Fantasy Mission Part 1

This story is pure fantasy (obviously). I am responsible for the original posting on literotica.com.

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A classified mission, no details given when it was announced and barely more once things got underway. Usually we found out something, some morsel of information, but this time, nothing. No location, no timeframe. So I had no idea what to expect when we touched down, but as soon I stepped outside I was filled with a sense of relief and wonder. Nothing but sandy beaches, palm trees, ocean, and blue sky as far as the eye could see. I looked around, trying to spy any semblance of a man-made structure, civilization, but there was nothing. And the weather was perfect, warm and with the slightest breeze.

"Fuck yeah," I said, turning to my teammates who looked as pleased as I was. We had no idea where we were, but didn't care.

They led us along the beach for a couple of minutes, and then inland, where the sand met grass, a few rocks here and there. We stopped abruptly and our commander pushed some buttons on the device in his hand, and we heard a whirring sound and saw the sand in front of us begin to tremble. A few of us stepped back, and then the ground opened up like a lift bridge, a huge steel door standing vertically, and steps leading to...where? The commander pushed another button, seemingly the light switch, before leading us down the steps.

It was a vast space, with laboratories (for what exactly, they never would tell us) and living quarters. We were given a brief tour and shown to our bunks and told to rest. The next day we got to work in the lab, following instructions without any context, our work inspected at regular intervals, and so it went for months. At night we slept with electrodes with our heads, like this was all some elaborate sleep experiment.

One day, the routine changed. Four of us were sent to a separate wing of the massive bunker, one we hadn't been shown on the tour. We were met by our commander, who introduced us to a team of scientists, who for all we knew had no more idea of what was going on than we did. They separated us, and I was taken to a lab around the corner by two of the technicians. In the center of the room was what looked like a futuristic bath tub, but black, and the water, or whatever it was, had a slight glow to it. I was asked to strip, and hesitated, but the lead guy just nodded, and so I removed my clothes and found myself standing naked next to this glowing tub. I hadn't asked any questions since the mission was announced and didn't want to start now.

The other scientist gestured towards the tub and asked me to immerse myself in it completely. I climbed in, the voice in my head asking me what the hell I was doing, having no idea what this was. The liquid was warm, not hot, and slightly thicker than water. Was this what we had been helping to produce in our labs? I sank into it, and after taking a deep breath, eventually put my head under the surface. There was no going back now. I stayed under for a few seconds and came back up, and was asked to put my head under again about five times, for about ten seconds a time.

After the last time, I looked to the scientists for their instruction, but they just looked at each other and one of them nodded. The other reached to the side of the tub and pushed some buttons.

"What is this?" I said, finally and somewhat inevitably breaking my streak of asking no questions.

"We don't exactly know," said the guy pushing the buttons on the side of the tub.

"But," the other guy began, before the other guy looked at him as if to discourage him from continuing.

"But what?" I pleaded. I could feel my limbs growing heavier and yet lighter at the same time. Not an unpleasant feeling, but very strange.

"We think we - you - are on the verge of a momentous scientific discovery", he continued. The other guy sighed, disappointed he had said anything.

"He deserves to knowing something," the more forthcoming one said.

"Stay in here," the other guy said, and they both exited the room, leaving me alone.

It crossed my mind to get out of the tub, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't have. My limbs were asleep. Not numb, just not really...there. But it didn't concern me. I felt increasingly relaxed. And after a couple of minutes, the liquid surrounding me changed, glowing brighter, and my head, face, ears, everything tingled. I closed my eyes and then...nothing. I couldn't see, hear, smell, or feel anything, just complete relaxation.

I don't know how long that lasted for, time had no meaning, but very suddenly I snapped out of it. A feeling of cold rushed through my body, making me catch my breath, my eyes springing open, followed by a warmer feeling spreading from my head to my toes. My senses had returned, although it took a while for my eyes to adjust. When things did come into focus, I was shocked to find I wasn't in the tub. I wasn't in the lab, or even in the bunker. I was on the beach.

Looking down I noticed that the one thing that had remained the same was that I was naked. There was nobody around. How the fuck did I get here, and why isn't anyone else here? I thought I was losing my mind. My memory was foggy at best. And I was tired, like I'd been woken from a deep sleep too early. Despite the bewilderment I was experiencing, the urge to sleep was too strong, so I closed my eyes again, lying naked on the sand, in the sun. I drifted off a few times, and then heard what sounded like footsteps in the sand behind me.

I opened my eyes and saw no one in front of me, so craned my neck to look behind. My eyes still focusing and my mind half-asleep, I saw several sets of feet, and then legs, coming towards me. It dawned on me that they were bare feet and legs, and these weren't anyone I knew from the bunker. These were women. Everyone in the bunker was a man, and I hadn't seen a woman in I didn't know how long. Who were they and where had they come from?

I didn't move, just lay there as they began to surround me, looking at me, talking amongst themselves. There must have been ten to fifteen of them. As I looked up past their smooth legs I realized they were all wearing next to nothing, more or less a bikini, but they looked somewhat improvised. I took in the wonderful view, the bare, toned midriffs, and the displays of cleavage. And they were all beautiful. It was overwhelming, and I tried to stop myself from staring at them, but there was practically nowhere else I could look.

"Is this what I think it is?" asked one of the women in her early twenties, a blonde, who looked strangely familiar although I couldn't place her.

"It is," replied another. She was older, a brunette, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her plump breasts, so I did my best to look away. And again I was struck by the feeling of knowing her, but not knowing how. "Finally, we have a man."

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder and more excited, and a smile spread across everyone's face. I noticed some seemed to be looking me up and down, including my penis which was mostly flaccid but I could feel it begin to stiffen.

"It's even better than I had hoped," said another young woman, again a brunette, and another one I recognized somehow. I looked at the faces in the crowd and they all looked familiar, each one more than the last. My head was spinning. They were talking like they'd never seen a man before, while I was sure I had seen them.

"What...where am I?" I asked, not knowing which question to start with.

"You're here," replied the older woman, eliciting laughs from the throng of women.

"But...," I replied wearily.

"Shhh," said another [need description], coming closer and putting her hand on my bare shoulder, making me shiver. "Just relax. You can go to back to sleep. We'll take care of you,"

A wave of tiredness hit me again, like I was a sand castle being demolished by a wave. I looked at the crowd again and felt like I was on the verge of placing one of the faces, as unlikely as that seemed, but my eyelids were heavy and I couldn't fight the sleepiness.

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Just like before when I awoke on the beach, I had no idea where I was or how I got there. But I was in a bed this time, a white duvet covering me, and indoors. French windows opposite my bed offered a majestic view of the ocean.

I hadn't looked around the room yet when a voice startled me.

"You're awake," said the same blonde from the beach, who was sitting at my bedside. She was stunningly beautiful and I felt like I was closer to realizing how I knew her. And I realized I had the biggest case of morning wood I had ever had.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"About a day," she replied.

"A day?" I said, astonished.

"Yeah," she said. "You were obviously badly in need of a good rest."

"I guess so," I said.

"How are you feeling," she asked.

"Really good, I think," was my reply. It felt strange being here, wherever I was, and however I got here, but I felt calm.

And then I finally, suddenly realized who she was, and my heart raced.

"Wait. Is your name Olivia?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "How do you know?"

"You're Olivia Holt," I said.

"It's just Olivia," she replied with a quizzical look on her face.

"OK...," I said, deciding to let it go. But it was Olivia Holt, right in front of me, and that sinking in only made my erection harder.

I wondered if I was dreaming, but this felt real. It was real. Had I somehow been transported to a parallel universe? What had we been working on in the bunker?

"Yesterday, one of the others said something like "finally we've got a man". What did she mean by that?"

"Oh you mean Nigella?" Olivia replied, and my jaw dropped open.

"Nigella? That was...Nigella...," I muttered, processing the information I just had received, that the woman, the apparent leader of the group, was Nigella Lawson.

"Do you recognize her too?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I don't know what's going on."

"It's OK, just relax. You've obviously been through a lot."

"I guess so," I said. "But what did she mean by "finally we've got a man"?"

"Oh, you don't know?" Olivia replied, and I shook my head. "We've never seen a man before."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...you're the first man we've, I, have ever seen," she replied.

"I don't understand," I said, which was a huge understatement.

"How is that even possible?"

"It's just...always been just us." she said, shrugging.

"For how long?"

"Forever. But we've been waiting for this day to come," she replied.

"Waiting for...me?" I said.

"Yeah," Olivia said. "The arrival of a man, you, is something we've been waiting for for as long as we can remember. Everyone's very excited."

"That's good to hear," I said.

This had to be a dream. In whatever world this was, Olivia Holt was right before me, and she and Nigella Lawson, and I don't know who else yet, had never seen a man before and were excited to see me. I literally pinched myself to check, and this was no dream.

"Listen, I have a confession to make," Olivia said sheepishly, and to say I was intrigued would be an understatement.

"OK," I replied.

"So you know how I was saying we've never seen a man before, and how I've been here the whole time you've been sleeping?"

"Yes...," I said.

"Well, I was so incredibly tempted, and held out for as long as I could, but eventually I gave in," she said. "I sneaked a peek at your body."

"Oh," I said, taken aback but so turned on. My cock twitched and throbbed.

"I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't have, I just couldn't help it," she said. "After seeing you lying there on the beach, I just had to see it again."

"My body?"

"Well, yeah, but in particular, I mean, I don't even know what it's called," she said. "Your...thing, between your legs."

"You mean my...penis?" I said, wondering which word to use to someone who had never seen or heard of one before.

"Penis? That's what it's called?"

"Yeah, or...you can also call it a cock."

"A cock? I think I kind of like that," Olivia said, smiling.

"So...how did it look?"

"It wasn't like at the beach," she said. "It was bigger, and...erect I guess."

"Did you like how it looked?" I said, now burning with desire for her.

"Uh-huh," she said, biting her lip.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked, hoping so much she would want to.

"Can I? Really?"

"Oh God yes, please"

"OK," she said, and she slowly pulled back the covers, revealing my torso and then my fully erect cock. It somehow looked bigger, thicker than I remembered, and my hard-on felt stronger than usual. I could barely contain my anticipation.

Eventually, tentatively, she reached out with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing member, holding it in her soft, soft palm. She squeezed it so gently and I let out a loud sigh of pleasure. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Does that feel OK?" Olivia asked.

"So good," I replied. "Amazing."

"I like it too," she said with a smile.

"Can you stroke it, please?" I asked.

"Like this?" she said as she began to slowly stroke it, giving me a much-needed handjob.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, closing my eyes.

"Are you OK? Should I stop?" she asked, slowing down.

"No, don't stop, please keep stroking it," I said, my breath increasingly shallow. "If feels so fucking good."

She increased the pace of her strokes, which only made it feel better, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I looked at her and we made eye contact and maintained it as she wanked me off. I could see the lust in her eyes as she pumped my stiff, fat cock, the first one she had ever seen.

"Oh fuck," I whispered, knowing my orgasm was just seconds away, and soon enough, I reached the point of no return, that wonderful feeling in the head of my cock as I knew my climax was imminent. And then it happened.

I groaned and Olivia gasped as thick ropes of spunk spewed out of my cock, landing on my abdomen. I too was taken aback by the sheer volume of my semen. I had never cum anywhere near as much as this, and it was matched by the intensity of the orgasm. I groaned loudly over and over as pleasure I had never felt before washed over my entire body.

"Does that feel good?" Olivia said, slightly worried, very surprised.

"The best," I said. It truly was the best, and longest orgasm I had ever experienced. "Please keep stroking."

Olivia complied and stroked my cock slowly, squeezing it slightly at the same time, milking the rest of the cum out of my cock until my balls were drained. My abdomen was splattered with spunk and some of it was dribbling down Olivia's hand, a sight I felt I would never forget.

Olivia still had my erect cock in her hand when others came into the room. I figured my loud groans of ecstasy had alerted them to something happening.

"What are you doing?" Nigella yelled at Olivia.

"I...I...," Olivia mumbled, releasing my member from her grasp, struggling to find the words to explain what had just happened.

"No it's OK," I interjected, breathing heavily, still coming to grips with the force of the orgasm which left every inch of me tingling. "She didn't do anything wrong."

"Are you sure?" Nigella asked.

"Positive. IIt feels...amazing. Thank you," I said, looking at Olivia, who responded with a half-smile, still apparently in a daze.

The women in the room looked at each other, perplexed.

"What...is that white stuff?" Nigella asked referring to the massive amount of semen on my stomach.

"White stuff?" I asked, forgetting that this was all new to them. "Oh, this is...semen."

"Semen?" Nigella asked.

"The technical term is semen, but I usually call it cum," I replied. It was surreal to be explaining this.

"Cum?" Nigella asked, as the others whispered amongst themselves, as if I had said something significant. "As in, an orgasm?"

"Yes!" I said excitedly, delighted to hear they were familiar with orgasms.

The room was abuzz with murmuring, and Nigella turned to the other women and they spoke in hushed tones. Again they all looked familiar and again I couldn't place them, but I had a feeling they would come back to me soon.

"We should run some tests on your semen, if that's OK" Nigella said, turning back to me.

"Uh, OK," I replied, taken aback. "Why?"

"We want to learn everything about you," Nigella replied. "What you're made of."

"Fine by me," I said.

"Very well," Nigella said. "Aly, go get a receptacle."

"Yes ma'am," the young woman replied. It was Aly Raisman.

While we waited for Aly to return, I remained prone, my orgasm gradually subsiding but leaving my serenely clear-headed. The women were all still staring at me, some at my face, some at my still-erect manhood and the thick blobs of jizz it had expelled. I tried to put names to their faces, but the power of my orgasm had made me weak and sleepy again.

Aly came back about thirty seconds later with a glass jar and a spatula of sorts, and wearing latex gloves.

"May I?" she asked, approaching me.

"Go for it," I replied.

She smiled, and I couldn't get over how pretty she was close up. She began scooping my load into the jar, making me shiver. Seeing slide into the jar, I was taken aback again by just how thick it was and how much of it there was.

"Do you mind if I examine you for a moment?" Aly asked once she had transferred all the cum to the jar.

"Oh, uh, sure," I said.

She put her left hand on the underside of my still-erect member and then gently wrapped her fingers around my shaft. It felt incredibly, and I closed my eyes again and sighed.

"Is that OK?" Aly asked, her cock in my hand.

"It feels so good," I said.

"And what do you call this?" she asked, referring to my rod.

"It's a penis," Olivia interjected.

"A penis?" Aly said.

"Yeah, or a cock, he said," Olivia replied. It was amazing to hear Aly Raisman and Olivia Holt talking about my cock.

"And these?" Aly asked, taking my balls in her hand and gently massaging them, which of course felt unbelievable.

"Um," I began, having to catch my breath. "They're called balls, or really testicles."

"Testicles," Aly said with a smile, turning to Nigella and the other women. "There are two of them, it seems."

"And they store the semen," I said, continuing what had become a sex education class.

"Fascinating," Aly said. "And does this feel good too?"

"Oh God yes," I sighed, and the room laughed.

"So how is the semen expelled?"

"You stroke it," Olivia said, looking at me and smiling. I smiled back.

"I see," Aly replied. "Like this?"

"Oh fuck yes," I said as Aly Raisman began wanking my fat, throbbing cock in front of all these other beautiful women. It had only been a few minutes since I had cum but I knew I could again. After a few pumps of my shaft, she stopped.

"Thank you for letting us learn about you." she said, taking her hand off my cock and removing her latex gloves. I couldn't help but be disappointed her handjob proved so short.

"Thank you, Aly," Nigella said. "I get the impression our friend here may want to orgasm again, is that right?"

"Oh yes, very much," I said, my balls swelling.

"Well let's make that happen. Would anyone like to volunteer?" Nigella said, and every single hand in the room shot up.

"You can see how enthusiastic everyone is," Nigella said with a smile. "So I'll leave it you to select someone."

I was getting to choose which of these eager, beautiful women would bring me to orgasm. I didn't know if I was in an alternate universe or what, but I had no desire to return to the one I knew before. I scanned the room, looking at each pretty face, spoiled for choice and struggling to make a decision, while also trying to put names to the faces. I settled on one young woman, a brunette with plump lips which I couldn't wait to feel around my cock.

"You," I said, pointing to her, and the women around her turned to look at her, while she smiled back at me.

"Madison, please give our friend what he wants," Nigella said.

"Holy shit," I said as I realized who it was. It was Madison Beer.

She walked towards me and I took in the sight of her tanned, toned body, her cleavage, the look in her eyes which suggested she was hungry for my cock. My manhood was immediately fully hard again as she climbed onto the bed next to me.

"Hi," she said with a smile, and I was lost in her eyes.

"Hi," I managed to mutter back, hardly able to believe she was about to put her cocksucking lips to use on me.

Then she kissed me on the shoulder, then my chest, then my stomach, surely tasting some of the residual jizz that Aly hadn't been able to scoop up earlier. I watched her head descending my body and took a deep breath as I prepared for what was about to come next. And then I felt it.

Madison's tongue on the head of my cock. She licked it, swirling her tongue around it, and every nerve ending there came to life. She may have never seen a cock before, but she seemed to know what to do with one. I moaned as she licked the tip, then my shaft, up and down, her tongue caressing it adoringly, and I opened my eyes to see everyone unable to take there eyes off it. The sight of Madison Beer licking my throbbing member. I thought it couldn't get much better than this.

But then of course, the best was yet to come. And then she did it. She took the head of my cock between those wonderful, soft lips, and into her warm, wet mouth, and began sucking on it, while also caressing my balls with her right hand. It was the greatest thing I had ever felt and my body tingled, awash with pleasure bordering on ecstasy.

It got even better when Madison took the rest of my cock into her mouth inch by inch, devouring it, making it feel like it belonged in the warm soft wetness of her mouth. I put my hand on her head, encouraging her to take it deeper and she did, and we all heard her gag a little. It was almost too much to take and I groaned loudly as Madison deepthroated me. This had to be a dream, but then again it felt so viscerally pleasurable that there was no way it could be.

"I think we can safely say he enjoys this very much," Nigella said with a smile, reacting to my moans.

I looked at Madison's body while she sucked me off and replaced the right hand on her head with my left hand, and with my right hand reached down and began squeezing her succulent ass.

"Would anything enhance your experience?" Nigella asked.

I thought quickly, possibilities rushing through my mind, and I caught a glimpse of a brunette whose big breasts were spilling out of her bikini top. I practically salivated at the sight of them.

"The brunette with the big tits," I said breathlessly, desperately.

"Abigail, please comply with his wishes," Nigella replied, and I knew instantly it was Abigail Ratchford.

She walked over and climbed onto the bed on the side not occupied by Madison Beer, and I immediately pulled her bikini top down with both hands, revealing her perfect, juicy funbags. I put my tongue on her left nipple, licking it feverishly and then took as much of her tit into my as I could, sucking on it like I hadn't eaten for days (and when had I last eaten?). Abigail put her hands on my head, bringing me closer to her, and I switched to her right breast, sucking on it for dear life. It tasted amazing and I couldn't get enough of them, alternating between them every seconds. It struck me that here I was, sucking Abigail Ratchford's tits while Madison Beer fellated me, and I couldn't think of anything better.

"I think perhaps another mouth might make him feel even better," Nigella said.

"Oh me please!" blurted out someone, I didn't see who. It was incredible to hear how eager they all were to pleasure me.

"Thank you, Chantel," Nigella said, and the girl walked over and onto the bed between my legs. It was Chantel Jeffries.

Within seconds I could feel her tongue licking my shaft as Madison sucked on my swollen cockhead, and I immediately felt like I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. My balls ached and my cock throbbed and pulsed.

"Suck on my balls," I said, to either of them. Chantel complied, at first licking my ball sack and then taking my balls into her mouth and gently, softly sucking on them. I knew I was about to cum.

"Oh fuck yes, don't stop," I pleaded, and they didn't, Chantel with my balls in her mouth and Madison back to deep throating me again.

I sucked harder on Abigail's tits and gripped Madison's hair tightly as I reached the point of no return, my body already tingling all over.

"I'm cumming," I panted, a courtesy to Maidison whose mouth was about to be filled with my spunk.

The whole room gasped collectively as I let out a guttural groan, my body trembling as my cock exploded in Madison's mouth, flooding it with jizz. Something about Chantel sucking on my balls at the same time made it all the more intense and ecstatic. Releasing all that tension and lust, the cum flowing out of my throbbing cock, was mind-blowing. And again there was so much cum.

Finally it subsided, and I lay back, my saliva coating Abigail's big tits, my balls drained, and tried to catch my breath. I was almost shaking with the power of what I had just experienced.

Madison withdrew my cock from her mouth and lifted her head, her mouth still closed. She gestured to Chantel to come closer so she did, and Madison held her face and they both opened their mouths. My semen dripped out of Madison's mouth and onto Chantel's tongue, a breathtaking sight to cap off an incredible orgasm.

"Does it taste good?" Abigail asked, and Chantel and Madison both mumbled their assent, my cum still in their mouths.

"Gimme some," Abigail said, approaching them, and Chantel turned and let my semen trickle out of her mouth and into Abigail's, some of it dribbling down her chin. I felt like I was going to pass out at the sight of it.

"I'm sure there will be plenty of it to go around for everyone," Nigella said, and I looked at the rest of the women and imagined feeding them my spunk, their eager, cum-hungry mouths receiving my seed.

"Thank you," Madison said after swallowing my load.

"No, really, thank you, all of you," I said. "That was amazing."

The weariness and sleepiness I had experienced earlier, after the orgasm Olivia Holt had given me, returned and my eyelids grew heavy, just like my breath. I closed my eyes, splayed out on the bed after being serviced by Madison and Chantel's wonderful young mouths, utterly exhausted.

"OK, everyone out, let's give him some rest," Nigella said, and I head the bare footsteps across the floor as they filed out, my eyes still closed.

"I'll leave someone here with you in case you feel like you need some more attention when you wake up," Nigella said, coming closer. I half-wondered who that might be, but I was too tried to give it much thought, and drifted off to sleep