Science fiction, comedy, over-the-top situation. If that tickles you, I hope this is good enough for your tastes. For fans who follow me, Graduation Vacation 2 might/should be coming soon.
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Working on Zeta-19 has been an interesting challenge. To start, I'm the only woman at the station. Considering it's not a particularly large outpost, it means I'm always near or around "the boys" all the time. Thankfully, they are all mature, respectful men, but it's the extraordinary conditions (especially for them) that make things difficult. Due to the atmospheric pressure of Zeta-19, in combination with some cosmic rays we were exposed to while getting here, the men have all been afflicted with priapism. For those who don't know, that's the condition of being erect all the time. The only good element to this is the increased blood flow isn't so strong that it endangers the limb. Is it a limb? With it always erect, it kind of seems like it. The poor bastards can't hide them at all in the company-issued pants. Anyway, other than the perpetual hard-ons, life is pretty much the same as any other research station.
I'm a geologist, one of two posted here. The other, David Bakun, is probably the guy with the biggest cock of the whole bunch. It's hard to say because Thomas in Engineering is pretty big, too. I can't pass either of them in our tight halls without having those things brush up against me in some way. I know they try their best to avoid it, but it's bound to happen. Most of the areas in the station are quite cramped.
The first month we'd arrived, the seven men tried everything to resolve the problem, recording every masturbation session, changing the frequency of the act, the times of day they did, and so on, all in hopes they'd figure this out. Sometimes, they'd beat off as much as three times a day, but nothing worked. I, of course, reassured the men that that so long as they were no long-term negative effects from the disorder, that's all we should care about. We are only to be here for a year and once out of this atmosphere, things should go back to normal.
Everything changed when David called me on my com one morning. We were supposed to move a small nursery to a new location, but he hadn't shown up for work yet. "Yes?" I asked. I mentally authorized the two-way feed and David's thoughts hit mine.
"Missy! I need help. I'm stuck in the bathroom."
"Stuck in the bathroom?"
Five of the men share a bathroom in one wing of the station, while David and I share the one on our side. Thankfully, David and I have different staterooms. The captain is the lucky one. He has his own shower and toilet.
"Yeah, the mag-lock won't respond. I think it's going to need to be opened manually and the panel is on the other side."
"Oh, okay. I'll be right there. Why didn't you call earlier?"
"I thought I'd be able to figure it out."
I laughed at him and quickly made my way to the bathroom. The panel only needed two, quarter turns on the pins to open. I pulled the emergency latch and the door burst open, sliding much faster into the wall receptacle than when it's working properly. I suppose I should have warned David because he practically jumped to the ceiling. That's when I saw it. He wasn't dressed, only holding a towel. But he hadn't had it wrapped around him. I saw everything. His cock was much bigger than I'd imagined. That's because it has such a prominent curve to it.
Maybe it was being locked up for weeks on end with erections surrounding me that got to me. I liked David but I didn't crush on him. But when I saw that cock, I had to have it. I behaved so shamelessly and David did nothing to stop me. I first just went for it, grabbing the protruding rod, squeezing hard. I had to feel that man in my hands. Soon, it was in my mouth and there was a significant shift in the "kind" of erection he was having. It became harder -- hard as stone -- and pulsed strongly. I could feel every heartbeat in his cock. Cockbeat? Whatever you want to call it, it got me incredibly wet. I stripped down -- somehow while managing to always keep at least one hand or my mouth on him -- and pushed him to the floor. Then I took over. Like, really took over. I have never behaved so filthy in my life. I screamed at him to make me cum while slamming my pussy up and down his long, curvy shaft.
I know this next part is especially stupid. David also knows it's stupid. Of course, we do! But it felt so amazing, we couldn't stop and moments later, we came together in orgasmic bliss. David filled me up so much, I felt it quickly oozing out of me. I really, really hoped I wouldn't get pregnant. I finally slid off David and couldn't find it in me to face him. "Um, let's get cleaned up and work on our project." I raced out of the room, grabbing my clothes on the way out. I didn't put them on until I reached the nursery.
David showed up a few minutes later and we didn't mention what just happened. I had hoped it would stay that way, but then came lunch. We'd been sharing a table with Paul Ulrich and Landon Hall, when Landon pointed to David. "Hey, man. What's, uh, going on with you?"
David instantly turned beet red. My eyes shot down to his crotch thinking maybe he was harder than usual, or accidentally exposing himself. Instead, I saw a flat area around the crotch. He wasn't hard at all "Uh, yeah. It just kind of stopped this morning," he said.
"Wait. What?" yelled Landon. "You mean you no longer have an erection?"
Paul jumped in, "Holy shit, Dave, maybe that means it will stop for all of us!"
"Yeah, maybe," David said meekly.
"Did you do something different recently?" asked Landon. "Have you still been recording your release activities?"
"Uh, no changes with my daily habits there." David was embarrassed to say he'd just cum inside me. I wanted to scream, because I knew the truth would eventually come out. It had to. It was unethical not to mention it.
Without thinking, I blurted out, loud enough for the folks on Beta-9 to hear, "David fucked me!" I instantly covered my face with my hands, wishing I could disappear.
Landon and Paul jumped out of their seats and asked a million questions all at once. David looked ashamed, but managed to calm the two down. Finally, he and I explained what happened in detail. When we were finished, Landon put his finger to his lower lip, thinking out loud, "I wonder if it was just the act of sex, or the act of ejaculating inside Missy, that did it. Maybe one doesn't have to finish inside to get this result."
"Maybe it's just coincidence," said David. "Maybe I would have gone soft today, anyway."
Everyone started laughing. Even I did. We all knew there was no other explanation than the exposure to my pussy. While it was commendable David was trying to give me a way out, I knew there wouldn't be one. Within the hour, a meeting was held to discuss possible options. I chose to exit that meeting, but Captain Bisby came by an hour later to fill me in. I could see the look on his face. He was clearly upset he had to tell me something. "Let me guess. Everybody fucks me and cums inside me. Right?"
The captain sighed, "I hope not. We would like to try a few things. One, someone fu... has intercourse with you for a few minutes, then stops. We wait and see if he goes soft. If not, then we try it again, but without finishing inside you. If that doesn't work, then yes, we replicate exactly what you and David did."
"I see."
"If the first method works, it would be best. It would be asking much less of you, and we all know we're asking a lot, already." I shuddered thinking about fucking every man on the station. Especially Walter Pummel in Maintenance. He annoys me to no end. "Here's my thought, Missy. I recognize this must be difficult for you. I suggest we use the medical bench and hang a curtain at the base. Your bottom half will be available, but you won't have to acknowledge or look at anyone."
I don't know why I agreed to that idea so fast. On the surface, it seems like the most humane way to get me through this experience, but after thinking on it, it also seemed the most banal and perverted. My pussy would be available to them. Open to them. They would see nothing else. I'd be an object for sex and nothing more. I was having second thoughts about those terms, but I was too embarrassed to back out.
Of course, if this act could relieve the men of their priapism like it did for David, we had to do it. I knew that. They were suffering and it appeared I was the cure. Ultimately, I just had to block out what was going to happen and get through this. Captain Bisby walked me to the medical room and asked me to strip. I didn't even think, but I took everything off. He laid me down on the bench and spread my legs, holding them in place with the leg extensions. These were primarily used for pelvic and vaginal exams. He then placed a drape at my waist, so when people enter the room, they see my bottom half and the rest will be hidden. Why I got completely naked for this, I have no idea. The captain probably enjoyed the view, though. I saw twitching in his crotch.
He smiled at me while talking, "I'll have someone come in and pump for sixty seconds. Then they will stop and we'll wait an hour to see if there are any results."
"Okay," I said.
Bisby left the room and soon I heard the door open, footsteps approaching. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my pussy and I cried out in surprise. As he rubbed on and around my clit, I recognized I was very wet. 'Why am I so wet?' I asked myself, just as I felt a penis thrust inside me. There was groaning on his part, but I didn't recognize the voice. It was a bit unfair, considering they all know whose vagina they're using. The man worked me every bit as good as David had and at the halfway mark I found myself cumming on his thrusting cock. This made me feel slutty. Why would I cum so easily to this? It might be necessary to do this, but it's wrong to enjoy it. Isn't it?
By the time the mystery penis pulled out, I was on the verge of cumming again. I let out a frustrated groan, but came to my senses only a moment later. I heard the man leave and Captain Bisby announced he was coming in. He approached past the curtain so we could talk face to face, except most of the time his eyes were on my tits. "Missy, we're going to give it an hour and see if he goes flaccid. Fingers crossed, okay?"
