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 Station Slut By Ray Dario (C)

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   Trisha Leone lay on her luxurious bed feeling the .8 earth gravity of
the station cradle her gently into the cushion's plush softness.  She was
the only one of the station's crew who had such luxury, just as she was the
only female crewmember.  A licensed psychologist and a natural slut, she
was many things to the crew of the ESS Columbus.  She was the one they
turned to when they had problems too personal to discuss with the other
crewmembers.  She was also each of the eleven men's lover.  In return, she
enjoyed a private luxurious three-room suite, a very soft, very large bed
and many other privileges.

   Decades before, the Earth government had discovered that men and women
who went long periods without sex were far more apt to get space madness.
At first they had experimented with married couples manning the deep space
stations but that had brought complications of its own.  Babies on space
stations were inconvenient at best and could be a real hazard as they
turned into toddlers and began exploring.  It had only taken two incidents
of explosive decompression destroying multi-billion dollar stations before
that idea was scraped.

   The slut project was started five years ago, first with any woman who
would volunteer but then more selective as volunteers began to outnumber
the need.  Now it had evolved to where only licensed psychologists and
certified sluts were allowed.  Each station was assigned a "counselor", the
name of the position chosen to placate those on earth whose sensitivities
were offended by its true nature.  The counselor's main role was to "take
care" of the crew's sexual needs.  On stations with people of differing
sexual orientations serving, two counselors were assigned.  Sex was
discouraged between other crewmembers because of the complex emotional
hazards that could be created.  The counselors were trained to deal with
the emotional problems and to keep the sex separate from emotion.

   That was Trisha's problem right now.  Mike Zann, the station's commander
was having problems with jealousy.  Not a good situation and one that she
would have to work out quickly.  It was worse that Mike was the commander.
Though technically not over Trisha, since she was outside the chain of
command, he ran the station and could make her life and job difficult. 
Worse yet he could, and was, making life for the other ten men miserable.

   Just then her door chime sounded, breaking her deep thoughts.  She
looked over at the clock and hissed to herself "Damn, it's Bill.  I forgot
all about his appointment." She leapt from her bed and hurriedly checked
her reflection in the mirror in her small privy before pressing the small
button to open the door.

   Bill smiled broadly at Trisha when the door slid open.  His eyes slid
from her very pretty face, framed perfectly with coal black hair, down over
her full breasts, past her firm belly, across her nicely curved hips and
down over her shapely legs.  "Trisha, you are as pretty as ever."

   Trisha blushed faintly, genuinely pleased at the compliment, and smiled.
"Thank you.  Come on in.  Can I get you anything to drink?" This was
another benefit of being the station slut.  Crewmembers were only allowed
to drink at official functions and "counseling meetings" so she was able to
drink nearly every night whereas the other crewmembers didn't have that
luxury.

   "Yeah!  How about a beer." Even though he had seen her every day for the
past nine months, Bill still ogled Trisha as she led him into the anteroom
and offered him a comfortable chair.  He sat and accepted the glass she
offered him.

   Trisha stood watching him take his first drink.  Bill was a nice man,
always cheerful and easy to get along with.  He wasn't stunning to look at,
but not at all ugly either.  His mopish brown hair seemed perpetually
mussed, giving him a young boy demeanor even though he was now pushing
forty.  His face was ruddy, but clean-shaven, with a strong chin and even
stronger nose.  His eyes were bright and clear and held the color of pale
tree leaves.  He exercised enough to keep his muscles firm but not enough
to give him the ripped body builder look.

   Trisha loved his hands.  Of all the men on the station Bill had the
nicest hands, strong but gentle with the smooth softness that comes from
working a keyboard and not doing manual labor.  His fingers were long and
dexterous, giving vent to a talent for touching her in exactly the right
place during their bi-weekly lovemaking sessions.

   Trisha smiled to herself and then seated herself across from her
visitor. "So how are things going in the control room?" She asked when he
lowered his now half-full glass.

   "Oh shit Trish!  Mike is getting crazy!  He knew tonight was my night
for, uh, counseling and he gave me crap all day.  He is just crazy in love
with you and, even though he knows it can't be, he still makes life hell
for the rest of us."

   "I'm sorry Bill." Trisha frowned, small wrinkles furrowing her brow.

   "Ah Trish, I didn't mean to worry you.  I know it ain't your fault. 
Hell you know we all think the world of you.  You are our saving grace on
this damned, cold station."

   Trisha smiled, forcing the worry from her face.  "Its okay Bill, I just
have to deal with this.  Thing is, I really like Mike.  I really like you
all but if I'm disruptive to the crew I'll have to ask for a transfer."

   "Aw shit!  Don't say that Trish.  No other counselor could take your
place.  We'd all be space mad in a month if you left us!"

   "You are such a flatterer Bill, but you and I both know that a little
new poon is good for every man once in a while.  You guys are probably
tired of looking at me by now anyway."

   "Honestly Trish, I would hate to see you leave.  You are easy to talk
to." Bill got suddenly quiet.  "You know Mike isn't the only one with
strong feelings for you.  He is just the only one who lets it get in the
way."

   Trisha looked at Bill, a sad smile on her face.  She would hate to leave
the station too.  Each of her men had characteristics she loved, some
physical, some emotional, some both.  But she could not allow herself to
jeopardize the station.  These eleven men had to work very closely together
for months on end without a break.  She was their outlet for the natural
tension that built up and if she became a source of tension then she would
have to go, replaced by another counselor.

   "So how is everything else?" She put a happy smile on her face and
leaned forward, intentionally letting her blouse slip down a little and
expose a good bit of cleavage.

   Bill grinned, obviously staring at her creamy breasts.  "Everything else
is near perfect!"

   Trisha smiled.  "Any problems with the rest of the crew?  Anything we
need to discuss?"

   "Naw, nothing that can't wait for an hour or so."

   Trisha stood up and led Bill back to her bedroom.  "Would you like a
striptease or just to get naked?" She asked coyly while slowly pulling his
pullover work shirt up and off his body.

   "You know me Trish, let's just get naked and happy!" Bill said as her
hands grazed down his bare hairy chest and then began to push his
regulation work slacks down.

   Trisha dropped to her knees in front of him as she pushed his pants and
boxer shorts lower finally exposing his, rapidly hardening, manhood.  She
helped him step out of his clothes and then turned her attention to his
rising cock.  She pushed her tongue out and licked the bottom of his balls
for just a second before letting her tongue slide up his shaft.

   Trisha was never in a hurry with her men.  She took her time to please
them; giving each man the things she had learned he wanted most, and still
taking the time and effort to make each session new and exciting.  She
licked softly around the head of his cock, tasting its muskiness, then
slowly slid it into her mouth.  She was an expert at giving fellatio and
used her talent well.  Her tongue, lips, and teeth massaged his throbbing
cock, stimulating him and building his pleasure slowly.  Her tongue felt
the hot vein that ran along the bottom of his shaft and she spent time
exploring it, watching his reactions, looking for the one spot that would
send him over the edge.  Her hand slid teasingly up his inner thigh to cup
his swelling balls.  She squeezed them gently, feeling their weight, as she
pushed her head down, taking all of his seven inches into her mouth.  The
knob of his cock pressed against the back of her throat but did not slide
past.  Bill was just long enough to let her flex her throat and caress the
head of his cock while she deep throated him.  As she did this, her other
hand slid around his back to gently grip his firm butt cheek.

   Bill stood, one hand resting lightly on her head, feeling the warm
softness of her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.  He
marveled at her skill and beauty.  No girl had ever treated him with the
same love, gentleness, and kindness that Trisha always showed.  To think
that she was willing, even eager, to please him filled him with warmth that
repelled even the cold and loneliness of space.  Bill loved Trisha.  Loved
her like he had never loved any woman.  Not just the sex.  Over the last
two years he had been with six different counselors before Trisha, none of
them had brought out the feelings she did.

   He felt his balls begin to swell, but he did not want to cum in her
mouth.  Not that she ever complained.  No, in fact, she seemed to love it
when he came in her mouth and she always swallowed every bit he provide,
but tonight he wanted to cum in her sweet pussy.  Tonight he wanted to give
his love to her, fill her with pleasure, and watch as she came over and
over again.

   He gently pulled his cock from her mouth.  "Come make love to me." He
said softly to the object of his complete affection.

   She smiled before rising.  "I thought that's what I was doing." She
grinned.

   Bill smiled, a kind and gentle smile, full of love.  "Let me see you. 
You are so beautiful."

   Trisha leaned forward and kissed his lips gently.  "Thank you." She said
so softly it was just barely even a whisper, and then she slipped her
blouse from her shoulders and slid her slacks down over her hips.  She
stood in front of Bill for a long minute, letting his eyes feast on her
beauty, before she led him to the bed.

   The two lovers lay down and began to kiss, softly at first, and then
with more passion.  They caressed each other, taking their time and
exploring each inch of the other.  They both were intimately familiar with
the other's body, but somehow each time they got together it was new,
fresh, and exhilarating.  Bill didn't know it, but it was this way with all
of Trisha's lovers.  It was one of her many talents.

   After long minutes of kissing and petting, Bill began to trace his way
down her soft neck and over her chest to her two large globes.  Milky white
and nearly perfectly shaped, her breasts were large enough to illicit true
lust in men on sight but not so large as to be outlandish.  Bill felt his
lust rising, overtaking his love.  He sucked a small, puckered, nipple into
his mouth and held it there, causing a soft moan to escape from Trisha's
lips.  Encouraged, he sucked a little harder and his other hand gently
caressed her other breast.  He spent long minutes kissing, sucking and
gently biting her breasts, each new touch eliciting a gasp or moan from his
lover.

   Slowly he worked his way down over her flat stomach to her belly button.
His tongue slipped into her small navel, giving rise to a soft giggle, and
then moved down farther.  Her pubic hair was a black as her hair, but thin
and straight.  It did not interfere with his mouth as he kissed down over
her soft mound and then slid over the already swollen and flushed lips of
her beautiful pussy.  He licked her gently, separating her soft folds with
his tongue, tasting her sweet juices.  With more urgency he lapped at her
sexy slit, he could feel her orgasm beginning to build.  Bill fucked her
with his tongue, pressing it deeply into her pussy and then pulling it out.
Her juices were flowing copiously, filling his eager mouth and dripping
down his chin.  At just the right moment he moved his mouth higher on her
sex and sucked her hard clit.  He let his tongue play for a few seconds
before he gently bit it.

   Trisha screamed as her orgasm took her.  She grabbed Bill's head and
forced his mouth harder onto her pussy.  She bucked and grunted in total
bliss as he continued to suck and bite her clit, feeding her frenzy for
long minutes before she finally began to calm a little.  As her climax
subsided she gently pulled his face up from between her legs, guiding him
up onto her.

   "Come up her and fuck me, give me that big cock." Trisha knew that Bill
loved her to talk like a slut once the sex got going good.

   Bill gently positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed his
cock into her pussy.  She was tight and hot around his cock but he managed
to restrain himself from just plunging in and fucking her wildly.  Instead
he eased into her, inch by inch, smiling at the expression on her face as
he did.

   "Mmm, baby, you like that?" He asked her when he was finally all the way
in.

   The line was corny and both knew it, but Trisha smiled at her lover. 
"Yes baby, I love your big cock.  Now fuck me good, right now.  I want you
to cum inside my pussy!"

   Bill began to slowly fuck her.  He took long, slow strokes at first,
letting his tempo build as his climax grew inside him.  Soon he was
pounding into her with abandon.  Trisha met each thrust with a push of her
own, grinding her pussy up onto his shaft as he drove into her.  Long
minutes later both were beyond control and their orgasms wracked their
bodies at the same time.  Trisha wrapped her legs around Bill's waist and
pulled him in deep as she felt his cum begin to fill her.  He plunged as
deeply into her as he could and held there, feeling the tension from the
last two weeks slip from his body as his cum flowed into his lover.

   When their lovemaking was over, they lay beside each other in a soft
embrace until Bill finally fell asleep in her loving arms.  At last his
breathing let her know he was soundly asleep and Trisha slipped from her
bed, pulled on her robe, and went to the bathroom to clean up.  She sat
looking in the mirror after she was done.  Her mind churned on the problem
of Mike and how she could handle it.

   She had been on this station for nine months and was scheduled for two
years with the possibility for renewing.  If she had to ask for a transfer
now, they might remove her from the program.  The last thing Earth wanted
was jealousy on an isolated deep space station.  Men killed over jealousy.
Men died over it.

   She loved each of her men here, as she had on all the stations she had
ever worked, and she didn't want them hurt because of her.  That was
another reason to handle this carefully.  If Earth found out that Mike was
letting jealousy affect his performance then his career would be over too.
No court martial, no trial, just a piece of paper in his file and no more
command duty, no more station duty, no more promotions.  He would be
assigned to a desk in a warehouse somewhere on Earth and forgotten.

   Tears formed in the pretty woman's large eyes and softy flowed down her
cheeks.  She daintily wiped them from her face with a small tissue and
forced herself back to composure.  Once she had her emotions back under
control she slipped out of her robe and back into bed with her lover. 
Cradling him softly in her arms, his head resting on her full bosom, he
slept.  She held him and thought about her problem.  Soft tears quietly
streaked her cheeks until finally sleep took her.

   The next day she called Mike on the intercom and asked him to come see
her as soon as was convenient.  He arrived just after lunch break.  When
she opened the door he had a sheepish grin on his face and looked, for all
the world, like a little boy waiting to see the school principal.

   "Trish, how are you today?" He asked politely as she let him in.

   "I'm fine Mike.  Would you care for anything.  This isn't an official
counseling session so I can't offer you a beer."

   "That's alright, I'm on duty so I couldn't drink it anyway.  Uh, how
about a glass of tea if you have it."

   Trisha led Mike to a chair and he sat in it stiffly while she retrieved
his tea and a glass of water for herself.  She handed him his glass and sat
in a chair across from him.  She tried hard to look comfortable, but they
were both nervous and tense.

   "Uh Trish, I know what you want to talk about.  Look I'm not going to
beat around the bush.  I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone. 
It's driving me crazy that you are sleeping with all these other guys."

   "That's what I'm here for.  You know the score as well as I do Mike.  I
am the station slut.  They call us counselors for the sensitive
grandmothers back on Earth but I am here to fuck you men and keep you from
going space mad.  Jealousy is not good on a station like this and you know
it.  Think rationally Mike.  If you had a man under you doing the things
you have been doing how would you handle it?"

   Mike looked down.  He knew she was right.  "I'd boot his ass off my
station in a heartbeat." Tears began to well in his eyes.  "So you don't
feel the same about me?" He asked, suddenly looking up at her.

   "Mike, how can I answer that?  It doesn't matter what I feel for you. 
That's not what this is about." Trisha leaned forward and cradled her head
in her hands for a second and then looked back up.  "Mike I love each man
on this station.  More than I should, according to the rules, but I can't
let that interfere with the reason I'm here.  If we can't resolve this, and
quickly, then I have no choice but to ask for a transfer."

   Mike stiffened and his stomach fell ten stories when she said that. 
"No! If you transfer I'll never see you again."

   "No Mike you won't, and I won't see any of you guys again.  I don't want
that Mike, I don't want that at all."

   "Okay." Mike paused as his mind raced, trying to come up with an answer.
"What can we do?"

   "Well, I've been thinking about that a lot the last few days.  This
morning I spent two hours looking at the personality profiles of every man
on this station, especially yours.  I think I have a solution.  It's
unorthodox, if Earth found out about it, it could even cost us our
positions, but if it works it might solve our problem."

   "Go on."

   "After reading your profile, I believe that your jealousy stems from a
belief that if I'm with another man you might lose me, that I might stop
`loving' you."

   "Yeah, I think you might be right.  That's exactly what I keep thinking,
you know, when other men are with you.  I guess deep inside I'm afraid you
will think they are better lovers than I am and maybe you love them more."

   "Well my idea is based on that.  If I can convince you that I will not
abandon you just because I love all the men on the station then maybe you
can deal with the jealousy." She looked at him carefully and continued. 
"As you know, I have one day a week that I have no counseling sessions.  I
want to know how you would feel if I scheduled a group counseling session
each week on that day.  I would like you to come to each of these sessions
but the other men would rotate in and out so that no more than six were
present at each one and no one gets left out."

   "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Mike stared at her,
flabbergasted.

   "Yes I think so.  I'm talking about an old fashioned gang bang.  I will
fuck six of you at the same time, once a week.  You will be the only man
who will always be there.  The other men will take turns.  I'll set up the
schedule so that it's fair."

   "Holy shit!  Do you want to do this?" Mike put emphasis on the `want'.

   "Yes Mike, I think it is the only way to let you see me for what I am
and perhaps by doing this we can separate my job from your emotions."
Trisha smiled at his incredulous look.

   Mike thought long and hard about what she was offering.  He didn't
really like the idea, but if he went along with it maybe it would help. 
The idea of seeing her with the other men was actually turning him on too.
"So how long will you do this?" Mike finally asked her.

   "As long as you want me to." Trisha looked at Mike.  "But it's your
call. You are station commander and I won't do this without your approval."

   "Let me think about it Trisha.  I don't know if I like the idea or not.
You know, I'm afraid it could blow up on us." Mike felt insecure, for the
first time in a long time he was faced with a situation he didn't know how
to handle and it bothered him.  Would watching Trisha have sex with the
other guys on the station really help him get a grip on his feelings, or
would it just inflame his jealousy?

   Trisha saw the indecision on his face and sighed heavily.  "If you don't
approve this, then I'll have my request for a transfer submitted by
tomorrow afternoon."

   "Oh God Trish, don't do that!" Mike looked pensive as he mulled over his
choices.  "Okay we'll try it.  Set up the schedule and let the men know
what will happen.  If I can't handle it after that then I'll put in for a
transfer, you will stay here with the others.  That's the way it should be.
I'm the one who has the problem and if I can't get over it then I'll be the
one to go."

   "Thanks Mike.  I knew you'd do the right thing.  I really think this
will help.  You just have to give it a chance." Trisha kissed him lightly
on the lips and then let him out of her room.

   Once he was gone she went to her computer terminal and brought up the
schedule she had already developed.  Mike, Bill, Paul, Carl, Greg, and
Jerry were the first ones she would have.  She leaned back and studied each
man's picture on her screen.

   Mike, tall and muscular, firm chin, dirty blond hair cut short.  He had
those piercing blue eyes that cut through her soul and made her knees weak.

   Bill, shorter and thinner, with unruly brown hair and a large nose that
served to give his face character and don't forget those beautiful hands.

   Paul, tall and dark skinned, of Mexican decent though such things no
longer mattered to anyone.  His face was rounder than Mike or Bill, and his
eyes held perpetual laughter.

   Carl was big and, well, big.  Trisha smiled to herself.  His face was
almost non-descript with a medium sized nose and full lips, hazel eyes, no
freckles, no moles, no marks of any kind.  His hair was a medium light
brown and always perfectly combed.  The only thing that really set him
apart in her mind was his size.  He was well over six foot five inches
tall, was heavier by far than the other men, but what really impressed
Trisha was the size of his cock, big!

   Greg was just the opposite of Carl.  Standing just barely five foot
tall, skinny and agile, Greg had outlandish red hair and freckles of all
shapes and sizes covering his entire body.  Greg was the kind of guy who
stood out in any crowd and was usually the center of attention.  He was a
clown, a joker, and as sweet and sensitive a man as Trisha had ever met.

   Jerry was handsome.  Raven black hair carefully styled, even on the
station, perfectly framed his bold face and sharp black eyes.  When he
looked into Trisha's eyes, her soul melted.  Underneath his cool bravado he
was very insecure and many times they had spent more time talking than
making love.

   The six of them would provide a lot of variety to her for this first
`group counseling' session.  The choices made, and confirmed in her mind,
she got up and went to see Bill.

   Three days later Trisha sat in her stateroom, waiting for Mike to
arrive. She had asked him to come thirty minutes before the rest of the
group so that she could talk to him and evaluate his state of mind.  Of
course she had not told him that was the reason she wanted him to be early.
She only had to wait a few minutes before the soft chime let her know he
was there.  She let him in and asked him to sit.  He looked uncomfortable
and nervous.

   "Are you okay Mike?" Trisha was concerned, this had to work and it all
depended on him.

   "Yeah." He paused and looked at her.  His eyes revealed his worry.  "I'm
doin' my best Trish."

   They sat and talked for twenty five minutes and by the time the door
chine sounded again both were beginning to be more comfortable.  Trisha
opened the door.  Both Greg and Carl stood outside her door looking
nervous. She smiled and let them in but before she could close her door
Bill came around a corner into the passageway.

   Trisha waited for Bill to join them and decided to just leave her door
open until all six men arrived.  It didn't take long for Paul and Jerry to
get there.  None of them wanted to be late to this counseling session.

   She got everyone settled into chairs in her anteroom and then started
the session "Okay boys, we all know why you are here.  Is everyone
comfortable with this?" Trisha smiled at each of the men sitting around
her.

   Carl was the first to speak.  "I don't know, Trish.  I ain't never done
nothin' like this before.  Six men seems like a lot for you to handle at
one time, and, well, hell, I guess I just don't see how this will fix our
problem."

   "Hmm, okay, I'm glad you are being honest.  What do you think Mike?"
Trisha never let her smile waiver.

   "Well we all know what the problem is, so I won't try to avoid it.  I
have let my love for Trisha get in the way of my professionalism.  I for
one appreciate Trish giving me this chance to get my head on straight.  She
and I both think that if I can separate the sex from my love that perhaps I
can get over my jealousy.  I won't lie to you, this is hard for me and if
it doesn't work then I am going to ask for a transfer so that Trish can
stay here.  You men don't have to participate in this.  It's not mandatory
in any way, but I will take it as a personal favor if you do." Mike's face
was a mixture of pain and worry.  He couldn't believe he was asking these
men, his station mates, to fuck the woman he loved, but he would do
anything not to lose her.

   Bill reached over and gently rubbed Mike's slumped shoulder.  "Mike, you
are a good commander.  You run a tight, safe station and I've been on
enough stations to appreciate that.  If there is a chance we can work this
out without losing you then I am willing to try."

   Trisha smiled at Bill and then looked around the group of men.  "Anyone
else want to say anything?"

   "Yeah I do." Trisha was surprised at Jerry's voice, she hadn't really
expected him to say much.  "I just want to say that I feel the same way
about you that Mike does.  I may not have shown it but I understand his
feelings perfectly.  I think that each man here feels this way.  Trish, you
are the perfect woman.  You treat each of us as though we are the most
important person in the world to you.  Each man here would love to make you
his wife and I am no exception.  I think maybe these sessions will be good
for the entire crew.  If we see you with the other men and yet you still
treat us the same during our private counseling sessions then maybe it will
help us all sort out our feelings."

   "Jerry that was sweet, I especially liked the part about making me your
wife.  I've never really thought of myself as the marrying kind though."
Trisha said blushing softly.

   With the ice now broken each man talked openly about his feelings and
the conversation stretched on for nearly twenty minutes.  Finally Carl, who
had been sitting quietly through most of the conversation spoke up.

   "Alright, I'm convinced.  Each of us has got a torch burnin' for you
Trish, and maybe we all have been acting a little childish.  Funny, it
weren't never this hard with our other counselors, but there is just
somethin' about you that makes men fall in love."

   All of the men nodded and then fell silent.  Trisha gave them time in
case anyone else wanted to say anything.  When no one said anything for
over a minute she smiled and stood up.

   "So I guess we should get started then." She walked back toward her
bedroom, giving her sexy ass a cute little shake.

   All of the men laughed and then followed her to the bed.  Trisha took
Mike's hand and kissed him passionately on the lips.  They held the kiss
for long seconds before she finally pulled away.  She kicked her shoes off
and grabbed Paul, pulling him closer to her and then kissing him just as
intensely as she had Mike.  While she kissed him she felt Carl's big hands
start to caress her shoulders from behind.  When she pushed Paul gently
away Carl slipped his hands forward and began to unbutton her blouse.

   Bill was suddenly in front of her and she let him kiss her softly.  It
was always gentle with Bill and this was no exception.  She melted into him
as their tongues played with each other.  Carl had her blouse completely
unbuttoned and when she pulled back from Bill he slipped it off her
shoulders exposing her nude breasts.  Greg stepped in, took her hand, and
led her to the bed.  She allowed him to slide her skirt off her hips and
down her legs.

   She had intentionally not worn any underwear and was now completely
nude. Carl lifted her easily and laid her down gently onto the bed.  All
around her, the men were stripping off their clothes.  Mike was the first
completely naked and he climbed up on the bed beside her.  She took his
erect cock into her hand and looked up at him.  He smiled down at her,
growing even larger at her touch.

   Trisha felt a hand slide between her legs and she parted them, granting
better access, without ever taking her eyes off of Mike's face.  Without
looking at his cock she brought her lips down to it's throbbing head and
kissed it gently.  Between her legs, the hand she had felt, now began
teasing her, brushing softly across her already damp pussy and then fading
off to trickle down between her legs, only to slip back up and across her
pussy again.  It was driving her crazy but she forced herself to
concentrate on Mike for a few more seconds.

   Still maintaining her eye contact with him she slid Mike's cock past her
lips and into her mouth.  Her tongue slid around his bulging head and down
his shaft as she worked her mouth lower and lower.  A mouth kissed its way
to one nipple and began sucking her, lovingly gentle at first and then with
more intensity.  A second mouth joined it on her other tit and she had to
fight hard to maintain her concentration.

   She continued giving Mike his superb blow job until the hand between her
legs was replaced by a mouth.  Now she had to look, because she wanted to
be sure that Mike fucked her first.  It was Jerry between her legs.  That
was good, he loved giving oral sex and would be there a while.  He
positioning himself and then lowered his lips to her dripping opening.  She
smiled at him and turned back to Mike's cock.  In that brief moment she had
seen that it was Paul and Greg sucking her nipples and that Bill and Carl
were still undressing.

   Jerry began sucking her pussy for all he was worth and she took Mike's
cock all the way into her mouth, feeling it press against the back of her
throat.  As Mike bottomed out and began to pump his cock in and out, she
established a rhythm with her oral favors, sliding her mouth up and down
Mike's rock hard cock as Jerry alternated between sucking her clit and
fucking her with his tongue.  Paul and Greg were driving her crazy, each
one sucking on a sensitive nipple as devoted her concentration to Mike's
hard member.

   As the five lovers developed their cadence, Bill and Carl joined them on
the bed, each gently lifting one of Trisha's hands and guiding it to their
cocks.  She caught on immediately and began pumping the two men.  This was
the most erotic thing that she had ever done, even in her wild college days
she had never taken on more than three men at a time.  Her lust rose inside
her and she felt an orgasm begin to build between her legs.  She let
herself go, riding the cresting wave of her climax.  The universe spun
wildly around her and her body began to spasm and shake.

   Trisha pulled her mouth off of Mike's cock and looked up at him, love
and lust filling her eyes.  "Fuck me Mike.  You fuck me first then I want
to fuck you all."

   Mike moved around and Jerry let him take his place between her legs.  He
positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and started sliding it in.
Slowly at first, taking his time, he slid his cock into her.  Her pussy
felt like it was on fire, but still it was wet and tight.  He began to pump
his cock into her, holding her legs up to give him a better angle.

   Jerry moved to the head of the bed and began to feed his cock to her. 
Trisha eagerly took his cock into her mouth and quickly established a
rhythm with the powerful strokes that Mike was giving her pussy.

   Between her legs she felt Mike start fucking her more rapidly.  She
could tell from his movements that his orgasm was only moments away.  She
pulled Jerry's cock from her mouth for just a moment and said hoarsely,
"Yes Mike, cum in my pussy, fill me up with your cum baby!" She knew Mike
liked to hear her tell him to cum inside her and she wanted this to be good
for him.  She felt him tense his muscles and then hot streams of cum were
exploding into her hole.

   She was still holding Bill and Carl's cocks, sliding her hands up and
down their shafts as she both sucked and fucked other men.  Bill was
incredibly turned on by the entire scene.  Never in his life had he done
anything remotely like this and now watching as Mike deposited his cum deep
inside this sexy woman's beautiful pussy drove him over the edge.  He felt
his ball suddenly tighten and then spasm and his cum shot out of his cock.

   Trisha wasn't expecting Bill to cum so quickly and his first stream of
jism splashed across her shoulder.  Quickly she pulled her mouth back off
of Jerry's cock again and dove for Bill's spurting member.  She got him to
her mouth but not before his second burst shot out.  It flew out of his
cock and landed squarely across her forehead and up into her hair.  She
managed to get the head of his prick into her mouth before his next stream
of jism was ejaculated and she drank the rest of his cum greedily.

   After she finished sucking Bill's cum from his cock Carl rolled onto his
back and Greg and Jerry helped Trisha roll over on top of him.  She settled
easily onto Carl's massive cock and groaned in pleasure as it filled her
wet pussy.  She leaned forward when Greg positioned himself in front of her
and took his cock into her mouth.  Mike moved out of the way to let Paul
kneel behind her and Bill handed him a small tube of lubrication he had
retrieved from Trisha's nightstand and Paul squirted a generous amount into
his hand and worked it over his cock.

   All the men knew that Trisha loved anal sex.  She had often initiated it
herself during their counseling sessions and once Paul was fully lubed up
he pressed his cock against her small puckered hole.  She felt his cock
pressing against her ass and groaned around Greg's cock in pleasure as she
forced her hole to relax.  Paul felt her ass loosen just a little and
pushed forward.  He entered her easily and immediately felt Carl's cock
moving inside her.

   "Oh God!  That's incredible!" Carl grunted out as he felt Paul's cock
slide up into Trisha's ass.

   The two men began pumping in rhythm.  Trisha had never felt so full. 
She tried to concentrate on Greg's cock in her mouth but her pussy and ass
distracted her and finally she could hold back no longer.  Her second
orgasm took her almost by surprise, contracting her muscles in an
involuntary spasm and pulling her mouth off of Greg's cock.  "Oh Lord! 
Yes, fuck yes!" she shouted as she came.

   Her pussy and ass clenched the cocks buried in them tightly and both men
rammed forward hard.  The sensation was more than either man could bear and
they both began to fill her with their sperm.  Shooting stream after stream
into her holes, filling her up with their cum.  Carl's load was so huge
that even before he was finished cumming his jism began to drip out of her
pussy and down her inner thighs.  Both men held her as she spasmed in
ecstasy and they completed their own orgasms.

   Once Paul finished he pulled out of her ass with an audible "Pop" and
stumbled back, off the bed.  He joined Mike and Jerry watching from the
foot of the large bed as Trisha rolled off of Carl, letting his quickly
flagging cock slip from her swollen pussy, and spun around on the bed so
that her legs dangled off the side.  In this position her ass was right on
the edge of the bed and her pussy was stretched open and dripping cum.

   Greg leaned down and kissed Trisha lovingly.  She smiled warmly up at
him.  "Care for sloppy thirds?" She asked sexily spreading her legs and
dipping one hand down to bury a finger in her pussy.  She pulled the finger
out coated with Mike and Carl's cum and licked it sexily.

   Greg smiled and kissed her again.  He let his tongue explore her mouth
for many seconds and then he positioned himself between her spread legs. 
Her pussy was swollen and red from the two fuckings she had already
received but Greg thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen. He slipped his cock easily into her, feeling her slick wetness, and
began pumping her steadily.

   Jerry moved to her side and began to lick and suck her nipples, holding
her breasts gently as he made sweet love to them.  Trisha loved to have her
nipples sucked, and Jerry was very good at knowing just how to please her
tits.

   She raised her legs and wrapped them around Greg's waist, pulling him
deeper into her.  Her hand went to the back of Jerry's head and held his
mouth onto her sensitive nipple.  She could already feel her third orgasm
beginning to form deep inside her pussy.  She began to rhythmically clench
and then relax her pussy muscles around Greg's hard cock.

   The sensation was incredible, as fucking Trisha always was, and Greg
lost control and began to cum, adding his sperm to the already copious
amount filling her tunnel.  Trisha felt Greg cumming in her pussy and just
then Jerry bit her nipple.  It was all it took to send her over the edge
and her orgasm wracked her body.

   As soon as Greg pulled out of her steaming pussy Jerry took his place.
Bill and Paul went to work on her nipples and Mike offered his cock to her
mouth.  She let Mike fuck her face, opening her mouth and eagerly sucking
him.  Jerry started pounding her still convulsing pussy with an almost
animalistic frenzy and before her orgasm had even completely ended she felt
the next one begin.

   Bill and Paul continued their assault on her now hyper-sensitive nipples
as both Mike and Jerry fucked her, one on each end.  Within a few minutes
she began to moan around Mike's cock as once again she climaxed.  If they
had never been with Trisha before the men might have been worried when she
began to shake and groan with this latest orgasm, but they had seen it many
times and they knew she was in heaven.  They just kept up what they were
doing, bringing her over the edge not letting her rest as orgasm after
orgasm wracked her body.

   During this, Jerry finally came inside her well used pussy, adding his
spunk to the other men's.  He reluctantly pulled out of her and admired her
now gaping hole with large globs of cum flowing out and down her beautiful
rounded ass cheeks.

   Bill was hard again by this time and he smiled as he took Jerry's place.
"May I have this dance?" He asked Trisha gently.

   "Mmm, I would like that very much!" Trisha reached up to pull him down
toward her and felt his cock enter her.

   Bill took his time, slowly sliding his hard cock deep into her cum
soaked pussy.  He fucked her, almost gently at first and then, as both
their passions grew again, with more urgency.  Mike was still kneeling on
the bed by her head and she took his cock back into her mouth, letting both
men fuck her at their own pace.  She matched their strokes, grinding her
hips up into Bill and diligently sucking Mike.

   They fucked like this for several minutes and Trisha could see the other
men watching and jacking their cocks.  Just the sight of this set her off
again and she wrapped her legs tightly around Bill's waist as her pussy
began to contract.

   Seeing her cum, Mike unloaded his balls for the second time that night,
this time into her mouth.  Trisha struggled to swallow it all as yet
another orgasm wracked her body.  This was more than Bill could take and
his cock exploded inside her, shooting even more cum into her already
drenched pussy.  Mike finally pulled his cock from her tired mouth.  She
took it in her hands and wiped the dripping head over her cheeks and lips,
spreading his cum all over her face.  Bill stepped back away from her legs

   All six men helped her to the shower.  They took turns washing and
rinsing her soft body and then led her back to the bed.  She smiled at the
gentleness in their hands as she allowed them to help her dress.  Once they
were all clothed she walked them to the door and kissed each of them as
they left.  Mike was the last to leave and she kissed him deeply and then
they were all gone and she sat thinking about what had just happened.

   Her pussy felt warm, swollen and tired.  She had never been fucked like
that before but she knew she was now addicted to it.  She stretched herself
out on her messy bed sheets, ignoring the many wet spots and was quickly
asleep.

   The next day she once again called Mike to her quarters.  This time when
he arrived he looked much more at ease.

   "Well Mike, how are you this morning?" She asked once he was seated with
his usual tea.

   "Wonderful.  I have discovered that I have the best counselor of any
station commander in the service." Mike grinned.

   "So have we solved our problem?"

   "Yeah, as long as we can continue our group counseling sessions, I think
we are going to be just fine." Mike grinned at her with a lascivious look
on his face.

   "Mmmm, well I don't think that will be a problem.  I hope the men liked
it as much as I did!" Trisha returned his look with one of her own,
spurring a booming laugh from Mike.  It was good to hear him laugh again.
That laugh told her that the problem had indeed been solved!