Colony Bk. 02

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked looking down at her, still unable to help his eyes from taking in her sweet naked body. He small breasts and skinny legs.

"Why don't you tell me?" She said, and reached up taking his thick cock in her hand and sliding her soft grip up and down it before leaning in and licking it.

"What did you and Maggie talk about?" He said trying to remain focused as her pink tongue tasted his shaft.

"Oh," She said licking his shaft again, stroking it gently- seeming thrilled by how hot it was pulsing in her hand. "She impressed upon me that I could keep who I was," She took his tip into her mouth and wet on inch, then another then another, and slid back up. "And have what I want at the same time."

"And you believed her?" He asked again, trying not to let his eyes close. She slid back down sucking on him bobbing slowly up and down her small tongue feeling along the underside of his shaft. She relished the feel of him against her tongue and in her palm. It was solid, and so big.

She pulled her pink lips back up his shaft. "She said I would like it," she licked the underside of his cock. "And that she thought I'd," She sucked on his tip watching his face with her big eyes. "be good at it."

She stroked him more eagerly, feeling his cock with her hand sliding up and down, thrilled by his reactions. "I wanted to see if she was right." She stood up, turned around and leaned against him, reaching back to keep feeling his cock.

"Play with me, Cyrus." She said wiggling her hips. "I can feel how bad you want to." She said, gently squeezing the shaft she was stroking. He relented and reached around her taking a breast into his hand and feeling. She whimpered and her mouth fell open. Her sensitivity surprised her, as he cupped and squeezed her breast, running his fingers over her nipples.

He leaned in, moving her her hair away and kissed her neck, she panted, stroking faster. His hand moved from her shoulder down her flat stomach between her legs and felt her folds, which were rapidly becoming very wet.

A moan jumped from her mouth when his finger slid its way across her pussy and her hips rocked against him. He played with her cunt loving all of her twitches and sounds as he did, her pussy becoming soaked almost instantly. His finger dipped into her and he remembered how tight she was. She moaned in his ear, "Cyrus!"

His finger pushed deeper into her and she moaned vocally. "Ahh," Her hips rolled with pleasure as just his finger pushed into her walls parting them. He fingered her, sliding it in and out. She moaned and panted eagerly. "Cyrus mmm. Yes..." She put a hand on his and coaxed his finger out of her. She brought it to her mouth and tasted herself on his finger.

"Don't like it?" He asked sounding almost nervous.

"Mmmm" She whimpered, "Quite the opposite." She crawled onto the bed and looked back at him shaking her butt. "But we've done that already."

She had her legs spread, and her glossy, wet, pink twat parted slightly. "Aren't you going to let me play with your toy?" He moved closer to her on the bed and eased himself on to the mattress.

"Ready?" He asked as he held himself level with her. She leaned back signaling eagerness. She bit her lip looking back at him, her head on the comforter, ass in the air. "And impatient." She cooed, "I want to be played with."

Cyrus took the hint, but leaned off the bed, to her confusion. But it was short lived. He grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to his lips where he began to lick and taste it. She moaned loudly.

"Oh Cyrus...mmm ... Cyrus..." She cried as he lapped her wet cunt paying attention to her clit as he went. "No fair, no fair, oh Cyrus..." she moaned, rocking her hips into his face.

He pulled back and she rose up to her knees, out of breath. "Get up here." She said pulling him onto the bed. He climbed on and she rolled him on his back.

She straddled him. "Justine says you'd be turned on by how innocent I am." She said, using a forearm to cover her breasts. "Is that true?" She asked, her big blue eyes looking right into his. He nodded.

"Well, get ready for a lot of innocent, bashful, embarrassment." She rose, still covering herself with one arm, using the other hand to position Cyrus beneath her before she lowered herself onto him.

She felt him pushing at her opening and she moaned as she pushed against him feeling him slide into her for the first time, inch by inch. Her insides stretched, sending pleasure across her torso.

She pushed down with her weight, his cock slipping into her deeper and deeper until it felt like she couldn't take anymore. Her eyes were shut tight as her hips rose and feel pushing and pulling her tight pussy around his cock.

She rocked her hips, her tight body clenching with the sensation of him shoved deep into her. She felt stuffed and stretched as she moved trying to slide him in and out but he was so big it was slow going.

"I'm sorry," She whimpered, moving her hips. "Its so big... it's so big..." She gave a sobbing moan as she tried to push herself onto him further, hands still covering her chest.

Cyrus was trying to focus in spite of the feeling of Edie's body wrapped around him, clamping down. He looked up at the frantically horny but barely moving girl struggling to get momentum on top of him. He reached up and touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes, breathing heavily.

"Let me lead in this dance for a bit." He said. Her face suddenly became a rush of insecurity as she lifted off of him.

"I'm sorry I'm so bad at this." She said starting to panic.

"Stop it," He said and sat up moving off the bed. "First," He reached up and eased her wrist down exposing her breasts to him. He put a hand on her back and leaned in taking one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it. He felt the other one and moved up kissing her neck, then her lips.

He held the kiss for several seconds, and then looking in her eyes asked, "How have you always imagined this would go?"

"I don't know." She said looking down.

"Let's see how you like this." He laid her on her back and she covered her breasts again. "No, no." He said, lifting her hands over her head. "I like those." Climbed over her, his face close to hers, and she wrapped her long stick legs around him.

Suddenly her eyes bugged and she moaned out loud as his thick, wet tip pushed into her again. He eased it through the opening then pushed aggressively into her. He got as deep in as her body would permit and began sawing in and out of her with as much of his length as possible.

He got faster and faster, his cock making wet noises as it pumped into Edie. She moaned loudly, gripping Cyrus' neck with her hands and holding on with her legs.

"Harder," She moaned, "Harder, Cyrus, harder..." Her makeup had smeared and her breasts were shaking with the rhythm. Her fingers wound through his hair gripping it as he hammered into her.

She squeezed her eyes closed and cried with a high squeak. "Cyrus, I'm, I'm so close..." She whimpered, "Don't stop, don't stop."

Cyrus moved one hand from the bed to her breast and held it there feeling her as his shaft forced her insides apart over and over again. "Cyrus, I'm... I'm cumming.." She wrenched in place moaning loudly, grabbing her own breast with one hand and the bed with the other. Her pussy pumped out fluid and clamped down on him as she rocked in bed. She lay there panting as she came down. Then eagerly rolled over and got on her hands and knees. "Get back on," She panted wagging her as. "Now you ride me." He slapped her ass and she yelped, before he grabbed her hips and started pushing into her again.

She moaned, sinking to her elbows as he pushed his way through her opening and back in, beginning to fuck again. She wailed as he hammered into her from behind, occasionally slapping her ass leaving a red mark.

"You're so rough..." she moaned, "More..."

He grabbed her hair in his fist and tugged. She yelped again but pulled back against his grip. His cock was now slamming into her all the way to the hilt, she could feel his balls slapping her stomach and his tip kissed her cervix on the hardest thrusts.

She was shaking, overwhelmed by all the sensations, her mouth permanently a gape with moans finding it hard to breathe. She looked back at him, watching his cock pull out as best as she could see over her ass.

"Cyrus, I- I think I'm going to cum again..." She whispered raspily.

"I'm close too..." He heaved.

"Do it, Cyrus cum in me..." She moaned rocking back into him. "Fill me up-" she moaned trying to stay in control. Orgasm built quickly in her abdomen and she began shaking violently. "I'm cumming, Cyrus don't stop I'm cumming!" She moaned and her hips rocked and her shoulders gave and she moaned loudly into the blanket.

Cyrus felt pressure welling quickly and his cock was pulsing. When Edie came her pussy squeezed him hard and sent him over the edge. His cock erupted sending bursts of thick cum shooting into her. Her climax subsided and she moved back and forth enjoying the noises he made in post orgasm sensitivity, loving his twitching cock still giving little spurts of cum until it fell out. It slapped cum and wetness on her leg and threw some onto the bed.

Cyrus leaned over her and kissed her back and up to her cheek. "You throw a hell of a party." He said softly. She turned her head, unable to look back from her flat posture of surrender on the bed. "You are so much better than fantasy." She said quietly back.

"You mean that?" He asked.

"Fantasy is less messy." She said wagging her butt indicating some of him was leaking out of her. "But yes, I do." She wiggled her way into bodily contact with him and promptly fell asleep.

Ch. 7: Turning the Tables

The next morning, Cyrus beat Edie out of bed- like he beat all the girls out of bed and went running. Justine came down stairs and put on a pot of coffee and started cooking eggs, looking around for Cyrus who usually cooked. Beth came down next, said hello and hopped up on the counter.

"Did you hear Edie last night?" She said wiping sleep from her eyes.

"No." Justine said with a yawn. "I passed out." She looked intently at Beth. "Did she-"

Beth nodded.

"Aw." Justine said. "Our little book worm has grown up into a good little slut." She said with a giggle.

Beth rolled her eyes, poured Justine coffee and then served herself. "Where is Cyrus?" She asked.

"Still with Edie maybe?" Justine said with a wink. Beth shook her head.

"No, we'd hear them." Beth insisted. She looked at Justine.

"Should we get jobs?"

Justine looked confused by the question. "Jobs? Isn't our job to make babies. That's the job I signed up for."

Beth moved a long coiling lock from her face. "We spend most of the day around here lounging and waiting for him to finish taking care of stuff." She said looking sullen.

"Well, eventually we will all have to carry and deliver babies. He just has to make them." She said back playfully.

"Still, I feel like until we're all with child we should contribute something." Beth added.

"Sure," Justine said. "We could all start exercising. Make sure he always wants to make babies with us."

Beth sipped her coffee and stared at Justine. "Do you ever think about anything else?"

Justine shrugged. "Sometimes I think about food." She flipped one of the eggs over. "I guess eggs was a poor choice, because now I'm thinking about food, and wanting my eggs to get fertilized."

"Gross" Beth said. "Make me some?" Beth asked.

Justine looked at Beth. "I can't fertilize your eggs, Beth. I guess it would be fun to try anyway."

Beth rolled her eyes. "Breakfast, can you make me breakfast."

Justine sighed. "I guess so." She cracked two more eggs into the pan and lifted hers into a plate.

"So, you really don't want to have somewhere to go in the morning?" Beth asked watching her eggs bubble in the pan.

"I don't know. I guess it would be nice." Justine said. "I'm not really qualified for anything that would be available here though."

They looked towards the stairs when they heard someone descending and Edie came shuffling into the kitchen. She was wearing one of her patented girly nightgowns.

"Morning Edie." Justine said with a smirk. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," She said with a sheepish squeak.

"I'm sure she slept great." Beth followed up. "How do you feel?"

"Kind of sore..." She said standing awkwardly for the questions. "I don't think it's supposed to go in that far."

The two giggled. "Well come on in." Beth invited, "Justine is attempting to cook eggs."

"Attempting?" She said looking at Justine. "You just let them sit until they're brown."

"Brown is a relative term." Justine countered. "Did you have fun?"

"Well, turns out I'm really bad at it. But Cyrus seemed to know what he was doing. It was fun when he took over." She said.

Justine giggled. Edie sat on a stool by the counter. "What were y'all talking about?" Edie asked.

"Beth thinks we should get jobs." Justine said.

"Oh." Edie said looking nervous. "I don't know how to do much."

"That's what I said." Justine replied. "Apparently getting laid and awaiting a new person in me doesn't count for Beth."

Edie giggled.

"All I'm saying is I think it would be nice if we brought in some income to save up. Cyrus is working, or going to be. So he doesn't seem to trust that ExoCorp will keep providing for us. We shouldn't either." Beth insisted.

They heard the front door open and shut and turned in unison to look. Cyrus walked into the kitchen in a sleeveless shirt and running shorts. He was even wearing a watch.

"Where'd you go?" Justine asked serving Beth her eggs.

"I went running." He said gesturing to his sweat and clothing.

"How far did you go?" Edie asked.

He checked his watch, "Uh, about twelve miles."

They looked at each other, then the oven clock. "How long were you gone?" Beth asked.

"Around an hour?" He said unsure. The girls looked at each other again.

"Too slow?" He asked sounding almost insecure.

They all shook their heads. "Ok, well, I'm going to shower. Someone make me breakfast. Someone that isn't Justine." He said and walked up stairs.

Justine looked offended. "What's wrong with my breakfast?"

Cyrus stopped and looked around. "I like eggs, there's just no color. I need veggies, peppers."

"Seasoning." Edie chimed in. Cyrus pointed at her in confirmation, and then went upstairs.

Justine looked at Beth. "Did you hear what he said?"

"Not about food." Beth answered.

"Do you know how fast he was?" Justine followed.

"If I did my math right, about five minutes a mile." Beth answered.

"Is that fast?" Edie asked. Justine and Beth looked at her.

"It makes sense you've never run a step in your life and still get to look like that." Beth replied. "Yes, it's very fast."

"Beth, are you still hungry?" Justine asked, moving away from the stove.

"Yes." Beth said.

"For eggs." She followed.

"No." Beth looked at Justine then Edie. "We um, we should go see if he needs anything." She said

"For his shower." Justine finished and the two hurried away. Edie looked after them at the foyer. She thought about going, but the tenderness from the night before had her decide not to. She grabbed Justine's plate and started eating.

"It does need seasoning." She got up and went to the pantry.

Beth and Justine rushed up the stairs and stopped outside the master bedroom.

"Is this going to be weird?" Beth asked.

"I only if you make it weird." Justine said with a shrug. She moved copper hair from her face.

"So, do we just let ourselves in?" Beth asked looking into the empty room.

"Why not?" Justine asked. "The master shower is big enough for three." She said. She raised an eyebrow, "Well, three if we get snug."

"As long as he's in the middle." Beth said with a smirk.

"It's just a shower Beth," Justine said coyly, "Don't you think about anything else?"

"Shut up." Beth said and walked into the room. Justine laughed at her own joke and followed. They moved quietly into the bedroom and looked towards the bathroom. They could hear the water running and see the base of the glass door shower.

"Should we announce ourselves or surprise him?" Beth asked.

"I'm going to say surprise." Justine said. "the real question is, do we undress out here, or in there?"

"Out here, in there he might hear us." Beth said.

"Good point." Justine looked at Beth. "Want to undress me?"

"Whose pants are you trying to get into?" Beth asked jokingly.

"I'm not picky." Justine replied, and put her hands up. Beth grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head pulling it free. Her breasts bounced free. Beth set the shirt aside and Justine was still standing with her arms out.

Beth gave her a sideways look. "Really?"

"I said undress, not take off my shirt." Justine replied motioning to her pajama bottoms.

"He can't even see this." Beth replied.

"Scared you're going to like it?" Justine teased. Beth rolled her eyes, hooked her thumbs into Justine's pants and panties and yanked, pulling them all the way down.

"Want me to do you?" Justine asked.

"I think I can handle it." Beth said lifting her shirt off revealing a black lacy bra.

"You wear a bra to bed?" Justine asked.

"I wear sexy underwear all the time around here." Beth said shedding her PJ pants, matching black thong underneath.

"Mmmm," Justine said, "I like that." She looked Beth up and down.

"You know he can't hear or see any of this, right?" Beth repeated.

"Practice like you play." Justine cooed back. Beth sighed exasperatedly and unhooked her bra, letting it fall, Justine studying her breasts all along.

Beth put her hands on her hips. "Want to touch them?" She asked, being sarcastic. "They shake too." She wiggled her shoulders causing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

"Absolutely," Justine said, and before Beth knew it she had leaned in and taken a nipple into her mouth. Beth gasped quietly while Justine sucked and tickled for a few seconds then pulled away.

"What the hell?" Beth asked abrasively.

"You asked if I wanted to touch it, you didn't say with hands." Justine said tauntingly. "Besides, you know it felt good. Now hurry up and get your panties unwadded and off so we can get in. He's going to be done washing soon."

Beth groaned and dropped her panties, then motioned for Justine to lead the way in. Justine did, and Beth followed. They snuck across the tile floor and Justine poked her head in to the shower. Beth couldn't see but it sounded like Cyrus was startled.

"Ah!" Was what she heard.

"Mind if we cut in?" Justine asked, "If you wash it too much you're playing with it. We're just here to help." She didn't wait for the answer, stepping into the shower and under the water.

"We?" He asked sounding confused.

Beth followed Justine. "Well you sounded so tired and sweaty from your run we thought you could use some extra hands." She said closing the shower behind them.

The shower was cramped and bodies were touching no matter where anyone adjusted. Cyrus couldn't ignore how soft and slick Justine and Beth felt when they moved against him. Despite his immediate wishes, his member expanded quickly and completely- all of him rapidly erect and rock hard.

"Cyrus," Beth said in a teasingly stern voice. "Is something on your mind?"

"I didn't realize we had gotten into shower with a pervert." Justine taunted back. "We just wanted to get in, help you clean off after your run- and then clean each other."

"Can't we do that without you getting all excited?" Beth asked with a prodding look.

"Come on Beth, I'll wash you." Justine said, her stomach and waist brushing Cyrus' shaft and tip as she reached around him, bending over to get to the body wash. She stood up and turned back to Beth, Cyrus now poking her in the back, his shaft sliding up and down as she moved.