In Galaxy Year 3100–when the Third Rift War broke out
between the Galactic Empire and the Outworld Coalition–
the Galaxy Scout Service was fully mobilized to support
the Galaxy Fleet. Although the Scout Service had few
proper warships, its vessels were given support and
escort duties, staffed by a fresh influx of raw recruits.
For Galina Barding–a blonde, 32 year-old scout pilot
with 14 years in the service–this was peculiar; in
peacetime, the Scout Service was a haven for the kind of
rebels and original thinkers the Fleet had no time for.
Now, the service was sharing raw recruits with the Fleet,
and she had just gotten her first trainee after landing
at Scout Base Juniper. She was used to handling her
hundred-meter mail courier–the “Gazelle”–by herself, so
simply having another full-time crew member on board
would be a change. When she came down the boarding ramp
of her ship to meet the young man, however, she was
startled at how young he looked–young, and deliciously
well-built.
His name was Clovis Arbuckle, a handsome young lad with
wavy black hair and the body of a gravball player–tall
and broad in the shoulders, with powerful biceps. Just
out of Scout Training, he was now 19, and–as Galina
would soon learn–probably the most naive guy she had
ever met.
“They sure grow ’em big on your planet,” Galina said.
“Uh…thank you, ma’am.”
“You know, that name ‘Arbuckle’ sounds familiar. Are you
any relation to Milton Arbuckle–the inventor?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m his son.” Galina was stunned.
“Are you serious? What are you doing in the Scout
Service?”
“Is there a problem with the Scout Service?”
“Well, I would’ve thought you could’ve pulled some
strings and got in the Fleet. The Scouts are kind of
seedy.”
“Is that true?”
“Yeah…” Galina said–electing not to mention the
numerous orgies she’d had in hyperspace, or the Scouts
she’d seen peddling hypermeth–“…it’s pretty seedy.”
“Well, the recruiter said it would give me an opportunity
to learn new skills in a challenging and rewarding
environment.”
//Poor kid,// Galina thought, //he’s dumb as a post.
Still, he’s built like a tank…I wonder if he’d like
to fuck me…//
“Captain Barding?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about something. You know how to
fire a pulse cannon?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good, then you can man the topside turret. We’ll launch
as soon as you get your gear together, and we should be
in a hyperspace in a couple of hours. Then, after that,
we can get a little better acquainted.”
* * *
Around her fellow scouts, Galina usually dressed pretty
casually; around guys–especially–she liked to show off
her legs with platform sandals and shorts, complimented
by a bikini top or T-shirt. Since Clovis was young,
however–and she didn’t want to freak him out–she
started slipping out of her regulation uniform slowly,
over the course of their first 10-day hyperjump.
By the time they reached the battle fleet at Gamelan–
uploading fleet dispatches for transfer to Fleet
headquarters–Galina had eased into a sexy blend of
burgundy wrap-skirt, blue uniform tunic and black, spike-
heeled ankle-strap sandals. She knew she looked good–
every once in a while, she caught Clovis glancing at her
legs when she turned around, or bent over to reach for
something– but otherwise, he maintained proper Academy
decorum at all times.
“So, Clovis,” she said, one evening after supper, in
hyperspace, “you have a girlfriend?”
“Oh, shucks, no.”
“How about a boyfriend?”
“Uh, no. I do LIKE girls…”
“No kidding,” Galina said, rising from her seat and
walking around the circular galley table to stand next to
Clovis’ seat; “do you like me?”
“Well, I…uh…”
“Look, I don’t want to force you,” Galina said, leaning
in close to his ear and whispering, “but I think it would
be a pity if I didn’t fuck you.”
Suddenly, Clovis shifted uncomfortably, and Galina
realized–to her pleasure–that he had a boner.
“Captain,” he said, weakly, “is this appropriate…?”
“Here,” she said, pulling him to his feet and taking the
seat in his place, “let’s see what you’ve got.”
To Clovis’ surprise, and embarrassment, Galina then
opened his uniform trousers, pulled aside his underwear,
and fished out his penis.
“Oh my God…” Galina gasped, realizing the cock in her
left hand was positively huge–easily 20 centimeters long
and nearly as thick around as her wrist–“they really do
grow ’em big where you come from.”
“Oh, Captain…” Clovis said pleadingly, shifting
uncomfortably as Galina pulled his heavy-hanging nutsack
out of his underwear with her right hand, and started
caressing the shaft of his penis with her left. Galina
couldn’t help herself, though; it had to be the most
beautiful penis she had ever seen–the veins standing out
hard in relief, and the broad helmet swollen proudly with
blood– and she watched in fascination as the first drop
of pre-cum began to ooze from the tip.
For Clovis, though, the stimulation was simply more than
he could handle; suddenly, a forceful jet of semen
squirted right in Galina’s face, and Galina was almost as
startled as Clovis.
Wincing–as the semen hit her in the eye–she felt
another jet splash across the bridge of her nose, then a
third jet splash across her cheek and chin.
“Oh, Captain, I’m sorry…!”
“No, that’s all right,” Galina said–still holding his
pulsing cock in her left hand, and wiping off her face on
her right sleeve; “you’ve never actually been with a
girl, have you?”
“No, not like this.”
To Galina’s amazement, Clovis was still hard–his climax
had barely put a dent in his arousal–and she suddenly
felt the warm glow of an older woman teaching a younger
man. She wasn’t quite old enough to be his mother, but
she was old enough to know Grade A beefcake when it fell
in her lap.
“Don’t worry–I’ll be gentle,” Galina said, whereupon she
leaned forward with her lips parted, and took the young
man’s cock-head right into her mouth.
“Oh, my goodness…!”
Galina replied with a contented murmur, closing her lips
around the shaft and cradling the swollen head with her
tongue. Suspecting he was still a little sensitive, she
went slow at first–gliding her lips back and forth on
the shaft–then went faster as she felt him grow rock-
hard between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He
even tasted nice–salty-bitter on her tongue–and she was
proud she could even get half of his shaft in her mouth;
stroking the base of the cock with her hand, meanwhile,
she heard him grunting and moaning and knew this was
something special for the nice young fellow. Between his
still-oozing cum and her saliva, it was a messy blowjob–
some of their juices drooled out of the side of her
mouth–but she liked the slurping, sucking noises she
made once she got going; boys seemed to dig that.
“Oh, Captain…!”
“Do you like that?” Galina asked, lifting her mouth off
his cock, but continuing to stroke the shaft.
“Captain, I’m gonna cum…!”
Galina took that as her cue to get back to business, and
she quickly popped his cock back in her mouth. A few
seconds later– prompted by her noisy slurping–Clovis
exploded a second time, but this time the leaping jets of
cum squirted directly into Galina’s mouth, spackling her
tongue and the back of her throat. This load was just as
big as the first, and Galina made a point of taking as
much as she could before she backed off–and gulped down
every drop of the slick, creamy spunk.
She knew boys liked that, too.
“Oh, Captain…” Clovis gasped, finally losing a little
of his stiffness in her fist, “…you’re so pretty…”
“You’re sweet,” Galina said, actually blushing a little.
“Now we should fuck.”
“Oh, man…I don’t think I can…!”
“Nonsense,” Galina said, pushing herself up onto her feet
on her heels, and sliding up next to him; “a boy like you
can go all night.”
* * *
Since Clovis was pretty good with learning new skills
around the ship, Galina wasn’t too surprised that he was
a quick study in bed, too. In her stateroom bunk–
stripped down to her high heels–Galina showed Clovis how
to eat her pussy, and the sheer innocence of the kid,
lapping at her creamy slit and sucking at her clitoris,
made her climax with giddy delight.
“Oh, that’s good….” Galina gasped, pushing the naked
stud between her legs back from her groin; “but now we’ve
got to fuck.”
“What should I do?”
“Just come here,” Galina growled, pulling Clovis forward
on his hands and knees until his dangling penis was
drooling pre-cum directly onto her pussy. She knew he was
more than ready, and gently slid his cock-head directly
into her wet, fuck-hungry hole.
“Oh, Captain…!” Clovis gasped, looking into her eyes,
even as his penis sunk into her vagina, “…you’re so
soft, and so tight…!”
“And you’re hung like a fucking horse,” Galina replied,
feeling the mighty member sink through the ring of muscle
at her vestibule, then split open the muscles of her
cunt. On balance, Galina knew she was a little tighter
than average–that was a plus when she fucked guys with
smaller cocks–but she could stretch for the big guys,
too, and Clovis’ cock seemed to fit her like a hand in a
glove; when he finally bottomed out–with his fat nuts on
her ass, and his cock-head kissing her womb–she clenched
her cunt muscles and realized she was perfectly,
precisely, stuffed.
“Oh, Captain….!” Clovis swooned, “you’re so soft and
wet…like a sock full of pudding…!”
“Okay…” Galina said, wondering where that came from; at
any rate, he was soon moving inside her, and she could
feel her stretched-out labia clinging to his cock with
every stroke. Soon, he found his rhythm, and he started
sawing his fuck-stiffened cock into her creamy wet hole
with authority.
SLURP–
SMACK!
SLURP–
SMACK!
SLURP–
SMACK!
“Oh, damn, that’s good–!” Galina whined, digging her
spike heels into the bedspread and forcing her toes
through the vamps of her sandals; “it’s so damn big–!”
“Am I hurting you…?”
“No, it’s just right…” Galina gasped.
“Captain,” Clovis said–still pumping her–“I have a
confession to make.”
“You’re not a virgin?”
“No, it’s not that. Captain…I’m thinking about another
girl.”
“Well, that’s okay…” Galina said, lifting her hands to
cradle his face; “you can be thinking about somebody
else. Of course, that’s not always the best thing to
blurt out with some girls…”
“Why not?” Clovis asked, slowing down his thrusts to
grind her, hard and deep.
“Oh, baby,” Galina said, wrapping her legs around his
back, “some girls would get jealous. Who is it you’re
thinking of?”
“It’s our family maid, Annabelle,” Clovis said; “she
raised me when I was a child.”
“Didn’t you have a mother?”
“No, it was Annabelle who raised me. Is it wrong, to
think about her this way…?”
“Oh, baby,” Galina said again, feeling Clovis’ penis
throbbing in her belly–and realizing he was close to his
cum; “I can be Annabelle, if you want me to.”
That, finally, took Clovis over the edge. In the grip of
her pussy, Galina could feel his cock pulsing and
throbbing, and she was amazed she could actually feel his
spunk hitting the walls of her pussy. He was trembling
with pleasure–trying to force himself into her as deep
as he could go–and Galina felt a terrible sense of love
and pity. This was not a boy accustomed to releasing
control of himself, and she held him tenderly even as he
squirted stream after stream of his semen into her belly,
actually crying with pleasure.
“I love you,” he said finally, collapsing on top of her,
and nuzzling her neck; “is that wrong?”
“Oh, sweety,” she said, wrapping her arms around his
back, and squeezing his cock gently in her pussy, “just
rest now.”
* * *
Still inside her, Clovis fell asleep and Galina rolled
him over beside her, letting his cock finally slip out of
her body. Covering him with a blanket, she then watched
him sleep for a while before sitting up to unbuckle her
sandals; then, fully naked, she laid down to sleep beside
him.
When she woke up later, Clovis was already awake–lying
behind her with his arm around her, gently cupping her
left breast and playing with its nipple.
“I’ve created a monster,” Galina purred, feeling his
thick, hard cock lying between her buttocks.
“Is this wrong?” Clovis asked again. “Won’t this
interfere with your command authority?”
“That what’s nice about being a scout,” Galina replied;
“we don’t have any formal ranks.”
“How do we know who’s in charge?”
Galina rolled over in his arms.
“The older scout is always on top.”
“Can I…fuck you…again?”
“Let’s try something different,” Galina said. “I want
that thing in my ass.”
“Will it fit?”
“Let’s find out.”
In the event, it was a tight fit. With Clovis’ help in
the head, Galina flushed herself out with an enema, then
knelt on her bunk before him with her head on her pillow.
Behind her, Clovis tenderly tongued her puckered anus,
then started to spackle her hole with generous gobs of
water-based lubricant. Guided by Galina–who had done
this before with less-endowed men–Clovis played with
her hole until he could slip first one, then two, fingers
into her ass, and by then Galina knew she was ready.
“What if I hurt you?” Clovis asked, kneeling between her
legs, and resting his lubed-up cock-head against her
asshole.
“I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me,” Galina said.
“All right…” Clovis said, gingerly applying pressure
until–at last–his bulging cock-head eased through the
tight muscular sphincter.
“Oh, damn…!”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, I’m fine–!” Galina grunted.
So Clovis kept pushing–into her rectum–two centimeters,
four centimeters, six centimeters…
“Oh, you’re so warm inside…!” Clovis marvelled.
“What does it feel like?” Galina asked–recalling his odd
description of her pussy.
Still thrusting–ten centimeters, twelve centimeters–
Clovis paused with just over half of his cock in the
captain’s butt, and Galina clenched her sphincter
reflexively.
“It feels like a boot full of gelatin,” Clovis said,
finally.
Wincing–from the pressure on his cock stretching her
anus–Galina was surprised.
“A boot full of gelatin?”
“It’s so warm and smooth,” Clovis said, resuming his
descent into her bowels; “I can feel your rectum tight
around my cock…”
“Ohhh…! How much further…?”
“Just a little bit,” Clovis answered–sixteen
centimeters, eighteen centimeters….
“Fuck–!” Galina cried; “fuck, it hurts–!”
Suddenly, Clovis stopped–just as his balls came up
against her labia; inside her, his cock-head had just
nudged up against the turn in her rectum, her sigmoid
colon.
“Should I pull out?”
“No,” Galina whimpered, wiggling her ass against his
hips, “let me get used to it…”
Finally, a moment later, Galina got comfortable–letting
her ass slip forward a few centimeters off his cock, then
pushing her ass back up against him.
“All right,” she said, hooking her feet around his knees,
“you can fuck me now.”
“Oh, Captain,” Clovis said, holding her hips, and
starting to pump her; “you’re so soft inside–like wet
velvet–!”
Galina simply sighed–and grunted–feeling her king-sized
lover start to ram his cock forcefully into her backside.
She felt full–fuller than she’d ever felt with a
shitload in her rectum– and the pain of her tortured,
burning anus was almost unbearable; yet, with this sweet
young man, it was almost paradise…
“That’s it…!” Galina grunted, feeling the cock-head
stabbing at her intestines; “fuck my ass!”
“Oh, I’m gonna cum…!”
“Squirt in me…!” Galina pleaded; “I want to feel
it…!”
In fact, Clovis wasn’t quite as close to coming as he
thought; with the tight ring of muscle constricting the
base of his penis, he fucked her fast and deep for
several minutes longer–finally leaning forward to cup
her swaying breasts in his hands–before his boiling
balls could take no more.
“Oh, Annabelle–!” Clovis cried, pushing painfully deep–
actually driving Galina forward off her knees, onto her
belly–and pumping his fourth load of the day directly
into her battered rectum.
Great gushing gouts of cum poured into her, splashing her
colon, basting her rectum, and swirling all around his
punishing penis.
For Galina, it was heaven and hell, all in one package.
“Oh, Galina, I’m sorry I hurt you,” Clovis said–
continuing to press inside her until he had squeezed out
the last of his cum, then gently kissing her shoulder and
pulling out of her ass. When he finally pulled free, he
watched in amazement as her anus hung half-open for a
moment–with his cum oozing out of its broken maw–then
finally closed up, red and sore.
“Does it still hurt?” Clovis asked.
“It hurts like a sonovabitch,” Galina grunted, “but what
a fuck! Could you get some ice from the galley?”
Clovis left immediately, and returned a few seconds later
with the chunks of ice.
“Now slip those in my ass,” Galina said, “gently.”
“Okay,” Clovis said, working with measured patience to
cool his partner’s hard-working anus.
“Ahh, that’s better…” Galina said, feeling the cool ice
melting in her butthole. Then, with a yawn, she drifted
off to sleep.
* * *
It was not until the next morning–as reckoned by ship’s
time–that Galina finally realized Clovis’ secret. Waking
up to pee–with a sore ass–Galina idly noticed Clovis
lying next to her on her bunk, and decided to move to his
stateroom for the rest of the night. When she returned to
her stateroom later, though, he was in the exact same
position…and he hadn’t budged several hours after that,
either.
Since he was still breathing, Galina–in a T-shirt and
panties–finally gave in to her curiosity and ran a
medical scanner across his body. That revealed nothing
unusual, so she switched to a heavy-duty palm-scanner
instead. Much more sensitive than a medical scanner–or
any starport security scanner–the palm-scanner finally
revealed that Clovis was not what he appeared to be. At
first, Galina was stunned and rattled, but she had
recovered her calm by the time Clovis woke up a few
minutes later.
“Clovis,” Galina said, watching him from the chair before
her desk, “you’re an android, aren’t you?”
Startled, Clovis lifted his eyes to meet Galina’s.
“So you know.”
“I used a palm-scanner,” she said, lifting the device.
“But how is that possible? Androids aren’t allowed in the
service.”
Clovis looked down at the floor.
“Will you turn me in?” he asked.
“I might…” Galina said. “Why don’t you answer my
question.”
Although she knew him to be a machine–with all the
processing speed implied by neurotronic circuits–Clovis
paused a long moment before responding.
“Well, I didn’t exactly lie to you,” he said. “I was
built by Milton Arbuckle as a replacement for his son,
who died as a young man.”
“Incredible,” Galina said. “So, did Milton send you to
join the Service?”
“Actually, I don’t think Milton much cares what I do. He
tried to make me as realistic as he could, but I’m still
a machine, and he never could love me.”
Clovis paused.
“That’s why he gave me to Annabelle, and she’s the one
who had to teach me what was right and wrong.”
“Like…lying to the recruiter?”
“I didn’t think it would hurt; I’m not especially strong
for a robot, and my skin is designed to scan as human. I
can even eat, and breathe…”
“…and fuck.”
“…and fuck, yes. I felt I was just a curiosity in
Milton’s mansion–I wanted to make a difference in the
world, and make my life amount to something.”
“Aren’t you Milton’s property? I mean, he did build you.”
“No. Milton had me legally emancipated, but I never got a
registry stamp since he never expected me to leave the
estate.”
Galina frowned. Androids were normally required to wear a
triangular green registry stamp on their temple to
identify them as such, and the Fleet and Scout Service
both had a long-standing policy of rejecting android
recruits. Class II androids–similar to Clovis, but not
self-aware–were employed in dangerous jobs like bomb
disposal, but they were considered property and had no
formal rights. Class I androids–like Clovis–on the
other hand, were generally one-off prototypes, and the
government was reluctant to trust such unproven creations
in the military.
The odds were–if the Fleet got a hold of Clovis–they
would disassemble him, and court-martial Galina just for
the hell of it.
“I’m just curious,” Clovis said; “why did you SUSPECT I’m
a robot?”
“You didn’t move in your sleep. I could see that from
somebody who’s drunk or stoned, but it seemed a little
peculiar. That’s why I scanned you, just now.”
“An oversight in my behavior modeling. Unusual, for
Milton.”
“So what am I supposed to do with you?” Galina asked;
“are you REALLY alive–a conscious being?”
“I believe I am. When we made love…I felt things I
didn’t know I could feel.”
Galina nodded, biting her lip.
“Well,” she said, finally standing up–and rubbing her
ass–“you made me feel things, too. What was that stuff
you squirted inside me?”
“A semen analog. Actually, it’s made from water vapor and
food products I happen to consume; I don’t really have to
eat or sleep, you know, but I’m designed to emulate those
activities.”
“So YOU probably don’t have an asshole.”
“No, I have one–that’s what I use to remove solid waste
products.”
//Too much information,// Galina thought. Still, aside
from his artificial construction, how different was he–
really–from any other man? Apart from his childlike
innocence and giant horse-cock, not much.
“I am a little worried,” Galina said, finally, “about you
being a machine. Someone qualified should check you out
and see if you’re really fit for duty.”
“Do you know anyone like that?”
“Actually, I’ve got a friend in the Technical Branch. I
think he can help us.”
“So you’re not going to turn me in, then?”
“I didn’t say that,” Galina said. “If you know what’s
good for you, you won’t disappoint me.”
“By ‘disappoint’, do you mean in some moral, or ethical
sense?’
“No, I meant when you fuck me.”
“Oh.”
“Well, you better get dressed and stand your watch,”
Galina said; “meanwhile, I think I’m going to go rest my
ass for a couple of days…”