Cheering Up A Friend - [P]

"Come in," a voice called from the other side of the door when Ensign Bauer rapped lightly on it. Upon opening the door, he saw that Darcina was lying in her large canopied bed. There was a tray of partially eaten food was on the cushion of a white straight-back chair. The rest of the furniture was also white. Elaborately carved. The walls were pink; the ceiling white. A thick, shaggy white carpet covered the floor. It was the bedroom of a Princess, which, in a way, she was.

"Eric!" she exclaimed, kicking off the covers and jumping out of bed to run over to him. As she kicked off the silk sheets, her loose gown of sheer fabric flew up, briefly flashing her pussy with its sparse pubic hair. Clasping his face between her hands, she showered kisses on his cheeks. "It has been so terrible. Horrid. I was with my father in the Palace Guards area until four A.M. They were using the agonizing ray on the house-Trogs. It was terrible. Terrible."

As she started to cry, Eric wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her. To comfort her. "Things will get better. Right now your father is negotiating with a representative of the Disruptors."

"He is?" she pulled her head back to look into Eric's face. "I would never have thought that. I remember when I was around . . ."

"Darcina," he cut her off. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but is this going to be another 'one of the few times you can remember him actually being angry at you'? Seems like that man was constantly angry with you as a child."

"Oh, you!" the tall blonde slapped his chest playfully with both palms, pushing him away slightly.

"Your father also said that you were upset by Lavella running away," Eric said. Of course, Eric did not tell Darcina that he knew where she was.

"Yes," Darcina walked away to sit on the edge of her bed, staring down at the crumbled sheets. "I can't believe that she just . . . ran away. I thought we were friends. Especially . . ." Her voice trailed off and she cast a sidelong glance at him. A sly smile played at the corners of her mouth as she continued, "Especially after what happened downstairs in the game room."

"Oh, I know that look," Eric replied. "Don't tell me that . . ." Now it was his voice that trailed off as he realized there was no point in arguing with her. He started unbuttoning his tunic and Darcina sat up straighter, her face brightening. After silently clapping her hands in front of her like she was singing the song patty-cake, she hopped up and peeled her nightie over her head in one smooth motion. Her large breasts, with the pale pink nipples in the centers, bounced as she tossed the gown aside. Practically skipping over to a white armoire, she pulled open a door and plundered through its contents.

Darcina had the harness holding the dildo strapped on her body (hence the name) before Eric had finished undressing. She watched the handsome young man getting naked for her, preparing to give up his butt to her. Once he had removed the last article of clothing, he asked her, "How do you want me? On all fours or on my back with my legs in the air?"

"Hmmm," she considered the possibilities while rubbing lubricant onto the pink rubber artificial dick. "Why don't you stand by the side of the bed and bend over?"

The naked man did as ordered, his knees pressing against the mattress and his upper body leaning forward from his waist, his arms extended to support his weight. As Darcina stood off to the side behind him, spreading his buttocks and spreading the slick gel all around and over his tight pucker, he couldn't shake the mental image of being in a Doctor's Office waiting for a prostate exam.

"Oh, goodness!" he gasped when she slid her slender forefinger up his ass. She rotated her wrist, twisting and probing, giving him a far more intense exam than any medical professional had ever done. His cock responding, swelling and lengthening. By the time Darcina was satisfied with finger-fucking his ass (which was what she had been doing. She wasn't just applying lubricating cream), his cock was like a rock, the skin stretched as tight as snare drum. Although they had just started, he was already leaking pre-cum.

"Ready for me to fuck you, baby?" she asked, emphasizing the crude word. So out of character for a refined, cultured, 'Princess of the Sky'. When he silently nodded his head, she gently kicked at his ankles, saying, "Spread your legs."

He slid his bare feet across the lush carpet, opening himself up further for her. His heart was racing in anticipation. The rounded head of the dildo made contact with his oily, crinkled star and then began to push against it. Forcing it to open. Eric took several deep breaths, exhaling completely, trying to relax as the tall, slender blonde penetrated him.

"Oh, goodness!" he repeated, his body shaking as that substitute prick impaled him deeper and deeper. Her pelvis pressed against his rump, signalling that she had 'bottomed out'. Had shoved the dildo all the way up his violated ass. Facing forward, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he could not see the wide smile on Darcina's face or the gleaming sparkle in her eyes.

After giving her BOB (bent over boyfriend) a chance to adjust to the invading object deep within his bowels, Darcina took hold of his hips and started to rock back and forth. She watched the way her dildo slid out of his tightly clinging asshole before disappearing once more up his coal chute. Her partner continually groaned and gasped as she sodomized him, gradually going faster and faster.

Soon she was thrusting away in a steady rhythm, her heavy breasts bouncing as she buggered him. The constant stimulation to his prostate, the continual thoughts of how she was using him as she pleased, had him whimpering incoherent words. His body shivering. His cock twitching. Long strands of clear pre- drooling from the tip of his cock.

Twisting his neck to look back at the naked beauty plundering his butt, he saw the look of intense concentration on her face. Her long blonde hair framing her face, bangs hanging down on her smooth, white forehead. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead and upper chest as she tore into him. Plowing his dirt road. butt-fucking him for all she was worth.

Eric's own hips started to hunch, pushing back against the synthetic dick splitting him open. Darcina leaned forward, reaching under him.

"Oh, yesssss," he groaned when her delicate, slender fingers curled around his shaft. Grasping it snuggly. And sliding along its length. "Yes!" he repeated, bucking his hips, trying to get her to stroke him faster. "Yes, yes, oh, yes."

Leaning further forward, her full breasts flattening against his back, she nibbled on his ear. Whispering into it, "Are you fit, Eric, baby? Are you fit to shoot for me? Are you ready to . . . OH!!!"

Feeling his cock expanding and contracting, throbbing in her hand as it began to spew, she gripped him tighter and jerked him faster. Her hips slammed repeatedly against his backside as her fist coaxed out his cum. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," he repeated gasped, almost on the verge of tears from the near-unbearable pleasure of his orgasm.