Taylor's Journey through Space

Chapter 6

They emerged from the shuttle the next morning, each going to their jobs automatically, nothing being said about the events of the night before. They have work to do. It was an assignment to complete until they were rescued. Ivan had no doubt that eventually they would be rescued. He just hoped it was soon. Taylor was a little thing and his own sex drive, strong at the best of times, seemed to have taken a surprising leap. And Mike wasn't in much better shape. He was terribly afraid she wasn't strong enough to take their hungry needs, and he'd be damned if he would see her hurt.

Nothing could ease the memory of watching his friend piercing Taylor's tight little butt. Seeing his erection drawing back, sinking inside her had nearly had Ivan coming from that sight alone. Seeing Taylor lost in the haze of sensations that the act caused had been even better.

He had known when he first met her that she would fulfil every sexual fantasy in his life. He would own her. He would prove that ownership today. He had allowed Mike to take her first because he knew Taylor had no emotional involvement in the other man. It was sexual, pure and simple. The strange infection of biological needs and natural lusts were filling them all. Because of it, Ivan refused to make that first move, refused to take the choice out of her hands. Her acceptance the night before had his instincts screaming now.

When they had awoken, Ivan handed her a clean T-shirt and panties, throwing her shirt and pants out of reach. She had stared at him, her brown eyes surprised, her soft hair falling around her face in a halo of silk. Mike had watched the byplay with curious eyes.

Taylor had taken a deep breath, moved to the bathroom to wash up and dress and returned wearing only the skimpy shirt and panties. She'd moved out of the shuttle then and headed to work. Ivan had then turned to Mike.

The other man had looked tense, prepared for Ivan's anger.

"We're stuck here," Ivan finally sighed. "We agreed what would happen if it came to this. I won't let my emotions interfere. But if she says no, it means no, by God. You hear me?" he questioned the other man, his voice harsh.

"Will you ask her to say no?" Mike asked then.

Ivan could only shake his head. He wouldn't ask her to say no, wouldn't demand it. Hell, he didn't even want her to. Strangely enough, the thought of sharing her was more erotic than it was painful. He had seen her eyes; saw her fear and her love for him the night before. But he had known all along that Taylor was different. The biological urges caused by this planet are damned. His Taylor was a sweet little submissive ready and eager to give him anything that turned him on. And she had known had seen his arousal the day before, when he caught Mike spearing her tight ass with his fingers.

Mike nodded with a sharp, abrupt movement. "Time-share," he muttered. "Son of a bitch, more like a wet dream come to life."

And that was exactly what Taylor was, a wet dream come to life. When the heat built and midday came fully upon them, they looked up from the receiver they were working on to see Taylor standing before them.

"I've been bad," she whispered in a soft little voice that had Ivan's cock jerking beneath his pants.

"You have?" He rose to his feet then, aware of Mike's slowly building excitement. "What did you do?"

He could see the excitement sparkling in her eyes as she moved her hand behind her back and showed him the glass pestle. It was streaked from her cream, the juice lying thick and steamy along the knob.