The Coming Doomsday 16

“I will be on hand to see to it that Subcommander T’Pol does not injure you in the course of her medical treatment,” Seven said, almost as archly as a Vulcan. No wonder T’Pol had brought her along. These two could’ve been sorority sisters.

Kon guffawed. “Her? Hurt me? Not gonna happen, Ten.”

“Seven,” she corrected him.

“Don’t sell yourself short. Your haircut isn’t that bad. I mean, it’d be better if you chicks could let go of the Aubrey Hepburn thing, but I guess even in the future that isn’t happening, huh?”

T’Pol clenched her teeth together so tight that when she let out a growl, Kon imagined it might be her jaw muscles protesting. “Stop talking, you overstuffed ape! By Surak! I know I’ve been desired by every male I’ve come across—any one of them would know enough to shut up and be grateful if I deigned to sleep with them—but you, you filthy simpleton…”

She clawed at her collar, and Kon could well understand why. She looked like she was burning up. Her twitching hands moved over the front of her catsuit, undoing whatever catches held it shut, but Kon could barely glance at the show when her stare was fixed on him, shedding all the anger of her current predicament directly onto him.

“You chauvinistic, unevolved dunderhead! Crude and boorish and small-minded, but still egotistical enough to think you’re better than Vulcans because of simplistic twaddle like baseball games and riding bicycles! Vulcans have their own culture, you ignoramus! We have art and cuisine and sport, risen to a level you couldn’t possibly comprehend, but we patiently act like yours is worthy of consideration out of nothing but intellectual pity! We treat you like fawning parents complimenting a child’s drawing and not only do you welcome such condescension, but you resent its absence! My blood’s on fire! I can’t take another moment of pretending you’re an equal! FUCK ME ALREADY, YOU NEANDERTHAL!”

Seemingly hyperventilating, she ripped her catsuit into a few strings bridging her proud, upthrusting breasts. Kon could do no more than gawk. He was still staring in awe at her cleavage when T’Pol dropped down onto her knees, grabbing feverishly at the fly of his pants. Breathing as hard as a horse at full gallop, she snatched his member out into the open and, her face contorted with sheer lust, she took it in her mouth. Sucking and slurping like an addict suddenly given a lifetime supply of her favorite drug.

“HOLY SHIT!” Kon was finally able to let loose. He stared dumbstruck at the crisply cut haircut flying up and down on his erection.

While she throated him, T’Pol tried to continue the dismemberment of her uniform, while also pulling at Kon’s clothes—acting like she was used to having four hands and now had to make do with two. Seven stepped in, crouching behind T’Pol to whisper something soothingly Vulcan in her pointed ear and then helping her out of her clothes without having to stop her oral worship.

It was all Kon could do not to immediately shoot, faced with the wondrous spectacle of not just one but two outright impossibly endowed women kneeling before him, one undressing the other. He tried to figure out if it would be hotter if they were intimate or if this was just Seven having no taboos. If it was the second, there was a chance she was straight, and Kon figured he had better odds with her then. But he forced himself to stop that train of thought, calming himself until his burning cum withdrew from the point of departure.

Then T’Pol grabbed Seven’s hand and pulled it down between her naked thighs. Seven amicably began to finger her, observing the look on T’Pol’s face, then glancing up at Kon to see his reaction with unmistakable curiosity.

Kon could hear how wet T’Pol was. With each stroke Seven gave her, she quivered, and the smell of her pervaded deeper into Kon’s nostrils. Driving him almost as mad with lust as she was.

Seven spoke crisply and clearly into T’Pol’s ear. “It is illogical to perform oral sex to the point of completion when you wish the boy to penetrate you vaginally. You should desist at once and proceed to intercourse.”

T’Pol pulled herself off of Kon and was stunned for a moment by the sight of his monstrous erection aimed at her face, the vestiges of her Vulcan logic trying to decide if it would even fit inside a womanhood that could be only so big, given her slender frame. Then she ripped at his pants to get them all the way off, Seven rising to take care of Kon’s shirt. As much as Kon would’ve been gratified to have two women both crazy for his cock, it was oddly arousing to have Seven be so cool and efficient while T’Pol acted like a madwoman. A jagged reminder that these were two separate women he was having… he was having both of them, right?

“So you’re going to watch, huh?” he asked Seven.

“I will be on hand to ensure the success of the medical treatment.”

“Will you tell me what my score is after?”

T’Pol slapped his cock, hard. It hurt, but not enough to dispel his engorgement. “Stop talking, you primitive, and fuck me! That’s all you’re good for! Fuck me out of my superior Vulcan mind!”

She pulled Kon with her to a couch, dropping her body down onto it and drawing him on top of her. Kon slipped around between her thighs, they were so wet. He couldn’t believe the change from how cold and emotionless she’d been a minute ago to… this. And it had all started when he’d walked into the room. Maybe he had superhormones on top of everything else.

T’Pol growled, unable to force words out of her grinding teeth, she was so aroused.

“Enter her!” Seven instructed him, as firm as Ilsa, She-Wolf Of The SS—who she kinda looked like. “NOW!”

Any compunctions Kon might’ve had, any thoughts that he might want to get a better lay of the land before he shut off the big head—they slipped away. T’Pol literally needed this. And it wasn’t like he could hold out for a better deal; what could he get that was better than Seven watching?

He obeyed the fervent desire in T’Pol’s eyes, giving himself to her clenching wetness until he was all the way to her core. She let out a long, gratified moan and her body shook as though being flung around by that soul-deep sound of release. Her eyes clenched shut when Kon began railing into her, her ponderous breasts jiggling with each stroke he gave her. All he could think of was giving her another, and another, and another. T’Pol wailed while he settled into a jackhammering rhythm, her hips thrusting up to collide with his as she desperately made sure the sex kept going.

The couch made woeful noises beneath them. T’Pol wrapped her long legs around him, dug her nails into his back, and let her tongue loll out of her mouth… relishing how well-fucked she was.

“A Vulcan’s ears are exquisitely sensitive,” Seven spoke as if giving a collegiate lecture—Kon was so out of it he couldn’t even tell where she was. “You should carefully manipulate them to better facilitate the mating process.”

Kon did the best he could while both their bodies were rocking together like a ship being tossed around by a hurricane. One hand he put on T’Pol’s face, getting the pointed tip of an ear between his thumb and forefinger, and carefully rubbing it.

“YES! YES! HUMAN BASTARD MAKE ME COME!” T’Pol shrieked. “AH! AH! HHHHH!”

She flung an arm out and broke the adjoining coffee table with a fisted hand. The sound was nothing next to the orgasmic scream she let out, shocked into an ecstatic seizure.

Since she was clearly unable to move for the moment, Kon took advantage of her convulsions to pick her up and set her curvy ass on the back of a nearby armchair. Standing while she was sitting, Kon gripped her asscheeks tight while he rammed into her, his hips scoring hard between her thighs, hitting her with all he had.

“Harder!” T’Pol cried, her face so red it seemed about to burst into flames, her eyes wild. “HARDER! FUCK ME TO DEATH! KILL ME BEFORE YOU STOP FUCKING ME!”

“Remember to manipulate her ears,” Seven told him. “The more you satisfy her, the sooner her delirium will subside.”

Who would ever want this to subside? Kon wondered, but he tried to do as Seven asked, laying jostled kisses on T’Pol’s face until he got his lips to one ear and sucked on the end of it.

T’Pol practically ululated, quivering all over, convulsing so hard around his member it was like she was jerking him off. Kon knew he couldn’t resist this, and that this had to be a big enough climax to satiate her, so he went for broke, galloping for the finish line, and when he came, he knew it was while T’Pol was having her third orgasm.