Metamorphodick Ch. 02

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Yes!"

As I'm smashing Narin's pussy, Meela climbs on top of her. She buries her face in the other woman's tits while she grinds her crotch against mine whenever I slam into Narin. It's a wonderful view; I'm just disappointed that I can't fuck both of these pussies at once.

Then I remember the blacksite and the eight penises and I realise that I actually can fuck both of these pussies. I search my mental controls; I'm becoming increasingly familiar with this strange addition to my mind, and I quickly find what I'm looking for. I pull myself out of Narin, eliciting a moan of disappointment.

"Oh god, put it back in!" she whines.

I ignore her for the moment and concentrate. I watch in fascination as my cock, right now a ten-inch monster, ripples along its length, then splits into two ten-inch monsters, one above the other. Holding one in each hand, I position my two heads at the entrances to Meela and Narin's pussies. Then I thrust, burying my cocks deep inside each of the two women.

They each cry out in ecstasy as I fill their cunts. For a moment, each woman thinks that she's the only one I've chosen to fuck. Almost as one, they turn their heads to look back at me, and see two cocks sprouting from my groin and impaling their pussies.

"Fucking hell, that's hot," Narin moans.

Meela doesn't say anything; she just grinds her hips against mine, urging me deeper.

I begin to fuck Meela and Narin with abandon. They both scream and wail as their insides are pummelled. Occasionally they kiss each other, shouting muffled cries of pleasure into each other's mouths.

I alternate between holding on to Meela's hips and Narin's. The feeling of their inner walls yielding to my cocks is incredible. Meela is not as tight as Narin, whose pussy is squeezing me like a vice, but Meela still makes a fantastic cocksleeve. Even though I came just a few minutes ago, I don't know how long I'm going to last now; the feeling of two cocks slamming into these two cunts is like nothing I've felt before.

As if on some prearranged signal, Meela and Narin's tunnels begin to spasm around me.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come!" Narin yells.

"Shit, me too!" Meela shouts.

I increase my pace, foregoing depth for speed. My cocks jackhammer in and out of Meela and Narin as their pussies ripple and convulse around me. After a few seconds of shallow pounding, each woman screams, their hips buck wildly, and their cunts practically crush my cocks as they come.

"Oooh! Oooooh! Oooooooh!" Narin screams.

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaah! Fuuuuuck!" Meela wails.

With these two cunts milking cocks, I can't hold back any longer. The pressure builds in my shaft, my cocks throb, and I shoot my loads deep into these two pussies. I continue thrusting, spurting rope after rope of cum into Meela and Narin. My orgasms are so intense that I collapse on top of Meela. My hips buck weakly as I pump the last of my seed into the two women.

I'm breathing hard as I push myself up and stand back from the table. My two cocks, softening after emptying my balls, flop out of Meela and Narin with two audible and wet pops. With a mental click, my two cocks merge back into one. A trickle of cum oozes out of Meela's pussy lips and drips down onto Narin's dark pubic hair.

In my post-orgasm clarity, I notice a second presence in my head, alongside Meela's. I think that it's Narin, and I realise that I must have 'left on' my mind-controlling jizz, which Narin swallowed when I came in her mouth. This makes things a lot easier. Once Meela has climbed off Narin and we've both zipped up our coveralls, I command the other woman to sleep. Narin curls up on the table and dozes off, cum dribbling down her chin and out of her cunt.

Meela and I leave the security office, and I follow her into the hangar. She leads me to her ship, the one that brought me here. We enter the ship, and I get Meela to show me how to fly it. It's a longshot - after all, what are the chances that I can learn to fly a super-advanced spaceship in just a few minutes - but it pays off. Turns out that super-advanced spaceships are actually super easy to fly. The controls are simple, with most of the functions handled by the onboard computer.

Once I've familiarised myself with the controls, I command Meela to return to her bed and sleep. When she leaves, I power up the ship and take her out. As I'm passing out of the hangar entrance into space, I notice the hangar number painted on one of the walls.

69. How appropriate.

I chuckle to myself and accelerate away from the base and into my next adventure.

To be continued in Chapter Three: Hunted and Fucked!