Lust on the Way to Vega

"The effect is stronger here," I said, feeling my cock pulse in the captain's hand.

Deirdre had a wicked smile on her face. She nuzzled her nose against my neck, before whispering, "Get under the controls and see what's going on. I'll keep this big dick of yours happy for a bit."

This was one of the systems I had been trained for, so I scooted my upper body through the access panel. Just as I reached where I could see the circuits overhead, several of which looked totally fried, I could feel Deirdre pull my pants off of my legs, my hard cock waving in the air for the three seconds it took her to squat over it and drop her pussy to engulf the first six inches of it. Then she just sat there, squeezing with her muscles.

It worked, too. I could think more clearly, without the insistent urge to fuck her right away, even with the moans I could still hear from Keiko and Jim.

On my wrist-comp, I noted several circuit boards that would need replacement, only to find that three of them were not listed as having duplicates in the ship's inventory.

"Captain, we may have a problem," I said. "The computer doesn't list replacements for several of these damaged parts in the inventory."

"You've got your gorgeous black cock deep in my pussy, Darius. I think we can dispense with the ranks. Can you shut it down?"

"I'm checking, Deirdre," I replied. "Fuck it, I can't. It shares a control circuit with the rest of life support. I can't shut one off without shutting off both. Even that has to be done by the computer, after we enter stasis and don't need it any more. Any time we're awake, both systems have to be on."

"Can you adjust the modulator, reduce the effect?"

I answered, "One of the damaged parts is the modulator. It's totally dead. Without it, the rest of the system is acting more like an amplifier instead. Whoever designed this piece of shit better hope he's died before we get back. If I truly can't find the replacements in the ship stores, we're going to be a horny bunch for a year, while we're trying to do this survey. Assuming we don't exhaust our food even sooner, with all this extra exercise."

"Anything else you can fix while you're down there?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said. "I've got to get what duplicate parts we do have."

She pulled her body off of my cock, and I already missed the sensation. She said, "Then get out of there and fuck the hell out of me. At least one orgasm apiece, then we'll get the XO and doctor separated and go check on other systems."

I pulled myself clear of the console, and Deirdre was already on her back, her knees bent and spread wide. Both hands were stroking her pussy, one focused on her clit, the other shoving two fingers deep inside. She locked eyes with me and moaned, "Get that pole inside me, Darius. Now!"

I complied, pulling her feet to the side so I could kneel at her ass, my own legs spread wide, and pushed my rock hard cock in between the two fingers already stuffed in her slit, trapping them against the top of my cock until I pulled back and they came out with a popping sound.

I slammed back in and grabbed both of her legs, pressing my chest into them, gradually winding up with her knees draped over my arms. I pushed them further towards her head, both of our pelvises elevating as I pulled my knees together beneath me. My thighs slapped against her ass, while her thighs slapped my abdomen, her boobs going every which way.

"Oh, Darius, fuck me, baby! Your cock feels made for me!"

I couldn't disagree. I'm not a small guy, about 11 inches of man meat, although not as thick as Langa had appeared to be when Deirdre and Nancy were sucking his cock. A lot of women are too small for me, hitting their cervix too hard even on those who say they're into size. But not Deirdre. Except for a bit that stayed outside because of the thickness of her thighs and ass, she took every inch, although I did nudge her cervix a few times. Her pussy was deep, but not loose, just perfect for me.

"Gunna cum!" I grunted.

"Do it, fill me up!" she cried, just as I heard Keiko cumming as well. Looking over, Jim had our Irish/Japanese beauty bent over the exam table, and was fucking her from behind, juices running down the side. The sight made my balls clench, and I poured my spunk into Deirdre's deepest reaches. That triggered her own orgasm. She rippled around me, raising me higher still as I gushed glob after glob of sticky sperm into her.

Slowly, I lowered Deirdre's ass back to the floor, as my cock popped out of her slit and a long strand of cum connected us, until it snapped and fell to the floor between her legs.

"Thanks, babe," Deirdre muttered, as Jim and Keiko slumped to the floor beside us, Keiko looking totally exhausted. "Now let's see how much work we can get done before the horniness takes hold again. Darius, go check the parts storage. Jim, we need to take the doctor to her cabin so she can recover, then you and I need to check the bridge systems, to see if there was any damage there. No sex on the bridge."

Jim managed to get up on wobbly legs and dressed himself, while Deirdre pulled some clothes on Keiko. Between him and Deirdre, they managed to lift Keiko up and carried her towards the crew quarters.

I got redressed, headed to the cargo hold, where our spare parts were stored. Grabbing a scanner wand, I identified and set aside the parts which I needed from the inventory, then checked everything that remotely looked like one of the parts that the computer said we were missing, but nothing matched. Either the barcodes were wrong, or they truly had let us fly 25 light years without duplicates for parts that were proving to be pretty important for us. I started to worry about fights breaking out, since the suppressors were also supposed to keep anger from flaring. Let one of those flights be over one of the women and we would be in real trouble.

There were plenty of systems that had two sets of backup parts in the stores, but for this one system, we had none. Anger was beginning to fill my head. Not at my crew, but at short-sightedness back on Earth.

I grabbed the parts that we did have, along with a couple of tools I would need, and headed back to the medbay, to make those repairs. The closer I got, the more that lust replaced my anger.

My cock had hardened down my pants leg by the time I lay back down at the access panel. I had to raise my knees to relieve the pressure, as I struggled to keep focused on the tasks at hand.

I had gotten the first circuit board swapped out that governed the medical scanners, when I felt a hand gripping my cock against my leg, sliding closer to its head. "How's your focus, Darius?" Nancy asked. "Langa got the food processors working. How's it going here?"

A tremor swept through my body, and I know I gushed some precum inside my pants, but already my head felt clearer. "Keep stroking it like that. Umm, I think I've got the medical scanners going. But the emotion suppression system might not be repairable and can only be shut down when life support is. We were supposed to have replacement parts, but they seem to have been left out of the inventory. I already checked in the hold in case it's the computer's inventory that's messed up, but the parts just aren't there, unless they're mislabeled."

Nancy start pulling on the waist to my pants, wanting skin to skin contact. "So we fuck and suck our way through the rest of the mission? I'm actually okay with that. I never agreed with the celibacy policy in the first place. Do you have more work to do in there?"

I answered, "Yeah, a couple more boards related to the CO2 scrubbers. Why?"

She snickered, before saying, "Because I want to know what this big cock feels like inside my cunt, not just my mouth. And if it will help you focus, all the better."

"You're a pretty small girl, Nance. Are you sure?" I asked, even though I desperately wanted her to say yes. While she wasn't the shortest of the crew, about 5'5", she was a skinny twig, with the narrowest hips of the four women.

"You ever hear of the A-spot?" she asked.

"Anterior fornix, right? Yeah, I've heard of it. S'posed to be more intense than the gspot."

Nancy said, "Oh, yeah. And you have to be able to reach my cervix to hit it. But the posterior fornix is also capable of producing intense orgasms, and is sometimes called the deep spot or the p-spot. I do believe your cock is long enough to reach, so long as I'm doing the driving."

I said, "If you say so. You've certainly got my permission, if you'll hand me that 205 board first?"

Nancy handed me the board, then grabbed the head of my cock, giving it a quick squeeze, driving some of the blood from the glans, which helped clear my big head a little more.

As I started swapping out the board, the sensation of Nancy's pussy lips embracing the head of my cock made me gasp. As she slid onto it, I realized that she'd made the broadest part of my cock a little smaller before she let it invade her body. It would refill, but after it was inside her. She was still tight around me, as she lowered herself inch by inch.

I got that board swapped out, just as I felt my cock bump into her cervix, as I expected. "Hand me the last board, Nancy?" I asked.

The sensation of her twisting her body to reach the circuit board to hand it to me was followed by her continuing to lean forward, as my cock pressed against the back wall of her vagina and then pushed past her cervix, into a spot I'd never reached before. Intellectually, I knew I must be pushing into the posterior fornix that Nancy had mentioned, but all my cock knew was that Nancy's pussy suddenly felt several inches deeper, and the space around my cock head was incredibly tight.

"Don't thrust, yet. Let me drive," she breathed, as she started to rise and fall just an inch or two, my glans never leaving the area beside her cervix.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I warned her.

"Not yet, Darius. I'm almost to the big one. Focus on the repairs."

I took a deep breath, and worked on replacing that third circuit board. Suddenly, Nancy started chanting, "Yes, yes, Oh, god, yes!" and started to shake atop me, for 10, 20 seconds, before my own orgasm broke loose and I started spurting. "Thrust, now!" she cried and my hips jolted upwards, bringing a loud, piercing scream from her mouth and even more tremors from the little woman with the deep spot.

I'm pretty sure she passed out from the pleasure, because the next thing I know she was crashing to her left, nearly snapping my cock in two. I rolled to my side, momentum pulling her off of my cock.

My repairs were finished, so I scooted my ass out of the access panel and checked on her. She was unconscious, but didn't appear to have hit her head. I closed up the panel, grabbed my clothes - Nancy had arrived naked - picked her up, and headed to the crew quarters to put her to bed.

I got to our lounge area and there was Deirdre sitting in one of the big chairs, with Ashley kneeling in front of it, licking Deirdre's pussy, while Jim Clapton was underneath Ashley, sucking on her pussy as well.

Deirdre spotted us and asked, "She fucked out?"

"Passed out from a p-spot orgasm, is what she called it," I answered. "Whether she'll want to go again when she wakes up, I don't know. I got the med scanners and the CO2 scrubbers repaired. We don't have the backup boards for the suppressor system, I'm afraid."

She nodded, then said, "Jim and I didn't find any problems on the bridge and Milo says he'll be better working on propulsion alone for now, rather than having someone around to make him aroused. Why don't you take Nancy to her room and join us? I promised Ashley she didn't have to have intercourse if she didn't want it."

'I doubt I'd fit inside her, anyway,' I thought. She was the 'little girl' on the crew, barely 5 feet tall, freckled, red-headed, yet with more curves than Nancy. She was only 22 when the ship launched and none of us had aged in stasis. She was also the resident genius among us. She had graduated high school at 16, graduated a double science major (Biology/Chemistry) at 19, and had Masters degrees in both at 21. She was our science officer, with a focus on environmental analysis, if we located life on any of the worlds.

The entire crew was protective of her, standing up for her when certain elements in the government wanted to ban her from the mission for being a lesbian. We universally made the point that the suppression system would render sexual attraction moot and the higher ups relented. They couldn't neuter us and then be bigots about the sex that wasn't supposed to happen.

Now that suppression system was malfunctioning and her urges were on full display. So were her fears.

I settled Nancy into her bed, also checked quickly on Keiko, who was still sleeping but with a definite smile on her face, and returned to the lounge.

Deirdre was still in the chair, softly diddling her clit. Jim and Ashley were lying on the floor in a 69 position, with Ashley just holding his cock and staring at it. "I don't know," I heard her say, when I reached them.

"What's wrong, Ash?" I asked, laying down behind her. "Not sure you want to make love to a man? It's okay if you don't, you know."

"Really?" she asked. "I'm just so horny. Even after getting to lick Deirdre's pussy and Jim licking mine, I want more. It's just..."

"You've never been with a man?" I asked.

"Not... willingly," she responded. Her whole body trembled at a bad memory. "I don't want to talk about that, though," she said, shaking it off.

I had an urge to hurt whoever it was that Ashley didn't want to talk about, but that wasn't going to help her in this moment. "I hope I only have to say this once, Ash," I said, softly. "Whatever the suppressor equipment is doing to us right now, we still decide whether or not to consent. Don't do something you will regret later, just because an artificially stimulated urge is making you feel things you haven't before."

"Oh, Darius, I love this whole crew, so much!" Ashley said, spinning over to embrace me, causing me to stiffen again as soon as her B-cup tits brushed across my chest. Her nipples were as hard as the pebbles they resembled. "You've always had my back," she said.

"And your front, at the moment. It's turning me on, as I'm sure you can tell."

"You're so big, Darius," she said, fear returning to her voice as one hand wrapped around my cock.

"I know hon," I said. "I'm probably not your best choice for your first experience with a loving man, if you choose to have one. I... I barely fit inside Nancy, and she's got five inches in height on you, although she's skinnier."

She looked me in the eyes before saying, "I... I jacked Milo off, to help him work on the propulsion controls. Can I do the same for you? And maybe get you to lick my pussy? I'm not afraid of that."

"I never want to make you afraid, Ash. I'd love to taste your pussy." I was about to tell Jim that he'd have to settle for the Captain for now, only to find that she was already riding him, right beside us, the sound of her huge breasts slapping against her chest competing with her thighs hitting his. Had it really only been an hour since I'd been inside that pussy?

Ashley pushed me to my back and spun around, throwing her leg over my head, slowly settling her pussy onto my mouth. Even that looked extra small, her glistening inner lips barely showing.

I split them with my tongue and found her taste intoxicating and slightly sweet. Her hand tentatively grasped my cock, then her other hand grasped below that, taking my measure. I felt her tremble above me. I muttered, "It's okay, Ash, take your time. Soft and light to start. I'm not sure I can cum again, anyway."

Whatever had happened in Ashley's past, she certainly didn't feel inexperienced, as she started to stroke me up and down, then spat on the shaft to add some lubrication. I had never experienced a better hand-job in my life, but was pretty drained by three orgasms in as many hours.

I tried my best to return the favor, sucking and nibbling on her lady parts, sucking on a turgid clit. I was rubbing a finger along her labia when she whispered, "You can put it inside, Darius. I want you to."

I slowly inched my index finger inside, seeking out her gspot. She moaned loudly when I reached it, gasping, "Yes!" as I thrummed across it, my tongue doing counterpoint across her clit.

The splash of her juices across my face caught me by surprise, as Ashley hadn't been very vocal as she came. "Oh my... oh my..." escaped her lips, as she shuddered over me. "That caught me by surprise, Darius. What did you do?" she asked, as she turned around and lay atop my chest, stroking it softly, her head on my shoulder. My cock was standing up between her thighs, midway to her knees.

"Stroked your gspot, baby?" I asked. "Nobody's ever done that for you before?"

She whispered, "I didn't let my female lovers finger me like that."

"I'll guess that the man or men in your life weren't interested in your pleasure?" I whispered back.

She shook her head no, quietly, as I watched a tear roll down her nose to drop to my skin.

I kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm going to kill whoever hurt you, when we get back, baby."

"Don't waste your anger. He'll be dead long before then, Darius," she said, turning to look me in the eyes. "I joined this mission in part because I could start fresh once we get home. There wasn't anyone left that I was going to miss and a lot to escape from. I figured 60 years ought to be enough distance. Instead, I found a new family, with all of you."

We lay there for several minutes, watching Deirdre and Jim fuck beside us, my cock still hard and beginning to ooze.

Deirdre reached over, grasped it, and shifted with Jim to doggy style so she could gobble me into her mouth. Ashley turned herself around to lie on her back atop me, scooting down until her pussy was nestled against my cock, several inches still sticking out between her thighs. Deirdre added licking Ashley's clit to her blowjob.

I had my arms over Ashley's shoulders, rubbing her pebbly nipples between my fingers. She came again, shaking on my chest and soaking my cock and Deirdre's face, just as Jim grunted that he was cumming. As soon as he was done shooting off inside her, Deirdre spun around, straddled both Ashley's and my legs, and lowered her pussy onto the exposed inches of my cock, her clit pressing against Ashley's.

Deirdre gyrated in that position, stimulating us both. Ashley was so firmly pressed into my cock, with her butt cheeks squeezing my base, that I felt like I was inside both of them.

Ashley came again, squirting even more fluid around us. Deirdre started to rise and fall, pressing Ashley into my groin. Ashley's pussy lips stroked my cock as she bounced atop me. My orgasm roared through me and I overfilled Deirdre, as my cum, probably mixed with Jim's, squirted out with every last thrust, making a mess of all three of our groins.

Deirdre was finally done in, falling to my side, to spoon behind Jim's back, who was already snoring.

Ashley was awake, but limp. I sat both of us up, clasped her torso to my chest with one hand, got the other under her rump and levered myself onto my feet. I carried her into her cabin, pulled her covers down and deposited her on the bed.

As I pulled her covers up, she grabbed my hand. "I want to make love to you, Darius. Completely. Not today, but as soon as I'm ready, I want it to be you."

"I'm honored, Ash. I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Even if I ask you not to be?" she asked.

"We'll see. I'm a born protector, angel."

"We'll see, indeed. Thank you for today, at least." She yawned, blinked at me twice, and was out cold.

~~~~~

The following day, I wound up in Medlab, assisting Keiko in running some diagnostics on the systems I had repaired the day before, as well as continuing to explore options for repairing the suppressors.