Message-ID: <35374asstr$1014441014@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020222023214.5800.qmail@web14002.mail.yahoo.com> From: JackBro X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 18:32:14 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Mission to a New World (Chapter 6) (MF, ScFi, size, bond) X-Original-Subject: Story-Mission to a New World (Chapter 6) (MF, ScFi, size, bond) Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 00:10:14 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - Coverage of the 2002 Olympic Games http://sports.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mission to a New World, Chapter 6.txt" begin> Mission to a New World (MF, ScFi, size, bond) By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com) Chapter 6: Witness D+2 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. * * * * "I have something to tell you," Brian takes me aside. "But I'm not sure if I want to tell you." It is the next morning, the start of our first full day among the Longtons. Brian has just returned from a swim in the river. Except for the aged and the young boys, all male Longtons walked to the river to bath. Brian naturally went along with them. "What happened?" I question as he takes me by the arm and leads me away from the communal cooking area. "Are we in danger? Did something happen? Do we have to leave?" I immediately assume the worse. "Not that!" He says only, calming my fears but giving little other assurance. I thought maybe the Longtons discovered a lie and we had to sneak out of camp. "Is it the satellite?" I take another guess. "Is it something with the satellite? Did someone already get hurt by it?" "Not that either," He answers succinctly. "It has nothing to do with the satellite at all. It's with the Longton men!" "What about them?" I give up. "What is it? You look like you just saw a ghost!" "Maybe I did!" He shakes his head. "I don't know! Maybe I just imagined it, but I know what I saw!" He stops walking only after we are on the outskirts of camp. We stand amongst the trees, a hundred yards away from the nearest Longton, clearly out of listening range. "Maybe I shouldn't even tell you!" He confesses. "Especially you, being a woman and all, maybe I shouldn't tell you. I can't believe it myself!" "What?" I question, my curiosity rising. "Stop talking in riddles. Just tell me!" "I saw it when I bathed with them," He speaks slowly. "I saw it when we were down by the river. At first I thought I was seeing things, but then I looked again and again. I couldn't fucking believe it!" My curiosity turns into irritation. "Brian!" I rebuke him. "It can't be that bad! Just tell me." I have to almost beg. He remains silent for several more seconds, but at least I can see he thinks about it. He looks as though he is contemplating how to tell me. "It has to do with these Longton men," He finally starts. "I discovered a little detail about this planet that the previous expeditions chose not to put in their reports." He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper. Even though no Longton is anywhere within hearing range, he talks as though they might be listening to us with hidden microphones. "Maybe, I suppose, the other expeditions never discovered it, although I find that hard to believe. I figure they never mention it in their reports for the same reason they didn't tell us about the bedrooms. I think they maybe felt too ashamed to tell us." His mention of the bedroom sends a shiver through my body. A hot wave of sexual energy passes over me. I think of the sex toys he used last night to give me pleasure. "Go on," I prod him. "Don't keep me in the dark. What are you talking about?" "I was just out at the river," He starts again. "I just got back from taking a bath with a bunch of Longton men. I saw them in the water, and they were swimming in the nude." A second wave of sexual energy travels through my body. It hits me as soon as he sounds the single word, "nude." An image immediately forms in my mind of a group of young, handsome, and very "nude" Longton males. In particular, I picture Keviniski in the nude, casually swimming butt-naked. I cannot help but be stimulated by the thought. "So what?" I try not to ask with too much excitement. "Of course they were nude. Why would someone take a bath with their cloths on?" "You don't understand," He shakes his head and speaks slowly. "I'm not sure how to explain this, but when I saw them naked I couldn't help but notice these Longton men are really well built." I laugh a little. "Is that all?" I can't help but laugh at him. "You mean you only just discovered this now? I could have told you that five seconds after we first met Daniel and Jelick!" "No, no, no!" Brian interrupts. "That's not what I mean! It's more than that. I mean they are really well built!" "Oh yes, I know!" I say again. "Especially that Keviniski. If not for that stubbed nose and bushy eyebrow, the guy would be a real hunk. I mean he really has some muscles on him. What a body!" Brian shakes his head. I notice he does not laugh with me. "I'm not talking about their muscles," He speaks very seriously. "Or at least I'm not talking about all their muscles. I'm only talking about one muscle in particular." A thought enters my mind, but no! It can't be that! I think my mind plays tricks on me, caused by the previous day's sexual activity. It must be from my increased hormonal level. "When I say these Longton men are really built," Brian goes on. "I'm not talking about their muscles. I'm saying they are really well built in another department. I'm talking about their equipment." Brian brings his hand up to my mouth as though to stop me from crying out. I realize my mouth stands wide open as if I am about to let out a scream. I finally understand! The thought in my mind is accurate. I understand his meaning, but still, I am not certain. I think it could still be my hormones. "What exactly do you mean, equipment?" I have to ask, feeling embarrassed at the need to ask. "You know," He sounds embarrassed too. "Their peckers." "Oh my God!" I cry out into the palm of his hand. "Are you serious? You better not be joking with me!" "I'm deadly serious," He answers back. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he really is serious. Brian is not joking with me at all. "Which one?" I have to ask. "Which one are you talking about?" Brian looks back perplexed, but it only lasts a moment. "Not one, all of them," He speaks to my astonishment. "I'm talking about all of them! Every one of them! They are really hung!" His hand again rushes up to my open mouth to prevent me from crying out, even though he needs not worry. I remain too much concentrated on the image in my mind to cry out. I see Keviniski again, swimming naked in the river, except now he has a long tube of dick swinging down from between his legs. I imagine his pecker hanging halfway down to his knees. The next question is obvious. I need to know, but I don't know quite how to ask it. I consider it awkward; too undignified for a good girl to ask. "Well?" I attempt. "Well what?" Brian fails to understand at all. "You know!" I speak timidly. "I really need to know. How big are you talking about?" He steps back and pulls his hand from my mouth. Then he looks down, down at his own loincloth, and positions his hand as if to demonstrate. I am amazed! I can't believe it! He positions his open palm about one-third the distance from his crotch to his knees. "You got to be kidding!" I speak in amazement. Brian only needs to shake his head. "Holy fuck!" I can't help but cry out with both enthusiasm and embarrassment. "I don't believe it! You're talking about..." I take a guess. "It looks like you are talking about 8 inches." He nods his head in agreement. "Holy fuck, I don't believe it!" I say again. "I couldn't believe it either," Brian admits. "And I only saw them when they were still flaccid! Maybe these Longton men don't elongate as much as Earth men, but even so..." He need not finish. "Wow!" I finish for him. "Even if they don't get any bigger they really have to be big!" "Exactly!" He nods and continues. "And if they do elongate..." "And if they do," I finish again. "They would have to be huge! Monstrous! How could a woman take it all?" I feel myself smile at my own words, increasing my arousal. Unlike Brian, I see it very clearly - or at least I can fantasize about it very clearly. A fantasy quickly plays out in my mind. It is of one of the Longton men trying to take me but having trouble fitting it inside as I have orgasm after orgasm. * * * * * I couldn't keep my concentration for the rest of the morning. Every time I saw a Longton male my eyes inevitably roamed down to his loincloth. And every time my eyes saw his loincloth, my mind invariably imagined the long dong on the opposite side. I think I was practically worthless all morning. To my dismay - and delight - Longton males stayed close to me all morning. Normally, Longton men and women tend to split apart and live very different lives during the day. Longton men will go off to work in the fields, split wood, or maybe do a little hunting. The women will stay in the village to do all the miscellaneous chores necessary for a village like Nabo to function. They will cook, clean, gather water, etc. In my case, however, I needed to help translate. Brian requested I stay near him due to my greater language skills. The men of Nabo agreed, and I know a big part of the reason why: They wanted to keep an eye on me. Specifically, they liked me around so they could keep their eyes on my tits. I thought last night would have been enough. I provided them the opportunity to look at fully exposed breast for about three hours! However, this seemed to only wet their appetite. They continued to stair at my chest. The combination of the meager clothing around my own body and the meager clothing of the men produced predictable results. It got me horny. And along with Brian's earlier observation about their cock size, it kept me plenty horny all morning. I was soon in heat. Part way through the morning it got even worse. It started with a simple revelation, I think about an hour before lunch. It came to me out of nowhere, like a revelation from a higher power. I'm surprised I didn't think of it sooner, but I suppose my brain could only absorb a limited amount of sexual ecstasy at one time. The revelation was wildly erotic and put me even further into heat. It happened as I sat beside Brian and listened to a rather boring story told by one of the elder Longtons on how the village of Nabo was first founded. I listened contently, trying to pay attention and understand his words the best I could. He was saying something about flood when it hit me. I put two seemingly independent facts together and almost stopped breathing when I considered it. The elder Longton stopped speaking and looked at me confused. I put together Brian's description of their cocks and the dildos on the shelf. Or more specifically, I thought of the large size of the Longton cocks and the large size of the dildos. I realized the two were connected. The Longton men had to really be as big and gifted as Brian described! Further, they had to elongate just like Human males! They had to grow to reach the same size of the dildos, and the largest of the dildos was about 15 inches long! Or almost three times longer than the average human male. I don't remember anything else the elder Longton told us. In fact, I remember little else since then. "Can we go back now?" I whisper to Brian as I walk beside him through the forest. Two Longton men walk in front of us. They want to take us to the trap that caught the orghintal two days before. I can't help but keep my eyes on their nearly bare asses the entire way. "Please Debbie!" Brian tries to quiet me. "Keep your panties on!" He knows I want it! I've asked him three times already. My pussy burns for the feel of one of the dildos; preferably the next size bigger, number five. I also feel myself wet with lust and think I can even smell it. I never thought it possible for a girl to be so much in heat. "Here," A young Longton points to a common piece of ground. Only after he stoops down to sweep back a few leaves do I see it actually covers a large pit dug into the soil and cleverly disguised with sticks and leaves. "Good!" Brian smartly compliments him. "Brian trap if not tell. Fall in." The Longton laughs. "No fear! We sign use." He points out two broken tree branches just in front of the pit. I realize this is a sign for other Longtons to announce the trap and avoid falling in. We will have to remember to look for such signs on our way back to the shuttle. "Yes! Common sign!" Brian pretends to already know. "Sign used your village same?" Brian ingeniously answers that the signs used by his village and those further East are of a slight variation shaped more like a V instead of an X. "Good to know!" The Longtons all nod their heads. "Much same," Brian concludes. "Brian think all Longtons use much same sign." I momentarily forget about the dildos until one of the Longtons says we must start back to camp for the noon siesta. I want to run back at the mere suggestion. Brian must give me a nudge to keep me from improperly walking ahead of my male. "Keep your panties on," He whispers three more times on the way back. * * * * * "You have got to be the horniest woman I have ever met!" Brian tells me as soon as we step inside. "I wish I got to know this side of you back on Crion." "It's these Longtons," I try to explain what I can't explain. "It's their clothing. It's their asses. It's what you told me about them earlier. And it's the sex dungeon downstairs! Oh God! This place is putting me into heat!" "I can see that!" Brian smiles. He sees I am already naked. Without thinking, I pull down my panties and untie my bikini straps. They lay only a few steps in from the front door. "Please," I pant. "I really need it. Take me downstairs." His smile becomes even bigger. I am at his mercy. No leather yet encircles my wrists. No strap yet bounds my ankles. Yet I remain at his mercy. He has me. I ignore my inhibitions and put aside all that is proper for a proper young lady. Brian says nothing as he takes me by the arm and leads me downstairs. A minute later I lie on the bed, face up, with my wrists and ankles stretched to the four corners. This is the first time he has tied me to the bed, and I like it. "You are the biggest slut I have ever met," He tells me after I am secured. "Just wait until I tell the other two guys back on Crion what a slut you are. And then I'm going to tell the young guys on Atlantis too." His words surprise me. I haven't thought about Crion for a long time. My job in the lab seems like a lifetime ago. The part of me that sat behind the computer terminal on Crion seems so different than the woman now strapped down to this bed. Brian reminds me of my deviant behavior, and it mysteriously makes me even hotter. "You are going to have men lining up outside your apartment door," He goes on. "They will be lined up waiting for their turn on your tits and to take their turn to fuck you." "Please no!" I momentarily revert back to my previous life. "Please, you can't tell anyone! Even your closest buddies." I see his hands move closer. One hand moves to my tits. The other travels down to my pussy, but they do not quite touch. "What was that?" He questions. "Did you just say that you want me to leave you alone?" I am shocked. But more than that, I know what he wants. He teases me. He wants me to speak the opposite of what I want. If I don't... I cannot bear it. "Please Brian!" I beg him to no avail. "What was that?" He questions again. "What did you just ask me to tell my closest buddies?" He is good, really good! He has me! The proper, professional woman back on Crion battles with the slut now strapped to this bed. I already know who will win. I know I have no choice. I desperately need it, but there is no way I can get off by myself, not in my current position. I take a deep breath and say it. "Tell them," I say simply. "I want you to tell them what a slut I am." Brian immediately rewards me for my words. One hand starts to tease my left nipple. A finger from his other hand enters my slick cunt a second later. "What a whore!" He tells me. "Oh Debbie, you are such a slut whore!" "I'm a whore," The battle is complete. "I'm a slut whore." "And I'm going to tell everyone," He continues to finger my cunt and tease my left nipple. "I'm going to tell all the guys back at the station about what a cunt you are. You are such a wanton slut you will do it for free!" "I am!" I cry out in ecstasy and orgasm right there. My back arches. I raise up my waist. Wave after wave of hot ecstasy travels through me, originating in my pussy and pulsating through the rest of my body. I can't believe it. I have orgasmed with just his touch. My body is in even greater heat than I realized. "Oh Debbie!" You say to me with shock. "I guess our little conversation this morning affected you more than I realized." "Oh Brian!" I pant after one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced. "Oh God! I don't believe I came so fast!" His finger remains inside me. I forced it deeper when I arched my back, and then he continued to finger me all through my orgasm. He still does. It feels great. I attempt to come back down off my high and stop breathing so hard, but it is difficult with his finger still moving around inside me. Brian is an excellent finger-fucker. He knows exactly where to touch me. "It's the straps," I admit to him, still panting from exertion. "It's everything about this planet, but I think it's mostly the straps. I've never been strapped down and fucked before." He smiles. "I'll have to remember that when we get back to the station and tell others." There he goes again, telling me how he is going to tell the other men. It worries me, but it also excites me. I think of sex on a regular bases; like the last 24 hours. "Tell me really," I have to ask. "I mean no kidding around. Are you really going to tell all the other guys?" He does not answer. Instead, his head bows down to my chest. His lips move to what is now a very hard nipple. "Please!" I pant against the touch of his wet tongue to my sensitive nipple. "I'm serious! I don't want everyone in the lab to think I'm a slut." He still does not answer. Brian instead uses his hand to push my big boob in from the side and make the nipple protrude further into his mouth. I give up for the moment, but I remember that I will have to ask later. I will ask him when my body is not in such a vulnerable, helpless position, being breast-feed and finger fucked at the same time. First one boob and then the other, he gives equal time to each nipple. I want it to last forever, but I know there is something else I want more. He stands up and walks to it, towards the shelf full of dildos. His loincloth, I notice, sticks straight out when he walks as a result of a very pronounced erection. The guy has lots of stamina. Four times yesterday and now he is ready to go again. I want him also, but there is something else I want more. He looks at the dildos as though contemplating a major decision. Only after considerable thought does he select the one in the fourth position. "Oh Brian!" I start to pant again as he starts walking towards me. "Please, don't start out so big. I don't think my pussy can be opened up so much at once." "Don't worry!" He assures me. "You're stretched plenty already. I notice your twat gets stretched a little more each time." I wonder if I should believe him or not. "Besides, you need to be stretched," He continues. "Because I have an idea that will require you to be stretched." I do not know the meaning behind his words. And a moment later I don't care, for I start to feel him work the big thing inside me. It is a tight fit. I know it will fit because I already experienced the same size last night, but it feels even bigger now. I wonder if I might have seen him pick the wrong size off the shelf. "I think you need to more fully research this culture," He tells me as the head squeezes inside. "I think you should do a more detailed study of this culture's sexual habits." I suddenly understand. "Study their sexual habits?" I ask almost in a squeal. "How do you propose I do that?" Brian smiles down at me from between my legs. It isn't hard to guess what is on his mind. "I think you already know the answer," He says simply. "It's rather simple, really. You need to experience one of the men for yourself." "Oh my God!" I cry out. "Do you mean sex?" "Why not?" Brian shrugs his shoulders. "Oh my God!" I say again. "Do you mean you want me to let one of these men fuck me?" Brian nods again. "I don't know!" I think about it, although it is difficult to think clearly with what must be a 4 inch thick dildo being driven up my cunt. It is inserted almost all the way inside me now. I can't help but imagine it is no dildo, but instead one of Longton men and his giant cock. I close my eyes and imagine myself being fucked by Keviniski as Brian begins to fuck me with the dildo. "Of course you won't be able to fuck him right away," I hear Brian speak as though he is in some far off land. "But that is where I come in. That's where the dildos come in. I'm going to have to practice with you. Just like when you practiced the language with me, I'm going to have to practice sex with you." I feel myself smile at this thought. "It will be my job to ream you out," He says next. "Oh my!" I can't believe the words I just heard. "Do you mean the dildos?" "Exactly," Brian answers. "Each time we're going to do one size bigger. I'm going to ream you out a little wider and a little deeper each time. You're taking about 13 inches now, and in about another minute we are going to go for the next size bigger. I'm going to keep going up in size until you are capable of taking any dick you choose." "Oh my!" I tremble at the thought. "Even Keviniski!" He adds. I open my eyes and look. 'How did he know?' I question to myself. He somehow knew exactly who I was thinking about. "I saw the way you looked at him earlier," He tells me. "I saw the way you eyed his crotch and stared at his ass when he wasn't looking." "Oh yes," I have to agree. "God he's beautiful. He's such a hunk!" Brian nods his head. "You have a good eye, Debbie. I agree. You picked the right one, especially after I saw him naked this morning." My curiosity grows. "What do you mean?" I have to question. He moves closer. With his hand constantly pumping the big dildo in and out of me without letup, he crawls nearer. He crawls on his knees around from the end of the bed and kneels at my side. He moves from between my legs to my side while continually pumping the whole time. "I don't know how you did it, Debbie," He bends lower and whispers into my ear. "But somehow you knew. You picked the right one." My curiosity grows more. I think I know what he means, but I have to hear it. "What exactly do you mean?" I question. "I saw about a dozen naked Longton men this morning," He tells me. "And Keviniski clearly had the biggest of the lot." I immediately arch my back into my second noon-time orgasm. * * * * * A drop of sweat trickles down on my nose. Wet hair ends stick to my shoulders. Beads of water form on my big tits and slowly dribble to the floor. My body must look as though I have just stepped out of the shower. I want to wipe the water off my brow. I try to pull my hands free from the leather shackles. I wish I could do something, anything, just to be released from his control. But I can't. I am helpless, and I know the helplessness is what keeps me at my heightened state of sexual madness. I stand at his total control. The first two orgasms came on the bed. He attempts the third while I am shackled to the X-shaped contraption. Amazingly, size number five slithers inside me. I can't believe I have the equivalent of a 13-and-a-half inch cock sliding up and down my hole. Like the others, Brian had a difficult time with it at first, but now it slides easy. The cramp in my shoulder appears again. I feel it harden. My arms are not accustomed to standing above my head for so long. I attempt to sway my upper body back and forth to get the muscle to relax, but little movement is possible in my shackled position. The problem is my legs. I can hardly move them. Brian has them spread apart so wide they can't be spread any further. And then there is the pistoning dildo in the middle. I feel so helpless, and the helplessness only makes me hotter. I don't know how long I've been like this. It feels like hours, but I no longer have a sense of time. I wish it to end. I want Brian to stop - but not simply to stop. First, I want my reward. I grow anxious for my third orgasm of the day. Just then I see him. I never heard him enter the house. Neither did I hear him walk down the stares - which is of no wonder, giving all the grunts and groans I make. Suddenly, he is just there. "Oh no!" I involuntarily cry out in English at his sight. Brian does not here me. He remains on his knees, just in front of me, religiously screwing the dildo in and out of me with his back towards the door. A young man walks in. I see a Longton man. He is a good looking, young Longton man, perhaps in his teenage years. I hardly notice his flat nose or bush eyebrows in the dim light of the bedroom. He actually looks to be quite handsome. I see he looks strong, with an impressive build, but then I realize what all he can see. "Brian!" I cry out. "Behind you!" Brian fails to look. Instead, the young Longton looks. He looks right at me. He looks at my sweat, and he looks at my struggle. I know he sees everything above my waist, and he sees it unencumbered. I remain topless and on full display for him. "Brian!" I try again. "I'm serious! Look behind you." He still fails to look. It is as though he remains too concentrated on my twat to hear my words. I can't believe this is happening to me. Finally, the young Longton comes to my rescue. "Josh show star part." Brian jumps at his words. He immediately stops pounding me with the monster mechanical dildo and turns around. The young Longton, meanwhile, remains calm and unaffected as though he has walked in on couples playing sex games many times before - which I suppose he has! Nothing surprises me any more in the screwed up culture. "Star part," The Longton says curiously. "Josh think Brian like!" He holds something in both hands. It looks to be a steal plate of some kind, like perhaps the outer casing from a nuclear source. I worry someone has exposed the reactor, but I must first worry about my own exposure. The young Longton brings his "star part" closer, and in the process approaches closer to me. He acts like I do not exist, although I know he sees me. I can tell by his eyes. A void fills me as Brian pulls the dildo completely out and takes hold of the "star part." In its place comes the stranger's glare. "Good! Brian like," Brian looks at the object while the stranger looks upon me. I cannot escape his sight. My arms and ankles remain shackled. I cannot hide my modesty. "Oh God!" I want to scream but can only speak it in a whisper. My mind whirls. I do not know what to do. My natural reaction is to scream. I want to escape. I briefly consider yelling at Brian and telling him to provide me some cover. 'He could,' I think to myself, 'at the very least he could stand in front of my body to hide it.' 'But that would be the reaction of an Earthling!' I consider, and we are not Earthlings. I must play the part of a Longton woman. 'Think!' I tell myself. 'Calm down and think!' Slowly, I do. I arrange my thoughts in order and consider my options. I do not like the result, but realize I must. I must play the part. I must fight my natural instincts and play the part of a Longton woman. "Good look, Debbie!" The young Longton says simply. "Oh God!" I cry out louder this time, realizing he is talking about me. I involuntarily let out a moan as the young man examines my body as though it is a hunk of meat. I feel incredibly embarrassed. I am totally humiliated. Here I am completely naked and totally helpless while a near-stranger admires my nude body. It feels far worse than last night in front of the fire. I at least had covering then, however meager. But now I have nothing. This man can look at both boobs and my pussy too. And considering my spread legs and the large dildo Brian just pulled out, I figure he can see quite a lot. Brian, meanwhile, seems to have forgotten about me. He examines the "star piece" instead. He turns it over, looks at it critically, and takes a special interest in two small holes in the corners. 'Drop it!' I want to yell at him, but he remains seated on the bare ground while leaving me open to the young Longton's glare. "Yes, Josh think Debbie nice look," The young Longton goes on. Brian finally looks up. "You Josh?" He questions the stranger. "Josh, yes" "Josh right! Debbie good look!" Brian finally remembers me. He stands up and gives me a smile. I first think he is going to come to my rescue, but his smile only sends a shiver down my spine. It is a devilish, teasing little smile. For some strange reason it worries me, although I do not know why I worry. "Yes, big milk holders!" Brian says to my astonishment. "You past see big milk holders?" Pictures flash through my mind. I think back to two nights before when I made him drive the jeep with a hard-on. I think back to the previous morning when I embarrassed him in bed. I have a sinking feeling that it is pay back time. "Big ever see!" Josh speaks to my dismay. "Big," Brian grabs one of them. He places his hand on my left boob, taking if from below and hefting it up as though to show off its true size. "Big milk holder." "Yes, big milk holders," Josh repeats with a smile. "Josh like big milk holders! Much big milk holders!" Suddenly, I feel him too. To my amazement, he grabs me. The young Longton simply reaches out and grabs my right tit. He grabs it like Brian, taking it from the bottom and hefting it up into the air. I feel his strong, callused hands grab my meek boob and squeeze it. I must hold back a squeal. "Much big milk holders!" Josh says again. "Heavy!" Brian gives me another devilish little smile. I want to kill him. I can't believe he is subjecting me to such embarrassment. This is the most humiliating thing anyone has ever done to me. I have a strong desire to strangle him. But at the same time I want to thank him, for Josh doesn't just grab my boob. Most of his hand supports my boob like a bra otherwise would have done, but I also feel his thumb rub across my hard, sensitive nipple. This young Longton knows how to handle a big set of tits. I must again fight from squealing out. I feel so humiliated - yet at the same time I feel so good. I grow in confusion, not knowing what to feel! Two hands play upon my breasts, and they are the hands of two different men. The touch of the stranger is especially erotic because his hands are so warm and so hard. I feel his strength. I feel his sweat. And I feel the dirt still on his hands from working out in the fields all morning. "Tight?" I hear Josh question. The meaning of his words is a mystery until I see him point down. "Oh God!" I can't help but cry out at the realization. One hand remains firmly planted on my tit, still caressing my nipple, while the other points down at my waist. "Yes, tight," Brian casually tells him. "Debbie little. Very tight." Josh leans over and looks. He draws closer to my pussy and looks at it! With his head bent low, I give Brian a hard stare. "Please" I mouth to him. Brian only shakes his head in reply. "You know you're loving this," He whispers back to me. 'He knows!' I think to myself. I don't know how he knows, but he definitely knows. He can tell that deep down I really am enjoying this. And then I realize why. He hears me moan with desire. He sees my chest heave with each breath. I wonder if he can even tell that my pussy is on fire. It is just like when I could read Brian's mind by the sight of his cock. He does the same with my body. It is such an unbelievable experience I wonder if it is all real. "Me think tight too," The young Longton, Josh, straightens back up. "All Debbie good." "Yes, very good," Brian agrees. Brian lets go of my tits and looks at me. Both of them look. I notice their eyes roam up and down my body as though I am a side of beef. The worse part is that I can't do anything to prevent them from looking for as long as they want. "Brian thank star part," Brian bows to him. "Star part good. Go see tomorrow?" "Yes tomorrow!" Josh finally lets go. "Brian baby-make Debbie now?" I gasp. Brian just smiles. "Yes, Brian baby-make now." I know full well what they are talking about. "Baby-make" is the equivalent of the popular English word, "fuck." Josh is asking Brian if he is going to now fuck me. "Josh wish baby-make," Josh says to my increased astonishment. "Josh think fun baby make, Debbie is!" "Yes, baby-make Debbie is!" Brian nods his head. "Maybe Josh baby-make later." "Yes!" The young Longton grows visibly anxious. I loose it and give Brian a hard stare. He has just told this young man that I am a good fuck. Even worse, he appears to offer me as a fuck. I can't believe it! "Josh like baby-make Debbie. Josh good at baby-make." I gasp again, but not at his words. I gasp at what I see. Josh turns, and in the process of turning I see his loincloth push out. He gives me a side profile, and I see the fabric of his loincloth swell out an almost obscene distance from his body. I think I might even be able to see the thing that causes it to swell from beneath it, but he turns quickly and it is difficult to see in the dim light. One thing I do know for certain, however: Brian wasn't exaggerating when he said they had long cocks. This Longton is still very young, but I can tell my the extensions of his loincloth that he is bigger than the dildo I just experienced. By the time I regain my senses they are gone. I listen to the footsteps walk out of the room and up the stairs. I am left alone to contemplate my situation. * * * * * I want to scream at Brian. I want to kill him. He has just embarrassed me more than I have ever been embarrassed before. I can't believe what has just happened! A total stranger saw me naked, grabbed my bare tit, and then said he wanted to fuck me! But at the same time I find myself wanting to fuck him back. I want to fuck both of them: Brian tonight and maybe Josh tomorrow night. I can't get the picture of the protruding loincloth out of my mind. I've always wanted to experience a big cock. Every woman does. Few admit it, but we all want to know if size really does make a difference. My heart races. My breathing labors. My entire body feels as though it has been thrown into an oven. My mind sways in a mass of humiliation and confusion. I want to kill Brian, yet at the same time I can't wait for him to walk back down the stairs to fuck me. "What's right?' I question. 'What's wrong?" Good girls are not supposed to get turned on when they display themselves naked to a stranger, yet I do. I wonder if I may have ingested some kind of drug that makes me horny, and then I wonder if the drug is nothing more than the big cocks of the Longton males. "He will be your first," Brian speaks from the open doorway. I jump. I never heard him approach. Suddenly, he is just there. "Damn you!" I yell at him. "How could you do that to me!" He stands in the doorway naked. I see the outline of his engorged erection in the soft light. "I think he will be the first Longton male to fuck you," He ignores my words. "It's only logical, you know. A young Longton will have a smaller dick." "Damn you!" I yell again. Brian approaches. Slowly, he brings his erection closer. "Just like the dildos, you need to start small and work your way up," He continues to ignore me. "You can start with Josh and eventually work up to Keviniski." The mention of Keviniski sends a hot wave of excitement through my body. I want it! I want it bad! I think of the man with the callused hands, and then I think of the strong, good looking Keviniski taking hold of my tits too. I want Brian to fuck me more than I have ever been fucked before. "Damn you," I try to reject him with little enthusiasm. "Although I have to admit, Josh was quite impressive himself," He smiles. "Don't you agree?" I feel him enter. I am already spread. The tip of his pole is already moist - or perhaps it is from me. In either case, it enters easily. A real, live cock penetrates me. "Yes!" I answer in a whisper. "Damn you, yes!" He feels better than any dildo. Although not as wide and not as long, the real thing always feels better. I can't help but think about Josh and Keviniski. They will not only be real, but they are going to be as big as the dildo too - maybe even bigger. "Oh yes! Yes!" I begin to pant in rhythm with his strokes. "When do I start?" "Tomorrow night!" He breathes heavy too. "Or maybe the night after. As soon as I ream you out enough to accept them." 'Ream me out!' I like his choice of words. That's what he is doing. By progressively fucking me with longer and wider dildos, he indeed is reaming me out. I look over Brian's shoulder and look towards the door. Unbelievably, I feel disappointment when I see no one there to witness my upcoming orgasm. "We're going to have to keep practicing, again and again," He pistens faster. "We're going to have to keep practicing with the dildos, over and over again." A hot wave of lust travels through my body. Talk of ever-larger dildos sends me over the edge - but then he stops. "Of course, we could always give up," Brian stops while he is at his deepest point. "If you disagree, we can stop right now and go back to the ship." "No!" I almost scream, desperate for him to go on. I try to hump him back, desperate to push myself into another orgasm, but he only moves with me, keeping his cock firmly implanted deep inside me. "I want to try," I tell him. "Please, to do my research, I need to try one of them. Let me try Josh." Brian seems to like my answer, for he quickly goes on. He pistens into me faster than before, quickly sending me into my third orgasm of the session. He cumms at the same time, baby-making deep inside me. The simultaneous orgasm lifts me into heaven. To be continued... Comments Welcome (JackBro_99@relaypoint.net) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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