Self Pleasure...

Taking her by her ankles, Roth gently turned Lara over onto her back. She groaned in discomfort as her still-stretched insides readjusted with gravity. Leaning forward he brushed the tangled strands of hair from her face, soaked through with sweat Lara looked like she had just run a marathon. He lovingly caresses her cheek as her rolling eyes attempt to focus.

"Lara. Sweet little Lara. You've done such a good job of taking care of me, little adventurer. But you haven't bothered to take care of yourself. That simply won't do."

His words were calm but firm as he motioned to her crotch. Struggling, Lara manages to sit up enough to look down at herself. Miraculously the lace panties still cling to her hips, pulled down in the back and held in place by the absolutely rock hard erection straining their front. Lara flopped back on the bed, looking up at Roth with confusion.

"You know what to do Lara. You know it's right. Ever since it was given to you, you've known."

He pulls her legs to him, raising her pelvis and bringing the bulge back into view. Fighting to get free it edges her underwear down her thighs as it straightens. Uncertainly, glancing between Roth's firm gaze and the attention starved appendage, she reached out with shaky hands to feel the bulge through the red material. Her head, though not nearly as massive as Roth's, is like iron pressing through the fabric and she traces her thumb over the tip as fascination takes over. Wrapping around the barely concealed phallus Lara begins to massage it, sighing at the lacy friction. Her other hand slid down her stomach, past the stretched material, sliding past the base to cup her hidden balls. As a reward for her actions, Roth's meat swung up, rubbing deliciously against her lower back.

Cooing at their combined attentions Lara slowly increases her aggression, deeply fondling her balls while her other hand begins to jerk the tip lightly. She loved the texture of her newfound gonads, wrinkled and elastic in the cool air of the ship, but more than that she loved rolling them in her palm. While her mind drifted off into happy thoughts about her balls, her other hand gradually worked its way up to frantically rolling the tip in her palm. A firm tug on her legs brings Lara out of her revere.

"Not good enough Lara."

Under Roth's critical stare she sheepishly pulled her hands back. Her lust rekindling under Roth's scrutiny, she wiggled her ass as she slid the panties down her legs, whimpering as her battered rear throbbed. With a flick of her toe, her last garment sailed onto the floor and her manhood bobbed free in the night air. Despite wanting to impress Roth, her dick quickly gained her full attention as she slid her hands around the burning length and started exploring. It was like every time she looked at it she just got lost in its curves, in the barely visible veins pulsing under the surface, in the way the foreskin stretched to reveal her sensitive urethra. She just couldn't get enough of it: not the sight, not the touch, not the soft whispering of her hands over the dry velvety skin. She couldn't really get close enough but she desperately wanted to smell it, to taste it... maybe it was as good as Roth's?

She once more received a rude awakening from Roth but this time he didn't pause to give her direction. Lining up his rod with the still-loose but closed entrance to Lara's insides, he pushed firmly down into her bowels once again. Lara screamed even louder than the first time, her bruised flesh not wanting to expand again so soon but too weak to offer any serious resistance to Roth's battering ram. As he reached the bend in her gut he pushed mercilessly, forcing the soft tissue to bend his pulsating member and drawing a sob from the thrashing Lara as his hips finally pressed flush against her rump. Her penis softened in response to the pain. Why was he doing this? Because I love it. Why? Because it feels good. No it doesn't! Oh yes it does... This mental battle between herself and her new desires played itself out in her head several times before Roth spoke, his distorted member pulsing maddeningly as her anatomy slowly adjusted to his length.

"Lara." He spoke calmly as her weak struggles subsided, "I think you're forgetting something."

Looking up at him incredulously as her will dueled with her desire to please.

This isn't the Roth I know!
What other Roth could there be?
He never laid a finger on me my entire life, I'm like a daughter to him!
He obviously loves his daughter very much...
That's disgusting!
But it's still sooo hot...
Shut up! Just SHUT UP!

But she shakily raised her hand to wrap around her own flagging man-meat, followed by the other as she started stroking.

"That's a good girl..." He painstakingly pulled back out, assuming a relatively gentle rhythm as Lara diligently stroked her cock back to full mast.

This doesn't feel good at all...

"Give it time Lara."

How does he always know what I'm thinking? ...He doesn't....The only reason he knows is because this isn't... because... because? What was she just thinking about? The massage on her insides made it really hard to concentrate... Her cock sure felt good when she used her hands this way... If she timed her strokes with Roth's thrusts... "Oh!"

Lara's mind tumbled back into the haze of pleasure even as pain simmered below. Roth still held up her ankles as he drove his sizable rod into her nether regions, relishing in the tight bend every time he hilted her. Unlike before Lara's eyes were open, if heavily lidded, as she stared with fascination at her hands fanatically stroking her fuck-stick. Setting her feet above his shoulders he slid his arms down her legs till his hands rested on her thighs, allowing him more control and deeper access.

The twisting pain in Lara's bowels took side-stage as her world became dominated by pleasure. Her arms and hands were aching with exhaustion yet she couldn't stop stroking the beautiful pillar. But something was wrong. No matter how hard or fast she stroked she couldn't build up enough steam to cum and shoot that lovely baby batter everywhere... Every time she got close, a thrust from Roth seemed to kick the feet out from under her orgasm. Sweat had started beading down her face as little effeminate gasps of exhaustion escaped her lips. Why couldn't she cum?!

"You have to take care of your partner before you can have pleasure Lara, It's only polite."

Roth's admonishments stirred a dormant anger but Lara wasn't focused enough to unleash it, feeling only desperation as her taxed muscles started to shut down and disobey her orders to KEEP STROKING. With frantic convulsions Lara started thrusting up into Roth's invasion, impaling herself ever deeper as her guts desperately tried to squeeze out the invader. The result was euphoric for Roth as his iron hard on was twisted about in the **** woman's bowels. It was quite the opposite for Lara, who felt as though a baseball bat was pummeling her bruised insides as Roth's engorged cock bent this way and that. Her hands still spasmed across her own cock but the overwhelming pain was causing it to shrivel even in spite of the pleasure.

Finally, Roth grunted and thrust his full length inside of her and Lara thanked whatever gods she could think of for the upcoming end. But he didn't cum. The son of a bitch. Instead he ground against her, working his rod in circles inside of her and widening her already stretched gut even further. In absolute discordance with her wishes she felt a pressure work its way down her anus, across her taint, and through the base of her cock. Slowly, without any assistance, her dick began to rise. Hardening till it bounced rigidly against her stomach, it seemed to be directly tied to the band of muscle Roth was so viciously skewering.

"ah...Ah...AH...NOOO-"

Lara felt her whole abdominal cavity contract in some kind of perverse mimicry of the female orgasm and Roth let out a roar as he slapped his cock wildly inside of her spasming guts, busting the mother of all nuts in Lara's sweet ass. As Lara felt the hot ooze blast out across her bruised insides like some kind of inseminating firehose a pulse of pressure shot down the same route as before. Her balls spasmed and she let out a raw scream mixed with pain and pleasure as blast after blast of hot semen erupted from her cock to paint her face, chest, and stomach. Roth just kept cumming, as the warm, wet feeling spread even further inside of her his strokes barely slowed. She herself couldn't seem to stop, her balls contracting even though only a dribble of clear, watery cum trickled out of her shrinking penis. Almost like her every action was dependent on Roth's pleasure...