The sturdy furniture rocked under the power of the fucking couple. Bent over the desk, Val screamed and her body spasmed with another orgasm, Jet stood behind her with one hand tangled in her hair and the other gripping her hip like a vice as he thrust his full length into the bimbo quartermaster. Both over endowed bodies were covered in a layer of sweat from their exertion. Jet pulled back and slammed his cock home again and again. Great thirty inch strokes, delving deeper into Val’s incredible body than any other guy ever had.
“Oh FUCK!” She screamed. Her insides clenched, the increased resistance inside his current lover brought him to his own orgasm faster.
“Ah yeah.” He growled, feeling his balls spasm and tighten, their entire load rushing up and out through his monstrous member. Val screamed again, her continuing orgasm pushed further by the feeling of hot thick spunk filling her, most of it unable to stay in her womb due to the sheer size of Jets dick was splashing, splattering, and pouring out any opening it could find between his thrusting shaft and her gripping walls.
Jet slowed his thrusts, riding out his orgasm and using Val’s tight pussy to milk his cock of every drop of cum.
“Oh fuck you’re so big. I fucking love it.” She moaned.
“You were made to take this big cock.”
“Fuck yes I was. Don’t stop baby, wreck me.” She sighed trying to catch her breath from her most recent orgasm. She loved the view of her mirror, seeing her bimbo body bent over her steel desk, covered in sweat, hair pulled by a muscular super stud throwing a freight train sized cock deep into her body, she came again seeing the view. One orgasm after another making her shake and quiver.
Jet gave her hair a tug and strengthened his grip on her hip, he pulled back until his fat cockhead was the only thing left in Val’s stretched hole then SLAM! He powered forward, thrusting with all he had, his hips smacking into hers with a wet smack. “Oh FUUCK!” Val screamed, her body violently shaking with the power of the orgasm that overcame her. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, mouth fallen open, and tongue loling to the side slightly. Her incredible bimbo body was thrown forward, if not for Jets grip in her hair, her head would’ve slammed against the desk hard. As she came Jet pulled back to slam home again. Once, twice, three and four times, all the way back and suddenly all the way in again.
Jet growled with the pleasure, the ships officers body was squeezing him, trying to choke his dick, but he was very big and he was very hard. “More. More! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.” Every thrust brought a volley of “more’s” and “fuck me’s”. Jet admired the view, the same scene that had Val cumming just from seeing it, had his balls rumbling, he was getting close again.
“Hold on to whatever sanity you have left slut.” He growled and held her in place while his hips became a blur. Jet settled into a punishing pace of two and a half foot long strokes, not stopping until his hips flattened hers in a series of wet sloppy smacks.
Jet kept Val bent over her own desk, the fortified steel structure rocking as if it was coming loose from the floor, he kept thrusting until he couldn’t hold back anymore and hilted himself in her body. His hands moved to her huge tits, each firm orb overfilling his large paws he squeezed and pulled her upwards. With a strained howl of pleasure Jets cock distended with the volume of cum that erupted from his balls. “Oh god!” Valarie screamed. Jets balls jumped and lurched as they pumped his thick seed into the eager impaled slut. A dozen spurts in and Jets thick ball batter was sloppily exploding from Val’s stretched pussy, decorating his huge balls, thighs, and abs.
“I’m not done.” He groaned, using her full firm tits to haul her up slightly and drop her back down to meet his again thrusting hips.
“Fuck! YES! Keep going you fucking massive cocked freak!” Her screaming could be heard down the hall, no one paid attention, for the crew of the “Jenny” it was just another day.
Hours later Jet had Val bent over her desk again. They’d fucked around the room, covering everything in their fluids. A shelf had fallen from Val’s kicking feet as Jet hauled her up and slammed her back down in a full nelson, posters had been torn where he pressed her back to the wall and she bounced down on his thrusting hips, arms wrapped around each other, mouths moaning and groaning between passionate kisses. One corner of the office was just a pool of cum from Jet being on his back and Val riding him hard, refusing to stop as he emptied his balls again, twice. Finally they ended up back at the damaged desk. Val bent over the thing, Jet standing behind her, his final orgasm, for now, spent, his softening cock draped over her body, the thick shaft nestled between the fat firm cheeks of her ass.
“Fuck I needed that.” He sighed. Staring down at his work. Val’s body was a flushed sloppy mess, his cock slowly deflating and the whatever ejaculate that had been stuck in his cock oozing from his piss slit, leaving an expanding puddle on Val’s back.
“Oh my god.” Valarie moaned as she breathed. “You weren’t the only one stud.” She stayed bent over the desk, enjoying the feeling of the new guys cum coated cock on her back and between the cheeks of her well fucked ass. “I haven’t been fucked like that since the captain and I double teamed my husband. And he isn’t anywhere as big as you hon.” She chuckled.
Reaching into a drawer of her desk she produced a small digital camera. Jet took it at her instruction and snapped a picture of his cock between her ass and on her back. “For your file.” She stated. Everyone on a transport ship had a “Fuck file”, a record of which crewmates they fucked and a picture of the aftermath, this would follow you if you transferred to another ship and served as a sort of trophy case when you retired, some people made it a point to fuck everyone on as many different ships as they could before they retired. Val made Jets first entry. Jet stepped back and she rose slowly, moaning while she was stretching her limps and arching her back like she was putting on a show for her audience of one. She slowly spun around and lowered herself to her knees. Jet felt blood begin to refill his monster manhood at the sight. “I’ll see what I can do about your hammocks.” She said. “But it may just be better to hold off until we get to Mars…” she added but stopped herself from saying more.
“Why, what about Mars?” He asked, Val just grinned, like the look of some weekend cartoon villain, knowing she had some dastardly plan for the episodes hero, she wasn't going to share.
“I won’t spoil it, after we dock I’m sure the girls will drag you off to figure it out.” Jet went to collect his discarded jumpsuit. “Feel free to come back anytime honey, or I may just have to find you, double check those measurements, official ships record you understand.”
“Wouldn’t want the ships record to be inaccurate.” He chuckled.
“No we wouldn’t.” Val rose and looked the muscular new crewman over again, biting her lip as she watched in his incredible body and cock disappear from her office.
Jet made his way to the bunk area to freshen up for his first official shift, his current jump suit was tightened at the waist leaving his full upper body for the viewing pleasure of his crewmates. In the dorm room he found a dozen pairs of hungry eyes watching him. Angelic faces with devilish hungry grins and long tongues licking plump lips, predators anticipating the sexual feast he was intentionally advertising. The large screen in the sitting area by his bed had, as expected, porn playing with the volume up high. He knew the scene, The Breeding Princess of Mars, a blonde haired bimbo playing the title character was getting gang banged by a hundred hung studs. The king was distraught since his daughter couldn’t find a suitable husband among the other nobles so he tasked his royal guard to breed his daughter, the one who knocked her up would be her husband. It was a fun, rough looking scene, plenty of grabbing, slapping, choking, spitting, and hair pulling.
“Hey baby, I bet you wouldn’t have any issues knocking that bitch up.” A sultry voice half moaned in his speech at as he grabbed a fresh jumpsuit. Jet turned to find a tanned skin beauty grinning beside him. She had a tighter hourglass shape than some others he’d seen. She was lean and fit with just enough muscle to show in her abs, legs, and arms. Her left arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos depicting anything from flowers to mythical creatures to naked men and women, some were pornstars Jet definitely recognized fucking each other. Full and firm basketball sized tits sat high and proud on her chest and an equally sized ass projected almost a foot behind her. Her lower half was the only part of her clothed. A minuscule black thong nearly covered the mound of her pussy and disappeared between the plump perfect shaped cheeks of her supremely fuckable derrière.
A models face with dark eyes that captured the soul, dark hair cut short and shaped around her models face with plump cocksuckers for lips completed Jets once over. She was a knockout. “Not my style.” He replied, wrapping an arm around the woman waist and pulling her in for a long passionate oral introduction.
“Too much competition?” She asked grinning.
“I need more than one slut for this dick.” Jet answered pulling her in for another kiss.
“Mmm I bet you do baby.” She moaned leaning against his powerful body, one firm leg coming up to brush against his currently soft bulge. Feeling his size her eyes went wide. “Holy fuck, you’re huge.”
“I hear that a lot.”
“I need you fuck me, throw me on the bed and jam that fucking monster in me.” Jet was absolutely tempted, part of him kept an eye on the time, he needed to shower and report for his first shift. His hand came up and wrapped his thick fingers around her neck, making her purr.
“I didn’t catch your name slut.”
“Carla, but when you fuck me call me whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care as long as I’m getting filled with that huge cock.” She whispered and ground her body against his. Jet had to concentrate on keeping his mighty manhood soft, mental images of simple un-arousing things filled his mind, cargo crates, ships, industrial equipment. Concentrate Jet, concentrate. He took a deep breath.
“I’ll need to fuck you later, I’m third shift and need a shower first.” He explained.
“I can be quick.” She said licking her lips.
“I can’t.” He replied. Carla’s face lit up with his response. She threw herself at him, lips smashing against his in a wild noisy kiss.
“You’re going to fuck me later.” She said pulling her lips from his. The look in her eyes added an unspoken ‘or else!’. Jet kissed her off with a ‘Yes mam’ and headed for the showers. The crew showers were a large room consisting of a circular bench surrounding a dozen poles with hooks for towels and clothing in the center of the room. Twelve wide stalls lined the room, above each a wide mouth showerhead filled the stalls below with a cloud of fine mist, allowing the occupant or occupants to bathe. Two stalls were in use as Jet strolled into the room.
One had the dark skinned muscular adonis that was Luke, the ships second in command, soaking in the mist, his friendly face was twisted in a snarl as he thrust hard and fast into a blonde haired bimbo of Asian descent. She had a deep cinnamon tan, bee stung lips, and hair long enough to wrap around Lukes hand were he had it above her plump round ass.
“Oh my god! Fuck me!” The blonde screamed as Luke drove his huge cock deep again and again. Across from the couple sat a stall with its door left open, it’s line occupant was a tanned olive skinned bimbo with beachball sized tits, wide hips, a plump firm ass, and long black hair, washing off the days grime and, if the white streaks at her feet were any indication, her last lovers cum.
“Hey Jet. Don’t mind us.” Luke’s voice rumbled, friendly despite the look on his face. The loud plap plap plap, of his hips against his lovers filled the room whenever she wasn’t moaning or screaming in orgasm, which she did a lot. Jet gave his commander a nod and a smile of acknowledgement then made his way across the room.
“Get your own stall kid.” The dark haired woman’s stern voice cut through Lukes grunting and the screams his lover. Jet took a stall two over from the showering buxom beauty. The warm mist felt good, Jet let the
The sound of his stall door opening pulled Jet from his thoughts, he turned around and had the dark haired woman grab his head and pull him into a long kiss. He was surprised but recovered quickly and met her enthusiasm with his own. She moaned into his mouth as their lips and tongues met, then dueled, then played as they ‘introduced’ themselves.
“You’re Jet?” She asked but it sounded more like a declaration.
“In the flesh.”
“Mmm and what flesh it is…” she grinned. “The names Jaliera, you’re with me tonight.” So this was his first shifts partner. Jet immediately knew he’d enjoy fucking her. “Meet me in cargo 6 in fifteen minutes, don’t bother with clothing.” Jet tried to scan her dark eyes and cherry red lips for hints to more of her demeanor, but as soon as she’d invaded his stall, she was gone and he was alone again, watching the plump well shaped ass of Jaliera sway as she strode out of the room. Water dripping off her fuckable body and into the corridor.
“Good luck kid, that one’s a handful.” Luke growled the words from across the room. Jet had to concentrate hard to control is rapidly hardening dick. He quickly rinsed himself off and headed out to his first shift and the bimbo who was waiting for him.
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“Oh fuck!” Asuka cried as Luke growled and thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt in her always tight pussy. His balls lurched and emptied, the fat ropes of his cum exploding into the junior Comm officers taught belly. Luke growled in satisfaction.
“Oh god I love your huge dick baby! Fill me! Yes!” The blonde moaned, feeling him filling her was easily enough to make her cum again.
“It’s getting late, you need to report to the bridge.” Luke groaned as his orgasm ran its course. When she didn’t respond, caught in the feeling of an orgasm of her own, Luke pulled the smaller woman away from the wall, still impaled on his rock hard twenty six inch cock, Luke walk-fucked the communications officer through the corridor to the bridge.
The scene he found when the doors opened was exactly when he’d expected. A dozen bimbo bodied women, all naked and fucking each other, or pumping themselves with long thick dildos. Lisa, Captain Wilde, had Tits McGee on her knees, the captain holding the woman’s head between her quivering legs, both hands tangled in the engineers hair to hold her tight and mash the woman’s mouth against her always wet and ready cunt.
Sara had Laura bent over the security console, one hand holding her down while the other punched forward like a piston, mercilessly fisting the screaming and cumming comms officers.
“Shift change.” Luke declared, strolling onto the ships bridge amid the orgy, unbothered. Asuka moaned a whine as Luke withdrew his full cock from her thoroughly cum painted innards. He set the small woman at her station and walked his dripping and cum covered cock to his captain. He didn’t interrupt them as he strode up to her, no one interrupted Lisa when she was fucking. Luke couldn’t help but admire how the captains abs flexed as she came, her hips gyrating, grinding her pussy harder on to the engineers face. Waiting for his moment Luke grabbed Lisa by the hair and shoved his cock into her open and moaning mouth. He immediately felt her lips close around his shaft, her tongue lashing and lapping, licking and exploring his meat.
It had been said Lisa Wilde could identify anyone by the feel and taste of their cock or pussy, the only reason she didn’t bite down hard on the cock invading her mouth when its owner grabbed her head and started fucking get throat with deep foot and a half thrusts, is she knew that thick fuck pole belonged to her executive officer. Luke made a dozen thrusts before Lisa’s eyes opened and made him back off, his fat cockhead coming free from her lips with a pop.
“Report.” Lisa said between gritted teeth, riding out yet another orgasm or a continuous one.
“Third shift, time to hit the bunks and take this huge dick up your ass like the worthless slut you are…captain.” Lisa let out a long sigh and pulled Wendy’s face from her lower lips.
“Alright sluts, you heard him, shift change, One and Two turn it in. Three, make sure we don’t die.” She called out, her voice loud and projecting, full of authority. After she spoke Lisa bent down quickly, meeting Wendy’s waiting lips, the woman’s face covered in her captains nectar, her lips and tongue coated in the flavor she eagerly shared with the woman herself as they kissed.
Luke stood by, one hand slowly stroking his over two foot member, waiting his turn. When Lisa straightened he was ready. Crack! His open hand came around and slapped her hard enough to knock her against the console.
“Fuck yeah.” She snarled, grinning wildly. Those who hadn’t left the bridge watched as their captain let go of her engineer lover and leapt at the big second in command. Their mouths and bodies fought for dominance, that was their game, fight and fuck until someone submits then the winner enjoys their prize. Who’d win this time was anyone’s guess, Luke was stronger but Lisa was more agile and the captain loved fighting, some of the crew had holo captures of her sex fights in the asteroid belt fight clubs. She regularly beat bigger and stronger opponents.
Luke managed to get Lisa in a nelson hold, hefting her up and slamming her down on his hard as a rock cock, he didn't bother looking, knowing where her holes were by muscle memory. “Oh FUCK!” She cried.
“My place or yours bitch?” He growled.
“Mine, oh fuck that’s a fucking huge cock, take me to my quarters and make me beg for it.” She moaned.
“Yes mam.” The ebony stud chuckled darkly. He carry fucked Lisa off the bridge and down the corridor to the captains quarters. He wondered if her daughter was as aggressive during sex, he made a mental note to find out.
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Jet dried himself off and made his way down the length of the main corridor, stopping just before engineering, to the heavy doors labeled Cargo Bay 5 and 6. Ships like the Jenny with multiple cargo bays usually kept odd numbered bays on the port, left side, and even numbered bays on the starboard, right side. Jet entered the massive cargo bay to find the bright overhead lights on. He immediately felt the oppressive heat from the ducts above, being sent along the length of the ship for atmospheric control to the living areas, it warmed up every cargo bay on the ship, but the two closest to engineering could get sweltering.
Inside Jaliera was waiting, the naked bombshell had her long dark hair in a loose ponytail, one hand on a clipboard, the other slowly sliding two fingers between her legs. “There you are, good.” She stated as he walked in, pulling her fingers from her pussy and licking them clean. Jet approached and the lesson began. Each cargo bay had to be inspected every shift, usually every bay had a team but third shift, his shift, only two teams were needed, each pair checking all three bays on their side of the ship.
It was basic stuff, check a few key pieces of cargo and move on. Jaliera did the first bay and watched Jet check the other two, bay 4, then bay 2. He’d heard it was best to start in the front and work your way back, that way by the time you were done and ready to fuck you and your partner glistened with sweat, making each other look all the more enticing thanks to the increased heat. He guessed Jaliera had other opinions. She checked his work and as soon as he hung the clipboard on its hook she pulled him into another long ambush of a kiss. Their work for the shift done they could do what they were really here to do.
“Now that is a very big cock.” She said breaking their lip lock and leading him to the observation room above the cargo bay. “I know I can’t take one that massive without help.” She said moving to the rooms small equipment locker, she pulled out a clear bottle of some kind of thick liquid. “But I stay prepared.” She said handing the bottle to Jet and instructing him to pour a measure along his shaft and jerk off while she covered herself in the stuff. Jet did as instructed, leaning against the wall and pouring this oil along the length of his semi hard dick then taking a handful of the starting to slowly stroke himself.
He watched Jaliera take the bottle and move to the center of the observatory, treating it like a stage she started slowly dancing, gyrating, feeling herself up, legs, thighs, ass, hips, tummy, tits, teasing and groping herself, performing for her one stud audience. Then came the oil. She started over her tits, making a show of slowly spreading it over her mountainous mammaries and adding more to cover her stomach and sides, more for her arms, then her legs, one at a time with exaggerated movements. All the while Jet jerked off to the show. The oil felt warmer the longer it was applied, that combined with the horny dancing bimbo, had his blood heating to a near boil.
The woman’s movements were seductive, enchanting, she had him not just wanting to fuck her, she had him needing to fuck her.
“I love watching you stroke that massive dick.” She moaned, her hips leaning one way, one hand sliding down her front to make a show of fingering her pussy, the other slid down her back and between her ass to tease her tight balloon knot asshole.
“You’ll love sucking this massive cock.” He groaned moving to stand straights hand still grasping his stout fuck staff. His fingers glistening with the coating of precum they gathered as his hand slid back and forth, the plentiful pre pouring liberally down the underside of his shaft.
“I just love watching and putting on a show, it’s my thing.” Her voice was breathy, almost desperate, straining as she fingered herself for his viewing pleasure.
“So keep going.” He said with a grin. “Show me how hot you get seeing me jerk off.”
“Oh god, you’re making me so hot baby.” She dragged the words out. “What do you like stud? Tits or ass?”
“I like sluts that scream when I fuck em.” He growled, usually this verbal back and forth wasn’t for him, Jet liked to be more hands on with his foreplay, but he had to admit he was enjoying this.
“I don’t usually scream.”
“Every slut screams when they take this dick.” To punctuate his declaration Jet had his hand just behind the swollen head of his cock and, squeezing tight, yanked it back to his hips hard. The resulting discharge sent a long rope of thick precum across the room to smack against Jaliera’s pumping hand. She gasped and shivered, bending over a little as her orgasm made her knees weak. ‘She can be a handeful’ he remembered Luke warn. A handful was exactly what Jet had in mind. Jet took the initiative and made two strides to meet his crewmate. He met her as she straightened her posture. One hand grabbed her ponytail at her head and pulling her into a hard mouthy kiss.
They moaned into each others mouths, bodies pressing together, the oil still warming Jet’s cock and bringing his arousal to an almost unbearable height. Her body being covered in the stuff didn’t help, she slid and ground her body against his, smearing the aphrodisiac oil around his torso. The feeling sent shivers down Jets back. He pulled their mouthed apart to look into her eyes, his free hand came crashing down on one of her huge tits, then the other. His eyes locked on hers, wanting to see her reaction. She pinched her eyes shut and moaned with each strike. Jet roughly grabbed one balloon boob and squeezed, eliciting a long moaning sigh, her face twisted with a pained pleasure, looking like she wanted to cry out with the sensation but forcing herself to hold it in. He vocalized his approval of her very visual reaction
“Again.” She breathed the request and Jet repeated the toy slaps and grabbed her monstrous melon like a vice. He pulled her back up for another long intense kiss then forced her to her knees.
“You wanna show off for me slut?” He started. He grabbed her tits and yanked them forward so his incredibly thick cockshaft wetly smacked between them. “Use those tits.” He growled, Jaliera’s response was to grin and reach for the bottle of oil. She poured most of the bottle over her tits and Jets enormous cock, then made a show of pouring the rest into her mouth. She grinned and brought her lips to the tip of Jets cockhead. Slowly she poured the oil on his thick dick, rivers of the oil independently ran down the length of Jets cock. Her hands followed, alternating stroking directions until the oil was poured over every inch of Jets manhood. The last mouthful was dominantly spit and Jaliera’s tongue danced along his swollen and fully engorged cock head.
“Act one stud, enjoy the show.” She breathed.