Double D

“Wow,” Danny said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

We were standing barefoot on the beach. Our first-ever real beach. Oh, we’d been to a couple rivers and a couple lakes, and of course lots of swimming pools and suchlike. But now we were on a real, honest-to- goodness, ocean beach.

And we had it all to ourselves.

We were on the island of Johtom. It was a small, privately owned island in the US Virgin Islands chain. We were at the extreme southern end of the Islands, and on the southern part of the island as well.

Normally we lived in Des Moines, Iowa. A nice place, but not known for its grand oceanic views. We’d lived there our entire lives, and hadn’t even left the state, except for occasional trips to St Louis or Chicago.

Our mother worked for a very large law-firm in Des Moines. She’d been there for years and was apparently standing a good chance of making partner. This chance was enhanced, no doubt, by the fact that she’d just settled a huge case for a major client. She’d netted a huge amount of fees for the firm, something that had pleased the senior partner, John Tomlinson (now you know where the island’s name came from), so much that he’d told her to take a week off and use his private island. Mom had pulled us out of school (it was February), and hauled us down here.

Not that we had a problem with this.

We’d arrived in Charlotte Amalie very early this morning. We’d had a quick breakfast and hopped on a small boat. An hour later and we were here, on our own private island. Ours for the week.

The island was divided in half. On the north half was a large, multi-bedroom house, and a massive private beach. Originally we’d planned to all use that to stay in, but then Danny and I had found out about the smaller, private guest cottage on the southern half of the island. It had its own, even more private beach. As soon as we’d found out about it, we’d pressured our mom into letting us use that as our place to stay. She’d agreed, and we’d taken it over.

Now, after dropping our things into the cottage, we were standing on the beach, looking out at the water.

“It looks endless,” Danny said.

“It is, actually,” I replied. “The oceans all connect together, so technically it’s one big, endless ocean.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You know too much, Dustin.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “I know.”

Danny looked at the deadpan expression on my face and laughed.

“Come on,” he said, pulling his t-shirt off, leaving him only in a pair of shorts. “Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!”

I quickly shucked my shirt and ran into the water. We both reached it at about the same time and dove in. The Caribbean wasn’t as warm as, say, a bathtub or a swimming pool, but it was still better than swimming in a lake in Iowa, especially this time of year.

Danny and I splashed around for quite a while, enjoying the feeling of the water. At one point we both put on our goggles and dove under the water, looking around at whatever we could see. Mostly we could see some fish in the distance and stuff like that.

Then at one point I caught sight of my brother swimming along. I always wished I looked more like Danny. He was fifteen, a year older than me. He had brown hair that always looked just about perfect and piercing blue eyes. His body was incredible, too. He didn’t play any sports, but he was a ballet dancer (make any jokes you want, he and I have heard them all). The dancing give him this perfect v-shaped upper body, which was naturally hairless and well-developed.

Rumor had it that at least a dozen girls from school had tried to impale themselves on his penis at various points. I didn’t know if that was true, but I figured it probably was. Either way, I was certain he wasn’t a virgin and I knew for sure that I was.

I was a little short and very, very skinny. Scrawny, in fact. I had kind of boring dirty-blond hair, and an uninteresting face. Even my ass was dull, being very flat. The only compensation that I had was… well, nothing. I was basically doomed to stay a virgin until I was fifty, I figured.

After about an hour or so, we got out of the water and tromped back to the cottage. It was just a one-bedroom cottage with a single king-sized bed we’d be sharing. The place wasn’t huge, and didn’t have any AC. But what did have was a hot-tub that my brother and I were both looking forward to using.

“Phew,” Danny said when we got back to the cottage. “I’m all covered in salt. I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Yeah, I should get one, too.”

“Come on, then, at least the shower’s pretty big.”

“Ok.”

We walked into the bathroom and tossed our wet shorts into the corner, leaving us both nude. I’d seen my brother naked any number of times, and he’d certainly seen me, so this wasn’t a big deal. We’d be showering together, which we hadn’t done before, but there were two shower heads and plenty of room.

It was worth noting that my brother looked even better naked than he did with clothes on. Unlike me, he had a perfectly firm, round ass, and the penis than hung majestically between his legs was a little longer than mine. He had no pubic hair, but I’d heard that he shaved it, and I had started doing the same. It looked great on him, but it made me look like an eleven-year- old who hadn’t started to develop yet.

Once we were done with the shower we tossed on some clothes and went out into the cottage. I raided the freezer and found a frozen pizza which I cooked up for us. We ate it out on a patio, looking out over the ocean.

“This is really nice,” I said.

“Yeah. I wish we didn’t have to go home next week.”

We sat there eating in silence for a bit, and then I said, “I’m gonna get my papers.”

“Ok.”

I walked into the cottage and came back with a stack of papers and pencils. Danny had his dancing. I had my drawing. I liked to think I was good at it, and I suppose I was. But it wasn’t going to leave me with a body like my brother’s.

Danny watched me start to draw a palm tree and then apparently got bored, because he stood up and started stretching. A few moments later he began doing some basic dancing. There wasn’t any music playing, but he acted like there was.

I tried to concentrate on my drawing, but I couldn’t. I loved watching my brother dance. He was so perfect when he was moving. Hell, he was perfect when he was laying still doing nothing. I sighed a little. God, I wished I was even a tenth as hot as him.

I set aside my tree drawing and began to try and draw Danny as he danced. I’d tried drawing my brother many times, but I’d never managed to make the drawings look as… well, vibrant as he looked. I kept trying, though.

Danny caught sight of me drawing him. “You know, I could just pose for you.”

“I know,” I said. “But I wanna try and get a good drawing of you dancing.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that, I guess,” he said with a smile as he went back to his dancing.

We spent most of the afternoon like that. Danny kept dancing and I kept, pointlessly, trying to draw him while he did so. Eventually as I was about to give up, the phone rang.

I went in and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey, how’s 2-D doing?” came my mother’s voice. She called us 2-D. Dustin and Danny… yeah. She thought it was clever. You know how moms are.

“We’re doing good. It’s cool down here.”

“Is that Mom?” asked Danny, coming into the cottage.

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes and wondering who else he thought would call us. “It’s Pope Gregory IX, asking us if we want to go for a ride on his pleasure yacht, the Saucy Sue.”

“Oh? Tell him I said hi.”

Our mom said, “You boys wanna get together for dinner in about an hour?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, see you up at the house then.”

“Ok.” I hung up the phone. “We’re going to have dinner up at the house.”

“Ok, cool.”

Danny I spent the next hour just hanging out on the patio chatting. He thumbed through some of my drawings of him and said he liked them all. I thought they were ok, but, well, they just didn’t capture what I thought of as “him”.

Dinner with our mom was nice. She was a good cook, but didn’t have the chance to cook very often. She made us some linguini with chicken, a little salad and a nice desert. We made plans to have dinner here every night and otherwise planned to do our own things, though we both agreed that if we left the island, we’d let the others know.

Once dinner was over, Danny and I went back to the cottage. We turned on the radio and after some looking managed to find something we could stand. We sat around listening to the music and just relaxing for a bit. After that we spent some time soaking, nude, in the hot tub, which was very pleasant on a lot of levels. As an artist, I found Danny’s body so beautiful, I could never get enough of seeing it.

“Oh, this is nice,” Danny said as he settled into the water. I watched every inch of him sink below the surface, my eyes riveted to his gorgeous body.

“Yeah, I like it,” I said, trying to relax and turning on the bubbles, hoping my brother wouldn’t see my penis, which was very, very hard right now. I hoped it would go down soon. It did this a lot when I saw Danny nude.

Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and decided it was time for bed. It was really hot in the bedroom (no AC, remember). So we both slapped on a pair of briefs, turned on the ceiling fan and opened the bedroom windows, and settled onto the bed, on top of the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.

At one point in the night, I woke up suddenly. I didn’t know why. I blearily opened my eyes and focused on the clock by the bed. 3:32 in the morning. Ugh. Way too early for anyone to be awake, especially while on vacation. I turned over, my eyes still open.

And my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Danny was asleep next to me. He was lying on his back. One leg was out straight and the other was bent slightly. One of his arms was at his side and the other was behind his head. He was, like me, wearing only a pair of white briefs. Whatever he was dreaming, it must’ve been very good, because I could clearly see his erect penis tenting up under his underwear.

All this was nice, but what was really amazing, really incredible, was the moonlight streaming in through the open window and basking his body in this wonderful, pale white glow. It turned his already amazing body into something out of a fantasy novel.

Without taking my eyes off Danny, I stood up and walked over to the dresser where I’d set my drawing materials. I sat down in a chair across from the bed and began to draw. Danny was the perfect model in his sleep, it turned out. He lay motionless for the entire time it took me to do my drawing. The only thing that really changed was his penis. Sometimes it was hard and almost lifting up the waistband of his underwear, and other times it was soft, and barely visible.

This was the drawing of Danny I’d been after all this time. It wasn’t the easiest one I’d ever done, but it was worth it. I knew it was the one that finally captured what made Danny who he is.

I set my drawing aside and moved back onto the bed, sitting down next to Danny. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His penis was going through a hard stage right now. On a sudden, irresistible impulse, I reached out and placed my hand above the bulge in his underwear. I didn’t know why, but I really wanted to touch it. I knew that I shouldn’t, but…

Finally after what seemed like forever, I lowered my hand, feeling my brother’s penis through his underwear. It felt hard and warm. I could feel the shaft under my palm and the tip under my fingers. It was… breathtaking. There was no other word for it.

I’d seen Danny’s penis any number of times, but I’d never seen it hard before. I’d never really wanted to before, but right now I wanted that more than just about anything else in the whole world.

Carefully, slowly, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Danny’s underwear, happy that he was a sound sleeper. I pulled the waistband down and took a deep breath as my brother’s very hard, very beautiful, penis came into view.

My brother’s penis, when hard, was about six-and-a-half inches. It was perfectly straight and beautiful, just like everything else about him. It was one of the most wonderful things I’d ever seen.

I’d never touched another boy’s penis before. I wasn’t gay after all. I wanted girls. But right now, I also wanted something else. I watched to touch my brother’s erection. I didn’t know why, just like I didn’t know why he liked ballet and I liked art. I just knew that I wanted to touch it.

Finally I reached out with one of my hands and ran a finger down the shaft of Danny’s penis. He didn’t respond, and a little thrill of pleasure went through me. Making sure he was still out of it, I wrapped my hand completely around it. It was wonderful. It felt almost like mine, but different in its own way. I was instantly in love with it!

Still holding my brother’s penis in my hand I licked my lips and leaned down. It was natural to kiss something you were in love with, right? Right. With that thought in my mind I planted a kiss right on the tip.

My lips were still on the tip of my brother’s erection. I looked up at his still sleeping face and opened my mouth. Slowly I began to lower it down around Danny’s penis. It felt really natural, like it belonged in my mouth. I took as much in as I could and moved my face up and down a couple times. I’d never given, or gotten, a blowjob before, but I was familiar with the basic idea.

I wanted nothing more than to keep sucking my brother until he came, but I figured if I did that, he’d probably wake up and it would be a little hard to explain to him what I’d been giving him a blowjob. With great reluctance I pulled my mouth from his penis and pulled his underwear back up, hiding all the evidence.

I sat back and looked at my still sleeping brother. He had no idea what I’d just done with him. He still looked so incredibly beautiful. I felt another sudden, forceful desire and, licking my lips, I leaned down and gently kissed my brother on the mouth. It was my first kiss.

Then I went into the bathroom, jerked off and came in under a minute.

Now somewhat sated I got back onto the bed. I was feeling a little guilty and a little confused, but I mostly felt tired and soon drifted off to sleep.

I had some awfully strange dreams.

* * *

The next morning Danny gave no indication he’d known anything had happened. We ate some breakfast, got ourselves together and talked about our day. We decided we wanted go to Charlotte Amalie and see the sights. We called our mom to make sure she knew we were going and then called the boat to come and get us.

I hadn’t shown Danny the drawing I’d done of him. I buried deep in my papers. I planned to show him eventually, but I didn’t know when I needed to sort out everything else that had happened last night first.

I knew I should be feeling guilty and messed up for having sucked off Danny, but I didn’t. Actually, my little bit of incest last night had finally brought it all into focus. It was like everything I’d been feeling over the last few years now made perfect sense. I’d finally figured it all out.

I was in love with my brother.

I didn’t mean that in any way other than how it sounded. I was in love with Danny. That was why I kept obsessing over his body. That was why I followed him around everywhere. That was why I shaved my pubes, just like he did, even though it looked like crap on me. It also explained why I’d gone down on him while he slept last night. Well, that plus the fact that, apparently, I had no morals.

We spent a pleasant afternoon bumming around Charlotte- Amalie. We even had a couple German tourists who came up to us at one point thinking we were natives. I actually spoke some basic German and was able to explain we weren’t. It was still pretty cool, though.

We also learned, during the day, that Charlotte-Amalie was a great place if you were over 21 (good bars), Jewish (the oldest synagogue in the Western Hemisphere), or rich (but it’s always good if you’re rich). Still, we had fun.

After a while we got bored of just wandering around, and went to see a movie. Then we decided it was time to head back, so we called the boat and rode back to the island where we met our mom for dinner. Once we got back to the cottage, Danny suggested a soak in the hot tub. I agreed right away and moments later we were nude and in the water.

It was all I could do once we were naked to keep my eyes off my brother’s penis. I remembered how wonderful it had felt inside my mouth, and I really wanted to get it back in there. I wanted to give my brother an orgasm. But I didn’t have any idea how I was going to talk him into it.

“You must be thinking about something nice,” Danny suddenly said with a laugh.

“Huh?”

He pointed down where my stiff penis was clearly visible under the water.

“Oh.” I put a hand over it. “Sorry. Just… uh… thinking about a girl we saw back in Charlotte-Amalie.”

“Yeah,” Danny said with a lazy grin. “There was some nice eye-candy there. You’re not the only one to think so.” He moved his hands enough to expose his hard penis.

I drooled.

Well, mentally anyhow.

“Yeah, I’m sure the girls back at school are happy when you’re like that,” I replied.

Danny gave a slight grin. “Well, you know, gotta keep the ladies happy.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin of my own as my stomach knotted. My brother was, apparently, straight.

We soaked in relative quiet after that. Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and got out. My penis was completely soft, right up until the point where I saw Danny’s wasn’t. I quickly got some clothes on before he could see.

Danny and I bummed around the cottage for another hour or two, just hanging out and having a good time. We watched a little TV, listened to a little music and ate some popcorn before deciding it was time for bed.

Like the previous night we stripped down to our underwear and laid on top of the bedding. I wondered if I was going to wake up again. I hoped not, but I also hoped so. I really wanted my brother, even though I knew it was bad.

I’d actually almost drifted off to sleep when I heard Danny say, “Dustin? You awake?”

“Yeah.” I rolled over to face him.

Danny turned on his side to look at me. “I kinda lied earlier.”

“About what?”

“About girls.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m still a virgin.”

“Oh.” I was surprised, to say the least. “But I’d thought..?”

He shrugged. “I’ve had girls who were interested, but it didn’t seem… well, I wanted to… I don’t know. Wait, I guess. Until I find the right person.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah.” Danny chuckled. “Hell, all I’ve done is make out a little. I haven’t even had a blowjob or anything.”

“Really,” I said, carefully, now very happy the room was dark enough that my brother wouldn’t be likely to see me turning bright red.

“Yeah.” He rolled over onto his back. I did the same, but not before seeing that his penis was tenting his shorts just like it had last night. Just like mine now was.

“Well, all I’ve done is kiss, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. I don’t feel so bad, then. But I thought…”

“What?”

“I dunno. I thought you’d gotten laid by now.”

“No.”

“Huh. I’m surprised.”

“Why?” I asked in honest confusion.

“I dunno… you’re pretty… well, you know… you’re hot. I figured you’d have girls all over you.”

I turned to look at my brother. “You’re on drugs, right?”

Danny laughed. “No! I’m serious. You look pretty hot. I figured you’d have lost it like years ago.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m as virgin as you.”

“Wow.”

I was startled. Stunned even. I shook my head again. “Danny, how can you think I’m better looking than you are? You’ve got a great body. You’ve got a great face. You’re hot. Deal.”

Danny laughed again. He turned towards me. “You got a much better body than I do.”

“Fuck that,” I said. “I mean, look…” I reached out and placed a hand on my brother’s chest. I could feel his heat beating. “You actually have some definition here.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather be more like you.” He put his hand on my chest. “You’re much thinner than I am. That’s a plus with dancing.”

“Yeah, but you gotta have the muscles to lift the girls.”

“I guess,” he admitted. “But still.”

Almost subconsciously I moved my hand down my brother’s magnificent chest to his stomach. “I’d give anything to have a body like yours,” I said, softly.

Danny chuckled. “I’d love to have yours. Nice and thin,” he said, running his hand down to my stomach, which now had butterflies in it.

“Yours is better.”

“Yours is.”

I looked at my nearly-nude brother and laughed. “You know how stupid we sound?”

“Pretty stupid.”

“Yeah.” Shyly I moved my hand back to cup my brother’s underwear-clad ass. “You’ve still got a better body.”

Danny grinned. “And you got your hand on my ass.”

I gave Danny’s ass a squeeze and then reluctantly let go. “Just enjoying the muscles.”

“I still wish I looked more like you,” Danny said as we took our hands off each other and laid on our backs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny’s penis was still hard, as was mine. “Yeah…” I took a breath. “I guess until then I’ll have to stick to jacking off.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Danny said.

I reached down and rubbed the bulge in my underwear. “Too bad you’re here,” I said as lightly as I could. “If you weren’t, I could be spanking it right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Danny rubbed at his underwear, too. After a few moments he said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re pretty horny right now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

“Ok.”

“Well… you know… I mean… we could just jack off. You know. Right now. I mean, it’s not like it would be a big deal, would it?”

“I guess not,” I said, trying to sound uncertain while my heart danced.

“It wouldn’t be anything bad, right? Just jerking off together?”

“I guess it wouldn’t.”

“Ok. So… you want to?”

“Well… ok, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Seeing that Danny wasn’t going to start anything, I hooked my fingers into my underwear, lifted my butt up and slid them down off my body. Once I was nude, I laid back, took my penis in my hand and slowly began to stroke it as I looked at my brother’s nearly naked body.

Danny seemed to me sort of checking me out for a moment, but then he pulled his underwear off and tossed them aside. He leaned back and took his penis in his hand, stroking it slowly.

“You look way better naked than I do, Dustin,” Danny said after a moment.

“Fuck that noise. You look much hotter. I never get tired of seeing you naked.”

“Really?” Danny asked into the awkward silence that followed that statement.

“Well… yeah.” I swallowed a little. “I mean, it’s like seeing a piece of art come to life, you know?”

“I always like seeing you naked, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

I began stroking faster as I watched my brother masturbate. “You wanna see who cums first?”

“Ok…”

Both of us had our heads turned towards each other and were clearly watching one another masturbate. It was really hot! I never thought I’d get to do something like this with my brother. It was so hot, I was sure I’d cum first.

“Ah… here I go! I’m cumming!” Danny called out. I watched the sperm fountain out of his penis and splash onto his gloriously naked body. My orgasm came seconds later, the pleasure washing over my body as it hit.

The two of us lay there in silence for several moments, breathing hard as we tried to recover. Finally I managed to say, “Well… wow…”

“Yeah…”

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah, it was.” Danny sat up and looked down at my sperm-covered body. “You ever taste yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes. You?”

“Yeah.” He ran a finger through a puddle of sperm on his body. “You… wanna taste mine?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

Danny held out his finger. I put my mouth around it, remembering the way I’d blown him last night. My brother’s sperm tasted a little different from my own. A little saltier, perhaps. It wasn’t bad at all, though.

I ran my finger through my sperm and offered it to my brother. He didn’t say anything, he just put his mouth around it and licked my finger clean, his eyes locked with mine the entire time. It was one of the most erotic things I could ever imagine.

Once I was done cleaning his finger, Danny got up and left the room. He came back a few moments later with a couple towels. We cleaned ourselves up and then laid back down on the bed.

“Well,” I said after a moment. “That was fun.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna sleep naked. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“Good night.”

“Night, Dustin.”

Slowly we drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that sometime during the night, Danny and I had moved close together and currently he was laying on his side with his arm resting on my chest. He looked totally hot and I got instantly hard seeing him like that.

Looking down at Danny’s body, I found I was unable to restrain myself from enjoying the sight. I reached down and took my penis in hand and began stroking slowly as I admired my naked brother.

Danny began to stir next to me. His eyes opened and his head came up. He smiled blearily at me.

“Good morning,” I said, continuing to masturbate.

“Morning.” He yawned and stretched, bringing his erect penis into view. Chuckling a little, Danny said, “Glad to know I’m not the only one who wakes up horny.”

“Well, when I wake up next to something that looks as good as you, who can blame me?”

“Heh,” was my brother’s reply. He laid down on his back and took his penis in his hand. “I could say the same thing.”

“Whatever,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

We masturbated together in silence for a couple minutes, just enjoying our sexuality. Both of us were watching the other jerking off, though I suppose we didn’t really think anything of it. Well, I figured Danny probably didn’t. I knew I was getting off watching my brother masturbate. It was like a live porn show.

After a few minutes of jerking, I took a breath and said, “Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever wonder what it might be like to… you know… have someone else do it to you?”

“You mean jerk me off?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Me, too.”

“Cool.”

We kept masturbating in silence for a few more moments, then I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You know,” I said, my mouth dry. “If you wanted… we could try that. You know… with each other.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. If you wanted.”

Danny shrugged. “I guess we can, if you want. Just to see what it’s like and stuff.”

“Ok.” Shyly I reached out with my hand. As Danny let go of his penis, I wrapped my hand around it, feeling a surge of pleasure go through my body as I started masturbating my older brother.

“That feels good,” he said after a couple minutes. ” I guess I better do you, too.” He then reached out and put his hand on my penis, stroking it slowly. A shiver of pleasure went through me as for the first time someone was touching me in a sexual way.

We jacked each other in silence for a few moments, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet I can make you cum before you make me cum.”

I laughed a little. “You’re on.”

A couple minutes of furious, quiet masturbation followed, each of us jerking the other as fast as we could, trying to make one another cum. It was without a doubt the most erotic and pleasant experience of my life.

Eventually Danny gasped, “Dustin…?”

“Yeah…?” I replied, a little out of breath and trying hard not to shoot yet.

“You… win… ah…” With that I felt his penis jerking in my hand as his sperm began to blast out over his naked body. I’d won, but it was only by about ten seconds, cause my own orgasm hit just as his was winding down.

Once our orgasms were over, we laid there on the bed, breathing hard, with our hands still on each other’s penises. We both turned towards each other and grinned.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah. That was intense”

“Yeah, it was.” Shyly then, I said, “We gotta do that again sometime.”

“Fuck yeah,” Danny said with some enthusiasm. “That was the best thing I ever felt!”

“Me, too.”

Danny sat up. “We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.”

I savored the sight of my brother walking towards the bathroom, my eyes glued to his ass. I couldn’t believe that we’d just sort-of had sex with each other! It was so incredible. I couldn’t wait to do it again!

* * *

The rest of the day passed. We met up with our mom and went back to Charlotte-Amalie where we toured Fort Christian and Blackbeard’s Castle. Then Mom wanted to go tour some arboretum. We split off with her and headed back to the island. Once there we had a little lunch and then Danny suggested we hit the beach.

Once we got there, we splashed about for a bit, enjoying the warm ocean waters, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever swim naked?”

“No.”

“Me either. Want to?”

I considered this for about a tenth of a second before saying, “Hell, yeah!” I was always behind anything that involved seeing my brother naked.

Danny and I stripped down and ran into the ocean, giggling and splashing at each other as we swam. I took every chance I could to dive under the water and check out my brother’s naked body. Watching him swim in just his trucks before had been nice, but now I was able to see his entire beautiful body moving under the water. It was so amazing. I hoped he was thinking the same about me, but I doubted it. Who would find me attractive, after all? I know last night he’d said he did, but he was probably just being polite.

At one point I was under the water and then surfaced, standing in the sea up to my waist, my penis sort of floating. I looked around, not seeing my brother.

“Danny?”

Suddenly something came up from the water behind me and wrapped its arms around my nude body.

“Gotcha,” Danny whispered into my ear.

“Yeah.” I swallowed, going mad with the feeling of his naked body against me. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do?”

One of his hands moved from around my down to my waist, and crept slowly towards my rapidly hardening penis. He slowly wrapped his hand around my erection and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

My mind went blank and the only thing I could think to say was, “Make me cum…”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes and reached my arms back, holding my older brother’s ass as he began stroking my penis. I was aware of the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the waves breaking against our bodies. I could smell the sea air, and hear the sound of birds. All this was overwhelmed, though, by the feelings going through my young body, the sensation of my brother’s erection pushing against my butt, and the sound of his breath in his ear as he masturbated me.

Normally when I jerked off it would take me a little while to cum. Even when Danny and I were doing it together I didn’t exactly shoot right away. But standing here, in the ocean, with my brother masturbating me… well, for some reason it had me blasting in a little less than three minutes, my sperm arcing out of me and into the water. It was mind- blowing.

“How was that?” Danny asked, pulling away from me.

“Incredible…” I whispered.

Danny grinned. “Let’s go get cleaned up. All this salt water sucks when it dries.”

“Ok.”

Still dizzy with orgasmic pleasure, I followed my brother into the cottage, my eyes fixed on his bare butt as he walked. A work of art it was, like the rest of his body.

Once we got back up to the cottage, we bee-lined for the shower. Danny got the water going and we got in under the two spray-heads. The entire time I was staring at my brother’s still hard penis, desperately wanting it.

Finally I couldn’t stand it and took my brother’s rigid penis in my hand. Giving it a couple slow strokes I said, “You still need to cum.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s cool. I don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. You made me feel good, so it’s only fair.”

“Ok.”

I took a step closer to him. “Can I do it in a different way, though?”

“What way?” Danny asked quietly.

“This way.” I knelt down, feeling the water wash over my body. I leaned forward a little and licked the tip of my brother’s penis and the opened my mouth wide and slid my lips down until he was all the way inside me.

“Oh!” Danny gasped. “Oh, I hadn’t expected that…”

I moved my mouth all along the shaft of my brother’s penis, giving him his first official blowjob. It was wonderful being able to do this for real after sneaking a taste the other night. Now not only was I able to get off on it, but hopefully so was Danny.

My brother’s penis felt so natural in my mouth, I thought to myself as I blew him, and so much better doing this while he was awake instead of sleeping. I hoped he liked this as much as I did. It meant that I’d get to do it with him more and that would be just wonderful!

After only a couple minutes Danny whispered, “Dustin…? I’m gonna cum soon…”

Putting both my hands on my brother’s ass I began moving faster, hoping for a good, solid orgasm from him. Only about thirty seconds later I got my wish, as my brother’s penis began to kick and buck in my mouth, sending several spurts of salty sperm onto my tongue and down my throat. At first I thought I might choke, but I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to get it all down.

Once my brother was done cumming, I pulled off and stood up, giving him a hug.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Really nice.” Danny hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek. “Best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Cool.”

“What was it like blowing me?”

I shrugged. “I liked it. You’re my brother. Making you feel good makes me happy.”

He laughed. “Cool.” He took my hard penis in his hand. “Can I do the same thing to you?”

“Oh, if you want,” I said, casually, while inside my mind raced.

“Cool.” Danny dropped to his knees and a couple moments later I felt something warm and wet wrap around my penis. Oh, god, it felt incredible! So much better than jerking off, or being masturbated by my brother. Oh, it was heavenly!

I looked down, watching my brother’s face move back and forth as he gave me my first blowjob. Most of it was in his mouth most of the time, but I could always see a little of the shaft and the bare place where my pubes would be if I didn’t shave.

After less than two minutes, I managed to gasp out, “Oh, Danny, I’m cumming!” just before I began shooting into my older brother’s mouth. I shook and shuddered as the orgasm swept through my body, carrying me to a place of bliss and delight.

When I was done cumming, Danny stood, swallowing the last of my sperm. He grinned at me.

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah.”

He came up and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, and we stood there, naked and embracing, while the water from the shower rained down onto our young, temporarily sated bodies.

Danny said, “We should probably get out of here before we turn into giant prunes.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Plus Mom’s probably going to want us over for dinner soon.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten about that. What with getting and giving my first blowjob and all.” He grinned.

I smiled back. “Yeah. I liked that.”

“Me, too.”

I looked into my brother’s eyes, only a short distance from my own. “I love you, you know.”

“I know, Dustin. I love you, too.”

“Cool.”

Without really thinking about it, I found my face moving closer to his, and his moving nearer to mine. Our lips met, then parted as our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. We kissed and ground our naked bodies together for a good minute or two before we finally separated, each hard again.

I smiled a little. “I’ve never kissed another guy before.”

“I’ve never done any of this stuff before,” Danny said, taking my penis and rubbing it gently. “I like it, though.”

“Me, too.” I took his penis in my hand and this could’ve led somewhere very fun, but right then the phone rang. We quickly parted, almost as though we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t. Danny grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, going out to answer the phone.

By the time he came back to the bathroom I had a towel around my waist and was trying to comb my hair. “Mom?” I asked, as he walked into the room.

“Yeah.” He dried himself off and then hung up the towel, my eyes fixed on the reflection of his naked body. “She wants us up there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Ok.”

We finished our grooming and dressing in silence, each alone with the thoughts of what we’d done. Once finished, we headed out to the main house where our mom had indeed prepared a nice dinner for us. We ate and talked, and even stuck around at the main house for a couple hours to watch a movie together (some old movie called “The Lady Vanishes”. It was interesting, I guess, if you like black and white), but neither of us really had our brains here. We were both, I think, wanting to get back to the cottage.

As it was, we wound up staying at the main house a lot longer than we expected. In the end, it was about 10:30 before we made it back to the cottage. Once we were inside, Danny yawned and stretched.

“I think I’m going to go to bed soon.”

“Oh? Ok.”

He grinned a little. “I’m gonna hit the hot tub first, though. Wanna come join me?”

“Sure!”

We quickly stripped out of our clothes and got into the water. There wasn’t even any question between us on if we were going to be naked.

As we settled into the water, Danny let out a little sigh. “Ah. This is nice.”

“Yeah. I wish we had one of these at home.”

“No shit! That would so rock.”

I glanced at my brother. “There’s lots of things I like here that I hope we will have at home.”

“Oh? Like jerking and blowing?” he asked with a grin.

I laughed. “Yeah, that,” I said as my penis stiffened.

Danny moved closer. “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gay.”

I laughed a little and put an arm around my brother’s shoulders. “Well, there’s a shock.”

He giggled. “Yeah, I guess it’s not really, is it?”

“Well, you DID have your mouth on my penis earlier,” I said. Then I reached down and took hold of his erection under the water. “Of course, I had mine on yours, too.”

“Yeah.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and then started making out in the hot tub, kissing and masturbating each other as the water bubbled.

As we broke the kiss, I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

I swallowed. “I don’t think I’m gay. I might be, I don’t know. But I do know that you’re my brother and I love you and I’ve always wanted you and this is the best thing ever.” I looked into his eyes, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach at how he might react to this confession.

Danny smiled. “I love you, too, Dustin. I always have. You’re my brother and I will always love you.” He shrugged. “I never thought we’d have sex with each other, but I like that we are.”

“Cool.” We kissed a little more and I asked, “Am I your first?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m yours, too.” I smiled and we kissed again, continuing to masturbate each other.

“Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go do it in bed?”

“Ok.”

We got out of the water and somehow managed to towel off while still finding time to kiss and grope each other. Once we were fairly dry went to the bedroom where we fell onto the bed and began making out again, running our hands all over one another’s nude bodies as we kissed. I was blown away by how good it all felt, and how close I felt to my brother making love like this.

Danny rolled me over onto my back and moved his head down, wrapping his mouth around my erection. I moaned a little in pleasure and then said, “Move yours around, so that I can suck you, too.” My brother complied and now I was sixty-nining with someone for the first time, my brother’s hard penis stuffing my mouth as my smaller one filled his.

I moved my hands up to Danny’s ass, feeling the muscles move under his skin while we blew each other. In the back of my mind I still couldn’t believe I was actually getting to do all this with him, but I was, and I liked it!

After a few minutes of us blowing each other, Danny pulled his mouth off my penis long enough to say, “You keep that up… and I’m gonna cum pretty soon…”

“Good,” I managed to say around a mouthful of my older brother’s penis. Then I added, “Me, too…”

Danny smiled at me and lowered his mouth back down onto me, his tongue working along the tip and part of the shaft of my penis while his hand worked along the rest of it. I did my best to try and emulate the technique, but since he was on top of me and basically fucking my throat, it wasn’t easy. I didn’t mind, though, just knowing I was giving this kind of pleasure to someone I loved was enough to make up for it!

I did my best to hold back my orgasm as long as I could, but Danny’s mouth was giving me such bliss I couldn’t contain myself, and felt the waves of pleasure wash over me as my penis began to spurt inside my brother’s mouth.

Danny’s orgasm came a few seconds later, with his penis jammed down my mouth as deep as it could go. I didn’t have any choice about swallowing, given that his sperm was basically shooting down my throat as he came.

Once he was done cumming, Danny got off me and laid next me on the bed. He hugged me tight and we kissed passionately; our tongues dancing against each other and our sperm mingling in one another’s mouths.

“That was so cool,” Danny whispered to me.

“Yeah… I wish we’d started doing this long ago.”

Danny was quiet for a moment and then said, “Well, we did kind of start the other night, right? When you sucked me off a little?”

I winced. “You knew about that?”

He laughed. “I woke up with you jerking me off. It wasn’t the kind of thing you sleep through.”

“Oh… sorry.”

Danny kissed me again. “It’s ok. It didn’t bother me.” He was silent for a moment and then said, “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a real long time.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, like for the last year or so. Ever since you started to hit puberty.”

“Oh.” I digested that for a bit. “I’ve wanted you for a while, too.”

“How long?”

I shrugged. “Probably for the last year or so. Ever since I started to hit puberty.”

Danny and I both dissolved into giggles at that point. We hugged each other again and slowly drifted off to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was still naked, but in the bed by myself. I looked around, but didn’t see Danny. I did hear some sounds coming from the kitchen, though, and smelled something good. Without bothering to dress, I got up, yawned, stretched, gave my hard penis a couple strokes, and walked nude into the kitchen.

There I saw Danny, just as naked as I was and, as he saw me, getting just as hard. He was making some pancakes. He smiled at me as I walked in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I came up behind him and gave him a hug, pressing my penis against his ass and kissing him on the cheek. I then let my hand drift slowly downward to my brother’s erection, giving it a couple strokes.

Danny laughed. “Stop that, Dustin. Not while I’m trying to cook. I could burn something.”

“Yeah, that’d be bad. Ok.” I let go of Danny’s penis and walked over to the fridge where I got a glass of orange juice. I took a couple sips and then sat down at the table as Danny began to serve up the pancakes.

“So what do you want to do today, Dustin?” he asked as we ate.

I shrugged. “Have sex.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, beyond that what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Probably go out to Charlotte Amalie again. I’m sure Mom’s going to want to meet up and do something.”

“Yeah, probably.”

I leaned forward and gave a maple-syrup flavored kiss to my brother’s cheek. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have lots of sex anyhow.”

“True.”

This could’ve gotten a lot more interesting, not to mention sticky, but before we could really go anywhere, our mom called. She’d already called for the boat to go to town, and wanted us to come join her. We basically ended up with about twenty minutes, which, sadly, left us only enough time to finish eating, get cleaned up and get dressed.

Our mom had it in mind for us to spend pretty much the entire day playing tourist. We’d seen most of the notable sights in town, but she’d managed to find some obscure art galleries and had wanted to smarten us up by showing them to us. I was fairly bored, as was Danny. I knew we’d both rather be spending our day naked and playing.

At one point after lunch, but before we left to go back to the island, Danny slipped away for a bit. When he returned he had a suspiciously innocent look on his face. I tried to ask him where he’d been, but he just shook his head and whispered, “Later.”

We ended up staying in town until after dinner, when we finally called the boat and rode back to the island. We said goodnight to our mom and went back to our small cabin on the other side of the island. As soon as we were back in the cabin, I gave my brother a hug and said, “So what are you hiding?”

“Hiding?” he asked. “Who said I’m hiding anything?”

“Me. You wandered off earlier and looked super-innocent when you came back. What’s going on?”

“Oh, that. I bought something.”

I rolled my eyes. Danny loved to play these sorts of games. “And what was the something you bought?”

“Well, what do I get if I tell you?” he asked with a little smirk.

I placed a hand on my brother’s crotch, rubbing at the lump in his pants. “You get me.”

“Well, I guess that’s good enough,” he said, looking doubtful.

“Or I could kick you in the balls.”

Danny laughed. “Well, when you put it like that…” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle with the word “Wet” printed on it.

“What’s that?” I asked, taking it from him.

“It’s what’s called lube.”

“What’s it for?”

“Makes things slippery.” He took the bottle from me and squirted a small amount onto my fingertips.

I moved my fingers together, mildly amazed at the total lack of friction. “Nice. Why do you have it?”

“So that you can be inside me tonight.”

“Huh?” I looked at him. “I’ve already been inside you.”

Danny placed his hand over my crotch this time and said in a soft voice, “I’m not talking about you being inside my mouth.”

“Then what-” Realization dawned. “Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I whispered.

“God, yes.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

“Good.” He put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. “I’ve always wanted to get fucked by you, Dustin.”

“Well!” I kissed him back. “Sounds fine to me!”

We both began giggling. “You wanna get naked and into the hot tub?” Danny asked.

“Sure.”

We started kissing and, without any discussion, began tugging at each other’s clothes. Soon we were both nude and still standing there in the living room, kissing each other.

“I love you so much, Danny,” I whispered, stroking my brother’s penis.

“I love you, too, Dustin.” He dropped to his knees and put his mouth around my penis, moving his head slowly back and forth.

I ran my fingers through Danny’s hair as he blew me. Looking towards the window I could see the reflection of our naked bodies in the glass. It was so hot watching my brother suck me off. I really hoped we could do this at home, too, cause I had a full-length mirror in my bedroom.

“Dustin?” Danny said as he abruptly pulled his mouth off my penis.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me right now.”

“Sure!” I said eagerly.

Danny stood up and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers and then handed it to me. “Get it nice and slick,” he said.

“Ok.” I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and rubbed it all over, getting it as slippery as I could. Meantime Danny was standing here with his hand behind him and moving around a little awkwardly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing with his fingers.

Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready,” and laid down on the floor.

“You just wanna do it right here?” I asked, kneeling on the ground next to him.

“There’s no way I can wait to get into the bedroom. I need you inside me, Dustin. Now.”

I wasn’t one to argue. I got between his legs and said, “So, how do we do this?”

“Well, I haven’t actually been fucked before,” Danny said. “I’ve used my fingers and I have a dildo at home. But in theory all that should have to happen is I spread and lift my legs and you slide it into me.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Danny spread his legs wide and lifted them up, presenting his ass to me. The target was pretty obvious. I maneuvered around and eventually got myself lined up.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah. Go slow.”

“Ok.”

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Then I pushed forward and watched as slowly my thirteen-year-old penis began to enter my fifteen-year-old brother’s virgin ass. I moved as slowly as I could until I was all the way in him and then gave him a kiss.

“I’m inside you,” I whispered in amazement. “Does it feel ok?”

“No… it feels amazing,” he said with a blissed-out smile. “Do you like it?”

I moved back and forth a little, feeling pleasure like I’d never felt before and in the most casual voice ever, said, “Well, yeah, it’s ok.”

Danny giggled, then wrapped his arms and legs around me. “Fuck me, little brother.”

I began thrusting slowly, moving my hips and sliding my penis in and out of my older brother’s ass. If I’d thought blowjobs were amazing, and I did, they were nothing compared to this. I wondered if it felt as good when fucking a girl? I’d probably never find out. Besides, who cared about girls when I had my brother to have sex with?

While I fucked Danny, his hand moved to his penis and he began rapidly masturbating. God, it was hot doing that, and knowing that I was inside him at the same time. I’d never really thought about fucking before, but I could see I was going to spend a lot more time thinking about it now!

All too soon I felt my orgasm approaching. I managed to gasp out, “Danny…? Are you getting close?”

“Kinda…”

“Oh… well, I’m gonna cum… real soon…”

“Do it, Dustin,” he whispered back, looking me straight in the eyes. “Cum inside me…”

That did it. Gritting my teeth I pushed my penis deep into my older brother’s ass and lost myself in orgasm as my sperm fired off into him. It was, hands down, the best orgasm I’d ever had, period!

“Was it good?” Danny asked, reaching up to stroke my hair.

I stared at him. “Are you kidding?”

Danny giggled. “Stay in me while I cum.”

“Ok.”

I moved so that my penis was as deep inside my brother as I could get it, and then watched him as he masturbated. It was so beautiful watching that body I loved so much as he pleasured himself and, eventually, reached an orgasm. God, I was the luckiest boy in the world for getting to see this!

Once Danny was done cumming, I pulled out of him and we laid side-by-side on the floor, making out with each other. Eventually we got up and headed to the shower, where we cleaned up. The cleanliness didn’t last, though, because pretty soon Danny was bent over with me doing him from behind as the water flowed onto our nude bodies.

My brother and I spent the entire rest of the vacation in the Virgin Islands screwing our brains out. We fucked in every room in the cottage, and once on the beach (never again). We even fucked in the hot tub a couple times. Mostly we did it in bed, though.

It was always me fucking Danny, never him fucking me. I asked him a couple times if he wanted to, but he never did. He said he enjoyed having me inside him to much to want to switch things around.

I’d wondered if our relationship was going to last once we got back home. I never talked with Danny about it. I figured if this vacation was all we had, I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could. Happily, not more than three hours after we got back to Des Moines, I was fucking Danny on his bed.

It’s been a few years since my brother and I started our incestual relationship with each other. Now we’re in college. He’s a dance major, I’m an art major. Most people think we’re gay just because of that. We share a two-bedroom apartment, but we only really use one bed.

I know there’s people out there who would frown on my brother and I and the relationship we have. To each other we don’t even pretend we’re anything other than madly in love with each other. To everyone else… well, some of our friends know, some have figured it out, and it’s not anyone else’s business. As long as Danny and I are happy together, that’s what’s most important, and happy we are

the end

The First Mate

It was so unfair; my first long space voyage as First Mate after my promotion and I had to draw Captain Walters as commanding officer. Ethyl Walters, the tough-as-nails commanding officer of the “Venture.” had a reputation as being demanding. As the first woman ever to captain a Federation frigate, she had a lot to prove. But she had been proving it for the last fifteen years by making the lives of the men who served with her miserable.

To make matters worse, Captain Walters turned out to be a very good-looking woman. Although she was ten or fifteen years older than I was, she had a firm, youthful body and once we were underway, she didn’t mind showing it. Constantly she wore the skimpiest cut of uniform that regs allowed, clothes that showed off her big boobies and a hard, round ass. She seemed totally unaware or indifferent at the effect proximity to her had on a young NCO like me.

I was scared to death of her, but too much a male not to dream of getting into her bed. At last one night I finally got a break. We had been traveling at top speed for several weeks when one afternoon (Navy psychs insist crews keep a 24 hour “day,” even when our sun is an indistinguishable point of light in the sky) a fanfare suddenly blared out from speakers all over the ship. “What is that, Captain Walters?” I asked. “That’s no alarm I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not an alarm,” she explained. “I set the computer to notify us when we passed from the gravity well of the Milky Way into that of the Spiral Nebula. This is the first time I have been outside our home galaxy. I feel like celebrating. What about you?”

“Well of course it would be a first time for me, too, Captain…”

“‘Ethyl,’ she smiled. “Now that we’re outside our home galaxy, Tony, why don’t you call me Ethyl.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Ethyl grinned at me. “I want a special dinner. Think you can arrange that, Tony?”

“Aye, Aye, sir … I mean, sure Ethyl.”

Needless to say, I was surprised at this display of emotion from my hard-bitten commanding officer. She even came out dressed up for the occasion, a slinky gown slit high and strappy spike heel sandals. I was even more surprised when Ethyl pulled several bottles of Bored from her personal stash for the meal I prepared. It was a dammed good soy stroganoff, if I do say so myself. As the night wore on and I saw Ethyl having a little too much to drink, I started to wonder if I might get lucky.

Discretely, I helped her have a little too much more. And what do you know? As ice-cool Ethyl got tipsy, she started to thaw. In one way, I wasn’t surprised. A woman with big squeeze-able tits like hers and wide, man-devouring hips just MUST need lots of sex. She had to be used to men feeling up those glorious knockers until she was crazy with lust and then putting the wood to her. She might have acquired an amazing collection of sex toys to help her avoid sex with crewmembers, but tonight I hoped she would find out she couldn’t. The booze was working on her. The old minx was getting hot for a little screwing. Her inhibitions were slipping. I could see she was starting to remember just how good getting laid felt having a man push open those plump legs and insert a fat cock into her juicy pussy. She would soon go wild unless she got some.

She started giving me shy glances that gradually turned into hot, hungry gazes. When I suggested we watch a video together, she willingly agreed and soon she was sitting just a little too close to me on the couch. I pulled out a porn movie of a dentist who uses NO2 to get into the pants of his patients. Ethyl grinned when the doctor got a well-built woman in his chair, laid her back and shot her full of gas until she was giddy. Ethyl giggled along with the groggy woman as she watched Dr. “Hands” unbutton his pretty patient’s blouse. The gassed-up woman squirmed with pleasure when the doctor slipped her boobies out of the bra and started playing with her nipples. I noticed Ethyl started squirming, too.

The movie brought out a bawdy side to Ethyl I could only have fantasized about. “That’s it; feel the bitch up. Make her screw her brains out,” Ethyl muttered under her breath. I noticed my tipsy commanding officer was slowly snuggling up to press her self against me and when I looked down, I saw her blouse had “accidentally” come unbuttoned, revealing that lovely pair of big white tits.

“Do you mind if I hold you like this, Ethyl?” I said shyly, putting an arm around her gently. “Do, and I’ll bust you down to ensign! You’d better hold me like this!” she growled drawing my hand to her breasts and kissing me passionately. “Oh, God, Tony! It’s been so long!” she sighed. “Oh, I thought I could do without it, but I can’t. That feels so lovely!” she moaned as I kneaded her boobs and tweaked her nipples.

“I can’t believe this, Ethyl,” I gasped. “You are so beautiful, so sexy. I’ve been dreaming of…”

Another passionate kiss silenced me until she drew back. “Don’t talk, baby. I’ve got more important uses for your lips,” she moaned and pulled my face into her bosom. “You are doing such a JOB on me. You really know how to turn a woman on. You’re getting me… so… damned… horny…,” she panted. “I’ve got to get off! Diddle me, Tony. Diddle me good.” she continued to moan and guided my hand under her skirt and up into her pussy.

When my fingers slipped between her legs, I could feel her pussy was wet. The woman was ready to be laid. As I rubbed her clit rhythmically, she began to yelp with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm hit her. I continued stimulating her, almost cruelly, until she was delirious with desire. “Give it to me, Tony! I’ve got to have sex; I’ve got to have a man. It’s been too long since I had a real prick between my legs. I need to be screwed. Come to bed with me, Tony. I want you to fuck me.”

Frantically, she led me to her Captain’s chambers. “Come put me to bed; put me down and give me some cock!” she gasped and she ripped off our clothes pulled me into bed on top of her. I had never seen a woman in such a frenzy to get laid. “Put it here in my pussy, Tony! Cram your cock down deep in me. Pump me full of fuck until I burst. I’ve got to have a good dicking; I’ve got to have it!” she cried as I slid my prick in her steaming cunt.

“Yes! Yes! You’re in!” she exclaimed as soon as my cock penetrated her pussy. “It feels so good, baby, your prick deep in my pussy, just where I want it,” she said softly now with more determination than frenzy. Instantly, her legs locked around me and she began to gyrate. “In and out … In and out,” she whispered. “Just like it should be.” Slowly I realized her body had taken control of my rhythm. I was no longer fucking her. She was fucking me and I couldn’t have stopped her if I’d wanted to! Her powerful undulations were controlling my movements. She was bringing me to orgasm.

I had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right, even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t have pulled out. Her legs were strong and her movements felt too good. Instead, I gave in to her domination and seconds later exploded inside her. Nevertheless her writhing didn’t stop until she had drained my balls into her ravenous cunt. “Yes, Tony, now I have you,” I heard her say as, spent with passion, I dropped off to sleep. But several more times that night I half remembered being on top of Ethyl pouring cum down her pussy hole. “Wake up a little, darling. Just enough for one last time,” she said. “I want to fuck you one more time!” This time all I could do was lie back as she coaxed my prick to erection. Then she climbed on, and rode me to orgasm that turned out my light again.

It was late afternoon when I awoke. I stumbled out of Ethyl’s cabin and found her at the controls of the ship. When she saw me, she arose and took me in her arms. “Good afternoon, sweetie. Have fun last night?” she grinned and kissed me.

“Wow!” I replied. “I sure did. Didn’t you?”

“Of course, honey,” she said leading me to the couch in the control room. “Any woman would like spending time in bed with a man like you! You dicked me five times in one night. And it looks like we’ll be having a lot more such nights just like it, Sure Shot.”

“Sure shot?” I asked.

“Yes, look at this,” she grinned, handing me a paper with a bright pink plus sign on it. “What does this mean, Captain Walters?” I demanded.

“When did I become ‘Captain Walters’ again?” she laughed. “It means just what you’re afraid it means, darling. I’ve been in my most fertile period for a week. It looks like now, thanks to you, I’m going to be making us a baby. Sometime during these last few days that we’ve been screwing like rabbits, you got me knocked up sky high.”

“Impossible!” I gasped. “Yeah? Well, just watch. In a few weeks I’ll start looking like what I am — a the girl you ‘got in trouble.’ My boobs will get bigger; my hips will spread out. By the time we get back to Earth my tummy will be blown up like a balloon and I’ll be slow stupid and hanging onto you. Everybody will wag their heads and grin knowingly that while we were out alone in space, the Captain let her First Mate into her pants one night got herself knocked up. But according to the Space Code, you will have to marry me!”

“What do you mean ‘last few days?'”

“Well, yes, I have another little confession. The night you may remember wasn’t last night. It was about two weeks ago; you’ve been unconscious since I seduced you.

“But why don’t I remember anything?”

“Easy. Light tranquilizers and heavy sex. After the last fuck each morning when had to get up to run the ship, I gave you a drugged drink of water to keep you sedated. But when I came back at night, I had a way to keep you under control that was much more fun for both of us. Every time you stirred, I gave you my tits to suck until you were hard and rode you to an orgasm that put you to sleep again.

“But how can you be pregnant? Our contraceptives!” I asked.

“Ours?” she grinned. “I stopped taking mine weeks ago. Maybe it was just my biological clock, but I decided I’d never find a better combination of brains and body to father my children, sweetheart. And although I’m sure you’re normally very cautious before you take a young lady to bed, First Mate Black was so excited about finally getting his ‘frigid’ Captain into the sack that night, he forgot to take his “before” pill.”

I gaped, realizing what she said was true.

“It wouldn’t have done you any good, anyway, honey. I switched them for placebos several earlier. I wanted to make sure that when I had you in me these last few days, you would be shooting with live bullets.”

“But the celebration of entering the Spiral? Was that just coincidence?”

“I have NO idea when we left the Milky Way, darling. I programmed the computer that monitors our vital functions to alert me when I was to enter my most fertile time of the month,” she grinned triumphantly

“You planned all this? That night was just an act?”

“A plan, yes, but not an act, darling! I really do get horny when I drink and the wine had me as high as a kite. Porno movies do get me hot. When I let you feel me up, I did get terribly aroused. I truly loved the way you put the make on me. You used my tits perfectly to make me want it, and bad! If I hadn’t already intended to let you fuck me, I sure couldn’t have stopped then. And I wasn’t faking those orgasms when we screwed. Your fingers, tongue, and prick did make me come and come! All the screams of pleasure were the real me. You had me moaning with genuine ecstasy, but I had also made sure that the sperm you were planting deep inside me didn’t go to waste.”

“The act was earlier, darling,” she continued, “Pretending NOT to want sex when I was dying to get you in me. From almost the moment I laid eyes on you, Tony, I wanted your prick and your baby, but it took time to come up with a plan to make you marry me. I had to grit my teeth when you brushed my tits or ‘accidentally’ bumped my ass when we passed in these narrow corridors. My body was crying, ‘You’re hot! Let him do you. Spread your legs and let him fill your pussy with his cum!’ It was hard lying awake at night, listening to your breathing in the adjoining cot, wanting you cock planted in me. But now I’ve got you; my long horny nights getting off with my dildo are over!”

“This is outrageous, Ethyl. I refuse to let you get away with this!”

“On the contrary, my darling,” she giggled, “You will let me get away with this and a lot more. You see, I made a couple of marvelous discoveries that first night. First, I found out you really don’t need to be in the Navy for the money. Your father left you more credits than you know how to spend, something I think I can help you with,” she giggled. “Second, once I’d got your prick in me, I discovered that I could do absolutely anything I wanted with you. The manly Tony Black has a secret vulnerability. You actually like being sexually dominated by a woman. And darling, I am going to take advantage of that to supply all the domination you crave.”

“Ridiculous!”

“Tony, I have screwed around a lot, and I know what turns men on. I’ll admit I never suspected it of you. I thought playing the frigid female who gets helplessly amorous when drunk would turn you on, and it did. But later when I had you in bed, I saw how you responded to my commands. You were helpless. I know a little bit about hypnotism, so I stayed awake when you slipped into that lovely semi-conscious daze that overcomes a man after a good fuck. I tried a simple induction, and you went under like a baby. I took you down several more levels and planted a post hypnotic suggestion that you crave sex with me. Each time I screwed you for the last week, I put you under again, tightening my control of your mind. By now I’ve got you in the most deliciously total bondage to me,” she giggled.

“What mumbo jumbo! I suppose you have grounds for a paternity suit and are after a fat court settlement from my father’s estate. But ‘marriage?’ ‘Bondage?’ Come on!”

“So, you are angry with me?” she grinned.

“Furious, you bitch!”

“And don’t want to make love to me again?”

“After what you have done to me? Of course not.”

“Then I guess if you now suddenly found yourself really horny and wanting me to screw you, that would prove I have some kind of hold on you mind, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose,” I admitted, warily. “Then get ready to test your bonds,” she said and rubbed her breasts. As her hands moved over her breasts they seemed to expand to fill my field of vision. “You are staring at me, darling. It’s rude to stare at a woman’s boobs unless you are planning to do something with them,” she smirked. “In fact, you’d better not look at all if you don’t want to get horny. I’ve found that young men who stare at my big, soft boobies soon get an urge to feel me up. They get so turned on they just want to undress me and take my big titties out of my bra and kiss them and suck them.”

“Could that be happening to you, Tony?” she asked knowingly and started unbuttoning her uniform. I shook my head, but continued to star at her as she stripped. “I wouldn’t mind that happening, darling. I haven’t had you in me for several hours so if you started playing with my titties, that could get me excited. Oh, yes, very excited,” she hissed as she sidled up to me.

“No, no!” I protested as I fell on those magnificent milk jugs

“Oh yes, baby! I hope you know what you’re doing to me. When a man sucks my tits like you are, I get really wet down here. See?”

I didn’t see, but I sure felt as she guided my hand to her very soppy crotch.

“Why not come with me to my cabin again for another romp.”

*****

After that night there was no question. Ethyl owned me, body and soul and I really couldn’t complain. At first there was not much change in routine; most of the housekeeping chores were mine anyway, although she insisted I learn how to care for her clothes. That was not much of a chore because she preferred that we went naked to make it more convenient to fuck at her slightest whim.

By the time we were on the way back to base she was really starting to show – and to slow down. We were spending more and more time in bed. She still liked me to fuck her several times a day, but had decided that doggie style or riding me was more practical than missionary position. Even more, however she liked me to massage her belly as I fingered her to orgasm or to eat her to one soft come after another.

Our baby girl, named Andromeda, what else, was born just two weeks after we arrived. (What HADN’T this woman planned?) There was barely time to organize the wedding before Ethyl went into delivery. Although many of my friends and classmates were surprised I was marrying my commanding officer and a woman considerably older than I, most of them shared ribald congratulations for having seduced the “sexy old bitch.” If they only knew! Actually, several of them soon found out. Ethyl told me several of her like-minded friends had found new toy boys that day on my side of the aisle.

As the time for her maternity leave drew toward a close, I started to feel worried. First I knew I was going to miss Andromeda terribly when we had to take the “Venture” off on the next mission. Second, Ethyl was having such fun nursing and playing with our daughter – such a beautiful little girl, how could you blame her – she had not started making any arrangements for day care while we would be gone.

Finally the day for Ethyl to report to FedNav headquarters to pick up our orders arrived. When she returned she didn’t want to talk about orders, but was boiling with lust. She didn’t even let me put dinner on the table but insisted we go straight to bed.

When I woke up next, she was in a much better mood. “I love you so much, Tony,” she confessed as she lay in my arms after what must have been an early morning roll in the hay.

“And I, you, darling.”

“You’re not resentful at the way I tricked you into marrying me?”

“Tricked me into having the smartest, the sweetest, the sexiest wife in the galaxy? Not very! You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Oh, Tony, I love you for saying that and meaning it. I have a really big request to make.”

“Say it, sweetheart.”

She looked at me carefully, judging me. “Tony, I don’t like the idea of strangers taking care of our baby.”

I was confused. “Neither do I, love, but we can’t take her into space with us until she’s eight or she’ll never develop balance.”

“I know, love. That’s why I think it’s best if a parent stays with her. We can’t both go on the Venture when she blasts off.”

“No, Ethyl, darling. It’s too big a sacrifice. You can’t give up your career, even for Andromeda. You’ve worked a lifetime to get where you are.”

“OH, Tony. I knew you’d understand,” she squealed. “You won’t regret it, I promise,”

“‘Understand what?’ ‘I won’t regret what?’ Now I am confused, Ethyl”

“Don’t you see darling? I will go on the Venture. You will stay home and take care of Andromeda. And when I come home…” Well if I didn’t calculate wrong, stud, some time during the last week we have been fucking, you made Andromeda a little brother or sister.”

The End

Comments please to Homer Vargas vargas111@yahoo.com

In particular, this story almost begs for an alternate ending in which Ethyl leaves Tony home with the kid, but goes off with another man promising to bring him home another baby to take care of. After all he was just her FIRST mate, not the only one. Indeed, with a little tweaking, we could probably discover that the first baby isn’t Tony’s either. But I’m just not in a nasty enough mood right now to write it. Any takers?

Also, I’d like to include this revistion of “No Deposit, Return.”

“A year has pased since the wedding and Cynthia is STILL not pregnant. The grandmothers take action.”

No Deposit, Return (M/F, cuck, preg, parody/humor) by Homer Vargas varga111@yahoo.com

I wish to acknowledge use of an altered scene from the hot story, “Ebony and Ivory Acres” by Stormbringer. The spirit of the story, however is much closer to the stories of CDE.

Arthur sat at Cynthia’s side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Cynthia’s mother, Mable, and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. “I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don’t you?”

“Because it’s our anniversary?” Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife.

“Well, yes, that is the occasion, darling, but not the real reason,” Ruth smiled encouragingly. “We thought by now you two might have something you wanted to … tell us.” Both women leaned forward slightly. Mable was not smiling.

“Er, ‘tell you,’ mother?” Arthur asked.

“Of course, dear,” she replied kindly. “You don’t have to be shy with us. It’s very normal for a young couple, especially this long after the honeymoon. We wanted to be the first to know.”

“Know, uh … what?” Arthur asked, glancing over at Cynthia who was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands.

“She means have you knocked up my daughter yet, twerp!” Mable burst out in exasperation. “It was bad enough that she didn’t have a nice bulging tummy for the wedding ceremony, though that was partly her fault,” the scowling woman admitted. “But now twelve MONTHS have gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had her nursing one baby and be working in a second one for us by now!”

“Mother, please!” Cynthia interjected in defense of her cringing husband. “This is a very private matter between the two of us.”

“Of course getting a baby fucked into you is private! I didn’t ask to WATCH him putting the first bun put in that cute little belly of yours, Cynthia, although that would be sexy,” her mother leered. “I’m just interested in results. You’re almost eighteen, young lady. This is your most fertile time of life. You could be popping out grandchildren for me once a year. Remember what happened to your older sister. She didn’t start until she was almost twenty and now and is going almost two or more years between babies. At this rate, she’ll barely reach a dozen and SHE has both her husband’s brothers helping her.

“Excuse me, mother Dunn, but Cynthia is right. When and how many children we have is none of your business.”

“Now Arthur, you can’t really mean that. I’m just as eager to see lots of grandchildren as Mable,” Ruth interjected, “Although I might have expressed it a little differently,” she said, looking over at Mable. “I naturally want you to keep Cynthia constantly pregnant for the next twenty years of so as much as Mable does.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you, anyway, shrimp? Are you shooting blanks?” Mable demanded. “I know she had the absurd idea of not having sex before the marriage, but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that shit? If all else failed, you should have gotten the silly filly drunk one night and slipped a baby in her. I swear, I can’t figure out youngsters nowadays!”

“Arthur! Is that true?” Ruth asked. “You asked a girl to marry you without at least fucking her stupid for a few months? Suppose you are inadequate? I made that mistake with your father. I’d certainly hate to think that my son could do that to another woman!”

Arthur was stunned to see his soft-spoken mother so animated. Mable continued.

“Well, that’s water over the dam, but what about now?” Mable demanded. “You’ve been fucking my daughter for a year. A little minx like her, I guess she wants it, what, three times a day, more on weekend, I guess? You fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each session…” Mable was lost in her mental calculation. “Load for an average man is three ounces.” She cast a disparaging glance at her son-in-law. “Say, one-half ounce for YOU … makes … … over eight gallons of spunk you’ve pumped into my little girl! That’s enough to give her a swollen belly right there.”

“Mother,” Cynthia exclaimed. “You’ve got it all wrong. We don’t do it quite that often.”

“What? The bastard fucks you fewer than three times a day? What kind of undersexed wimp did you marry, anyway, honey?”

“Well, it’s not all Arthur’s fault. I don’t think it is proper to, you know, just RUT it all the time like animals.”

“Shit, girl. I knew I should never have let you hang out with that crazy church crowd. And you?”

Mable turned on Arthur with fire in her eyes “You put up with that kind of frigidity? What kind of man doesn’t fuck a wife just because she says she doesn’t want to? A real man would take her and paw her until the little bitch was crying for it. You ought to be fucking the shit out of my girl several times a day. After a few times, she’d have begged you for it. That’s what Leroy did to me.”

“Don’t feel bad, Cynthia, dear,” Ruth interjected, trying to be sympathetic to the distraught young woman. “I felt the same way before I met Jethro. But once you get a taste of hard nasty sex, you just can’t get enough.

“Jethro?” Arthur asked.

Ruth looked a little pained. “He’s the little brother of Mable’s friend, Leroy.”

“Leroy?” Cynthia asked.

“Don’t play games, Cynthia! You know I’ve had a big black stud screwing my brains out every night since your father passed on.”

“Since before you FUCKED him to death, you mean,” the daughter replied bitterly. “You should have known not to make daddy have sex with you as soon as he got home from a triple bypass, especially that half-hour doggie fuck!”

“He died a happy man, Cynthia. The undertaker couldn’t get the grin off his face. And you’ve never complained about the millions in insurance money he left us. Besides, I was only doing what I had to do. Lord, girl, your father had been in and out of the hospital for weeks! If Leroy hadn’t been working as an orderly in the intensive care unit, I don’t know what I’d have done. Leroy,” Mable sighed and smiled for the first time. “Now there’s a man! I’ll guarantee you, Leroy would have you knocked up higher than a kite by now.”

“I’m not a shameless hussy like you, Mother, bearing a little black ‘posthumous’ child eight moths after Daddy died! How can you even think about me being unfaithful to my darling Arthur.”

“Don’t tell me YOU don’t!”

“Of course I don’t!” Cynthia protested.

“Then what ARE you thinking about when you have this buried in your twat, you horny little bitch?” her mother asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black dildo.

“Where did you find … er, what do you mean, Mother?”

“I took it from the second drawer of your night stand, the same drawer you’ve kept it since you were 13, Cynthia. That was the reason I was never too worried about you running around with those religious nuts, promising to remain a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every night you were sneaking back into your room fucking yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you writhing in ecstasy and moaning ‘Fuck me, you big black bastard, fuck me pregnant.'”

“Cynthia!” Albert exclaimed in shock. “You were … touching yourself, even when we were dating?”

“Of course she was, dear,” Ruth put in. “All women have to masturbate. Don’t think badly of her, or of yourself. Very few men can give women all the hard-pounding sex we require. Even if you did her several times a day, a healthy young woman like Cynthia would still need lots of sex toys to keep her mental equilibrium. Without six or seven good gut-wrenching orgasms a day, we girls become bitchy and hysterical. I certainly was, even though I was spending several hours a day coming with my vibrator. I was nearly a wreck, until Mable introduced me to Jethro, that is.” Ruth smiled gratefully at her friend.

“Hell, no, I don’t blame her,” Mable added. “Especially since this wimp isn’t exercising his marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in that belly than her useless husband. Lemme see your equipment, boy!”

“What are you talking about, Mother Dunn”

“Your baby-making tool, dammit! Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson, you twerp!”

“She means we want to see your penis, darling,” Ruth tried to explain.

“Mother! You expect me to expose my private parts in front of all three of you? Why I insist on lights out to spare even Cynthia the trauma of having to look at a man’s … you know.

“What crap!” Mable exploded. “A real man shows off is dong every time he gets a chance, ’cause he knows seeing it turns a woman into a mush of rutting woman flesh. So, fish it out and lets see it, buster,”

“Do as she says, dear,” Ruth said, reaching over to unbutton Arthur’s pants.

“My god! Jockey shorts and I don’t see no bulge,” Mable exclaimed as Arthur’s pants dropped around his ankles.

“Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey” Ruth said. Mortified, Arthur complied.

Mable gasped. “I don’t believe it! It’s even smaller than my late husband’s. How do you expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Why that’s not a cock, it’s a weenie!

Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to answer. Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. She regarded Ruth with more affection. “Don’t mean no harm, Ruth, Honey, but you’ve got to admit, we’ve given him a fair chance. I think it’s time we follow through on what we agreed with Cynthia before the wedding.”

“Cynthia? Mother Dunn? What are you talking about?” Arthur asked nervously pulling his pants back on.

“Do you want to tell him, Cynthia, or do you want me to?” Mable asked.

The young woman just hung her head, so her mother barreled ahead. “It’s this way, buster. I told Ruth when you asked my Cynthia to marry you, I didn’t think it would work out. Even before seeing that sorry excuse for a dick, I could tell you take after your daddy too much. Why look at your mother; she’s got the hips and the tits to pop babies out every year. And how many did her dippy husband give her? One! And a sorry one at that, if I do say so!” Mable glared at her son-in-law.

“Mother Dunn! Besides being a vulgar butinsky, you are totally wrong to impugn my father’s virility. Perhaps you don’t know, but I have EIGHT little brothers and sisters!” Arthur shot back, looking proudly at his mother, glad at last to have a comeback to his intrusive mother-in-law.

“Now, Arthur, darling, don’t be hasty,” Ruth said. “It’s more complicated. After I saw it had taken your father almost three months to get me pregnant with you, I was pretty desperate. I had to make up for lost time because I wanted babies, lots more babies. Unfortunately, I found your father really wasn’t up to it, so I naturally turned to his boss and friends and several men I picked up in night clubs for help.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that the younger ones don’t look nothin’ like your pappy?” Mable sniffed. “One is obviously a Spick and if your little sister got those slant eyes from your daddy, I’m a monkey’s uncle. And looks like you are worse than he was. A whole year and not able to make even one baby!” Mable growled. “There’s nothing else to do; I’m taking her back, Ruth, just like I said.”

“I don’t care what you two agreed. You can’t ‘take me back,'” Cynthia protested. “I’m staying with my Arthur.”

“And let me turn forty-five without seeing a clutch of grandchildren from my youngest daughter? No way! The little wimp had his chance. You can stay married to him if you want to, but I’m turning your breeding over to a real man.”

“What is all this about, Mother?” Arthur demanded.

“I’m afraid it’s true, darling. What she demanded seemed only fair. I had to admit that I shared some of Mable’s, er, concerns about you. I remembered when you were a teenager and I walked into your room unannounced, I never caught you masturbating.”

“But said it would make me go blind!” Arthur protested.

“Holy Toledo!” Mable shrieked. “The only teenage boy in the world actually to believe that shit, and MY daughter has to marry him!”

“Arthur, I told you that so you would feel guilty and think sex was sinful and dangerous. That way you could enjoy it more when you rebelled, don’t you see? Oh, I should have know something was wrong,” Ruth sighed. “When I paraded around in the house showing off for you half naked, all you did was look away. Even when I started coming into your room to give you a good-night kiss with my boobs hanging out, you never pulled me into bed with you and played with my pussy until I was crazy and fucked the shit out of me. Your erections were so puny when I shot you beavers of my shaved pussy, I was sick with worry. Eventually I realized you were never going to come into my room at night when you though I was asleep and fuck me and make me pregnant like a normal teen-age boy. But you were mixed up with that church crowd at the time. I tried to convince myself it was all those crazy notions about incest being a sin.”

“But … but it IS a sin” Arthur sputtered.

“Of course it’s a sin to fuck your mamma and come buckets in her and knock her up with your own little brother or sister,” Mable exploded. “But to any NORMAL boy, that’s half the fun, sliding your prick inside her loose, hairy cunt and unloading a charge of jism that will put another baby in her for your father to raise. When Ruth admitted she had never been able to seduce you, my worst fears were confirmed. I knew you just didn’t have the powerful wild urges to fuck that any healthy woman, especially a potential little baby-factory like my Cynthia, is entitled to. Your mother had to agree.”

“Agree to what, Mother?” Arthur asked fearfully.

“Agree to take you back if you didn’t succeed in making Cynthia pregnant within a year of the wedding, dear,” Ruth answered.

“And I get Cynthia back to let a real man take over the job of putting babies in her tight little belly,” Mable continued triumphantly.

“Didn’t you hear me, mother. I absolutely refuse to let any man except Arthur to make love to me,” her daughter exclaimed.

“Who said anything about having anyone make love, you silly bitch? Luv! Schmuv! What you need is a man’s big cock deep in your pussy fucking you out of your mind and pumping you full his baby-making seed. Once you’ve got a baby growing in you making your tummy so big and round that all you want to do is sleep and play with yourself and get laid, then you can be in love with the man that got you that way.”

“You heard her, Mother Dunn!” Arthur said with relief. “Your disgusting ‘agreement’ won’t work. My Cynthia is totally faithful to me.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see how faithful she is once she meets the prong this was modeled after!” Mable replied brandishing the dildo with a smirk. “Leroy!” the older woman shouted. “Come her, baby.”

A huge black man clad only in athletic shoes and shorts walked in and stood by Mable. He was still panting slightly from working out and a sheen of perspiration glinted from the hardest set of abs, delts, and pects that Arthur had ever seen. Not to mention what appeared to be a water pipe barely concealed by his shorts. Cynthia’s mouth dropped open.

“How’s you be, Miz Mable?” he asked, leaning down to let the older woman plant a wet, sizzling kiss on his dark thick lips.

“Horny as a skunk, you no account bastard. What do you mean leaving me hanging like you did this morning, Leroy. I was just getting warmed up when you played out on me,” she replied accusingly.

“I’s sorry, Miz Mable, but we’s a been a fuckin’ for almost two hours and I done cum in you three times. I jes couldn’t get it up no mo’ right then.”

“Not good enough, Leroy! I’m going to supervise your taking the steroids myself. And you’ll have you spend more time in the gym to improve your stamina.”

“I’s sorry, I does sometimes fergets to take all those pills you gives me, but I’s already workin’ out six hours a day.”

“You’ll have to do better, but meanwhile I think you’ll be OK for the little chore I have for you.” Mable slipped her hand inside Leroy’s shorts. “Oh, yeah! You’ll do very well.”

“What’s I got to do Miz Mable?” the black man asked with concern. “I’s still a little tuckered from dis mornin’.”

“It’s easy, Leroy. You don’t have to fuck me yet. I just want you to impregnate my daughter,” she said pointing.

“M-preg-Nate?” the big man looked at Mable uncertainly. “Oh, yo’ means to fuck her and give her a big belly,” he brightened up. Then he looked over at Cynthia and his face fell again. “That little girl?” Leroy sneered. “Why she ain’t hardly got no meat on those bones. Purdy good tits, though,” he admitted, taking a closer look.

“She’ll start looking like a woman once you’ve put a few babies in her, Leroy. How soon do you think you can get her knocked up for me?”

Leroy walked over to Cynthia who was looking up at the bulge in his pants. “Depends. You ain’t been taking no birthin’ control pill, has you?” he demanded of the cowering girl?

Cynthia shook her head. “No, Arthur and I …”

“Whenja have your last period?” Leroy asked, cutting her off.

“Uh, … about two weeks ago,” she whispered.

“Dat’s good. Prob’ly do it today. Lemme check yo’ to be sure. Spread yo’ legs, girl!”

Arthur jumped to his feet. “Now see here, Mr. Leroy, I will not have you …

 

The back of Leroy’s hand sent the young husband reeling back where he collapsed at his mother’s feet. “Shuddup, whiteboy! You don’t know nuthin’ ’bout breedin’ no woman. I’s gotta find out if she’s ready to make me a baby.” He turned his attention back to Cynthia who had dutifully hiked her skirt and opened her legs slightly.

“What the hell is this?” Leroy demanded, looking over at Arthur again with disdain. “You let your wife wear pantyhose? How you expect to expect to fuck a woman any time you feel like it, if she’s got somethin’ on her pussy getting’ in the way of your cock? I don’t even let my women panties, ‘cept the ones with a hole.”

Mable smiled and nodded in confirmation. Arthur, his mother tenderly stroking his battered face, said nothing. Cynthia tore her eyes momentarily from the big man’s crotch and looked up to her mother for support. She received none.

“Cynthia! You make me ashamed: a daughter of mine hiding the pussy I gave you under layers of spandex! Dammit, girl, you can’t even get yourself off with a nice long finger-fuck when you need one, much less have the wimp eat your horny little twat every time you get the chance, if you keep your cunt covered up!”

“Mother Dunn,” Arthur interjected, his head clearing from Leroy’s vicious blow, “Cynthia would surely would never commit such a degrading act as allow man to place his MOUTH on …”

Arthur’s affirmation was interrupted by a low moan coming from his wife. For Leroy, paying no mind to the intra-family dialog, had peeled off Cynthia’s pantyhose AND panties, and was now beginning to lick the young woman’s gushing slit methodically. Cynthia had fallen back on the couch in the space Arthur had vacated, her legs splayed, starting to twitch. Momentarily replacing his mouth with his fingers, Leroy grinned up at the dazed young woman. “Yo’ sho’ do likes getting’ yo’ pussy eat, doncha, Miz Cynthia? Yo’ so wet, I’s ‘fraid I’s gonna drowned in there.”

“That’s the way, Leroy, baby! Sex the little minx up ’till she’s crazy for a breeding,” Mable exclaimed excitedly and she reached over and opened her daughter’s blouse, quickly freeing the girl’s still modest breasts from the bra.

Leroy grinned his thanks at Mable and fell back to work, his large black hand squeezing one breast, its fingers twirling her long nipple, while he took her other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. Cynthia moaned again as her neglected body quickly began to respond to his touch.

Just when her nipples turned so sensitive, she couldn’t take anymore, Leroy began kissing back down her belly. Cynthia’s commitment to and even the memory of her marriage were rapidly melting in the heat of lust. Leroy’s tongue slipped out and licked down into her pubic hair traveling towards the tip of her crotch. It slipped down the inside crease of her leg and the young wife found herself spreading her legs wider in anticipation. As he reached her thigh, Leroy ran his tongue over to her pussy and licked up her labia. Cynthia’s eyes opened wide and her pussy spasmed. This was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Leroy wiggled his long, hard tongue in and out of the folds of her pussy lips causing her to shake with pleasure. His skillful tongue was igniting a sexual fire Cynthia had never felt before. Something intense was building deep in her body.

Leroy lapped her slit several times and then worked a beefy finger into her that felt as big as her husband’s penis. Unlike Arthur’s penis, however, Leroy’s finger knew what it was doing. He worked it deep inside the aroused young woman and began rubbing the tip around a spot deep in her pussy. Mindlessly, Cynthia began humping his finger as the fire within her grew until she thought she would die from pleasure. Just when she knew she couldn’t take any more, Leroy administered the coup d’grace. He ran his tongue over his finger and up her pussy. With one quick lick, his tongue twirled around her clit.

The second Leroy’s tongue touched the young wife’s love bud, her pussy clamped down around his finger and then ballooned up as she came. It felt like a series of bombs going off inside her and Cynthia screamed out her pleasure. This was the first time a man had ever made her come and Leroy was just getting started. He continued fingering her and licking around her clit until it hardened like a miniature penis. She had several smaller orgasms before the pressure built again and an even bigger climax overwhelmed her when he sucked her clit in his mouth. The last thing Cynthia remembered before passing out was Leroy’s soaked face grinning up at her.

Arthur tried to stand, but he was still too dizzy and Ruth easily pulled him back down on the sofa beside her. “No honey, you’ll just get hurt. Can’t you see? He’s breeding her. A man like that won’t let anything stop him when he’s about to plant a baby in a woman.”

“But it’s in my wife. I can’t just watch!” the distraught husband cried.

“That’s all you CAN do, wimp,” Mable taunted. “Keep him out of this, Ruth.”

“She’s right, sweetie; I’m sure you’ll learn that watching can be very exciting. Your father never comes so hard as when he sees Jethro between my legs, shooting me full of his jism while I beg for a black baby. Now settle down and enjoy this.”

“Mother, noooooo …” Arthur’s feeble protest was stifled as Ruth deftly slipped her hand into his pants and began massaging his cock.

“See baby, you little weenie is already getting hard just knowing your sexy little wife is going to get bred. I know it’s frustrating to see your wife about to get a big belly full of a superior man’s baby, so let me make it better for you, honey.” Ruth was beginning to work Arthur’s half-hard miniature prick between her fingers.

Cynthia was struggling to regain her senses. She hadn’t fully recovered from the intense orgasm when she felt Leroy’s hands on her ankles pulling her legs far apart. Leroy was kneeling now, the tip of his cock moving in towards her pussy as she sat on the couch. “No, Leroy don’t. I’m not protected!”

“I knows that, Miz Cynthia. That’s why yo’ pussy’s drooling for my cock.” He moved the tip back and forth along her slit causing her to writhe in pleasure. “Yo’ know yo’ want it.”

“No! No! …Ohhhh … Yes!!!” she screamed as Leroy pushed down on his cock watching her pussy lips spread wide for him as they closed back up around the head. Cynthia groaned as Leroy worked the head in and out of her. “Feels good don’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” the young woman grunted in agreement.

“How about I give you another inch or two?”

Cynthia just gurgled as Leroy pushed in another couple of inches. “God, you’re so big,” the woman gasped as the thick part under the head schlocked in.

“Gonna give you more’n the white boy ever did,” Leroy sneered ” slowly fucking her with the tip of his cock. “How big is duh wimp?”

“Uh … Uh …Dunno, … three? … four inches?” Cynthia panted as Leroy’s cock slowly moved in and out of her.

“Po little thang,” he said pushing another inch in. “Dis feel like yo’ husband?”

“Oh, no! God, no. You’re so much thicker, it feels … so much better.”

“Cynthia! How can you say that” Arthur cried out.

“It has to be true, Arthur,” Ruth whispered as she continued fondling his sex. “Can’t you see? Leroy has a magnificent cock, a pussy-reaming, woman-pleasing, sperm-shooting DONG. You just don’t have much equipment down here for spewing hot jism deep in a woman’s fertile cunt, Honey. Your little thingie is just adorable, perfect, in fact, for you and me to play with, but for making babies, Leroy’s is much better,” his mother explained gently.

Cynthia’s almost constant wail of pleasure seemed to confirm Ruth’s words as Leroy continued slowly fucking the young wife. Cynthia was raising her hips to meet his thrusts, slowly allowing more and more of the giant cock inside her. Mable grinned as she saw her daughter come yet again.

“Isn’t Leroy wonderful, darling?” Mable exclaimed And he’s still fucking you with only half his cock. Don’t you want to feel the rest of it in you?”

“Oh, God! Yes! More, More” her daughter panted as Leroy’s cock pushed deeper into virgin territory.

“God yo’ tight, Miz Cynthia,” groaned Leroy pushing about nine inches in. “Ain’t yo’ never been fucked before?”

“Not like you fuck her, Leroy baby,” Mable remarked. “Give it to her good.”

“Yes’am, Miz Mable,” Leroy replied and resumed his rhythmic plowing of the spasming young wife.

“You do like his cock don’t you, Cynthia?” Mable asked.

“Oh, yes, Mother. Oh, oh, oh … yes!”

“Only black cocks get this big, Hun. Do you know what big black cocks do to little white pussies? It that what your want?”

“Yes, yes,” she groaned, her belly undulating down towards her pussy as she came again.

“Then tell him, darling. Tell him what you want him to do.”

“Fuck me, Leroy. Please fuck me with your big black cock. Oh God, I’m coming…Ahhhiiiii.”

Leroy pushed her legs back towards her head, sat up on his knees a little, pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was in her pussy, and then he lunged forward.

Cynthia thrashed in ecstasy as his entire cock plunged deep into her frothing pussy. He had to maintain a tight grip on her ankles as she writhed until she calmed down after a couple minutes. Arthur stared in disbelief as Leroy’s huge fuck-hose had disappeared into his tiny wife’s belly.

“Look!” Ruth said in admiration. “She took it all, honey, the very first time! You should be so proud of Cynthia. Not many wives can take a huge prick like Leroy’s so easily. I guess you had left her really needing a good fuck.” Arthur’s moans were not of admiration as he was torn between the anguish of seeing his wife respond to the brutal fucking and the incredible pleasure of his mother’s expert hand job.

When Leroy felt Cynthia’s pussy relax, he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back in several times until she moaned and he increased his speed. The rutting white girl began pushing into him to meet his thrusts as Leroy picked up the tempo. Cynthia started screaming each time he buried it; she was coming every fifth stroke.

Suddenly, the orgasms ceased as Leroy’s cock began to grow. It felt like a damn had blocked the flow, the pressure building up as he continued rapidly fucking her. He was sweating and his rhythm was starting to suffer as his orgasm approached.

“He’s about to come,” Mable hissed. “He’s going to come in you and make your pregnant with his black bastard if you let him, Cynthia. Tell him if you want it!”

“Yes! Yes, Leroy! Cum in my pussy,” Cynthia begged, not knowing what had come over her, desperately needing to cum one last time. “Pump me full of your fuck-juice. Give me your baby, Leroy; I want a real man’s baby!”

The words of the delirious wife seemed to suck the cum right out of Leroy’s balls. He bellowed as his sperm shot up his cock and sprayed her womb. The helpless woman shuddered as the damn broke and a giant orgasm took possession of her body. Leroy held his cock buried in her pussy as he blew four more wads of cum, bombarding her waiting egg with millions of sperm.

Simultaneously, Ruth gave her boy’s little cock a definitive jerk and he began to come as well. Arthur’s thin jism flowed out of his little hole in short, pathetic spurts as his mother gently squeezed and massaged his tiny penis. “Oh, that’s so beautiful, Arthur!” his mother sighed. “You made a big mess in your pants at just the moment your wife was getting knocked up with her first black baby.” Removing her hand from inside his messy shorts and giving him her fingers to suck, Ruth cradled the head of her defeated son to her bosom. “This is a special day!”

Arthur sobbed with passion and shame. “Oh, Mother, Mother what am I going to do?” he wailed.

“It’s alright, sweetie pie. You’re going home with Mommy to let her take good care of you. I’ll talk to Jethro. I’m sure he will let you watch while he fucks me. Maybe he’ll even let you clean up my cum-drenched pussy with your tongue after he has shot his cum in me, the way he lets your father. I could even let you watch him make me pregnant next time.” At these words a final twitch sent a last spurt of semen oozing from Arthur’s limp little organ and he fell asleep.

Mable beamed at the sight of her fucked-out daughter, unconscious from the massive orgasm, her head lolling to one side and a silly grin on her face. Leroy started to pull out but his older lover placed a hand on his tight butt. “Hold it in there for a while longer stud until I get a pillow under her ass. Let’s keep all that baby-juice in where it will do us the most good. I want the little vixen to catch the first time. That way I won’t have to give you time off to try again if this doesn’t do it.”

“What?” Ruth asked in surprise. “How can you be so cruel? Now that Cynthia’s gotten a taste of what getting fucked by a real man is like, she can never be satisfied with Arthur’s attempts at sex. You’ve got to let Leroy keep fucking her.”

“Like Hell!” Mable replied. “I need all of that magnificent fuck machine I can get, especially now. Would you give be willing to share Jethro with her?”

“Well, of course not. Jethro can’t quite keep up with me as it is, but she is YOUR daughter.”

“But YOU’RE responsible for me having to use MY man to do the job YOUR useless SON was incapable of doing.”

“Now there’s no reason to get bitchy,” Ruth stiffened.

“Who are you calling a bitch, you overage slut!” Mable spat back.

“Miz Mable! Miz Ruth!” Leroy exclaimed, at last pulling his long, slick member out of Cynthia’s sperm-flooded pussy, alarmed at seeing the two friends argue. “It’s OK. It’s OK”

“It is NOT OK.” Mable retorted. “I’m not sharing you with my little slut daughter even if she is pregnant. You know I need you more than ever, right now, Leroy, baby.”

“I knows that, Miz Mable. M’ little brother Jethro tol’ me Miz Ruth be the same way. Since y’all’s gettin’ big with our babies again, y’all’s wearin’ us bof out, way y’all’s needin’ t’be fucked all the time. But I thinks I know what we kin do,”

Both women regarded him skeptically, but listened.

“We’s got another brother, name Darren. He jes twelve and his cock ain’t more’n ’bout nine inches, but he still growin’. I reckon he could take care of Miz Cynthia. He done pregged up seven little girls in his sixth grade class, two of his married teachers, and the principal’s wife.”

Ruth’s and Mable’s eyes grew wide in amazement as they both smiled.

“He sounds PERFECT,” the pregnant grandmothers-to-be agreed in unison.

The End.

 

In the Year Twenty Six Thirty Four

In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists.

First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In referencing others in my story I will only use their full name once and then – just like is done in 2634 in social situations – will refer to them only by their name without numerical modifiers.

In 2634 I was a historian at what you E21s would consider akin to a University, and one of few people skilled in both spoken and written English since it was deader to us in 2634 than Sanskrit is to you. Long ago Earth scientists developed institutional learning techniques so that people are born with the equivalent of what you E21s would consider an advanced college degree (including with our common language known as “Universal”) so what you knew of as Universities are very different. There are organizations still existing, which are no longer called Universities, where individuals specializing in certain areas of knowledge congregate, sometimes for amusement which is what much factual learning in our society is, or sometimes for advancement of some technical field or art.

While most of the changes that have occurred on Earth since the entire planet unified under one Technological Establishment – not really a government as you understand it – are probably not of interest to those of you E21s that are reading literotica, basic male-female relationships probably are of keen interest to you.

It was determined at the time of planet unification that what is called “marriage” by you E21s, in modified form but requiring monogamy, was a perfect social institution to insure proper procreation of the species and contentment, if not happiness. Proper procreation and child development are very important since colonization of other planets is what the prime objective was in 2634. Most children are conceived and raised to ultimately travel to and be part of the colonization of other worlds which is accomplished fairly simply with technology that in your E21s sci-fi jargon is roughly equivalent to “warp drive.”

While “marriage,” as I will call it for simplicity, still exists the concepts of romantic love and sexual lust are considered cute anachronisms. Male and female partners are matched together by computer algorithms that have been so refined over the years that they are virtually foolproof at establishing long-term relationships suitable for procreation and child development; and what are equivalent to your pharmaceuticals (although they are no longer ingested) exist to insure contentment even if initial marriage matches are not perfect. The equivalent of “divorce” is now as rare as Polyorchidism was in your day.

While homosexual marriages still exist they are also now rare in view of the societal emphasis on procreation and the controversial genetic engineering that took place at the time of planet unification which reduced genetic homosexuality to one in a million births.

As I earlier hinted at, my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, are much closer to what you E21s would consider the entertainment field rather than social science. I am closer to what an actor, singer, or magician would be to you E21s than I would be to an author of a college history textbook for E21s, and my name is one that most people on Earth would recognize.

As part of my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, I was more familiar than almost anyone else in 2634 with what you E21s knew as romantic love and sexual lust, which concepts were determined in ground breaking experiments at the end of the 21st century by MGNBI (magnetic gravitational nuclear-bond imaging) machines to be very closed linked. The term coined at that time was “romantic lust,” to me personally one of the most interesting terms in human history.

Marriage for almost all heterosexual earthlings over the age of 40 earth years (our lifespan is now roughly 250 earth years, and our fertile age from about 30-230 earth years) is mandatory without special dispensation from the Technological Establishment, with a commensurate responsibility to have at least three children during their fertile years. While procreation is still accomplished by penile penetration of a vagina and ejaculation of sperm into the cervix and then passage to the uterus and Fallopian tubes, the procreation act itself is no longer that which caused you E21s to author songs, stories, movies, or websites about. In fact a word or even thought comparable to the word “fuck” used so commonly and flagrantly by you E21s no longer exists in our Universal language. Intercourse is basically a sterile act, and certainly not a “fuck,” and there is no “mystique” associated with it. While most couples have a monthly “maintenance” session where impregnation is not the objective, some only have intercourse for the specific purpose of procreation.

That is not to say that people no longer discriminate as to whom they consider friends or want to associate with. There probably are still some deep-seated animal attractions that contribute to preferred social interactions between and among people, but the concept of “flirting” is also a cute anachronism.

Married couples do most activities together. The most notable exceptions are what are referred to as “lotto experiences.” Every time division (roughly equivalent to a month for E21s, so for simplicity I will call it a “month” hereafter) in each of the 350 districts on Earth a series of lotteries are conducted, with different prizes available for different lotteries. Sometimes multiple winners are specified for each prize, sometimes single winners; and sometimes the lottery prizes are different in different districts. Once having won a lottery a person cannot win another for ten earth years.

My wife Acamar00918 and I have a wide variety of friends and social acquaintances. This is at least in part due to the fact that I am in high demand as an entertainer at social gatherings because many people love to learn about outdated social mores, traditions, and civilizations, and because she has a heightened ability to provide an atmosphere conducive to conviviality.

This story revolves around Vega10233, a female who is married to Titus003693, a typical computer-matched heterosexual couple except of higher status than most. Titus is actually a “Grade 1 Manager” in the Technological Establishment of the district (District 003) that I live in. A Grade 1 Manager is very roughly equivalent to a combination of a governor of a state in the United States, a state senator, and a corporation CEO, to put it in terms E21s can relate to. Vega is a Grade 2 Manager in the same district.

Vega and I have a very strange relationship. We always seem to have heightened awareness of where the other is during a social gathering, and we have intellectual discussions often related to history, but the discussions are typically awkward because neither of us is particularly warm when interacting with the other. This is despite the fact that both my wife and I have warm interactions with Titus, and my wife Acamar has warm interactions with Vega.

Speaking for me my discomfort around Vega is due to a flushed feeling that permeates my extremities, my palms become moist, and my breathing becomes irregular, when I closely interact with her. I have consulted with renowned medical technicians (high level doctors to you E21s) who have given various unsatisfactory explanations.

Notwithstanding the inelegance of my interactions with Vega I probably have had more discussions with her about the romantic lust anachronism than with any other person, and she has virtually memorized the compilation (roughly equivalent to a digital book but delivered by ambient learning waves rather than the eye-to-brain connections associated with reading) on romantic lust that I authored and which is generally considered the most authoritative compilation on the subject throughout Earth, and particularly in District 003. In fact, Vega is the only person who I have come across willing to challenge some of my interpretations of factual or anecdotal historical information about romantic lust and has actually debated me on the subject in public forums.

In 2634 physical appearance also was not nearly as important as it was for E21s, although it played a very small part in computer matching. For example it was not appropriate to match someone seven feet (2.13 meters) tall with someone four feet eleven inches (1.5 meters) tall. However since physical appearance is important to you E21s I will briefly describe Vega and myself, Arcturus, in relationship to individuals well known to English speaking E21s.

In looks Vega most closely resembles a thirty year old Kate Middleton (first Duchess of Cambridge then later Queen consort, then later Queen consort mother). In looks I most closely resemble a thirty year old George Clooney. I am, based upon your E21s measuring systems, six inches (.15 meters) taller than Vega and we both have what E21s would consider athletic builds.

I, like almost the entire Earth population, always sign up for a lottery every month, but am normally indiscriminate as to what lottery I sign up for since my chances of winning are slim and there are few prizes that I covet – to the extent that any Earthling covets anything in 2634. However in the fourth month of 2634 a prize caught my eye. It was a near light speed nostalgia trip to a resort with a 21st century theme for the winner and anyone that he or she chose to travel with him or her, assuming that when interviewed the chosen person would agree to go. As a near light speed trip no significant amount of Earth time would pass during the trip; it would be perceived to last two weeks by the people on the trip, but only about four hours would pass on Earth.

Near light speed trips were rare for lottery prizes because of the expense. Nostalgia trips were not uncommon, however they were typically restricted to married couples, and I had never seen one purporting to be a 21st century one. This prize was also unusual in that the winners were confidential and it was possible to submit information about why one, as a participant, should be given a higher than statistical probability to win.

The first thought that came into my mind when I saw this lottery prize posting was the possibility of going on the trip with Vega. Why that popped into my head I really could not explain; nor could I explain the discomfort that I felt arising like it did when I closely interacted with Vega. Ignoring this reaction, I entered the lottery and submitted information about my knowledge of the 21st century in hopes that such a submission would raise my statistical probability to win.

My dreams over the next few days were disturbing. I would wake up in a sweat with Vega laughing or making eye contact only out of the corner of her eye, in all different types of environmental conditions. It got so that I started using a dream machine, something that I had not used since my youth.

The drawing for the 21st century nostalgia trip was eight days after it was advertised. I was informed at that time that I was one of two winners from District 003, the first time that I had ever won a lottery prize in my life. I was also informed that there were one or two winners from every district. It was necessary for me to make a list, in order of preference, of my companion for the nostalgia trip. I “wrote down” (not using E21 technology, but the equivalent) only two names; Vega first, then my wife Acamar.

I cursed myself after this submission, wondering why I listed Vega first – but I made no attempt to change the submission.

I was notified what date and time I should clear five hours from my schedule, four hours for the two week near light speed trip, and a half hour on either side of that for what E21s would consider akin to orientation and debriefing. Since on Earth local travel was essentially instantaneous, there was no need to allow additional time for that.

When I arrived at the appointed destination at the appointed time I was given typical E21 clothing, which I changed into, although I had a little difficulty with some of the fasteners since clothing in 2634 no longer had fasteners of any type. After changing I opened the door to the orientation room, using a doorknob, something that I had never actually used before, although of course I was familiar with them from my research.

The lottery official chuckled as both Vega and I walked into the orientation room through different entries but at the same time, Vega also dressed in typical E21 garments. Vega had a wry smile on her face; I immediately felt the disturbing physical manifestations that normally accompanied my interactions with Vega.

After nodding acknowledgment to Vega and greeting the lottery official he said “We’re ready to start orientation. Everything we say – and all your interactions – should be in the language most prevalent in E21 – English. You both do speak it, don’t you?”

We both nodded, but before our nods had run their course I blurted out “Excuse me, but aren’t there two more people from District 003. I was led to believe that there were two winners.”

“Oh there were,” he cackled. “You two are the winners, and you listed each other as your first choice for companion, something that has never happened before on a nostalgia trip. We at lottery central are pleased because that makes our job easier and reduces the costs.”

I wondered if Vega’s position as a Grade 2 Manager was the reason for this happy coincidence.

My extremities flushing, palm sweating, and labored breathing became more intense, and my mouth became dry to boot.

The only reason that the orientation took a half hour instead of the information being essentially instantly imparted by brain wave was because various physical devices had to be shown to and manipulated by us in order for there to be realism. I was dealing more with my physical manifestations than I was listening, but since I was an expert on the 21st century I was already familiar with all of what was being demonstrated except what the lottery official referred to as “adult toys.”

As Vega and I entered the “resort” to start our trip Vega exhibited body language that I had never seen before. Then she stopped, turned toward me, held my hand, looked me in the eye, and inquired “So, Arcturus, what is your explanation as to why you listed me first as your companion on this adventure?”

“Uh, well…,” I began to respond, wondering why I, who was never at a loss for words, was having trouble with articulation. “Uh…I honestly don’t know. Your name just inexplicably popped into my head. Why did you list me?”

“For someone preeminent in his field, you truly are naïve. You obviously haven’t figured out what I did ten Earth years ago, which was about five Earth years after I first met you; namely, that we have a romantic lust attraction to each other,” Vega smiled. “Either that or you’re suppressing it!”

“Uh…oh…no…that’s not possible,” I stammered, my neck suddenly feeling constricted even though nothing physical was restricting it. “No one has experienced romantic lust for at least two centuries.”

“Really – then why are you flushed and sweating, and why is your mouth dry and your neck bulging which are all – if you would understand your own compilation – anecdotal indications of romantic lust,” Vega snarled as much as said as she approached me and made frontal body contact. I felt her hand encircle my penis through my clothing as she sneered “And why is your penis hard despite the fact that no intercourse cream for a maintenance or procreation session has been applied to it?”

Then Vega pushed her lips into mine, something that resulted in an even more intense biological response from me, and when she removed her lips she said “It won’t be long, to use E21 jargon, before we’re fucking each other’s brains out Arcturus. If you can’t abide that thought then you better leave right now because we’re starting the trip in less than two minutes.”

My brain said “leave,” but for the first time that I could remember, certainly not since my youth, my body was not controlled by my brain. Instead of fleeing I pressed my lips against Vega’s. When we broke contact she smiled widely, took my arm, and walked toward the reception area of the resort.

The woman at the reception desked asked a wide variety of questions, about what activities we wanted to engage it, what entertainment devices we wanted to utilize, if we preferred having information transmitted to us using equipment that was period accurate instead of 2634 equipment-less technology, what food and beverages we preferred, and other things. Vega took the bull by the horns and answered all of the questions, a few times (such as her preference for period accurate equipment) turning to me with a smile and saying “Don’t you think that would be nice Arcturus?” Each time I simply nodded my assent.

Vega and I took the amusing bygone technologically simplistic device known as an “escalator” to you E21s up to our room on the second (and top) level of the “resort.” We held hands and smiled at each other as we did so. Our room had physical equipment that was quite accurate for what a hotel room would have had in E21. There was a king sized bed instead of the sleeping capsules that most people used in 2634, a shower stall instead of an instantaneous cleansing chamber that was common in 2634, and a television set connected to a DVD player rather than the ethereal video devices used in 2634. Dressers, a couch, a closet, and even a mini-bar, all with a suitably quaint “used” look to them, were provided.

Vega surprised me by her familiarity with the entire physical plant of our room. I was beginning to wonder whether she – even though she didn’t author compilations about it – wasn’t even more knowledgeable than I was about E21.

As she walked closely up to and faced me, while running a finger over my chest Vega said “Well, Arcturus, should we change into bathing suits and try out the water experience at the resort?” After she said that she flipped her long lustrous brown hair over her shoulder, and bit her lip. All of these were signs of the cute anachronism “flirting” that I had significantly dealt with in my latest compilation about E21 sexual behavior.

“Uh…sure…Vega,” I stammered in reply, obviously never having really experienced flirtatious behavior before, but noticing that I suddenly felt even warmer than just a few seconds before.

“We’ll need to shower to get clean, and since there are many places with water shortages in 2021,” apparently 2021 was the year Vega had decided we were in during our nostalgia tour, “we should shower together, don’t you think Arcturus?”

“Uh…sure…Vega,” was all that I could reply given my dry mouth, making me wonder if I could say anything but that in response to provocative comments and actions by and from her.

“I really wish you would help me remove these 2021 clothes, Arcturus,” Vega said while licking her lips. “I’m not sure how the fasteners work.”

“Uh…sure…Vega,” was my reply, although as soon as I said it I chastised myself by thinking “dream up something else to say Arcturus, you sound like an idiot repeating the same phrase over and over.”

I fumbled as I undid the buttons on Vega’s top, resulting in a diabolical grin crossing her face. I finally mastered the technique when I undid the last two and surprised myself by quickly pulling her top garment off of her shoulders and throwing it to the side. I had never worked a bra clasp before (in fact never had seen one like what Vega had on), but gaining confidence and motivation I quickly mastered it, and soon the bra joined the top on the floor.

Mammary glands were not worshipped in 2634; however it was apparent that my brain was quickly morphing into that of an E21’s mind. I was fascinated and excited by Vega’s mammary glands, which seemed to be flushed and have hard nipples. I was compelled to run my hands over them, even lightly twisting the nipples. Vega’s grin turned into a sigh, and then she closed her eyes and moaned as I suddenly took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Her body even started shaking.

I don’t know how long it was before I snapped out of the trance that I was in and moved my hands and mouth off of Vega’s breasts. I hadn’t even noticed that we had shuffled a few feet away from our initial location so that Vega’s back was now against an interior wall.

When Vega opened her eyes I moved my hands down to her lower body garment, unzipped a zipper, helped her step out of the garment, and then put fingers of both hands on her panties. Vega half-closed her eyes and sighed as I moved her panties down to her ankles and then helped her step out of them.

What was considered “oral” and “foreplay” in 2021 was no longer accepted in 2634, and if it was practiced it was rare, and by few. The look and scent from Vega’s vagina became irresistible to me, however, and first I touched it gingerly, then licked it, then seemed to entirely engage my face and fingers in and around it. I had a brief sensation of Vega grabbing my hair, but it was a minor distraction. It was no longer minor, however, when Vega screamed and pulled on my hair hard as her entire pelvic area shook.

The pelvic shake caused me to disengage from her vagina and I stood up. Vega was flustered, her face a meld of pain, pleasure, and surprise. When I again placed my hands on her breasts she opened her eyes, sighed, and then moaned “I do believe, Arcturus, that you just gave me what E21s called an ‘orgasm,’ and if I’m not mistaken a powerful one it was.”

Then Vega became weak-kneed and seemingly was about to collapse. I lifted her up, carried her the few steps to the couch, and sat her down. I noticed that her vagina was glistening, and her nipples even more prominent and harder than before.

When Vega regained complete awareness she asked “How were you able to accomplish that Arcturus?”

“It was solely instinct,” I honestly responded, a feeling of great satisfaction arising within me as a result of her words and her recent orgasm.

We chatted and giggled – people in 2634 never giggle – for a few minutes. Then with great resolve and a big smile Vega proclaimed “Now I need to undress you – and we both need a shower.”

We both stood again. I looked into Vega’s eyes and kept my hands on her breasts as much as I could as she unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it, then unzipped my trousers, helped me step out of them, and then discarded them too. With a giggle she pulled down my boxer shorts and snickered “My, what have we here?” as my rock hard penis sprang out. She hadn’t even helped me step out of my boxers before she was licking the underside of my penis. I almost passed out from the sensation of her tongue, then lips, on my male member.

Vega actually had no idea what she was doing, likely never having had a penis in her mouth before, but she did engulf most of my penis in her mouth. Vega only sucked a few times before I spontaneously ejaculated seminal fluid, with such suddenness and intensity that I fell back onto the couch. This dislodged my penis from her mouth after only one squirt into it, the rest of the squirts flying all over the place including into Vega’s hair and onto her face.

After I slight pause Vega chirped “awesome.” [There is no equivalent word in our Universal language, but from my studies I was quite sure of the significance of that word.] “Now we really do need a shower, Arcturus,” she laughed.

On wobbly legs, with Vega mostly propping me up as we moved, we stumbled into the shower. When Vega turned on the water by manipulating a knob, we were both shocked by the cold temperature of the water. We chuckled as we got out of the way of the stream – fortunately the shower stall was large – until it warmed up. “Wow, this place is truly realistic,” I grinned as Vega picked up a bar of soap and started moving it over my skin.

Vega and I washed each other off completely, our hands lingering at particularly sensitive parts of each other’s bodies, with much giggling and what in 2634 would be considered highly inappropriate touching. Finally we turned the water off and used towels to dry each other. “That was the most pleasurable cleansing experience of my life,” I chuckled.

“No shit Sherlock,” Vega replied – then we both burst out laughing at her use of such an ancient colloquial expression, one that had no counterpart in our Universal language, and one that likely no more than a handful of people on Earth knew about, let alone used.

Finally we got into bathing suits. Vega’s was one that was referred to as a “bikini” in 2021; mine “board shorts.”

The water park was fun. We went on a slide and tubes, swam, dunked each other, and dove off a diving board. I laughed more in the first hour we were at the park than I had in the last two months. The most fun, however, was learning to ride a surfboard in the wave generating part of the water park. It took me six tries, carefully monitored by an instructor, before I lasted more than a minute without falling. Vega was quite proud of herself that by the time I was up for a minute, she had already been up for five – and she had no apprehension about “subtly” pointing that out to me.

Once we were tired and water-logged, we again dried off with towels (not nearly as efficient as the technology of 2634) and ambled up to our room. We hung our wet bathing suits up in the bathroom and then naked lay next to each other on the bed, ultimately my arms encircling Vega’s tight body, and her head lying on my shoulder. I obviously fell asleep, because when Vega’s body moved as she started to sit upright I looked at the “alarm clock” next to the bed and an hour had mysteriously passed.

“I’ve never fallen asleep before in the afternoon, let alone outside a sleep capsule,” Vega chortled.

“Did we really fall asleep?” I rhetorically asked.

“Unless we were doing impressions of stones, I’d say ‘yes,'” she snickered.

We got dressed in some nicer period clothes than we had worn in the orientation room, and then went to dinner. It was an unusual though pleasurable experience, with humans who called themselves “waitresses” actually soliciting our preference and then serving our food. The food itself looked nothing like what we ate in 2634 but I’m sure was the same type of foodstuff only shaped into unusual forms and with odd colors.

After dinner, we danced – again something in 2634 unusual outside of theater. The music playing we were assured was E21 popular music. Although our movements attempting to get “in rhythm” with the beat were awkward at first we did get the hang of it, and dancing became highly enjoyable. Especially pleasurable were the dances that required intimate body contact, since Vega essentially molded herself to my form. It was a little disconcerting that my penis seemed to become a flagpole during intimate body contact, but rather than minding it Vega seemed to enjoy it.

After more than an hour of dancing, during one of our bodies-molded-together dances, Vega whispered into my ear “Let’s go to our room – I have a surprise for you.”

We smiled at each other, and walked hand-in-hand to the escalator.

When we got into our room Vega tenderly kissed me on the lips and then with a big grin said “We 27th century people don’t know how to act on our romantic lust. Therefore I’ve gotten some ‘instructional videos’ in a quaint form called ‘DVD.'”

With that Vega broke away from me, somehow managed to turn on the TV and get the DVD player to operate, and soon the screen was filled with images of E21s in bizarre settings. We sat down next to each other on the couch. “This video is in a class called ‘pornography,'” she giggled, another term that has no counterpart in our Universal language.

We watched speechless and in awe as on the screen a man and a woman seemed to passionately devour each other. They did things that I didn’t even know were possible – I certainly had never imagined them. I felt my body temperature rising throughout the video, and my penis was so hard that it hurt. In addition to the action the language was fascinating. The words “fuck,” “pussy,” “cock,” “cunt,” “balls,” “tits,” “ass,” and “clitoris,” were used dozens of times each, seemingly spurring the participants onto greater orgasmic heights.

After about an hour of the video, using a “remote,” Vega turned off the machines. Her eyes were almost bulging out of her head, she had a slight film of sweat on her skin – which was hot to the touch – and she was running her hand over her vagina. She stuck her tongue into my ear then whispered “Let’s see if we can top the fucking that we saw on the screen; I need your cock in my pussy as soon as possible!”

There was no slow removal of clothing after we viewed the pornography. Ripped cloth littered the floor as we meandered toward the bed with our lips scorching each other’s. As soon as we hit the bed, with Vega on her back, she spread her legs wide just like the female characters in the video did. It took me only a nanosecond to put the head of my cock onto her pussy lips. It wasn’t much longer before she was screaming in pleasure as I buried my cock completely in her snug wet pussy.

Vega and I jackhammered each other while constantly using language like that in the videos. “Fuck me, Oh God, fuck me delirious,” seemed to be her favorite expression. I mostly grunted while occasionally mumbling “Oh fuck that feels good.” We didn’t last nearly as long as the people in the video. I was soon ejaculating a river of cum into Vega’s pulsating pussy as she screamed, and I groaned, in orgasm.

As I lay in a seemingly semi-conscious state, her magnificent thighs still wrapped around my torso but no longer squeezing me, and as my cock lethargically stroked in and out of her pussy, I felt better than at any other time in my life. When I finally rolled off of Vega and we made eye contact it was clear that her euphoria was equal to mine.

“So that’s romantic lust?” I grumbled as I gazed into her absinthe green eyes.

“It’s even better than I thought possible,” she replied with a big smile, “although I’m sure that it has to be with the right partner.”

“Do you think that I’m the right partner for you?” I asked.

“Based not only on our fuck, but on the fact that ever since I met you I get a tingling in my crotch whenever I see you, and my skin gets hot, I’d say ‘yes.’ In fact as an E21 would say, ‘fuck yeah!'”

We both chuckled. Then we softly chatted about our experience as Vega played with my balls and I played with her tits. Suddenly she got a big smile on her face, sat up, and said “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

With that she reached into the nightstand near the bed and pulled out two injectors, 2634 highly advanced and entirely painless versions of the hypodermic needles of E21. “I know that they had little blue pills that helped with sex in 2021, but they weren’t super effective, and there was nothing comparable for women. However, using 2634 technology I had some scientists made up a better material that can both allow almost endless repeats of intercourse and enhance the experience even more. Care to give it a try?” she cackled.

One injector said “hers,” the other “his” in the Universal language.

“Why not?” I grinned.

“These work best in the ass,” she grinned right back.

I turned and she touched my ass with the “his” injector. I returned the favor with the “hers” injector.

No more than ten minutes passed before I started panting, and my cock got rock hard, and Vega started sweating and pawing her own tits. We did a perfunctory simultaneous oral attack on each other’s sex organs (quaintly called a “69” in the video), and then I turned Vega on her hands and knees in what the porno film called “doggy.”

Soon my cock was reciprocating in and out of Vega’s pussy at 100 miles an hour, my balls were banging against her with each stroke, and she was swearing a blue streak and banging back with everything that she had. It seemed like I shot a liter’s worth of seminal fluid into her energetic pussy while she shook, screamed, vibrated, and then went limp.

We proceeded to fuck more than half the time until our antiquated alarm clock rang at about eight the next morning. With each fuck we seemed to get better; impossibly the pleasure level continued to increase; and we found out more about each other’s bodies than we ever could have imagined was possible.

Over the next twelve days of our nostalgia trip we had great fun with all of the resort activities. However, by far the most fun related to sex. We watched a few more pornographic videos, but they didn’t provide much more in the way of instruction, although they did ramp up our lust for each other. We fucked in virtually every possible comfortable position including cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, The Wheelbarrow, The Hotseat, The Waterfall, and The Face-Off, to name the most desirable, and of course doggy and missionary. My favorite was The Face-Off; Vega’s The Hotseat. Since the injected material that Vega had compounded was extremely effective we fucked more than any couple in 2021 ever did – usually a dozen times a day!

On the last night of our nostalgia trip we were melancholy after a missionary fuck. As we lay in bed facing each other with only low ambient light a tear formed in Vega’s eye. “I don’t want this to end, Arcturus, ever!”

“Nor do I, Vega,” I replied trying to hold back tears myself.

“It doesn’t have to,” she responded staring into my eyes with her almost shimmering green eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We can go to a new world together – one where romantic lust is a viable option.”

“How could that work?” I inquired, puzzled.

“In my position as a Grade 2 Manager I can arrange it.”

“Won’t Titus object?”

“There are reasons – and I am not at liberty to disclose them to you, or anyone else for that matter – why Titus will not object. Aramus may be distraught – I have no way of knowing that – but I think that we can overcome any objection she might have. Are you willing to look into this with me?” she asked.

I only needed to think about a second before I replied “Does the Pope poop in the woods?” This malappropriate colloquialism, which we both had just recently learned, got a belly laugh from Vega.

“OK, here’s the plan,” she cackled as she slapped my hand away from her tit and continued “no fondling, this is serious.”

An hour later I was clued in to her entire plan, obviously well thought out and likely to work.

We didn’t fuck again that night, but we did sleep with my seemingly always hard cock longitudinally parting her pussy lips.

I always knew that Vega was an intelligent woman; however even I was surprised by not only her intelligence, but her common sense and purposefulness. Over the next two months as we executed her plan we found time to fuck almost every day – without the need of the injectors that we used during our nostalgia trip. We were now as experienced and passionate as any couple with romantic lust from 2021. However, since monogamy was prized in 2634 our sexual sessions were anti-social and there could have been severe consequences if we had been caught. Because of Vega’s intelligence and our discretion, we never were.

Two months and eight days after we returned from our nostalgia trip, Vega and I boarded a spacecraft, our romantic lust burning more brightly than ever. We had a 100 year supply of “his” and “her” injectors, and little else – but that was all that we needed since all of the practical things that we needed were on the spacecraft.

We were travelling to a planet with a 25% oxygen, 72 % nitrogen, and a smattering of other non-toxic gases atmosphere that had a mass 94.75% that of Earth’s, and with a variety of ecosystems and temperature ranges similar to what we believe Earth had in the 18th century. We were, with our companions on the spacecraft, going to be the first settlers, and as such we could name the planet whatever we wanted to (although it would be given a strictly numerical official name). “Vega’s Vision” seemed appropriate!

Titus and Aramus – now married to each other, both of their marriages having been dissolved by special action of the Technological Establishment – actually waved good-bye.

As soon as the craft hit what you E21s would call “warp speed” we christened our dual sleeping capsule with an all-time doggy fuck!

Vega and I are now fifty years into our journey (it’s 2684), we’ve got a more than viable colony on Vega’s Vision, and one half of the adult couples are in romantic lust relationships. We’re not just content like we were on Earth; we are unequivocally happy!

 

In the Year Twenty Six Thirty Four

In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists.

First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In referencing others in my story I will only use their full name once and then – just like is done in 2634 in social situations – will refer to them only by their name without numerical modifiers.

In 2634 I was a historian at what you E21s would consider akin to a University, and one of few people skilled in both spoken and written English since it was deader to us in 2634 than Sanskrit is to you. Long ago Earth scientists developed institutional learning techniques so that people are born with the equivalent of what you E21s would consider an advanced college degree (including with our common language known as “Universal”) so what you knew of as Universities are very different. There are organizations still existing, which are no longer called Universities, where individuals specializing in certain areas of knowledge congregate, sometimes for amusement which is what much factual learning in our society is, or sometimes for advancement of some technical field or art.

While most of the changes that have occurred on Earth since the entire planet unified under one Technological Establishment – not really a government as you understand it – are probably not of interest to those of you E21s that are reading literotica, basic male-female relationships probably are of keen interest to you.

It was determined at the time of planet unification that what is called “marriage” by you E21s, in modified form but requiring monogamy, was a perfect social institution to insure proper procreation of the species and contentment, if not happiness. Proper procreation and child development are very important since colonization of other planets is what the prime objective was in 2634. Most children are conceived and raised to ultimately travel to and be part of the colonization of other worlds which is accomplished fairly simply with technology that in your E21s sci-fi jargon is roughly equivalent to “warp drive.”

While “marriage,” as I will call it for simplicity, still exists the concepts of romantic love and sexual lust are considered cute anachronisms. Male and female partners are matched together by computer algorithms that have been so refined over the years that they are virtually foolproof at establishing long-term relationships suitable for procreation and child development; and what are equivalent to your pharmaceuticals (although they are no longer ingested) exist to insure contentment even if initial marriage matches are not perfect. The equivalent of “divorce” is now as rare as Polyorchidism was in your day.

While homosexual marriages still exist they are also now rare in view of the societal emphasis on procreation and the controversial genetic engineering that took place at the time of planet unification which reduced genetic homosexuality to one in a million births.

As I earlier hinted at, my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, are much closer to what you E21s would consider the entertainment field rather than social science. I am closer to what an actor, singer, or magician would be to you E21s than I would be to an author of a college history textbook for E21s, and my name is one that most people on Earth would recognize.

As part of my interest in history, and my “profession” as a historian, I was more familiar than almost anyone else in 2634 with what you E21s knew as romantic love and sexual lust, which concepts were determined in ground breaking experiments at the end of the 21st century by MGNBI (magnetic gravitational nuclear-bond imaging) machines to be very closed linked. The term coined at that time was “romantic lust,” to me personally one of the most interesting terms in human history.

Marriage for almost all heterosexual earthlings over the age of 40 earth years (our lifespan is now roughly 250 earth years, and our fertile age from about 30-230 earth years) is mandatory without special dispensation from the Technological Establishment, with a commensurate responsibility to have at least three children during their fertile years. While procreation is still accomplished by penile penetration of a vagina and ejaculation of sperm into the cervix and then passage to the uterus and Fallopian tubes, the procreation act itself is no longer that which caused you E21s to author songs, stories, movies, or websites about. In fact a word or even thought comparable to the word “fuck” used so commonly and flagrantly by you E21s no longer exists in our Universal language. Intercourse is basically a sterile act, and certainly not a “fuck,” and there is no “mystique” associated with it. While most couples have a monthly “maintenance” session where impregnation is not the objective, some only have intercourse for the specific purpose of procreation.

That is not to say that people no longer discriminate as to whom they consider friends or want to associate with. There probably are still some deep-seated animal attractions that contribute to preferred social interactions between and among people, but the concept of “flirting” is also a cute anachronism.

Married couples do most activities together. The most notable exceptions are what are referred to as “lotto experiences.” Every time division (roughly equivalent to a month for E21s, so for simplicity I will call it a “month” hereafter) in each of the 350 districts on Earth a series of lotteries are conducted, with different prizes available for different lotteries. Sometimes multiple winners are specified for each prize, sometimes single winners; and sometimes the lottery prizes are different in different districts. Once having won a lottery a person cannot win another for ten earth years.

My wife Acamar00918 and I have a wide variety of friends and social acquaintances. This is at least in part due to the fact that I am in high demand as an entertainer at social gatherings because many people love to learn about outdated social mores, traditions, and civilizations, and because she has a heightened ability to provide an atmosphere conducive to conviviality.

This story revolves around Vega10233, a female who is married to Titus003693, a typical computer-matched heterosexual couple except of higher status than most. Titus is actually a “Grade 1 Manager” in the Technological Establishment of the district (District 003) that I live in. A Grade 1 Manager is very roughly equivalent to a combination of a governor of a state in the United States, a state senator, and a corporation CEO, to put it in terms E21s can relate to. Vega is a Grade 2 Manager in the same district.

Vega and I have a very strange relationship. We always seem to have heightened awareness of where the other is during a social gathering, and we have intellectual discussions often related to history, but the discussions are typically awkward because neither of us is particularly warm when interacting with the other. This is despite the fact that both my wife and I have warm interactions with Titus, and my wife Acamar has warm interactions with Vega.

Speaking for me my discomfort around Vega is due to a flushed feeling that permeates my extremities, my palms become moist, and my breathing becomes irregular, when I closely interact with her. I have consulted with renowned medical technicians (high level doctors to you E21s) who have given various unsatisfactory explanations.

Notwithstanding the inelegance of my interactions with Vega I probably have had more discussions with her about the romantic lust anachronism than with any other person, and she has virtually memorized the compilation (roughly equivalent to a digital book but delivered by ambient learning waves rather than the eye-to-brain connections associated with reading) on romantic lust that I authored and which is generally considered the most authoritative compilation on the subject throughout Earth, and particularly in District 003. In fact, Vega is the only person who I have come across willing to challenge some of my interpretations of factual or anecdotal historical information about romantic lust and has actually debated me on the subject in public forums.

In 2634 physical appearance also was not nearly as important as it was for E21s, although it played a very small part in computer matching. For example it was not appropriate to match someone seven feet (2.13 meters) tall with someone four feet eleven inches (1.5 meters) tall. However since physical appearance is important to you E21s I will briefly describe Vega and myself, Arcturus, in relationship to individuals well known to English speaking E21s.

In looks Vega most closely resembles a thirty year old Kate Middleton (first Duchess of Cambridge then later Queen consort, then later Queen consort mother). In looks I most closely resemble a thirty year old George Clooney. I am, based upon your E21s measuring systems, six inches (.15 meters) taller than Vega and we both have what E21s would consider athletic builds.

I, like almost the entire Earth population, always sign up for a lottery every month, but am normally indiscriminate as to what lottery I sign up for since my chances of winning are slim and there are few prizes that I covet – to the extent that any Earthling covets anything in 2634. However in the fourth month of 2634 a prize caught my eye. It was a near light speed nostalgia trip to a resort with a 21st century theme for the winner and anyone that he or she chose to travel with him or her, assuming that when interviewed the chosen person would agree to go. As a near light speed trip no significant amount of Earth time would pass during the trip; it would be perceived to last two weeks by the people on the trip, but only about four hours would pass on Earth.

Near light speed trips were rare for lottery prizes because of the expense. Nostalgia trips were not uncommon, however they were typically restricted to married couples, and I had never seen one purporting to be a 21st century one. This prize was also unusual in that the winners were confidential and it was possible to submit information about why one, as a participant, should be given a higher than statistical probability to win.

The first thought that came into my mind when I saw this lottery prize posting was the possibility of going on the trip with Vega. Why that popped into my head I really could not explain; nor could I explain the discomfort that I felt arising like it did when I closely interacted with Vega. Ignoring this reaction, I entered the lottery and submitted information about my knowledge of the 21st century in hopes that such a submission would raise my statistical probability to win.

My dreams over the next few days were disturbing. I would wake up in a sweat with Vega laughing or making eye contact only out of the corner of her eye, in all different types of environmental conditions. It got so that I started using a dream machine, something that I had not used since my youth.

The drawing for the 21st century nostalgia trip was eight days after it was advertised. I was informed at that time that I was one of two winners from District 003, the first time that I had ever won a lottery prize in my life. I was also informed that there were one or two winners from every district. It was necessary for me to make a list, in order of preference, of my companion for the nostalgia trip. I “wrote down” (not using E21 technology, but the equivalent) only two names; Vega first, then my wife Acamar.

I cursed myself after this submission, wondering why I listed Vega first – but I made no attempt to change the submission.

I was notified what date and time I should clear five hours from my schedule, four hours for the two week near light speed trip, and a half hour on either side of that for what E21s would consider akin to orientation and debriefing. Since on Earth local travel was essentially instantaneous, there was no need to allow additional time for that.

When I arrived at the appointed destination at the appointed time I was given typical E21 clothing, which I changed into, although I had a little difficulty with some of the fasteners since clothing in 2634 no longer had fasteners of any type. After changing I opened the door to the orientation room, using a doorknob, something that I had never actually used before, although of course I was familiar with them from my research.

The lottery official chuckled as both Vega and I walked into the orientation room through different entries but at the same time, Vega also dressed in typical E21 garments. Vega had a wry smile on her face; I immediately felt the disturbing physical manifestations that normally accompanied my interactions with Vega.

After nodding acknowledgment to Vega and greeting the lottery official he said “We’re ready to start orientation. Everything we say – and all your interactions – should be in the language most prevalent in E21 – English. You both do speak it, don’t you?”

We both nodded, but before our nods had run their course I blurted out “Excuse me, but aren’t there two more people from District 003. I was led to believe that there were two winners.”

“Oh there were,” he cackled. “You two are the winners, and you listed each other as your first choice for companion, something that has never happened before on a nostalgia trip. We at lottery central are pleased because that makes our job easier and reduces the costs.”

I wondered if Vega’s position as a Grade 2 Manager was the reason for this happy coincidence.

My extremities flushing, palm sweating, and labored breathing became more intense, and my mouth became dry to boot.

The only reason that the orientation took a half hour instead of the information being essentially instantly imparted by brain wave was because various physical devices had to be shown to and manipulated by us in order for there to be realism. I was dealing more with my physical manifestations than I was listening, but since I was an expert on the 21st century I was already familiar with all of what was being demonstrated except what the lottery official referred to as “adult toys.”

As Vega and I entered the “resort” to start our trip Vega exhibited body language that I had never seen before. Then she stopped, turned toward me, held my hand, looked me in the eye, and inquired “So, Arcturus, what is your explanation as to why you listed me first as your companion on this adventure?”

“Uh, well…,” I began to respond, wondering why I, who was never at a loss for words, was having trouble with articulation. “Uh…I honestly don’t know. Your name just inexplicably popped into my head. Why did you list me?”

“For someone preeminent in his field, you truly are naïve. You obviously haven’t figured out what I did ten Earth years ago, which was about five Earth years after I first met you; namely, that we have a romantic lust attraction to each other,” Vega smiled. “Either that or you’re suppressing it!”

“Uh…oh…no…that’s not possible,” I stammered, my neck suddenly feeling constricted even though nothing physical was restricting it. “No one has experienced romantic lust for at least two centuries.”

“Really – then why are you flushed and sweating, and why is your mouth dry and your neck bulging which are all – if you would understand your own compilation – anecdotal indications of romantic lust,” Vega snarled as much as said as she approached me and made frontal body contact. I felt her hand encircle my penis through my clothing as she sneered “And why is your penis hard despite the fact that no intercourse cream for a maintenance or procreation session has been applied to it?”

Then Vega pushed her lips into mine, something that resulted in an even more intense biological response from me, and when she removed her lips she said “It won’t be long, to use E21 jargon, before we’re fucking each other’s brains out Arcturus. If you can’t abide that thought then you better leave right now because we’re starting the trip in less than two minutes.”

My brain said “leave,” but for the first time that I could remember, certainly not since my youth, my body was not controlled by my brain. Instead of fleeing I pressed my lips against Vega’s. When we broke contact she smiled widely, took my arm, and walked toward the reception area of the resort.

The woman at the reception desked asked a wide variety of questions, about what activities we wanted to engage it, what entertainment devices we wanted to utilize, if we preferred having information transmitted to us using equipment that was period accurate instead of 2634 equipment-less technology, what food and beverages we preferred, and other things. Vega took the bull by the horns and answered all of the questions, a few times (such as her preference for period accurate equipment) turning to me with a smile and saying “Don’t you think that would be nice Arcturus?” Each time I simply nodded my assent.

Vega and I took the amusing bygone technologically simplistic device known as an “escalator” to you E21s up to our room on the second (and top) level of the “resort.” We held hands and smiled at each other as we did so. Our room had physical equipment that was quite accurate for what a hotel room would have had in E21. There was a king sized bed instead of the sleeping capsules that most people used in 2634, a shower stall instead of an instantaneous cleansing chamber that was common in 2634, and a television set connected to a DVD player rather than the ethereal video devices used in 2634. Dressers, a couch, a closet, and even a mini-bar, all with a suitably quaint “used” look to them, were provided.

Vega surprised me by her familiarity with the entire physical plant of our room. I was beginning to wonder whether she – even though she didn’t author compilations about it – wasn’t even more knowledgeable than I was about E21.

As she walked closely up to and faced me, while running a finger over my chest Vega said “Well, Arcturus, should we change into bathing suits and try out the water experience at the resort?” After she said that she flipped her long lustrous brown hair over her shoulder, and bit her lip. All of these were signs of the cute anachronism “flirting” that I had significantly dealt with in my latest compilation about E21 sexual behavior.

“Uh…sure…Vega,” I stammered in reply, obviously never having really experienced flirtatious behavior before, but noticing that I suddenly felt even warmer than just a few seconds before.

“We’ll need to shower to get clean, and since there are many places with water shortages in 2021,” apparently 2021 was the year Vega had decided we were in during our nostalgia tour, “we should shower together, don’t you think Arcturus?”

“Uh…sure…Vega,” was all that I could reply given my dry mouth, making me wonder if I could say anything but that in response to provocative comments and actions by and from her.

“I really wish you would help me remove these 2021 clothes, Arcturus,” Vega said while licking her lips. “I’m not sure how the fasteners work.”

“Uh…sure…Vega,” was my reply, although as soon as I said it I chastised myself by thinking “dream up something else to say Arcturus, you sound like an idiot repeating the same phrase over and over.”

I fumbled as I undid the buttons on Vega’s top, resulting in a diabolical grin crossing her face. I finally mastered the technique when I undid the last two and surprised myself by quickly pulling her top garment off of her shoulders and throwing it to the side. I had never worked a bra clasp before (in fact never had seen one like what Vega had on), but gaining confidence and motivation I quickly mastered it, and soon the bra joined the top on the floor.

Mammary glands were not worshipped in 2634; however it was apparent that my brain was quickly morphing into that of an E21’s mind. I was fascinated and excited by Vega’s mammary glands, which seemed to be flushed and have hard nipples. I was compelled to run my hands over them, even lightly twisting the nipples. Vega’s grin turned into a sigh, and then she closed her eyes and moaned as I suddenly took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Her body even started shaking.

I don’t know how long it was before I snapped out of the trance that I was in and moved my hands and mouth off of Vega’s breasts. I hadn’t even noticed that we had shuffled a few feet away from our initial location so that Vega’s back was now against an interior wall.

When Vega opened her eyes I moved my hands down to her lower body garment, unzipped a zipper, helped her step out of the garment, and then put fingers of both hands on her panties. Vega half-closed her eyes and sighed as I moved her panties down to her ankles and then helped her step out of them.

What was considered “oral” and “foreplay” in 2021 was no longer accepted in 2634, and if it was practiced it was rare, and by few. The look and scent from Vega’s vagina became irresistible to me, however, and first I touched it gingerly, then licked it, then seemed to entirely engage my face and fingers in and around it. I had a brief sensation of Vega grabbing my hair, but it was a minor distraction. It was no longer minor, however, when Vega screamed and pulled on my hair hard as her entire pelvic area shook.

The pelvic shake caused me to disengage from her vagina and I stood up. Vega was flustered, her face a meld of pain, pleasure, and surprise. When I again placed my hands on her breasts she opened her eyes, sighed, and then moaned “I do believe, Arcturus, that you just gave me what E21s called an ‘orgasm,’ and if I’m not mistaken a powerful one it was.”

Then Vega became weak-kneed and seemingly was about to collapse. I lifted her up, carried her the few steps to the couch, and sat her down. I noticed that her vagina was glistening, and her nipples even more prominent and harder than before.

When Vega regained complete awareness she asked “How were you able to accomplish that Arcturus?”

“It was solely instinct,” I honestly responded, a feeling of great satisfaction arising within me as a result of her words and her recent orgasm.

We chatted and giggled – people in 2634 never giggle – for a few minutes. Then with great resolve and a big smile Vega proclaimed “Now I need to undress you – and we both need a shower.”

We both stood again. I looked into Vega’s eyes and kept my hands on her breasts as much as I could as she unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it, then unzipped my trousers, helped me step out of them, and then discarded them too. With a giggle she pulled down my boxer shorts and snickered “My, what have we here?” as my rock hard penis sprang out. She hadn’t even helped me step out of my boxers before she was licking the underside of my penis. I almost passed out from the sensation of her tongue, then lips, on my male member.

Vega actually had no idea what she was doing, likely never having had a penis in her mouth before, but she did engulf most of my penis in her mouth. Vega only sucked a few times before I spontaneously ejaculated seminal fluid, with such suddenness and intensity that I fell back onto the couch. This dislodged my penis from her mouth after only one squirt into it, the rest of the squirts flying all over the place including into Vega’s hair and onto her face.

After I slight pause Vega chirped “awesome.” [There is no equivalent word in our Universal language, but from my studies I was quite sure of the significance of that word.] “Now we really do need a shower, Arcturus,” she laughed.

On wobbly legs, with Vega mostly propping me up as we moved, we stumbled into the shower. When Vega turned on the water by manipulating a knob, we were both shocked by the cold temperature of the water. We chuckled as we got out of the way of the stream – fortunately the shower stall was large – until it warmed up. “Wow, this place is truly realistic,” I grinned as Vega picked up a bar of soap and started moving it over my skin.

Vega and I washed each other off completely, our hands lingering at particularly sensitive parts of each other’s bodies, with much giggling and what in 2634 would be considered highly inappropriate touching. Finally we turned the water off and used towels to dry each other. “That was the most pleasurable cleansing experience of my life,” I chuckled.

“No shit Sherlock,” Vega replied – then we both burst out laughing at her use of such an ancient colloquial expression, one that had no counterpart in our Universal language, and one that likely no more than a handful of people on Earth knew about, let alone used.

Finally we got into bathing suits. Vega’s was one that was referred to as a “bikini” in 2021; mine “board shorts.”

The water park was fun. We went on a slide and tubes, swam, dunked each other, and dove off a diving board. I laughed more in the first hour we were at the park than I had in the last two months. The most fun, however, was learning to ride a surfboard in the wave generating part of the water park. It took me six tries, carefully monitored by an instructor, before I lasted more than a minute without falling. Vega was quite proud of herself that by the time I was up for a minute, she had already been up for five – and she had no apprehension about “subtly” pointing that out to me.

Once we were tired and water-logged, we again dried off with towels (not nearly as efficient as the technology of 2634) and ambled up to our room. We hung our wet bathing suits up in the bathroom and then naked lay next to each other on the bed, ultimately my arms encircling Vega’s tight body, and her head lying on my shoulder. I obviously fell asleep, because when Vega’s body moved as she started to sit upright I looked at the “alarm clock” next to the bed and an hour had mysteriously passed.

“I’ve never fallen asleep before in the afternoon, let alone outside a sleep capsule,” Vega chortled.

“Did we really fall asleep?” I rhetorically asked.

“Unless we were doing impressions of stones, I’d say ‘yes,’” she snickered.

We got dressed in some nicer period clothes than we had worn in the orientation room, and then went to dinner. It was an unusual though pleasurable experience, with humans who called themselves “waitresses” actually soliciting our preference and then serving our food. The food itself looked nothing like what we ate in 2634 but I’m sure was the same type of foodstuff only shaped into unusual forms and with odd colors.

After dinner, we danced – again something in 2634 unusual outside of theater. The music playing we were assured was E21 popular music. Although our movements attempting to get “in rhythm” with the beat were awkward at first we did get the hang of it, and dancing became highly enjoyable. Especially pleasurable were the dances that required intimate body contact, since Vega essentially molded herself to my form. It was a little disconcerting that my penis seemed to become a flagpole during intimate body contact, but rather than minding it Vega seemed to enjoy it.

After more than an hour of dancing, during one of our bodies-molded-together dances, Vega whispered into my ear “Let’s go to our room – I have a surprise for you.”

We smiled at each other, and walked hand-in-hand to the escalator.

When we got into our room Vega tenderly kissed me on the lips and then with a big grin said “We 27th century people don’t know how to act on our romantic lust. Therefore I’ve gotten some ‘instructional videos’ in a quaint form called ‘DVD.’”

With that Vega broke away from me, somehow managed to turn on the TV and get the DVD player to operate, and soon the screen was filled with images of E21s in bizarre settings. We sat down next to each other on the couch. “This video is in a class called ‘pornography,’” she giggled, another term that has no counterpart in our Universal language.

We watched speechless and in awe as on the screen a man and a woman seemed to passionately devour each other. They did things that I didn’t even know were possible – I certainly had never imagined them. I felt my body temperature rising throughout the video, and my penis was so hard that it hurt. In addition to the action the language was fascinating. The words “fuck,” “pussy,” “cock,” “cunt,” “balls,” “tits,” “ass,” and “clitoris,” were used dozens of times each, seemingly spurring the participants onto greater orgasmic heights.

After about an hour of the video, using a “remote,” Vega turned off the machines. Her eyes were almost bulging out of her head, she had a slight film of sweat on her skin – which was hot to the touch – and she was running her hand over her vagina. She stuck her tongue into my ear then whispered “Let’s see if we can top the fucking that we saw on the screen; I need your cock in my pussy as soon as possible!”

There was no slow removal of clothing after we viewed the pornography. Ripped cloth littered the floor as we meandered toward the bed with our lips scorching each other’s. As soon as we hit the bed, with Vega on her back, she spread her legs wide just like the female characters in the video did. It took me only a nanosecond to put the head of my cock onto her pussy lips. It wasn’t much longer before she was screaming in pleasure as I buried my cock completely in her snug wet pussy.

Vega and I jackhammered each other while constantly using language like that in the videos. “Fuck me, Oh God, fuck me delirious,” seemed to be her favorite expression. I mostly grunted while occasionally mumbling “Oh fuck that feels good.” We didn’t last nearly as long as the people in the video. I was soon ejaculating a river of cum into Vega’s pulsating pussy as she screamed, and I groaned, in orgasm.

As I lay in a seemingly semi-conscious state, her magnificent thighs still wrapped around my torso but no longer squeezing me, and as my cock lethargically stroked in and out of her pussy, I felt better than at any other time in my life. When I finally rolled off of Vega and we made eye contact it was clear that her euphoria was equal to mine.

“So that’s romantic lust?” I grumbled as I gazed into her absinthe green eyes.

“It’s even better than I thought possible,” she replied with a big smile, “although I’m sure that it has to be with the right partner.”

“Do you think that I’m the right partner for you?” I asked.

“Based not only on our fuck, but on the fact that ever since I met you I get a tingling in my crotch whenever I see you, and my skin gets hot, I’d say ‘yes.’ In fact as an E21 would say, ‘fuck yeah!’”

We both chuckled. Then we softly chatted about our experience as Vega played with my balls and I played with her tits. Suddenly she got a big smile on her face, sat up, and said “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

With that she reached into the nightstand near the bed and pulled out two injectors, 2634 highly advanced and entirely painless versions of the hypodermic needles of E21. “I know that they had little blue pills that helped with sex in 2021, but they weren’t super effective, and there was nothing comparable for women. However, using 2634 technology I had some scientists made up a better material that can both allow almost endless repeats of intercourse and enhance the experience even more. Care to give it a try?” she cackled.

One injector said “hers,” the other “his” in the Universal language.

“Why not?” I grinned.

“These work best in the ass,” she grinned right back.

I turned and she touched my ass with the “his” injector. I returned the favor with the “hers” injector.

No more than ten minutes passed before I started panting, and my cock got rock hard, and Vega started sweating and pawing her own tits. We did a perfunctory simultaneous oral attack on each other’s sex organs (quaintly called a “69” in the video), and then I turned Vega on her hands and knees in what the porno film called “doggy.”

Soon my cock was reciprocating in and out of Vega’s pussy at 100 miles an hour, my balls were banging against her with each stroke, and she was swearing a blue streak and banging back with everything that she had. It seemed like I shot a liter’s worth of seminal fluid into her energetic pussy while she shook, screamed, vibrated, and then went limp.

We proceeded to fuck more than half the time until our antiquated alarm clock rang at about eight the next morning. With each fuck we seemed to get better; impossibly the pleasure level continued to increase; and we found out more about each other’s bodies than we ever could have imagined was possible.

Over the next twelve days of our nostalgia trip we had great fun with all of the resort activities. However, by far the most fun related to sex. We watched a few more pornographic videos, but they didn’t provide much more in the way of instruction, although they did ramp up our lust for each other. We fucked in virtually every possible comfortable position including cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, The Wheelbarrow, The Hotseat, The Waterfall, and The Face-Off, to name the most desirable, and of course doggy and missionary. My favorite was The Face-Off; Vega’s The Hotseat. Since the injected material that Vega had compounded was extremely effective we fucked more than any couple in 2021 ever did – usually a dozen times a day!

On the last night of our nostalgia trip we were melancholy after a missionary fuck. As we lay in bed facing each other with only low ambient light a tear formed in Vega’s eye. “I don’t want this to end, Arcturus, ever!”

“Nor do I, Vega,” I replied trying to hold back tears myself.

“It doesn’t have to,” she responded staring into my eyes with her almost shimmering green eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We can go to a new world together – one where romantic lust is a viable option.”

“How could that work?” I inquired, puzzled.

“In my position as a Grade 2 Manager I can arrange it.”

“Won’t Titus object?”

“There are reasons – and I am not at liberty to disclose them to you, or anyone else for that matter – why Titus will not object. Aramus may be distraught – I have no way of knowing that – but I think that we can overcome any objection she might have. Are you willing to look into this with me?” she asked.

I only needed to think about a second before I replied “Does the Pope poop in the woods?” This malappropriate colloquialism, which we both had just recently learned, got a belly laugh from Vega.

“OK, here’s the plan,” she cackled as she slapped my hand away from her tit and continued “no fondling, this is serious.”

An hour later I was clued in to her entire plan, obviously well thought out and likely to work.

We didn’t fuck again that night, but we did sleep with my seemingly always hard cock longitudinally parting her pussy lips.

I always knew that Vega was an intelligent woman; however even I was surprised by not only her intelligence, but her common sense and purposefulness. Over the next two months as we executed her plan we found time to fuck almost every day – without the need of the injectors that we used during our nostalgia trip. We were now as experienced and passionate as any couple with romantic lust from 2021. However, since monogamy was prized in 2634 our sexual sessions were anti-social and there could have been severe consequences if we had been caught. Because of Vega’s intelligence and our discretion, we never were.

Two months and eight days after we returned from our nostalgia trip, Vega and I boarded a spacecraft, our romantic lust burning more brightly than ever. We had a 100 year supply of “his” and “her” injectors, and little else – but that was all that we needed since all of the practical things that we needed were on the spacecraft.

We were travelling to a planet with a 25% oxygen, 72 % nitrogen, and a smattering of other non-toxic gases atmosphere that had a mass 94.75% that of Earth’s, and with a variety of ecosystems and temperature ranges similar to what we believe Earth had in the 18th century. We were, with our companions on the spacecraft, going to be the first settlers, and as such we could name the planet whatever we wanted to (although it would be given a strictly numerical official name). “Vega’s Vision” seemed appropriate!

Titus and Aramus – now married to each other, both of their marriages having been dissolved by special action of the Technological Establishment – actually waved good-bye.

As soon as the craft hit what you E21s would call “warp speed” we christened our dual sleeping capsule with an all-time doggy fuck!

Vega and I are now fifty years into our journey (it’s 2684), we’ve got a more than viable colony on Vega’s Vision, and one half of the adult couples are in romantic lust relationships. We’re not just content like we were on Earth; we are unequivocally happy!