Message-ID: <13349eli$9807241433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "NavigatorLS" Subject: {ASSM: REVISED REPOST: Genesis [Scfi, MFM, mc, satire, expanded oral, anal stimulation, fist, lact] (5/100] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "NavigatorLS" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdb6f4$2ce19a60$729f22c4@ala.icon.co.za> Disclaimer and Copyright Notice: This story is intended to be viewed by adult audiences who are over the age of 21 years and who wish to view explicit and/or alternative modes or forms of sexuality or sexual activity detailed and described. If this does NOT describe you or if this kind of material is illegal in your jurisdiction or offensive to you, then DO NOT READ FURTHER AND DELETE THE CONTENTS OF THIS MESSAGE immediately. You have been warned ! 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This story/message may not be sold, or placed on a commercial site, nor on a site for which a person has to pay to gain access. All of this is subject to the condition that this story may not be distributed, archived, placed on a web-page or in any way or manner disseminated, displayed in/on or stored in any data storage device or form of communication/media in an incomplete or altered manner, save for reasonable grammatical changes and changes of format, or without this disclaimer and copyright notice being prominently displayed as part of this communication. It is expressly forbidden to use or communicate this message in a manner which would intentionally contravene the terms of the Disclaimer. Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn I have taken another look at this segment, and revised and edited it for errors and language. Chapter 2, Day 0, Let a Thousand Cocks Bloom ! The Road to Hong Kong, On the outskirts of Canton, Guangdong Province, People’s Republic of China, 23h43 Ellie-May was in despair. It had taken some time for the dreadful reality of what she had done to sink in. Every now and again she glanced at the driver, but his eyes appeared to be fixed on the horizon. Despite her exertions, she did not feel physically tired at all. But her mind was a morass of confusion and trepidation. {What am I doing on the road to Hong Kong ? What am I fleeing from ? Is it what I have become ? And what "exactly" is that ?} She realised that she would have to see a doctor about what she referred internally to herself as the "changes" within her. She was terrified of the consequences. {What if they think I am mad, and lock me up ? What if I am mad ? This seems so like a nightmare. I never knew I could behave like such a slut. Luke must never know what has happened to me. My "body" feels real, but it can’t be mine ! There is no way I could act like that !] She thought back to her sexual history: her parents admonishing her not to abuse herself, and the guilty, awkward, pleasure she experienced in doing so. She remembered that she was very careful to scrub her hands furiously afterwards in the bathroom with the wallpaper upon which sunflowers ran riot. She had never ever touched a boy’s "thing" while growing up, until the date of her marriage. She had never ever done anything as disgusting as actually taking that reddish-pink organ of lust into her mouth ! And here she was taking a stranger’s privates into her butt ! Yet, she had felt, somehow, a lust to do so. {No, that was my body. I have lost control of my body !} She repeated this phrase like some sort of cleansing rosary. It was as though her mind was segregated from the rest of her body, and her body was operating upon some other code of morality or behaviour. She worried about whether the doctors had a medicine for her "condition". For certainly, her church and her neighbours would not tolerate such wanton behaviour. She would have to be careful where she went, and to make sure that she stayed as far away from other "decent" people until she had cured her condition whatever it was. She just had to get the old reliable Ellie-May back, she just had to ! {Its not that I despise sex, or think its disgusting. Its just that I have never needed it as much as Luke. Thats understandable. Men have these lusts they cannot control, and I have helped my husband control his lusts within the proper form of christian marriage, as these things should be. Look, you do enough to keep him from wandering. We both know that even this is limited to me touching his private parts until they are hard enough to enter me. He thrusts a bit and expends his seed in me, and then we go to sleep. None of us would dream of doing perverted things like oral deviance, never mind anal deviance. Luke, himself, told me that he did not want to see his wife behave like a whore. If one has birth control, one doesn’t need such things. And of course the lord’s purpose for such things is to bring children into his world, which we have done so.] For the first time she thought of her children and wept, but no tears trickled down and to the outside viewer, and her there remained an expression of placid contentment upon her unblemished visage. The road block hove into view 500 metres in the distance, the red flag with its gold star flapping briskly in the midnight breeze. On either side of the road, large army trucks were parked in a haphazard fashion, and soldiers of the People’s Liberation Army milled around, their cigarette-ends glowing red in the dark like a dozen red fireflies. A single Klieg light shone its countenance on the centre of the road, from where it stood next to a flimsy wooden hut. The road appeared clear as the Chinese soldiers appeared to ignore them. A frisson of alarm went through Ellie-May’s body. {Communists ! What do I say if they stop us ? I will just tell them that I am going back to a Canton mission. There is no reason for them to stop us.} As they passed through the canyon of army trucks, a thought passed through Ellie-May’s mind and was transmitted to a soldier leaning against one of the trucks. His head snapped up, and he started running towards the truck barreling down the road, unslinging his AKM as he ran. In a matter of seconds a serried rank of AKM’s were all pointing towards the truck, the sounds of the movement of their cocking bolts clear in the midnight air. Ellie-May’s driver brought the truck to a screeching halt. It was soon surrounded by gesticulating, red-faced soldiers, motioning them out of the trucks. [Who are you ? Where are your papers ?] Ellie-May dropped her arms which had been held over her head in view of the sea of weaving rifle barrels in front of her face, and quickly fumbled for her passport. She handed it to the capped soldier who appeared in charge. He hefted his AKM, and quickly fumbled the pages of her US passport open with his free hand. He looked at the photo and his head snapped up to look with a stern glare into her frightened eyes. [You look nothing like this photo, woman ! You are a spy ! Do you think I am stupid.] {No, I do not think you are stupid ! I can explain ! Please let me explain !} The captain roughly grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards the back of an army truck. His soldiers leapt ahead and opened the tailgate. She was roughly propelled into its cavernous interior, which smelt like old socks and thick tobacco fumes. Two soldiers leapt in after her, as the army truck started its engines. Numbly, Ellie-May sat mute. She grasped at its thick canvass sides for support as the truck she was in lurched onto the road. Out of the back of her jolting truck she could see her former conveyence speed down the road towards the lights of Canton on the road to Hong Kong. The extractor fans whirled lazily in the concrete dank bunker where Ellie-May was seated in front of a bare heavy wooden table. She did not know where she was, having been blindfolded before she arrived. She remembered being manhandled down interminally twisting flights of stairs to the room where she now sat. She did not know how long she had been here, or what time of day it was. She just sat and waited. After an indeterminate time had gone by the heavy steel door grinded open upon its flaking hinges, and two older army officers strode in. One wore the uniform of a colonel of the PLA, the other wore the uniform of a general in the airforce. Each one took a seat at the two wooden chairs in front of the table, facing her. For one long moment they stared at each other. The lazily whirling extractor fans threw speckled light from the grilled lamps onto the strange tableau below. Ellie-May could feel a prickle of goosebumps beginning on the flesh above her spine and along her arms. A bead of sweat started on her gentle forehead and traced a liquid path down one slender cheek. {Phew ! It feels hot in here !] For some reason their thoughts remained opaque to her as they stared at each other. She raised one graceful arm to wipe her brow, and noticed that beads of sweat were also appearing on the wizened tea-coloured faces of her captors. The prickling increased throughout her body, and she felt an arousing sensation akin to the smouldering coals of a red-hot furnace flaring into flame begin to burn in her intimately soft centre. She squirmed with embarrassment, as the prickling reached an unbearable peak, and then crested, a light sheen of amber oily sweat breaking out across the entire surface of her body with the sole exception of her scalp. She could taste its oily sweetness on her lips and smell its gently encouraging fragrance. Her eyes blew wide open in a paroxym of anxiety as her body re-exerted its control on her behaviour. She hugged her shoulders and squirmed even further, twisting back and forth in her chair. Her oily sweat dampening her light dress into a sodden transparent body-hugging costume. {Shit ! This can’t be happening now ! They’ll probably shoot me when they have stopped laughing at me ! STOP ! STOP ! STOP ! I can’t bear this ! I can ’t bear this anymore ! Please god, make it stop ! let me wake up from this nightmare !} Inwardly she heaved in despair and grief, outwardly her flat expression did not change. The two officers were not laughing. Their eyes had glazed over, their foreheads and upper-lips beaded with droplets of sweat, thick dark stains appearing under their armpits oozing into the thick army-issue jackets. They were staring at the shining maiden in their midst, a veritable Lady within the Lake of her own sweated oily liquid sheen, the vapour roiling off her exquisite surfaces. The foggy whisps of this delicate mist were soon grabbed by the extractor fans and sucked into the intricate air-conditioning system of the building. It took them about 30 seconds to lose control. To her ineffable horror, Ellie-May felt a coy smile play around her lips. {Oh shit ! Here we go again ! Little Ellie-May from Georgia is going to imbibe Comrade Mao’s Little Red Cocks ! Let a thousand erections bloom !} Her arms and hands were trembling, and then they leapt forth, their deus ex machina working against her struggling will. She shucked off her sodden dress, her perfect statuesque body with its flawless shiny skin gleaming in the flickering light of the grilled lightbulbs, as she moved around the broad desk. Facing this nereid of lust, her svelte body softly gleaming in the dim halos of the bunker lights, the senior officers started fighting over her body, tearing at the medalled "fruit salads" on each others chests and pulling at each others lapels. The colonel had gotten the general in a headlock and was beginning to pull tufts of his whitening hair out, when Ellie-May’s body started taking charge of matters. {Now, now comrades, I thought y’all were like socialists ! Ya know ? "All for one, and one for all." Hmmm, no thats the Three Musketeers.} She thought, her finely-drawn eyebrows creased in look of puzzled amusement, a tender hand stretching to caress both their cheeks. They looked at her in amazement, both gasping for breathe. A look of delight played across her features. {I’ve got it !} she exulted as the politically correct thought entered her mind. {The saying is from Marx, boys: "To each according to their needs, from each according to their abilities".} Both their jaws had dropped open at this thought, and the colonel had stopped tugging on the remaining patches of the general’s hair. Ellie-May pertily hopped up on to the table, and leaned back on her elbows, throwing her head back, her mane of strawberry blonde hair flowing through the air. She laughed with a throatily husky roar. Her nipples started popping to attention as they expanded into their thick door-knob sized nubbins. Her legs inscribed a delicate twin arc in the air and came to rest with her shapely soft pink feet on the end of the table, her heels digging for a firm footing on its rough edge. She flexed her toes, and her thick pussy lips which stood out in bas-relief in her liquid centre, the juice gleaming within their folds and valleys. She grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust. {Well, boys ?} she cooed in her soft mellifulous Savannah drawl {You got the need, and I got the ability !} With a wet "smack" the two soldiers heads hit each other’s as they collided in the nexus between her shapely tapering thighs. They fell back on the floor onto their asses, shaking their heads to get the ringing out of their ears. Ellie-May sighed and shook her head. {+ I tell you, state socialists are so greedy and authoritarian ! No wonder they screwed up ! +} This thought passed through her mind, as she murmered. {Gentlemen, there is enough for all. Colonel you come round by my head. General you can bury your cock in my pussy. } As she said this she licked her full lips with the supple tip of her tongue, folded back, in a way impossible to replicate by any human. She could feel the burning sensation in her liquid centre spread to her belly and chest, as she began to climb to the starting gate. The colonel scrambled over the table to position himself, standing, by her head on the other side of the table, his hard cock flapping across his solid thighs with his exertions. The general had wasted no time inserting himself in her humid grasping pussy, a blissful smile on his face as his glazed expression took in the gentle terrain of her body. She leaned her head backwards over the edge of the table, creating a long narrow furrow down her "throat" for the colonel to plough. He shoved himself in her mouth and was surprised to feel her flesh yield as his organ disappeared down her oral cavern to its hilt. Surprisingly all he could feel was soft/hard palette, but none of the ridges of gums or uvula. The cheeks massaging his organ felt thicker and rubbier than thinner human cheeks he was accustomed to, and imparted greater sensation to his organ. He felt no teeth scraping against him, and his prick appeared to be resting upon an inordinately thick rubbery tongue which abraded it while pressing it against the "roof " of her mouth. All of a sudden the tongue appeared to disappear down her throat, leaving her mouth entirely. This left the firm soft/hard rubbery socket of her mouth, roof, floor and cheeks to firmly stimulate his cock with relatively hard abrading pumping and swirling movements. Every now and again thick round bumps would appear to circle against his heated flesh, only to be replaced by hard ribbed bands, rippling up and down his rod, like rolling curtain rings. These would be replaced by smooth sealskin soft/hard flesh which would suckle him like a high-powered suction device, and the stimulating cycle would begin again. The head of his cock was imbedded in a highly granulated crevice at the tight cul-de-sac at the end of her throat where it received an pleasantly nerve-scraping massage; that, in conjunction with the suckling massaging socket of her powerful mouth, caused his prostate to swell to a painfully bloated mass of pure pleasure. His pleasure was transmitted to her sensors and fed her delight. She was at the starting gate of her orgasmic forced march, and had by now begun her long alpine ascent to her first climax station on one of her sensory-receptor lower plateaus. Her mind leapt for joy as her body surged up its path of unparalleled sensory delight towards the ultimate nerve-crunching sensation of her soul-shaking final orgasm. Affected by her lingual attentions, his testicles began their long march towards his pelvis, only to be tugged down by her pleasantly caressing hand. This blocking maneuver prevented his early collapse into orgasmic surrender before she had extracted the maximum advantage she was seeking. He gazed down on her voluptuous frontage, and saw that her nipples were leaking a thick treacly substance. Seeing this, he bent over to engulf one thick rubbery teat between his dry lips and its contents started squirting into his parched mouth. She tasted of a sweetness akin to condensed milk. Meanwhile at the other end of her contested landmass, her other white-haired male province was attempting unification with its glorious motherland. It was as though he was trying to get inside her ! The general was humping away frenetically , his hands clutching the curvaceous terrain of her sides. Looking down where he connected with her in a morass of pussy-juice stained flesh and pubic hair, he noticed that the rim of her vaginal entrance had tightened around the base of his cock, and every time he withdrew; her vaginal barrel would stretch out of her, pulling across his tender flesh, holding on to his length like an elastically distended condom, and then at the end-point to which he had pulled out, pull him back into her moist furnace. The rim attached at the base of his cock alternatively tightened or rotated or did both, while it engaged in a process of preventing his orgasm, until she had fed off his sexual pleasure sufficiently to heat her own climb to a rocketing bliss. His pleasure resonated within her sensor processing core, in tandem, with the resonation of the colonel’s pleasure in her mouth. These sensations in conjunction with the extremely pleasurable sensations felt by the uniquely exquisite sensitive flesh found only in the orifices of creatures of her species; in this particular erotic case, her mouth and pussy, pulled her up the slope of her arousal to her first liquid melting cum. During this journey Ellie-May realised that her uniquely powerful, and powerfully felt, sex(ns)ual and orgasmic pleasure was being built up by the two way reflecting patterns of the pleasure felt by her sexual partners and her own pleasure felt by her uniquely sensitive flesh, especially the highly-tuned receptors paved across the entire surface of her orifices, which she could see like some kind of carnal head-ups display in her minds-eye. In one corner of her conciousness she could see a holographic image of the organs moving in both orifices and the complex swirling gyrations of her orifices as well. These images were clear and she could see an intricate close-knitted web of her points of active/passive stimulation as they caressed the captive flesh of the male organs within their domain. This web was made of many layers, some of which were carpeted with a multitude of sensors transmitting the pleasure of their abrading and filling flesh on her perfectly sensitive flesh, and others transmitting the pleasure felt within the bodies and minds of her partners to her core processing units. Arcane symbols flashed off points in these convulsing dancing webs, and menus scrolled by. All of these symbols and holgraphs were transmitting information to the vessel of her body; which, somehow, understood precisely what to do (even if she did not), and what maneuver to weave, to create the ultimate sensual bliss possible in each carnal encounter she partook in. Her liquid squeals were muffled by the colonel’s inserted cock, but her globular tits trembled and shook like blancmange puddings about to topple over. Her nipples squirted jets of her milk; one into the colonels mouth, and the other onto her belly and chest, in spurts in perfect synchronisation with the oscillating waves of pleasure that moved up and down here frame and within the barrels of her orifices. She could see the grid and web undulations in the HUD displayed within her consciousness. Her gentlemen suitors also received the full benefit of her clouds and rain condition, as her pussy and mouth undulated in harder, more defined longer strokes across their swollen flesh ensconced within her kneading orifices. After her first peak, she subsides to her first orgasmic plateau, and girds her loins for the next station along her via orgasma. This is not to underestimate the sensations experienced by her partners in this enterprise of fornication. As the general’s cock penetrated her vaginal barrel it was met with a horizontally rotating, and vertically swirling, muscular tube which felt exactly like oily lubricated sealskin of unblemished smoothness to his fevered mind. (Which it was. ) Now, and again little granules of flesh would rise on the walls within her vaginal barrel and finely abrade and graze his cock in patterns her onboard sensor array had determined were the ultimate in pleasurable sensation for his cock with its specific nerve-end network. Thereafter the twisting cycle would start afresh. The same sensor network had determined the optimal stimulation for the colonel’s cock as it traversed her mouth. As both their pleasure thresholds cascaded upwards, so did hers, and she began to moan again in soft breathy gasps of delight and arousal, her joy reverberating telepathically in their minds. None of the men bothered to wonder how this divine houri beneath them could breathe or moan with her oral orifice sucking in an air-lock tightness around the colonel’s cock ! Her tongue had returned to her mouth and engulfed the colonel’s organ in its sleevelike softness. Now the stimulation on his cock was like a soft cotton-puff bed of wet silk. He could feel her wet oily saliva flow down the creases between his balls, and between his scrotum and pelvis. Her saliva gathered in a pool behind his balls and on their under-surface where they dripped, dripped, dripped to the floor like a session of chinese water torture. At this point her cushioning lips were sucked around the base of his organ like a voluptuous tourniquet, as the barrel pistoned and rotated around his cock, the suctioning pressure pulling his prostate into full bloom. Her second orgasm unfolded in her mind and body as the colonel’s prostate swelled. But she wanted to go higher, quicker, now; her body greedy for more sensation. To do this, she then engaged in one more cunning lure. Her upper lip stretched down further to capture the underside of the colonel’s wrinkled tight scrotum with its edge. Using this lip, she gently shepherded his balls entirely into her mouth. This left her lithe pneumatic lips clasped in a tight suction-cup rim against his pelvic surface and perineum, as her onboard strategic nexus intended. His entire cock and balls are now swallowed in her gently pulsating mouth, where his balls are tenderly massaged by palette, cheek and lips. Having conquered this gonadal summits, her upper lip is now strategically positioned on the edge of his anal crater, where it makes precisely inflicted darting sorties to, now and again, sweep the oily balm of her saliva across its puckered surface. By now copious amounts of saliva from all her maneuvers across this tight flexing terrain, have trickled into the curled valve of his anus to leave it pulpy and vulnerable. Spurred on by this delicious lewdness, she can feel her inflamed senses climbing again for the summit. With one svelte, finely crafted finger she spreads the lenitive of her saliva into the furled crater, and "sweats" her body oil through the pad of her finger to soak and soften the tight rim, as the nerve agent in the oil and its treacherous slipperiness ease his bum-hole open. Soon, her index finger is able to slide in easily - all the way in - the sharp fingernail disappearing into her finger. Having penetrated his rear area, she then turns it, once, twice, like a key in a lock, to open up his surrendering sphincter muscle like an old age-encrusted creaking prison door. It gives easily and her finger twirls around merrily. His eyes have shut wide open in surprise. She feels the surge in this pleasure throughout her system. Her body crests into a string of hi-powered popping orgasms, as her pleasure receptors sizzle with his sexual heat, his patterns of pleasure cascading with the patterns of her pleasure felt in her pussy, mouth and finger, into a set of intensely felt climaxes for her. Her body, already a few inches off the table due to her mounting lust, arches into a golden body bridge as a rictus of vaulting orgasmic incontinence ripples through her curving body. The colonel begins wheezing in ecstacy as the sensations overtake him. She can feel their combined pleasure heating her sensor array to melting point, their points of sensory reception glowing white-hot throughout her body, as every muscle goes taut. This is also caused by the additional stimulation in, and of, her clit-cock which has penetrated the general’s ass at the other end; and is busy playing patta-cake with his prostate gland. This exquisitely precise nerve-shaking stimulation has caused the general to freeze rigid in ineffable delight, his pleasure patterns cascading with hers; and, in turn, with the combined cascading patterns of her and the colonel’s pleasure. This mind-sizzling strumming of his nerve-receptors have caused the veins to pop out in the colonel’s forehead, his glazed eyes staring at some nirvana in the distance, and then rolling up to show the whites of his eyes. These lustful combinations and interrelating sensation patterns have caused her pussy to overflow even more with the thick syrup of her quim-essence, like a bubbling spring. This untempered brook has soaked the table, flooded the general’s his pubic hair, balls and perineum and has started a slowly spreading puddle on the grey concrete floor. At this point in the proceedings, the general looks as though he is going to slip backwards in a dead swoon, although this is impossible because her powerful pussy muscles will keep him on her by means of his cock, which continues to remain engulfed in its torrid suctioning and stimulating depths. To reassure him, as he begins to totter drunkenly, his arms waving in absent-minded panic, she brings her beautiful legs up in an arc of heart-breaking tenderness, to embrace his waist and pull him further into her. Their pelvises meet in a resounding "squelch". She tightens even further around his organ, as he feels his ears "pop" with the pressure caused by the strength of her grasp. The soft rounded edges of her finely wrought kneecaps gleam in the multiple halos of the dungeon’s grilled lamps. Her soft snares continue to feed on their captured prey’s sensual pleasure. The general, sniffing the sweet bouquet of her spilt breast milk, his eyes glazed in lustful contemplation of his sensual conquest, bends over and starts licking the breast milk which has stained her belly and chest area with dewy white translucent drops. This lapping interlude does not last long, as overcome by the continuing sensation flickering up his neural network from his nether region, the general’s upper body collapses on her belly in surrender, as she brings one softly-turned hand down, from where it is caressing the colonels clenched butt, to cradle the general’s fallen head. She softly strokes its his scalp and cheek like a madonna with child while her sexual organs stimulate his anal channel and cock in a frenzy of lust. The calm serenity of her countenance and the tender quiet tableau of his beached surrender on her tranquilly smooth surface belies the carnal tempest she is churning in his pleasure centres below. She can feel his drool spilling from his slack jaw onto the flat plain of her stomach. His eyes remain wide open. Pressing her advantage on both fronts, she has managed to work three fingers into the colonels anus. His virgin anus, now slick with her balsamic oils, has dilated to a degree which enables ready invasion. {Thankfully, his lower colon is free of any human waste.} His body shudders as her flexing thumb slides in and he sinks down on her, up to her delicate wrist. The sensation storm within him/her cascades higher. She cums again, and breathlessly heaves herself onto yet another higher orgasmic plateau. {+Fire in the Hole !+} Her hand "sweats" copiously, allowing his rectum to widen sufficiently to enable her to open her fist within him without doing damage or causing pain. Her fingertips brush against his bloated prostate, and he squeals with unrequited delight. This pleasure pulsation within him jerks her to yet another trembling convulsive orgasm, before she had even recovered from the last one. The sensation of this one, leaves her trembling in an erotic palsy. By now, they are both so swollen hard inside her pussy and mouth, that they are able to feel every millimetre of their hyper-stimulated nerve ends, their cocks hypertrophied to the point at which they resemble Russian sausages about to burst their skins. The colonel is humping up and down on her hand trying to press more of her into him, lifting his legs off the ground, while holding onto the table edge, to allow gravity to assist the defenestration of his anal orifice. His cock is leaking a steady trickle of fluid down her throat. At the dizzy heights of her pleasure ascent, she does not feel her feeder tubes push their way down the urethras of her gentlemen. Nor does she feel them deposit their load in the depths of each one’s body. Her body makes sure they do not feel the infiltration of their bodies either as it guides her to push the heel of her engulfed hand against the colonel’s prostate. This pleasurable coup de’ grace causes the colonel to rise on his toes, his eyes tightly shut, his face twisted into a grimace of sublime joy. Another heavenly jolt passes through her system as a result of his reflected pleasure level, causing her clit-cock to swell involuntary. The general’s head flickers in movement on her belly as he feels the increased pressure on his prostate and his cock levitates inside her rock hard clenching quim, dragging her pussy a little higher in its reflex reaction. This pleasure volt echoes, again, within her popping off another smaller but more grittingly intense internal cum sensation, which causes her hand to tremble and shake within its rectal glove, inside the colonel. Sensations see-saw back and forth within and between the participants whirling them higher and higher in a vortex of intensely divine sensation. She can feel her toes curl in an ague of pleasure as her calf, thifh and stomach muscles flex with her felt sensation. But her campaign in his rear echelon is not over yet ! Her fingers curl over until she is grasping the colonel’s gland like a soft fruit. Narcotics now flow down the feeder tubes and out of her nipples and engulfed hand. They flow into the general down the feeder tube in him, through the walls of her pussy, and through the surface of her clit-cock imbedded in his ass. These narcotics act in a non-harmful way to increase the sensitivity of all pleasure areas in the body even further, and cause bright exploding colourful and warm hallucinations. A warm woozy sensation of intense comfort floods through the body of both soldiers. Gently squeezing and compressing both prostates, she lets them explode in her mouth and pussy, in a final barrage of sexual sensation, as the feeder tubes withdraw. Their prostates deflate rapidly as their orgasms are felt in every crevice and patch on their bodies. Their shrieks of unparalleled tumescent joy echo and bounce off the dank walls of the underground bunker as they surrender their forces to a higher power; and a better armed and far more cunning strategist. Their work complete, the HUD displays in her mind fold down, and explode in a blur of sensation, as she crests to her final, ultimate orgasm, her entire body convulsing around the flesh at each end of her like a fish gasping for breathe. Her crescendo lifts her body clear off the table as she swirls and tugs on the organs at both ends of her, as they jerk and heave within her orifices. They are overrun. They decant the contents of their prostates and testicles into the ensnaring folds of her humid orifices. She continues to squeeze their glands gently, while suckling their organs softly in her twin rapacious maws, to ensure complete deflation and the mopping up of all "enemy" seed. With a suctioning "POP" her lips release the colonel’s cock and balls, and he falls back into her formerly occupied chair utterly drained. The general continues to rest his head on her stomach, his pussy juice saturated soft-hard cock still inside her. She runs her fingers gently through the short strands of hair on his head, and begins humming "Onward Christian Soldiers" to herself, her eyes staring at the ceiling, a enormous sweetly curving grin on her face. At this point the dungeon door falls off its hinges. To her awe-struck eyes it seems as though an entire division of crazed PLA soldiers pour through the doorway. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----