Starlight Gleaming Ch. 10

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Moving to her locker, Ixma retrieved a large brush, then standing next to me, held out her hand. "The soap, sir." I gave it to her. Ixma wet down the brush and lathered up the bristles. Using one hand to hold me, she began thoroughly scrubbing me down. Shoulders, chest, upper back, lower back, legs, feet, even doing the crack in my ass. She worked quickly, peeling off a layer of skin. Each time she was done with a section, she'd say, "Rinse," so I did. The last time I'd been so thoroughly scrubbed was when I visited home, and my personal servant Calia had worked me over.

The young woman was flushed from the heat and the exercise, her nipples hard, her gaze lingering over me. All that remained was my crotch. Ixma looked at her Lieutenant.

Janetta looked vastly amused. "Probably better not use the brush there, Ixma. Too brutal for detail work. Best use your hands. Clean him good."

Nodding, Ixma rinsed out her brush, set it aside, then soaped her hands. Standing in front of me, she reached down and began to wash my upper thighs and lower belly, then my ball sack and cock. Naturally, I hardened. When Ixma rinsed me off, she looked up at me, licking her lips. I looked directly into her eyes. "Is that clean enough, sir?"

"Move aside," Janetta replied. "Let me see. No, not clean enough. Do him again."

Again Ixma lathered up my thighs and between my legs, running her soapy hands up and down my shaft, making me harder. She looked up at me as her hands moved over my cock and balls. This time she moved out of the way after rinsing me again. "Clean, sir?"

"Looks good," Janetta replied. "Who is your officer, Corporal?"

Startled, she turned to Janetta. "You are, sir."

"Who is your man?"

"He is, sir."

"Corporal, you are naked with your man, and you have your hand on his hard cock. What do you intend to do about it?"

She looked up at me, water streaming down our fronts, her blue eyes comprehending. Opening her legs and standing on her toes, she tried to move my cock into her pussy. "Please take me, sir."

"Even with them watching?"

"We are all your women, sir. Show me I belong to you." She got the crown of my cock within her outer labia, moved, but it slipped out. Grabbing my shaft, she tried to guide me inside again. Her outer lips, slicker, took in my crown, but then her feet dropped back to the floor and again I slipped out. Frustrated, she looked up. "I'm too short to take you standing face to face."

I put my hand between her legs, caressing her bare folds. Gently I slid a finger inside, probing her wet heat. Gasping, Ixma held onto me and arched her hips forward, giving me better access. I tried for a second finger, stroking the length of her swelling lips.

Her eyes closed and she moaned. "Please," she begged.

"Hang on to me," I said. "Put one leg around my hip, and when I lift you up, wrap your other leg around me. I'll put my arms under your legs and hold you up. Yes, just like that. Now guide me in."

She guided my cock inside.

Shifting, I pressed a little deeper into her sheath, gaining an inch at a time.

Ixma cried out as I opened her up. Her eyes grew bigger with each thrust until her sex fully enveloped my length, stretching her insides. She shivered as she whimpered. More liquid heat coated my shaft as she wrapped herself tightly around me.

I turned sideways so the other three could more easily watch me driving into Ixma's open flower. Starting slow, I pulled her away until my crown was just inside her pussy, then pressed back inside, sliding into her buttery center until my balls caressed her butt.

"Oh, gods." Her blue eyes wide and unseeing, her focus on my length buried within her center. Hard nipples brushed my chest as she undulated against me. Ixma's pussy slickened further, coating my balls as I probed her passage. In and out, her body caressing and receiving mine.

"So good," she husked. "Don't ever stop."

As I picked up the pace, her breathing quickened to match, and I echoed her. Firmer I thrust, then harder. Ixma moaned, increasing in loudness in time with the faster coupling.

Soon I was pounding into Ixma's tightening, slick sheath, my cock spearing into her puffy folds, exploring deep inside her belly. Her hips slapped hard with each bounce against my groin, and she wailed in pleasure. Every sixth or eighth drive into her, I held her close, moving her up and around, grinding her mound against mine. She eagerly rocked her hips, panting.

Ixma's grip on my arms tightened. As she neared her peak, she quieted, her desperate, hungry eyes lost in lust, focused on our union. Over and over, I lifted her up and dropped her down, grunting as I impaled her on my shaft. Again and again, her hips slammed against mine, and my cock plowed into her slick, hot groove, opening up her channel. Then she cried out, bucking in my grasp. Slowing down, I deliberately stroked in and out of her full length, while her pussy throbbed, coating my cock anew.

Continuing my firm, thorough probing of her sex, I suddenly felt my balls tighten and my shaft thicken. Grinding myself within her slick heat, I grunted as jet after jet of semen sprayed the entrance to her womb. Ixma gave a strangled cry, rolling her hips as she tried burying me deeper within her welcoming, convulsing sheath.

When her mind returned to awareness, she leaned in and kissed me hard as she heaved for air, flushed from her face all the way down to her breasts. Under the cooling water, the darker shade rapidly faded.

Ixma cupped my face, staring into my eyes. "You feel .. so amazing. Nothing else mattered but you moving inside me. I feel your hard shaft filling me. And the hot and slick warmth of your seed in my belly." Then she shivered as another tremor ran through her body. Leaning her head against my chest, she murmured, "I love you, Ranji. I love you so much."

Kissing the top of her head, I glanced at Janetta. She didn't seem surprised by Ixma's declaration. Ixma had asked her permission about it the night before, and Janetta had given her response.

Zinja and Cholan both stood up, faces flushed as they adjusted underwear and closed up their trousers.

"Zinja," Janetta said, keeping her eyes on us. "I want you to show the Corporal how to run the scope and the diagnostics programs tonight. She needs to get up to speed on that."

"I'm already started on that work, sir," protested Cholan.

"Sergeant, as soon as Lieutenant Kandikan is dressed, you are going home with him. Your night off. But, I expect you back here by noon tomorrow, to pick up any slack. That will mean almost a full twenty-four hour duty, Sergeant Cholan. Are you up for that? Because if not--"

"No, sir. I mean, yes, sir! Really, sir?" Cholan got excited.

As I slipped out of Ixma, I let her legs down. She grunted at putting her legs together, but contented herself with holding me close as the heavy stream of water ran over us.

Janetta nodded, speaking to all her team. "Yes, Cholan. Depending on how much we get done tonight, and tomorrow afternoon, I'll let Sergeant Zinja go home with him tomorrow night. As a heads up, in the meantime, we are approaching the two-hundred-eighty-fifth hour limit on my engines. After last flight tomorrow morning, Zinja, you need to contact Maintenance and verify they have two Manco model two-hundreds ready for us, because after the weekend, all four of us will be busy swapping out the old engines and putting in the new ones, on our day off. And I will want a test flight before that bird is back on the line.

"Cholan, you and Zinja put some of that beer into Kandikan's car. The fridge at home is empty. When you get home, Cholan, stock the fridge and deliver the duffle bags with clean laundry to the bedrooms. Zinja, I'm going to my office to deal with the paperwork. Break out the sandwich wraps for lunch."

Looking in the new fridge, Janetta took out a bottle of juice and one of water. "Corporal! Clean your pussy, get dressed, and get your ass in gear! We've got work to do. And someone get those damn doors open. It's like an oven in here!"

The women hustled about. I got dressed and loaded the beer into my vehicle. Zinja had picked out my civvies for me to wear-- shorts and a plain tan tee-shirt. My dress shoes didn't really go with them, but so what? The temperature had dropped to the mid-nineties, so once the hangar doors were opened, it felt a lot cooler. It wasn't lost on me that the first item of clothing Ixma put back on was the neckerchief over her hair.

I stopped by Janetta's office before we left. I rapped on the open door.

"Busy, Kandikan. Go away." Without looking, she continued writing.

"Your stud would like to know, Queen Bitch, if he can kiss you before he goes home for the night."

She put down her pen and grinned. "Since you asked so nicely, I would like that."

I pulled her up and drew her into my arms. For several long moments, we enjoyed the contact of each other's bodies, while our mouths explored each other. I started down her neck, but she pushed me away.

"Stud, huh? That implies breeding. No breeding allowed here."

"True enough," I told her quietly, looking directly into her eyes. "But if I rode you like that was the goal, wouldn't you like that?"

She scowled at me. "I am already soaked from watching you work over Ixma. I love you and ache for you and .. and you say that to me? Knowing I have to wait until tomorrow night?" She waved her finger at me, then poked me in the chest. "You are a mean bastard! Knock that shit off, Kandikan! Get out of here. I've got work to do. Out! Out! Out!"

Laughing, I collected Cholan and we drove home. It was already after midnight.

* * * * *

Once at the cottage, we took care of the beer and the laundry, then opened windows and turned on the ceiling fans.

Cholan paused in the doorway to their room. I hadn't really had a good chance to see what was inside. I mean I had glimpsed inside if the door was open, but since it wasn't my room, I tried not to pry. Now, however, I was here to spend time with Cholan in the room she shared with Zinja and Ixma.

Two full beds and a narrow lane between them. Some might think mother and daughter sharing a bed strange, but it was common among the middle and lower classes. Expense might be a factor, but people often slept better with someone else close by. Zinja and Ixma had a deep love for each other, and both women shared themselves with me, but there was nothing sexual between them.

I continued scanning the room. At the south end by the double windows was a large dresser, and a smaller one, side by side. I was pretty sure Zinja and Ixma shared the larger one, and a tiny closet for all their uniforms. Then I noticed the evening and sun dresses I'd bought for them, hanging amidst the many blue uniforms. It was tight in the small closet Janetta and I shared. Theirs was packed.

On the walls were a few travel posters announcing the scenic pleasures of Tikun, the relaxation to be found on the glittering beaches of The Eastern Islands, and -- hmm, Capisco has a zoo? See the giant sloth, the short-nosed bear, sabre-toothed cats, scimitar cats, and more! Family fun for everyone!

I saw a picture and went over to examine it. Zinja stood in her dress uniform. She was younger, with the rank of a buck sergeant. She looked serious, but you could also see her pride, too. Beside her was Ixma, barely in her teens, wearing a simple yet pretty dress, and a line of flowers in her braided hair. She held her mother's hand and grinned happily. The photo was black and white. Color was more expensive, and knowing how much sergeants made, especially one supporting a child without a spouse, it must have been an extravagance. Nonetheless, I thought it a remarkable image, a literal snapshot of a happy moment from their past, proudly displayed by their bed. There was no doubt mother and daughter loved each other. No doubt when you saw them, they still loved each other.

I turned and realized I had ignored Cholan. Sitting primly on the bed, she watched me examine their personal space. The satchel with her laptop rested on the corner of her dresser. I went over and sat beside her.

"I'm sorry. This is the first time I really had a good look at your room. The place is pretty barren, like the front room. Are you nervous?"

"Yes, sir," she answered quietly.

Distraction to help her relax is what she needed. I took her hand and turned to face her. "The posters are okay, but I really like that picture of those two. It makes the room individual, personal. You should put up something too, Cholan. Do you have any pictures of your family that you could put up?"

"Only digital images. Actual photographs are expensive, sir. Last time I checked, it was twenty credits for a small three by five image. Forty for a six by ten, and sixty for a nine by fifteen like they have. Color is almost double that. Nearly everything goes to our rent here. You keep us fed and give us things ..." Her voice trailed off.

"You have your own charge card now. Select two or three pictures you really like, have them printed and framed, and put them up on the wall. And before you protest, hear me out. There should be something that says, 'Cholan lives here.' And do them in color. Pass on to Zinja that if she or Ixma have a picture or two they want to add, that I want them to spend the credits."

She frowned. "So much money, sir?"

I shook my head. "Besides my pay, I get a stipend from my parents. I spend over a hundred credits in monthly locker rental for my aircraft alone. It's not going to break me. You are important Cholan. You matter."

Cholan looked astonished. "You .. own an aircraft?"

"I do. I need to find a place to store it nearby, but yes, I do. It's not anything fancy. Just an ultralight. I am a pilot like your Lieutenant and I love to fly. I didn't qualify to be a combat pilot, though. Put me in an interceptor and I'd get my ass shot down, sure as the sun rises. I love flying, but Janetta lives and breathes it. Like it was her religion, and she was the high priestess."

"Yes, sir," Cholan chuckled. "That's her, all right."

"I haven't had a chance to go up for the fun of it in over a year," I continued. "I need to get a storage locker in Capisco. I think I should buy another ultralight, so she and I can go flying together. Maybe let you and the others buzz around a bit, too."

"Me? Fly?" she squeaked.

"Sure! It's easy. Just like driving a car, but with up and down added in. I have a Lio Airways Sparrow. It's really stable, even when you lose power." Having voiced the idea, it sounded good, too. Get a storage locker somewhere in or close to Capisco, order a second ultralight, and have my own shipped here.

Photos of all of us sounded good, too. Pictures of all of us, together. Informal ones, and ones where we are all in our dress uniforms. Maybe something to give Corporal Sowitwee to do -- either to find out who does them, or have him take the photos.

"Do I have to decide now about the flying?"

"No, you don't." I smiled at her.

"Good." She looked relieved.

"Cholan? You are in the Air Service. You came out here in one of those Condors. Do you have a thing about flying?"

"Closed my eyes the whole time, sir. Pretended I was riding the bad roads around Dyn Choga. I like my job fine. Ladders and platforms, no problem. I can get into aircraft if it's required, but I really, really like solid ground."

My laughter transformed into a yawn, followed by another. I suddenly felt tired. "Sorry. Are you still nervous about being with me?"

"Not as much, but some. Yeah." She nudged me. "I appreciate you talking to me."

"I remember our time together in that office with great affection. I had a great time with you. You let me know you had a good time, too, and that, in itself, is pretty hot stuff, Cholan. Back then we hardly knew each other. I know I like you a lot more now." I caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning in to my touch. "Why are you nervous?"

"It's been almost four months since you had me, sir."

"I know. But that has nothing to do with you. I am happy to be here with you. You are a good woman. You're smart, have a great taste in music, and I'm finding that you have a wicked sense of humor, too. Pretty sexy, all that wrapped up in one person." I yawned again. "I'm sorry. The yawning has nothing to do with you."

Concerned, she put her hand on my shoulder. "I know. It's hours past your regular bedtime. If you just want to go to sleep, I'd understand, sir."

Shaking my head, I stood up. "I am tired, but I also want to be with you. I just don't want to short change you."

"We don't always get all that we want. Inside, I'm giddy with the fact that you are here in my bedroom with me, and I get to sleep beside you."

I grinned at her. "Let's get undressed and get into bed, shall we?"

"Yes, sir." Standing near, she yanked out her shirt tails and removed her shirt, folding it neatly and laying it beside her laptop on the dresser. She caught me looking at her breasts when she took off her bra. "You like them, sir?"

"Seriously impressive. Huge aureoles, thick nipples. I could lose myself amongst them."

Kicking off her shoes, Cholan looked pleased. "You just let me know when, sir."

Naked, I pulled back the blankets down to the sheet, and climbed onto the bed, moving over by the wall. She finished undressing, turned off the light, and climbed in next to me.

Scooting in closer, I drew her in and kissed her. Sighing, she responded eagerly. Each time our lips met, there was a growing urgency. Our hands weren't idle either. My free hand kneaded her breast, while she reached down and stroked me, encouraging me to harden. I slid my hand down her belly, running my fingers through her mons hair, then caressed the long groove of her entrance. Her legs opened up and she moaned. The heat I felt there was suddenly overwhelmed by the flood bursting from her swelling folds of sensitive flesh.

"You are really wet," I grinned.

"Yes, sir," she moaned, rubbing her mound against my fingers. "You pounded into Ixma like a farmer plowing open new earth, spreading her pussy lips wide like furrows, and then you filled her with your seed."

"Plowing her furrow? That's an unusual phrase coming from a city girl like you."

"You're right, true enough. Zinja said it while we watched you do Ixma. No question, sir. You destroyed that girl. We both came from watching and hearing her pleasure. The Lieutenant didn't touch herself, but I'm sure I heard her squish when she moved away. When I learned I was coming here to be with you, I almost had another orgasm right then."

"Oh, Cholan." I caressed her flank, squeezed her hip with my hand. Nibbled along her neck.

"Sweet goddess. I got a tingle all the way down my spine, just from hearing you say my name like that. In my mind, sir, I already have you flat on your back and I'm humping you like a crazy woman."

I grinned, rolling her nipple between my fingers. "You want to be on top?"

"Not tonight," she groaned, arching her back. "I want to surrender to you, feel your weight on me, while you take me."

Getting onto my hands and knees, I moved over her. Cholan moved onto her back as she reached for me, spreading her legs to receive me.

"Sorry, girl. I need to feast on all the honey dripping from your sweet flower." I moved down, holding her legs apart. Kissed her belly and thighs.

"You don't ... you don't need to do that, sir. I am so primed. I ... oh, blessed goddess!" I brushed my lips along her soft petals and then blew on them. A sharp inhale, held for a long moment. And like that, with a wet sound, and a gush of more fluid, they opened, revealing her depths.

Gently, I licked up what leaked from her open cavity, working along the edges first. Her legs grew tense and her breathing more labored. When my tongue slipped in and caressed her inner lips, Cholan heaved up, her hands holding her legs wide apart, opening herself wider for my attention to her womanhood. It was only a short time before she began shaking. A new flood gushed out as she yelled out her release. While tremors ran through her short frame, I slurped around her sensitive center, taking in what she offered, careful to stay away from her clit.

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