The Healer and the Scout - Part 1

That smell of canvas. It fills your nose. Luckily it’s mostly that and the smell of distilled spirits used to clean the wounded that fills the air of the Healing Tent. You’ve lost track of how many weeks you and the others have been here. Originally the Queen’s dispatch said that you would have a ‘building to cleanse and heal those damaged by the fighting’. But what Her Majesty didn’t know is the military officers and sorcerers took every sound structure in the area and turned into an operational outpost or barracks.

When you pleaded your case, both the army and the mages, stood together saying that they needed sturdy and secure places for conducting and planning the war. It wasn’t their fault that the hobgoblin army and their shaman destroyed everything larger than a farm house.

You’ve operated in field conditions before, and the sorcerers provided you their best and largest tents. Larger than yours alone, so there is plenty of room for the wounded to recover. You walk between the cots filled with recovering people. Many of the younger medics are maintaining those that they can. You stop and talk to one that you don’t know well, “Are there any problems? Is there any sign of infection?”

She looks up at you as she removes an herb-infused bandage and replaces it with a plain, clean one. “No, Mistress Healer. If I find anything beyond my herbalist skills, I’ll request help from you or one of the other healers.”

“Very good.” You say and move to the next one. That’s why you didn’t know her, she’s one of the herbalists. They, along with the surgeons, can treat and cure most of those who are sick or wounded, allowing the healers to save their magic for when it is truly needed.

When you first arrived, the worst of the fighting was still going on, so you set up a schedule of work and rest for the healers. A healer drained of their magic is of limited use, so rest, to replenish magic is as important as eating.

The herbalists and surgeons set up their own schedules, but it was your job to coordinate all of them. Their skills and knowledge is different than yours and many times, needed more.

Those first weeks could have drained and exhausted everyone, which would have left many wounded untended. But you balanced it all, and saved as many as you could.

Now, the sorcerers and the army have pushed the hobgoblins and their shaman back to their side of the border, so things are calmer. It allows those in the Healing Tent, time to recover and return to their lives. The scouts and knights are patrolling and keeping the area safe for now.

You finish your daily check of the Tent and head for the field kitchen and the dining tent. Before you get there, a warning horn is sounded as a pair of riders head straight for the Healing Tent. You see arrow fletching sticking out from chest of one. “Mistress Healer. Wounded Scout!”

It’s the thing you dread most. “Off the horse and lie him on the table.” You yell.

The surgeon is also there. The leather armour fasteners are cut but everyone waits for you to look at him. The other scout is checked by an herbalist while you focus on his partner. Not a lot of blood visible, but the armour and arrows are probably holding it in. You close your eyes, let the magic flow. Without opening them, you “see” clearly into the chest of the man. One arrow went between his ribs and was stopped by the backplate of his armour. Using the magic, you look carefully at the barbed arrowhead. The hobgoblin arrows are wicked and have to be pushed through. You tell the surgeon. “That one is a straight through, but passed through the lung.” He nods and has his assistants bring the wet bindings that will make a temporary seal, and keep his lung from collapsing. You shift your focus to the other arrow. The breastbone is nicked and one of the ribs is cracked. The arrow was stopped by where his ribs connect. “We’ll have to move and push this one through too, but I’ll also try to heal some of the damage.”

An assistant shortens the shafts and clips off the fletchings, as a couple of others ready to remove his chest plate. “When I say, pull it off.” You direct as you still watch the arrowhead. There is an artery that is nicked but not fully severed. If the barbs shift the wrong direction, they will slice through it. You put some healing force into him. The cracked rib is slowly mending and the nick in the artery is stitching itself together. You can’t do too much because the arrows still have to go through him. The surgeon knows what you are doing and stabilizes the shaft closest to the heart. “Are you ready to remove the chest plates?” He quietly asks, while trying not to distract your focus. Sweat forms on your brow as you delicately guide the healing energy, fixing what you have to. “Ok. Now.” You say.

You keep focused on the chest of the scout. The leather back plate slides off, but the front one is lifted off. The scout moans in pain as the arrows shafts move. You have to block the pain by feeding his pleasure center. You place a hand on his forehead and use a ‘Merging spell’. It allows you to share what he feels, and for you to counter it with your strength. The expected pain moves into you, but you grit your teeth and then exhale. Pleasure chemicals in the body flood both yours and his brains. Your breathing matches his, as do your heartbeats. You feel his shirt being cut away as if it was your robe. You feel his erection as he feels your wetness. It’s not pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it’s pleasure to block the pain. You know the surgeon is working. “I’ll push the arrows when you are ready.” You try to keep him delirious with pleasure. “Do it.” You tell the surgeon. You feel sharp piercings penetrate through your chest. You and the scout moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. An orgasm ripples through both of you. It’s a side affect of being linked. “Can you close the wounds or have me stitch?” The surgeon asks. Your breathing is hard now. There is still more healing magic in you, so you answer in a tone full of lust and desire. “I’ve got this.”

Tears in the skin and muscle join and knit. Parts that were violently cut rejoin as you guide the magic. Pleasure moves through you again as you repair and strengthen his body. Sweat covers both of your bodies. Your energy is starting to fade. A younger healer takes your hand. “Mistress, Break the contact. It’s done.”

Even with your hand removed the magic link is still there.

A weak voice croaks “We’re finished.” It’s the scout whose thoughts echo in yours. A post orgasmic glow radiates from you as separate from him. Looking down, you see the scout drift off to sleep, with a post coital smile on his lips. His bare chest is slightly scarred but he is healed. An herbalist wipes the semen from his crotch. “Mistress, I’ll fetch fresh clothes for him.”

You nod and take a step. Hands grab and stabilize you. With the magic gone, you are drained and exhausted. 

“You shouldn’t have healed him fully.” The surgeon scolds you as he walks you to your tent. “We would have stitched him up.”

In a drowsy tone you respond, “I was in too deep. Can’t let another one die like that.” You barely notice lying down on your cot. Deeply you sleep.

Love of a Circus Clown - Part 2

All morning, she is busy. Every time you try to see her, she is either with her family, or with Barbara the trainer and Pickles the chimp. You’ll just have to wait until practice time.

During practice, she’s cold and focused on the routine. Her normal warmth and brightness seem gone, replaced by professional determination. When your cousin Alexi asks how things are going, Katya smiles at him “My part’s going well. We’ll be ready tonight.” Her smile is the smile she usually gives to you. He gives both of you a thumbs up. When she focuses on you, the smile is gone. You try to talk, but she shakes you off and works on the physical routines.

When practice ends, she goes back to Barbara and Pickles. You try to follow but Alexi intercepts you. “Okay Little Brother, what did you do?” Alexi only calls you ‘little brother’ when he wants to have a serious talk. He guides you to his trailer. “Before you tell me ‘Everything’s fine’ or some other lie, I watched you and remember I’m with Barbara. I want to hear it from you, before Barbara tells me what Kat’s telling her.”

You sigh, “I fucked up.” You explain that you wanted to go with Monique, and she turned you down. You explain what Kat said about loving you, and that she only wants you if you want her. Alexi goes to the mini-fridge and pulls out a couple of non-alcoholic beers and hands you one. “We’re on soon, but you’re going to want to drink as we talk.” You nod and sip the cold liquid. He’s been giving you beers forever. He always acts like that older brother who is almost breaking the rules.

You start to speak, but he stops you. “Sit and listen. It’s not as bad as you think, right now. But you’ll have to fix it. First, do you remember before I started dating Barbara?” You think back, but during the summers everything’s so busy you never really noticed, so you shake your head.

“I tried to date Angelique, Monique’s older sister. So, no, a clown wanting to be with an aerialist isn’t crazy. But they literately look down on us. I was about your age when this happened.” He takes a swig from his bottle. “The other thing you should know is Kat’s not a virgin.”

You’re a little stunned by this. “Who?” you ask in a sputter.

“Do you remember last season when that ‘townie’ kept hanging around her trailer?”

“The guy in the ‘heavy metal t-shirts’? Did he?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I explained to her that you don’t want the reputation of sleeping with ‘townies’. Let the ‘flying floozies’ and dancers do that. We’re clowns.”

“And fiercely proud of it.” You finish in a mock ‘Monty Python’ tone.

He smiles and nods. “Her first time should be special, so I took her to a fancy place, paid for a nice dinner, and even got a hotel room for the night.”

You think back to last year. But your parents kept you busy learning ‘the family routines’ and you spent less time with Kat. “Was that when..”

“Little Brother, it doesn’t matter when. Just know that she has some experience. We agreed that she appreciated the lessons, but didn’t want me.”

“But wait, you have been with Barbara for over….” You try to comment.

“Yes. Barbara was part of why I did it. She has been friends with Kat’s family for years. She thinks of Kat as a little sister. So, she wanted Kat’s first time to be safe and wonderful.”

“What would you have done if she fell in love with you?” You ask.

“I would have reminded her that, deep down, she loves you.” He says as he glances at the time. “It’s time to get dressed. Focus on your routine. Afterwards she should be more receptive to talking.”

As you go to your trailer, your father sees you. “Did you and Alexi have a good talk?”

You stammer for a moment. “What do you mean?”

He gives you that warm fatherly smile. “During practice, we saw that something’s off. Alexi said he’d talk to you. Did it go well?”

You nervously bite your lower lip, “Can we talk about it another time?”

“Of course. Your mother and I are always available. I know, your eighteen now, want to do things for yourself, but remember..”

“I’m a clown from a clown family. Yes, Papa.” You give him a weak smile, a thumbs up, then enter your trailer to get dressed.

After you paint your ‘sad hobo’ face, there’s a knock at your door. When you open it, Pickles hands you a note and leaves. It isn’t the first time you’ve received a note via ‘chimp mail’ but you hadn’t expected it. You read “I’m sorry I was cold earlier. Let’s talk after the show. K”

As you line up with the rest of the clowns, Katya stands next to you. She gives you a smile but it’s her ‘performer smile’. You sigh and smile back trying to give a broad smile to counter the frown painted on your face.

Entering the Main Tent, you wave and smile at the audience, walking in your floppy shoes. Katya extends her hand for you to hold. You take it. You always hold each other’s hands during the Parade of Clowns. After you exit the tent, you go to the staging area. Soon it’s your turn to go to the center of the main tent. Katya follows behind you on her unicycle, juggling three soft cubes. Your prop table is already in the ring, and you lead the way. She tosses you a cube, as you toss an Indian club to her. It’s a one for one exchange. As she juggles the Indian clubs, you juggle the soft cubes, then purposely have each one hit your head one at a time. Little kids laugh as you rub your head in an exaggerated manner. Then Katya asks “Ready?” You nod and she lobs each club so it goes up and bounces off the top of your head. You look like you are going to catch them, but you miss as they hit your head, like they are supposed to. The crowd laughs. Katya moves her unicycle closer, slides from the seat, bounces off a trampoline, and lands on your shoulders. The familiar weight of her on your neck feels good. You do your fake clumsy stumble, just as always. Then you get to your mark and fall. Katya prepares and lands on her feet as you hit the sawdust face first. The crowd cheers as she waves and turns. She then reaches down, helps you up and uses a comically large whisk broom to brush you off before you both bow and leave the ring.

Outside of the tent you ask, “What do you want to talk about?”

She shakes her head and pulls you to the side. “Not here. Not yet. After tonight’s finale.” You quietly wait.

After the finale, all of the clowns hug and cheer before they head to their trailers. You don’t see Katya, so you head for her trailer, still in full costume.

In a few minutes, she arrives. “The show went well.” You say. She gives you a weak smile. “I’d received a message you want to talk.”

She nods. “I think Pickles should be part of the act again. Like when we were younger.”

You are thoroughly confused. “Oh. I thought you wanted to talk about last night. I was an idiot. I’m sorry.” You step closer. “I talked with Alexi.” In a much quieter tone you say, “He told me that you’re not a virgin. That you are someone special. I should have seen it, but I’m an idiot.”

She stops and looks around for a second. “Let’s talk inside.”

Her trailer is similar to yours, there is just enough room to sleep and dress. You sit on the stool while she sits on her bunk. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Yes, I’m not a virgin. He showed me sex is something beautiful and special.” She looks down, and you can’t tell if she is crying or hiding her face. “I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would change how you see me.”

You place a hand on hers. “He told me he made it special for you.” You then use your other hand to raise her chin, so you look into her eyes. “I’ve always thought of you like a sister.” You feel a lump in your throat and swallow it. “But last night, I saw how sexy you are.” You move and sit on the bunk next to her. “I’m not a virgin either.” She gives you a doubtful look. “The night after my birthday, your Uncle took me to one of the retired dancers. She wasn’t what I expected, but she took her time with me.”

She looks into your eyes. “So, we have both been with someone. Do you want to touch me? Not like a sister, or a friend, or even a partner.” She interlaces her fingers in yours and then uses the finger of her other hand to trace the painted frown on your face. “Do you want to touch me like I want to touch you? Like the most special person I know?”

She leans in for a kiss. You want it to be perfect. Your lips slide across her. The kiss is clumsy and awkward. You stop and softly chuckle. She smiles too and laughs. “We should probably remove the greasepaint before we go any farther.”

She grabs a box of wipes. You pull one out and start to remove makeup. Starting at her lips and cheeks, you softly wipe away the black and white harlequin pattern. She takes a wipe too and begins at your forehead, removing the hobo coloring and your round rubber nose. Both of you use the wipes so softly, almost lovingly. When it is time to remove the makeup from around the eyes, she closes hers first. You take a fresh cloth and carefully remove the small diamond patterns. Then you close your eyes. You feel her wiping away the black and white circles from yours. When you finish, you open your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, I just never saw it.” You reach up and use your thumb to softly caress her lips. They feel warm and smooth.

She moves your hand away and kisses you. This time her lips connect with yours. They are soft. Better than you imagined.

She hugs you. The thick layers of costume dull the sensation. “Let’s finish undressing.” You say as you slide her white skull cap off, revealing her light brown hair. She nods, and removes yours too, so you no longer look like a balding, sad hobo but a teen-aged man.

You both stand up and help each other out of your costumes. Soon she is only in her leotard and you’re in a tank-top and briefs.

Her hand caresses your crotch as she kisses you again. Your hands rub her small breasts. You slide the shoulders of her leotard down, freeing them. They are so lovely. You continue to work the leotard down her body. As you do, she raises up your t-shirt. “I want to see what you’re hiding too.” One of her hands caresses your chest as the other one rubs the hardening shaft inside your briefs. Between the motion of her hand and the sexiness of her body you are so excited.

As the last of her costume slides down her hips and tight ass, you notice her beautiful trimmed pussy. “You don’t wear underwear under this?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Now let’s see what you’ve got.” She pulls you free from your briefs. You kiss her again as your fingers play with her nipples and she strokes your hard cock. Both of you shiver a moment. You don’t know if it’s the air in the trailer or your initial nervousness with each other. You break the kiss, “Can I suck your nipples?”

She nods “Yes, but also feel me. Like I’m feeling you.”

Her hand is slowly stroking you. It feels so good. Her hard nipple feels good in your mouth as you suck it firmly. She moans in pleasure. A sound that excites you more.

You reach a hand down between her legs and use a fingertip to softly feel her wet lips. Tracing along and between the damp folds. You suck the other nipple. She moans again, and grips your shaft harder. Her hand is slick with your pre-cum and then it is pulsing as you shoot your cum onto her smooth stomach.

You stop sucking and look down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect…”

She releases you and then slowly licks her fingers. “Not what I expected either.”

You feel almost embarrassed. “I want to make it special. Special for both of us.”

She hugs and kisses you. “I want you to lick me. Have you ever done that before?”

Part of you wants to lie and say “Of course, I eat pussy all the time.” But this is Kat. She’s been so real and honest tonight, so you answer, “No. Tell me what you want.”

She lies on the bed with her knees bent and legs spread. “Now get on your knees and look at my pussy.” You do as she asks. “Can you use just the tip of your tongue and slowly lick me?” You put your hands on her hips to better balance yourself, lean forward, and slowly lick up and down as she directs. She has you lick around her folds, then between them. At the top of her pussy, she has you slowly lick her clit. “Yes, like that.”

“Should I suck it?” you ask.

“Oh yes, please suck it.” You put your mouth around it and gently suck. It feels different. Different than her nipples but he moans almost the same way. You feel her fingers reach down and grab your hair. “Yes. That’s it. Not so hard. Yes. Can you use a finger too?” You move your hand from her hips and as you continue sucking her clit, you slowly work a finger into her wet opening. “Yes. Move it in and out. Add a twist too.” She explains as she starts panting. Her pussy is so wet. You slide your finger as she asked. You continue licking and sucking her clit. She moans louder and pulls your hair. Her thighs tighten around your head as her slit pulses around your finger. “Oh God That’s So GOOD.” She says as her body shudders. It’s the first time you’ve seen a woman orgasm. As she moans you get excited too and shoot a load on the edge of her bed. She pulls you on top of her and kisses you. “You are amazing. Better than I dreamed.”

You kiss and hug her. “Do you want..” you start to ask.

She puts her fingers to your lips. “Let’s stop for now. I want to have more special nights with you.”

“Kat, are you sure?” you ask feeling a little impatient.

She nods and kisses you again. “We’re together. We can learn and try things at our own pace. Make things always special between us.”

“Should I..” you start to ask.

“Go to your trailer and get some rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She sits up and helps you pull on your pants and coat. You carry the rest.

When you get to your trailer, your father is waiting on the stairs. “So, did you and Katya have a good time?”

You aren’t sure how to answer him, but you say, “She made it special.”

“Good. Did I ever tell you that your mother and I started off as partners?”

You nod, letting out a sleepy yawn. “Yes Papa, you’ve told me that many times.”

He stands up and claps you on the back “Good. Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Katya’s a good girl and you’re a good boy. You make a good pair.”

You smile thinking about how she felt in your arms. “Yes Papa we do. Goodnight.”

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Love of a Circus Clown - Part 1

 

“You’re just a clown.” Monique says and laughs at you as she turns away dismissively.

“But you’re so beautiful and amazing.” You say, looking at the back of her sequined costume that clings so tightly to her sexy aerialist body.

“I know. Why did you ever think you had a chance with me?” She responds without looking back.

You want to reach out, but her comment “You’re just a clown” feels hurtful and mean in a way you didn’t expect. You drop the flowers that you brought for her as you walk back to your trailer. You blink away tears. Men like you don’t cry. “What was I thinking?” you mutter quietly.

That’s easy. The 22-year old trapeze artist, you have watched for years, turned you down. Yes, she’s a little older than you. But you’re 18 now. You’re going to work the circus full-time this year. You even put on a suit, washed off the grease paint, and bought her some flowers. You waited for her, near her trailer, to see her at the end of her show. But she just laughed in a way that you hadn’t expected to hurt.

This year was going to be so good. You finished school and your family agreed that you will tour full-time, instead of the “summers only” you had done for most of your life. “You’re just a clown” shouldn’t hurt. It’s true you are a clown. You’re a clown from a family of clowns. Your family is so much a part of this circus, that they, along with others, have a house in the town that is joking called “circus city”, the old winter quarters for the circus when it was seasonal. During the school year you and Katya both attend school. During summers, both of you toured and practiced your act together. Two teens who could do all the physical jokes and pratfalls older clowns couldn’t do anymore. You lived with your grandparents so you could go to school and have a mostly normal life. Katya’s aunt and uncle’s house was her home for the school year. Katya or “Kat” as you think of her, is so much your partner, like a sister. Your families had you both train together, learning gymnastics, judo, and juggling. You shared the same trailer until you got to the age where little separation might be good for two hormonal teens. You shake your head at that. There’s nothing desirable about Kat. She’s wiry and strong. She can juggle while riding a unicycle, then get on your shoulders and ride you. There’s nothing sexy about Kat.

Not like Monique. She and her family fly through the air. Her firm, shapely breasts and tight ass look so amazing in her costume. She flies so effortlessly. Many nights you fantasized about feeling her breasts. Sucking her nipples. Licking her pussy. You stroke yourself, wanting to have passionate sex with her. Yes, she is an angel flying, while you are on the ground, getting hit with pies and clubs thrown by a girl who has the shapeless outfit of a white starfish.

“Dammit. Aren’t I good enough?” you say aloud.

You imagine your grandfather answering. “Not yet. Practice your falls. If you fall wrong, you’ll get hurt, and a hurt clown can’t work.” Your grandparents told you stories of great clowns of the past. “Clown culture is part of you. You’re little friend Katy, her family have been clowns for generations too. Her Uncle did a knockabout act until he had to retire.” 

“You’re just a clown” The phrase echoes in your head again. “I’m not just a clown.” you say aloud to yourself.

“What’s wrong with being a clown?” a soft familiar voice asks from the shadows around your trailer. Katya steps into the light, still wearing her white costume and painted face.

“Hi Kat” you say, as you sigh.

She sits down on the steps of your trailer, “So what’s wrong with being a clown?” she asks again softly.

“Nothing of course. It’s just Monique said….” You feel your throat tighten as you feel sadness and embarrassment flood you. You feel your eyes water in frustration.

Katya stands up and hugs you. You bury your face in the soft cotton of her costume. Her chest feels so firm against your face. Her hand caresses your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.” She says softly.

“But you aren’t who I want.” You say unthinkingly.

“I know that’s true. Though I wish it wasn’t.” she responds, still holding you.

“Oh God, what did I just say?” you ask as you raise your head and look into her pale eyes. “I didn’t mean…”

She looks directly at you. “Yes you did. You have been wanting Monique since she got tits.”

You feel embarrassed again. “It’s not like that, Kat.”

“Yes it is. Every time you watched the ‘flying floozies’, you got hard. Your focus wasn’t on us. It was on her.” Katya’s voice is rising a bit.

“Let’s go in.” You say as you unlock your trailer.

She follows you in, sits on a stool and says. “You are a thoughtless prick.” You’ve never heard her talk to you like that. You try to respond but she puts her hand to your mouth. “Look at you. You aren’t even in costume. You finished the show, changed into this..” she says pointing dismissively at your suit, “You look like a townie.”

“I just want..” you try to say.

“You just want to fuck a woman that every man wants to fuck. I’m not surprised. She’s good looking. But so is any whore in a tight outfit. For all of that, go fuck a dancer.”

“Is that what you want? Me to be with one of the dancers?” You ask in a confused tone.

“No Dammit. I want you to want me.” She says standing up.

She unzips her outfit and you see her black leotard underneath. It clings tightly to her body and accents her in a way you’ve never noticed. The nipples on her small breasts are so visible. How have you never seen them before? Your eyes continue down her flat tummy and toned hips. Those thighs that have been on your shoulders, countless times, look so smooth. Between the tone of her voice and the sexy shape of her body, you are visibly hard.

“Oh Kat.” You say as you take a step forward.

Katya grabs her costume and heads for the door. “Jerk off and get some sleep. You can’t have me until you see and want me.”

The door to your trailer slams loudly and echoes in the night. You want to chase after her but stop. “What have I done?”

In your bunk, you try to get rid of your hard-on by fantasizing about Monique. Angry, hard sex. But then you imagine Kat’s shape. Her smooth skin, hidden by her costume. Those hard nipples you’d never imagined before. Her mouth, normally covered with greasepaint, sucking on your cock, like a girl in a porn video. As you cum, guilt creeps into you. “You just fantasized about fucking Kat. I’m so messed up.” You roll over and hug your pillow. “I’ll apologize to her tomorrow.”

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Hotel Hookup

 

The Plaza Hotel is the nicest hotel in the city. After a long flight and a “too fast” taxi drive, you check in, put your bags upstairs, then come down for a drink in the nicest hotel bar you’ve ever seen.

There is a beautiful tall, thin woman sitting alone at the bar. Her auburn hair has that frazzled look from too much travel. You walk over. “Rough day?” you ask as you sip a mixed drink. “Are you here alone?”

“I just slid onto the bar stool, Darling. Looks like we both could use some company today.” She says as she sips her wine.

“I’m surprised you are alone.” you comment as sip my drink. “You look like a model or an actress.”

She gives you a toothy smile. “I could say the same about you. Maybe we both just need a little escape or stress relief?”

You look around to make sure she don’t have a boyfriend or husband waiting, then say, “I’d love to escape with you.” You look at her lovely legs, showing under her travel rumpled shirt. “Should we go up to your room or mine?” You ask, in a playful tone, expecting her to decline your offer.

“I’m on the 18th floor and my room has a great view, but honestly, I want to see where this takes us.” She says and places her hand on yours.

That’s not the answer you expected, so you finish your drink, stand up and take her hand.

She leads you to the elevator.

“Let’s make this something to remember.” She says as the elevator door closes.

You kiss her. Your hands on her hips and your soft beard is against her face. Her skin feels so warm under the thin fabric of her skirt and top. The elevator doors open and she leads you to her room.

Inside, as you close the door, you kiss her again. This time you press her against the door. There is hunger and passion in your kiss.

You feel her heart racing against your chest. “Darling, Tell me, what do you plan to do with me now that you have me all to yourself?”

You unbutton her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, so it falls to the ground. You lift her sports bra, freeing her firm breasts. You lick around her left nipple, then suck it.

Here skin is so soft and smooth against yours. You then switch to the other breast. Her nipples are so hard in your warm, wet mouth.

“How badly do you want me to lick your pussy?” you ask. “And should we move to your bed, or just continue using the door?” you ask in a playful tone.

Her breath hitches as you suck her nipples. The tension is unbearably building. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She whispers, guiding your hand down, under her skirt, between her thighs, feeling your fingers brush against the lace of her panties. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You use your fingertips so that the lace of her panties rubs against her damp lips. You rub in small, light circles, using the texture of the fabric against her sensitive pussy.

You kiss her again. “Lets move to the bed.”

She leads you to the king-size bed, slipping her skirt down over her hips, then stepping out of it.

You unbutton your shirt as you walk. Then pull it off along with your slacks. You’re only wearing your briefs. “Lie down on the bed.” You say softly.

As she lies on her back, you take the waistband of her panties and slide them over her hips and down her legs. Then you kiss the inside of her right knee. The hair of your mustache and beard, gently brushes against her skin as you slowly kiss your way up from her knee, along the inside of her thigh, towards her waiting pussy.

As you kiss your way closer to her pussy, your hands slide under her ass cheeks. Her skin is so soft and warm against your lips. You are almost to her pussy. The tip of your tongue teasingly licks around the outer edge of her pussy lips.

Her heart pounds as she complies, lying back on the bed, her eyes locked onto yours. She shivers for a second against the cool sheets. “Should I help you out of your briefs?”

As you lick around her pussy, you answer, “We can worry about me in a bit. Let me focus on teasing you.” You wink up at her from between her legs.

You feel her waiting in anticipation for your tongue thrust into her pussy….. But instead you kiss the inside of her left thigh. Slowly teasing her. You continue kissing along her thigh and then slowly lick around her wet pussy again.

Then you use the tip of your tongue to part her wet lips… licking up…. then down.

As you lick deeper, your mustache rubs against her clit. Grabbing her hips you hold firmly as you lick deeper, then lick up and around her sensitive clit. You close your mouth on her clit and suck. You move a hand and the use a finger to slowly slide into her as you continue sucking her clit. The finger goes deeper, twisting and thrusting in and out. One finger becomes two, which then become three. The faster you work your fingers in and out of her wet hungry pussy, the more you suck your clit. Then you hum for a moment. The vibrations move inside of her.

She moves her hips and bucks against your fingers. She grips the sheets tightly and you feel her legs tighten around your head as her pussy pulses against your hand and mouth. As she cums, you continue until she begs you to stop so she can catch her breath.

You let go, strip out of your briefs, and move up her slender body. Her nipples are still so hard. You kiss her mouth. “I’m good and hard. Should I just fuck you, or do you want to play with it first?”

She hugs you tightly, “Just fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

Reaching down, you put your tip at her wet entrance, the slowly move your hips, putting a bit more in. You straighten your arms, raise your torso as you thrust into her. You feel her legs wrap around yours, pulling you in a bit. You thrust harder and faster. You feel her nipples brush against your chest. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She feels so warm and wet around your hard shaft as you work the full length of it, in and out. You feel her hands grab your ass. She pulls you in harder and deeper. “I want you to fill me.”

You’re sweating now. Lowering yourself on her, you kiss her as you keep thrusting your hips. Your mouth explores hers. Your chest presses against hers. The whole bed seems to move with the force of your thrusts. She moans loudly which turns you on more. 
 “Should I cum in you or on you?” you pant.

“On me.” She responds, as her legs and hands let go of you. You stand up at the edge of the bed, stroking your cock, slick with her juices and your pre-cum. As you stroke, she rolls over, moves her head near you and opens her mouth wide. “You tasted me, I want to taste you.” She says.

The idea of fucking her sexy mouth helps push you over the edge and you shoot your load. Sticky strands hit her lips and cheeks. You pump until it dribbles all over your hand. She wipes her face and licks her fingers. “Not bad.” She says.

Getting off the bed, she grabs a hotel towel, and tosses it to you. “Here. You should go. I’m going to clean up. Thanks for the stress relief.” She picks up your clothes and rushes you to the door.

“Did I do something wrong?” you try to ask but the door closes. Wrapped in only a towel and carrying your clothes you head for the elevator and to your room.

You clean up and rest for a bit. Later, you head down to the dining room for dinner. You see the beautiful woman, whose name you never got, sitting at a table with a stocky, older man. They are holding hands and sitting very close.

She glances at you and then focuses on him, leaning in, and giving him a passionate kiss. You over hear him ask, “What’s that for?”

“Just showing you how much I missed you while your flight was delayed, Darling.”

You look turn and head for the bar instead. “Maybe I’ll just get room service later.” You mutter to yourself, as you sigh. “Well at least I was stress relief.” You think as you order a drink.

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The Space Freighter Libereco - Libereco at Najran - Chapter 22

 

As you enter the walkway, you hear a deep voice through the ship “Skipper, we have power again. It will take a bit to fire the engines and get in Atmos.” Navs is still using the voice modulator. Skipper taps a small vidi on the bulkhead. “We’re on our way up. I have a gift for you.”

A minute later Navs hugs you tightly. Her warm, soft lips hungrily press against yours. Your hand feels the long braid at the back of her head. “You naughty man, what have you been up to?” She says looking at your homespun shirt and pants.

You explain again the situation on Najran, and mention how Dani wants to get pregnant.

“Hopefully she gives birth to twins. I hope you fertilized her as much as she wanted.” She says with an almost evil tone to her voice. “Because you’re back here now and I’m the only one getting your ‘seed’.”

Before you can explain that it didn’t happen, Skipper pulls up the scans of the planet. “Can you find Najran?”

You nod and tap the screen switching to Comms links. The Najran Comms center beacon appears on the screen. “Najran Comms, this is Libereco conducting a comms check.”

Deliliah responds “Greetings Libereco, Najran Comms reading you loud and clear.”

You quickly ask Skipper if she wants to visit the colony. Maybe other members of the crew can help them out? She nods.

“Najran Comms, Libereco requesting to visit. Will land at the meadow by the solar collector, unless you have an alternate site in mind?”

“Libereco, wait.” Deliliah answers

Skipper taps for the intraship comms. “Pack everything up, we’re blasting off ASAP.” She then nods to Navs. 

Using the voice modulator again, she links to Ciono comms. “Ciono Comms, this is the Libereco requesting to leave. Our business has been completed and Doktoro sends his thanks and prayers.”

“Libereco, you are cleared. You may leave when you are able. Creator be with you. Out.”

“Thank you. Libereco Out.” She then turns to you. “Unless that is your new look, I recommend you get cleaned up and back into a pair of coveralls.”

You kiss her, “Dani still has my grey ones. She was cleaning them.”

“You didn’t have sex with her but she’s doing your laundry. I don’t do your laundry.” She says in a sarcastic tone.

Skipper looks at both of you. “Do you need me to fly this, while you two work this out?”

“No, Ma’am.” You both respond almost reflexively. Navs takes the main seat.

Skipper moves to the other one. “I agree with her. Go change. It won’t take long to get there.”

You hear Deliliah’s voice as you head to your cabin. “Land at the meadow by the river. Here’s the marker.”

While you change, you feel the ship lift off, travel for a bit, and then start to descend. You just finish pulling on your boots back as you feel the ship touchdown. You see your minividi on the charger by the bed. You put it in your pocket, grab the folded homespun clothes, and head for the cargo bay.

By the time you get there, the rest of the crew is on the ramp and meeting some of the colonists. “Deliliah.” You call out as you see her.

“Joannas and Susanna are still riding back. They linked when they were able.”

You make quick introductions and almost immediately Meko and Cookie are asked if they could help with a few items of Tech. Meko immediately follows but Cookie talks to Skipper first, who nods and points to her minividi. “Keep in contact.”

Kurgio asks to see if there are any medical needs.

Soon Joannas arrives. You introduce Skipper to her and the two of them talk about the needs of the colony.

You see Dani leading a cevalo to the stable. She soon comes to the ship as you and Navs are sitting next to each other on the ramp. You stand up. “Dani, come on up. I want you to meet my wife, Navs.”

She takes off her hat, “Matthew, that’s not a name from the Book.” She turns to Navs and extends her hand. “Hi. I’m Dani. Your husband Matthew is a good man. What’s your name?”

Navs gets up and shakes her hand. “I’m Nancy. Yes, I like him.” She says with a smile and a wink.

Dani sees the folded clothing. “Oh, I forgot to bring your clothes. Want me to fetch them?”

Navs hands you the shirt and pants. “My loving husband, why don’t you go and get your clothes. Dani and I will have a nice chat. Would you like to come up to the Galley for a cup of tea?”

As you walk to Dani’s shelter you notice that the colony is a buzz of activity. As you return, the sky is darkening. Your minividi goes off. “Helm, we have been invited to vespermango. The ladies tell me you know where to go. Meet us there.”

You drop your coveralls off at the ship, then head for the large cavern. The tables are arranged like last time, except for there are more lights now. Members of the crew are at different tables. Dani motions for you to sit between her and Navs.

The food is a mixture of colony grown and ship’s stores. Both Joannas and Skipper stand up. Joannas offers a prayer, and then Skipper announces that the colony of Najran will now be one of our regular trading partners. There is a cheer of celebration, and food is passed around. Meko is sandwiched between two young women, about his age, as Kurgio is sitting between two older women. The table with Cookie is the only one where same sexes are sitting next to each other instead of alternating. As you fill your plate and eat, Navs whispers into your ear. “I think Dani and I have come to an agreement.”

“Don’t I get a say?” You ask.

“After we eat, we are going to her place. She wants me to see it.”

Dani leans in, “I want’s you both to relax an’ get comfy. We three’ll talk.”

At the end of the meal, Skipper stands up again. “Thank you, the members of Najran for inviting us and sharing food with us. I believe that for the evening, there are a few of you who have private engagements?” You look around and see Meko, Kurgio, and Navs all smiling and nodding. “I’ll monitor comms from the ship, if you need anything.”

“I’ll be with you, Skipper.” Cookie calls out, and you notice a couple of disappointed faces at her table.

Navs grabs your hand. “Let’s go.” You pick up your dirty plate and utensils, but a young girl takes them from you. “It’s okay sinjaro, I’ll clean up.” 

Dani smiles at her. “I’ll let you ride my cevalo tomorrow when we check on the brutaro an’ bovinoj.”

She smiles, “Thank you Fraulino Dani. See you after matenmango.”

As you walk to Dani’s house you ask, “Who’s that?”

“That’s Kiran. She’s been leaning from Joannas. She wants to learn herding bovinoj.” You nod as if that explains everything. She then continues. “She’s like me. She arrived a few weeks ago. So we gots to keep her under watch. Her husband might come lookin’ for her.”

Navs stops. “Wait. What?” You quickly explain how some in Ciono still practice “child marriage”.

Dani continues, “Joannas an’ the rest o’ us don’t allow it. It’s against the Creator an’ not allowed in the Book. When we find a runner or shunned, we take ’em in an’ protect ‘em.”

“Oh.” Navs responds quietly, looking like she’s thinking about something.

At Dani’s shelter, Navs looks around at the small plasteel dwelling, with its wooden table, chairs, power cooker, and small bunks on each side.

“So when you slept here...” She asks

“I slept on that one,” pointing to one side, “while Dani slept on the other one.” Pointing to the bunk on the other wall of the shack.

“I didn’t mess around with your husband, like I said earlier. Marriage is special.” Dani explains.

“You could have. Helm and I have had sex with others. Sometimes at the same time.”

“Ya, but you’re not of the Faith. In the Core, there’s lots of folks who do things like that. I heard o’ tales about couples who has sex just cause they can. No love, no promise, not even know their names.” Dani says in an almost defensive tone. “That ain’t right for a married couple.”

“I thought you wanted us to come here so you could have sex with Helm, with my blessing?” Navs says.

“I would’ve liked to be included in that conversation.” You comment.

Navs takes your hand and kisses you. “I love you more than anyone, but I know that if you had sex with Dani, it would be so she could have a baby.”

“Why don’t we just have Kurgio do insemination?” You ask.

“What’s that?” Dani asks

You quickly explain artificial insemination, mentioning that Kurgio probably has the tools to do it on the ship.

“So he’d plant your seed in me without us havin’ sex?”

“Isn’t something like that against your beliefs?” Navs asks.

“Matthew, can you use your Tech to link Joannas? I gots to ask her.” Dani replies.

Using your minividi, Joannas picks up. You mention to her the option of artificial insemination.

“There’s nothing in the Book against that. And we have a number of women who could benefit from it.” Joannas says. “Can you set that up for tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll try. Helm Out.”

You then quickly call Kurgio, and apologize for interrupting his evening with what appears to be two women. You explain the request for artificial insemination. “I thought it was against their beliefs or I would have recommended it.”

“Can we set things up for tomorrow morning?”

“Let me finish what I’m about to do here, and I’ll set up the Med Bay. Kurgio Out” You hear the giggling of a couple of women before his link closes.

Dani makes some tea, and the three of you talk and share stories. Dani learns about your lives in the Academy and on the Libereco. You and Navs hear about Dani’s life in both Ciono and Najran. She mentions that during mating season for the brutaroj she has to restrain the virbovoj from having sex from the bovinoj until they are ready. It’s hard to imagine such a small woman holding back such a large animal. Navs jokes about wishing you were endowed like a virbovo, but the joke is lost on Dani. Dani also tell a little about her marriage, and what she’s done her since she joined. “But I see now, you have what’s to be. A man an’ woman. Equal an’ loving. Maybe the Creator will bless me like that someday.”

You kiss Navs. “I hope you are so blessed.” You check the time on your minividi. “We should help Kurgio set things up.”

Dani stands up and yawns. “It’s been a long day. Thank ya for talkin’ to me. Matthew, you has a wonderful wife. That’s the truth of it. See ya’ in the morning. Creator be with ya’.”

Navs and you both hug Dani and wish her a good night.

On your way to the ship, Navs says “I understand why you want to help these people. They seem pretty honest and true.”

“They seem to be folks just trying to live and follow their beliefs.” You say as you put your arm around her waist.

“So why didn’t you sleep with Dani? Or do you just prefer blondes over brunettes?”

“Tell you the truth, when she told me she’d been a ‘child bride’, I was afraid to do more than comfort her.” You say. “I really didn’t know what all she has endured. She told me she ran away after a couple of jaros, but…”

Navs gives you a side hug, “A lot of damage can be done in that time.” She puts her head on your shoulder. “We knew a lot of guys who would have just fucked her.”

“Yeah, and we were trained to glass colonies and relocate the survivors, we never had to do it for real, but many of our classmates did.” You shiver for a moment as you imagine a Krozsipo or a Detruanto in orbit, raining fire on the Temple and farms. 

She kisses you. “You convinced me that Independent life was the way to go.”

Inside the ship you find Kurgio laying out various sizes of syringes and speculums. “Doc, I didn’t know you had all of that.” You say.

“I had to take some of it from medical cargo. Some will have to be replaced at the next supplypoint, but I can sterilize and reuse others.” He says as he nods towards a machine attached to the hull.

“What do you need?” You ask.

He looks at you and Navs. “Get some sleep and come back in the morning. No sex tonight. I want you to be able to produce as much as possible.”

Navs rubs your crotch, “Kurgio, with my help, I think we can give you as much as you need.”

You playfully swat away her hand. “You heard the Doc. Nothing until tomorrow.” You head for your cabin. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Inside, both you and Navs get ready to sleep. Normally you’d cuddle behind her, but tonight she has you face the other way and she lies behind you. You feel her breasts against your back and her pelvis against your ass.

“Try not to think about me, and just sleep.” She quietly says.

To distract yourself, you try to think of star charts and space routes. Anything that will keep you from remembering that your lovely wife is right next to you.

The Space Freighter Libereco - Returning to Ciono- Chapter 21

 

“We better take you back to your ship.” Joannas says turning to you. “Can you ride?” 

You shake your head. “I’ve never had to.”

She looks to Deliliah, “I need you to monitor the Comms center, and on your way up, if you see Susanna or Maria, have them come down to the corral. We’ll saddle up the cevaloj.”

Shaded by a group of trees is a large wooden shed. Inside are racks of saddles, halters, and ropes. Joannas has you take a saddle, a halter, and something called a ‘lead rope’. Then she leads you to an area under a rock overhang next to the slow-moving river, where you see a number of cevaloj walking, eating herbo, and drinking.

“Stay here. Hand me your halter.” She says as she sets down two saddles and ropes.

You give it to her, then set your saddle down. She slowly walks to the small herd. You watch as she softly speaks to the animals, placing a halter over the head of one, then another, and a third. Grabbing the halters of each, she gets them walking towards you.

She shows you how to saddle one and then connects the lead. Susanna arrives with a saddlebag over her shoulder. Joannas explains that the three of you need to ride to Ciono.

The ladies help you on the saddle and make sure you are balanced. “Hold onto the reins, but don’t pull them unless we tell you to.” Susanna ties the end of the lead rope on her saddle horn. “Helm, I’ll lead. You just keep balanced and relax. We won’t go too fast.”

Joannas stops at her place, and grabs a minividi. “Najran Communication Center, I’m bringing my minividi to keep in contact. If you lose the link, be ready to send others to retrieve us.”

You look at Susanna, “Do you really expect trouble?”

She pats the saddlebags. “We have protection if we need.”

You slowly shake your head. You are trained to use weapons, but on the Libereco, you hadn’t needed to use them. Skipper picks good clients and isn’t afraid to call in Maristos if we need. You haven’t really fired a projectile thrower or a firearm in jaros.

The three of you leave the shade of the mountain and trees. You see rolling herboj-covered hills. The land is dotted with wooly safoj. Looking carefully you see a person here and there, minding them. From atmos, it would just look like a random gathering of animals. No real roads or fences, just hills and herbo.

“I see the safoj, but where are the bovinoj?” You ask.

Without turning her head, Joannas answers, “We rotate which animals go where. The bovinoj are on the other side of the colony. If we keep them too bunched up, then they tear up the land and eat everything down to the root.”

Your only experience with livestock is what you have transported, and then only in pens, so you don’t really see them moving around. You nod at her explanation.

You continue looking at the landscape. There are a few landmarks; outcroppings of rocks, trees on hills, the edge of the river dipping where you enter it. You try to make a mental map of it. The only thing you remember from the wagon ride is moving down a road, along the river, then onto hard ground. The cevaloj walk calmly as if this is routine for them. Soon, you leave the river and get on a dirt road. There are visible cart tracks and hoof prints. Joannas takes her minividi, “Najran Communication Center, we have left the river and entered Ciono territory.”

You hear the response, “Loud and clear. Link if there’s trouble.”

But before Joannas can respond, the minividi goes dead. “What in the Creator’s name is going on?” she says, the first time you have heard her using a frustrated and angry tone.

“I wasn’t sure back at Najran, but I suspect that Ciono has an EMP generator or a power siphon.” You comment.

Both ladies look at you, confused. You take a few minutes explaining in general how an electromagnetic pulse generator will block all Tech from working by sending repeated bursts that prevent electronic devices from working, including everything on the Libereco. Or they could be using some sort of power dampener, either way, it’s a guess on your part, but it would explain why they couldn’t link to anything in Ciono.

Susanna gives an exasperated sound. “And of course those following Patro’s teachings don’t be using Tech because ‘they weren’t made by the Creator’.” She pulls the pistol from her saddlebag. “Will this be affected?”

You glance at it. It’s an old-style firearm using chemical propellant. You shake your head, “It’ll work just fine. If you had a projectile thrower, it might have zapped the circuits, but firearms are immune to EMP or power siphons.”

Joannas puts the minividi in her pocket and continues down the road. Susanna puts her pistol back, and follows, pulling you along.

You ask Susanna, “Don’t the Sleepers in general have a prohibition against Tech?”

She shakes her head. “No, that’s just how some have tried to hold on to ‘traditional values’. There’s nothing in the Book against machines, or Tech. It’s all about how we treat each other, and sharing what we have with those who need.”

“Sort of like the vespermango the other evening. Everything was there for those who wanted. Take what you want, but leave enough for others?” You ask

She turns her head to you and smiles. “Yep, that’s the way of the Book, and we Sleepers do what we can to follow it. Are you different on the Libereco?”

You shake your head as you think about it. “No, we pretty much share things evenly. Skipper makes sure of that.”

“Sounds like you have a good understanding of Faith even if you don’t practice it.”

You want to respond, but she holds up her hand just like Joannas, and they stop. You pull on the reins too and stop.

A farmer comes walking up carrying only a walking stick. “Joannas, is that you?”

She nods, “Yes, Ishmael, it’s me. It’s been a couple Jaros since I last saw you.”

He grips his stick, thumps it against the ground, and leans on it. “You was cast out. You ain’t supposed to be livin’.”

“But I am, thanks be the Creator. Can we continue on to the Temple? I have a man from the Ship. I think they are looking for him.”

“They is.” He says “But the ‘Shunned’ ain’t allowed back.” He takes off his hat and scratches his thick hair.

“We aren’t coming back, we are simply escorting him back to his ship. You can escort us, to make sure we don’t do any harm, can’t you.” She says in a calm, almost relaxed tone.

He puts his hat back on, grabs his stick, and says “Get off your beasts an’ walk. I’ll lead ya.” He walks closer to her and says “I never could tell ya ‘No’.”

As you walk, you realize how sore your thighs are. Your muscles and crotch feel tender. Susanna tries not to laugh. “You’ll be okay. I forget that you hadn’t ridden before.”

You try to smile, “Nope, not like that. It sort of reminded me of how my wife rides me.”

Susanna chuckles, “Oh, she rides you ‘cowgirl’?”

“I hadn’t heard it called that. We call it ‘cycle style’ like when you’re straddling a land cycle.”

“Maybe she’d enjoy riding a cevalo.” She says with a wink.

The road continues past farms and ranchs. You see fences separating various plots. Some raise animals, and others grow crops, some do a little of both. It is all similar to many of the freeholder communities you’ve seen, only a lot less Tech.

Coming over a hill, you see the Temple and a series of buildings around it. The Libereco is still on the same landing field.

“Ishmael, who are these strangers?” someone calls out.

“I found the missing, and two o’ the Shunned. They was on my land.”

Groups of people come out of the buildings. “Where are you taking them?”

“We wish to see Patro Dionis.” Joannas says loudly. “We are going to the Temple.”

There is a gasp from the crowd as she starts boldly striding towards the Temple. You follow, along with the newly forming crowd.

As you get closer, the doors of the Temple open and out walks Patro Dionis, Kurgio and Cookie.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Patro asks in a booming voice.

“We are returning a lost safo.” Joannas answers loudly.

“How dare you, speak as such. You were cast out. You have no voice and no place here.”

You notice that the crowd is moving closer and there are harsh murmurs.

Stepping to the front, you loudly proclaim, “They have returned me as they said they would. I have been treated fairly and honestly, as it says in your Scriptures.”

“But you’re not of the Faith. You haven’t read the Book. You only know what these women tell you.” Patro says in response.

“What you say is true. But it is also true I haven’t been harmed, and I’ve been returned. Let them leave as they came.” You turn to Joannas and Susanna. “Thank you. I wish I could have helped more. Tell Dani, I hope she gets what she wants. Maybe someday her prayers will be answered.”

Joannas hugs you tightly, as does Susanna. “May the blessings of the Creator be with you Matthew.” 

“Yes, Creator be with you Helm.”

The crowd starts to close in, but Patro Dionis yells, “Stop. The outsider is right. The Shunned didn’t come here for help or to cause trouble.” He then looks at them, “Take your cevaloj and be on your way. No one will speak or help you, nor will they hinder you. Creator be with you. Leave.”

A voice from the crowd yells, “Patro Dionis, Ishmael talked and walked with them. Did he do right?”

Low murmuring moves through the crowd. Kurgio and Cookie move next to you. They quietly whisper, “Are you okay?”

You nod as you watch Susanna and Joannas leaving, as Ishmael is pushed through the crowd to face Patro. “Ishmael, is what was said true? You spoke to the Shunned?”

You interrupt loudly, “He only asked who we were and where we were going. There was no discussion along the road, between him and the ladies.” You move closer to Patro, but still continue speaking loudly so the crowd hears. “He provided escort and watched so that we only did what we said, returning me to my ship. They said Temple was the center of Ciono and that’s where I needed to be returned.”

There is a lot of heads nodding and commenting, until Patro Dionis raises his hands. “I shall take Ishmael into the Temple for prayer and meditation. Return to your duties. The outsiders will now leave.”

You quickly ask, “Patro Dionis, You’ll turn off the dampener so our ship will have power, and we can leave?”

Kurgio and Cookie move in front of you. Kurgio interjects “Patro, my friend means, that you and the rest of the Pelj Aguloj will pray in the Temple and power will be restored, so we may be on our way. As we had agreed earlier.”

“Of course Doktoro. While we are in the Temple, you should take your young friend and examine him to ensure he is healthy. Creator be with you.” And with that, the group of elderly men in broad-brimmed hats move almost as one heading, to the Temple, bringing Ishmael with them.

Cookie whispers, “We’ll talk inside. Let’s go.” As she leads you to the ship.

Once inside, Cookie uses the manual hydraulic pump to raise the ramp, and close the doors. “That’s my workout for the day.” She says as she rubs her shoulder. The cargo hold is lit by lanterns.

“Hopefully, they turn that damn thing off. I have tried everything from backup generators to storage batteries, but soon as I connect ’em, they’re dead. We can’t get enough power to fire up the engines.” Meko says, as he closes a maintenance panel.

“Where’s Navs?” you ask.

Meko answers, “She is trying one of the escape pods to see if she can use the shielded emergency power to do something.”

But before you can go, Kurgio grabs your hand, holding a lantern in the other one, “Let’s go to Med Bay. I want to check your vitals.”

“Why. I wasn’t drugged. They kidnapped me at pistol-point, and after I helped out, they released me.”

“Tell me all about it, while Doc checks you out,” Skipper calls from the catwalk, heading towards Med Bay.

Kurgio uses the oldest medical equipment you have ever seen. A stethoscope, pneumatic blood-pressure cuff, and a glass thermometer. “Why do you have these?” you ask as you pull off your shirt and he checks you.

“It is all part of an emergency survival kit. Designed for use when there isn’t Tech available. I haven’t had to use it for jaros but I still remember how.”

As Kurgio checks you out, in the glow of the lantern, you explain to Skipper what happened. How they traded for Tech but needed someone with knowledge to help set it up. “They also wanted my ‘seed’.” You say with a cough.

Both Kurgio and Skipper ask “What?”

You explain that Dani wants a baby and she was to be the first you were to have sex with. You don’t know who the other two were supposed to be.

Kurgio finishes his exam. “Well, you’re healthy enough. You can give them what they want.”

He and Skipper grin at you. But you quickly explain that when they heard you were married, they changed their minds. “It’s a little weird. If I had been unmarried, they would have used me and sent me on my way, but because I was married, they honored that commitment.”

Skipper chews on her bottom lip for a moment, “So they didn’t want you to stay and be a member, but they wanted your genetics added to the colony?”

You nod as you pull your shirt back on.

There is a rumble through the ship, and the lights come on. Kurgio blows out the lamp.

“Go and make sure all the lamps are out and collected. Work with Cookie to pack them back in the emergency kits.” Skipper says, then she grabs you. “Let’s go to the Con. Show me where Najran is.”

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Soccer Mom

“Get into the van.” You yell at your kids. Looking at your watch, you need to get them to the football pitch, in the next 20 minutes. You want to take them over, drop them off, and then head to gym. It is the only time you get to yourself and to work out, which helps with your frustrations.

The weather is warm, so you are wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and some knee-high socks. Almost looking like a player yourself, you sit there with your gym bag next to you.

Finally, your son and your daughter show up, their equipment bags on their shoulders and each already dressed. “Good, I don’t have to wait for them to change.” You think.

“Ok, buckle up and let’s go.” You say as they close their doors.

A “Soccer Mom” with two kids and a mini-van. You sigh and shake your head.

You hate that image. Hot MILF, is what you want to be. But your husband hasn’t been able to spend much time with you because of work. It frustrates you in ways you can’t explain to the kids.

You were happy when you found a league that had multiple teams with multiple age groups. You can make one stop, drop them off, and go. You even enjoy seeing some of the coaches and their assistants. These are fit, athletic men who take care of themselves. You even fantasize about just taking one and wildly fucking him during a game or practice. But that is just the fantasy of a woman who is stressed. Time to focus on reality. Take care of the kids, and then you can take care of yourself. You would prefer sex, but working out at the gym is a decent substitute for now.

As you pull up, your son and daughter both yell to their friends to wait up. They get out, quickly heading away.

“Yay! Some Me time.” You think. The gym you go to is only a few blocks away, which you quickly make. Pulling into the gym’s parking lot, you exhale and mentally relax for a second.

As you grab your bag, you notice in the back seat that your daughter’s bag is still there. “Damn it.”

You drive back to the football pitch and park. Taking her bag, you see all of the groups but don’t see your daughter.

“Can I help you?” asks one of the assistant coaches.

He’s a cute guy, one that you’ve seen during the games. He always has a smile and a wink for you.

“My daughter forgot her bag.” You say holding it up.

“Not a problem. Give me the bag and wait here.” He says as he takes it.

You watch him jogging, his shorts covering his toned butt. “Mmmm, I wonder what he looks like, out of them.” You think.

After a few minutes, he comes back without the bag.

“She said thanks, and to tell you she was sorry. You have good kids. I am surprised your kids are as old as they are, I mean you look younger than you are.” He says with a smile.

He is also looking at your chest and hips. “Were you going to try out for one of the teams?” he jokes.

“I was going to head to the gym to workout, but now I won’t have enough time to drive over, workout, cleanup, and return.” You say in a frustrated tone.

“Have you seen our facilities?” he asks.

“No, where?” you ask, looking around.

He points to a painted cinder block building near the end of the parking lot, and starts walking toward it. “Follow me. We have a facility for the Men’s team. They let the coaches of the youth leagues use it. Most of the coaches and assistants are members or former members of the team.” He explains as he uses a key on the lanyard around his neck, to unlock the door.

When the lights come on, you see a small workout area, a treadmill, an exercise bike, and a multi-station strength training machine. “There is more over here,” he says as he opens another door. You see a massage table, some lockers, and a sign pointing to the showers.

Standing very close to you, he asks, “What type of workout do you want? Strength, cardio, or flexibility?” His warm breath on your bare neck feels strangely erotic.

You turn and look into his eyes. “I want to work up a good sweat.”

“Maybe you need a different kind of workout?” he says in a flirty tone.

Backing up against the massage table, you ask “What do you have in mind?”

“Something that works your cardio and flexibility.” He says, leaning into you.

He smells good. You lean in and kiss him passionately and hard. Wrapping his strong arms around you, you feel his tongue in your mouth. You reach under his shirt. His chest is waxed bare but muscular. Moving your mouth down, hungrily licking and kissing his smooth skin.

His hands are pulling down your shorts, and you feel his fingers rubbing your pussy. “You really want to get a good workout.” He says.

Sucking his nipple, you feel his fingers on your pussy lips. “I want your cock.” You respond almost angrily.

He backs up a bit, and you get on your knees. Pulling down his shorts, you see his cock and balls are as waxed and hairless as his chest. You greedily lick it. You want to get it hard and wet so you can ride it.

Grabbing the base, you pull back his foreskin, and lick the tip. It tastes different than your husband’s. It reminds you of the guys you dated back in school. You grip it and work it up and down, feeling it harden in your hand. Your other hand grabs his firm butt.

“Mmmm, you do that so well.” He says. His cock feels thick in your mouth as you suck it and feel his hands on your head. “Is that the workout you want?” he asks as he breathes harder

It is now hard and slick. “Lie down on the massage table.” You command.

Your pussy is damp with anticipation. “I’m gonna ride him hard.” You think as you stand up and strip off your shorts and panties.

The massage table is a sturdy wooden table with a padded vinyl covering. It is perfect for working muscles. He lies on his back, his hard cock resting on his flat stomach.

After you climb up, and squat over him, you grab it and rub it along your pussy lips.

“Yes.” He says as you insert it. His thickness feels good as it slides into you.

Bouncing up and down, you feel him go in and out as you work your thighs.

Up and down, faster and harder.

You do this a few more times and then you shift.

Dropping to your knees, you take him into you fully.

You ride him back and forth. Each time you go forward, your clit grinds against his bare mound. You haven’t felt anything like that in a while. Your husband’s curly bush always rubs your clit when you ride him cowgirl.

You ride the coach harder. To help your balance, you grab his forearms, and hold them down. This feels so good. Sweat forms on your skin. Your nipples are so hard. A wave of pleasure is building inside of you. It moves through you, and you grip him harder with your hands and knees. You are breathing harder.

You don’t want his cum inside of you, so you hop off. “Cum in my mouth.” You tell him.

He rolls off the table and stands. His cock is slick with your juices.

You got your workout, but you want his cum too, so you stroke it in front of your open mouth. “Lick and suck it, please.” He asks. His balls are tight and he won’t last long.

You lick down his shaft, tasting your pussy and his precum.

Stroking it harder and faster, you feel it pulse and shoot thick streams of cum towards your open mouth. He has a musky flavor that’s not bad as you milk him dry.

Both of you are sweating and breathing hard.

“Damn, I left my gym bag in the car. Can I use the shower, and do you have a towel?” you ask.

“Oh yeah, we have towels.” He says as he pulls one from a cabinet marked Towels.

“Put it in the hamper when you are done.” He says as he hands it to you.

“Are you going to shower too? Or is it strange for you to be sweating in here?”

“I will run on the treadmill as you are in the shower. That way if anyone comes in, I can stop them until you are dressed.”

“Thanks.”

The shower area is a pole in the center with four shower heads. There are wall fixtures too. “That makes sense. Shower as many men as you can at once.” You think.

As you wash the sweat and fluids from your skin, you wonder what it would feel like to have the football team in here with you. Sharing you. Or better yet, you going from hard cock to hard cock.

The hot shower water on your face washes away that fantasy.

After drying off and getting dressed, you throw the wet towel into the hamper.

“The shower is all yours.” You tell the assistant coach. “Thanks for the workout. I like the facility.”

“Maybe you can use it some other time.” He says as he smiles and gets off the treadmill. Looking down at your watch, you realize the practice will soon be over.

“Thanks” you say as you blow him a kiss.

“You’re welcome, ‘Soccer Mom’” he calls back as he heads for the shower.

Yes, maybe you won’t mind being called a “Soccer Mom” after all.