. Her tight pants curved into a perfect hourglass shape while her form-fitting, cleavage-heavy shirt attracted attention directly to her large, voluptuous breasts.
As Sara realized this, she could not keep her eyes from widening as well, as she tried to look up at the woman’s face, but was easily distracted.
“Hi…” Sara said in a slightly nervous tone, shaking the woman’s hand firmly, “I’m Sara.”
“I know, Valerie told me all about you! Why don’t you lie down and let me have a look at that leg?”
Sara nodded and lay down on the bed, with the back of her head poking through the hole in the pillow. She felt the woman move next to her, but then, she went up to the top of her head and began to massage it.
Camilla placed her warm, delicate hands on Sara’s forehead. She rubbed carefully, in a calculated manner, making Sara feel comforted and relaxed. She allowed her to do this for a little while, until she moved to her temples, which gave her a strange tingling sensation that felt great, but also made her slightly uncomfortable.
At this point, her eyes popped opened and she asked, “Why are you rubbing my head? My leg is what hurts.”
Camilla laughed and answered, “I’m sorry…I thought you knew. Valerie signed you up for a full body massage. I will focus on your legs, but I can see just by looking at you that your entire being is stressed and needs a release.”
The woman then continued to massage Sara’s temples lovingly, before she began to brush her fingers through her hair, with a slight amount of pressure.
Figuring that she was the professional, Sara simply allowed herself to go with the whole flow of her touch and closed her eyes. Eventually, she felt herself groan and sigh as the relaxation intensified.
Sara felt her eyes roll back in her head and she began to move into her fingers, in order to enhance the sensation she was receiving.
Then, Camilla began to slide her hands down her neck. She then picked her hands up carefully, which lead Sara to open her eyes and ask, “Where are you going?”
Camilla smiled and answered, “I am going to help your leg now…” then, her face scrunched up as though trying to think, before she turned back to Sara’s face and she said, “Why don’t you take off your pants. The affected area is pretty high and I think you would be much more comfortable if you were to be looser.” Then, she smiled, before suggesting, “In fact, would you be comfortable taking off all of your clothes. That is how it is normally done the most effectively, but I didn’t want to push you at first, since you were already so nervous.”
Sara thought about this for a moment, before she answered, “Okay…”
She quickly pulled her pants and shirt off, only leaving her bra and underwear on, while Camilla got a few towels to cover her with.
Soon after she was situated on her back, Sara felt a towel be placed over her lower back, which only covered her womanliness,
leaving her legs completely exposed.
Still, she was in a room full of women, so she figured that she shouldn’t feel uncomfortable. After all, she got changed in a locker room, next to half-naked women her own age probably more than she got changed while in a room by herself.
This was perfectly normal.
Once they were all ready to proceed, the woman easily grasped Sara’s hand and poured a small amount of oil onto her palm. The scent of sweet almond oil filled the air.
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