From: monolog@aol.com (Monolog)
Subject: Lucas, Darwin and friends, Part 1 (Teen mast)
Date: 31 Dec 1994 01:07:42 -0500

WARNING!  This story contains sexual discussion and consensual activity
between a teenaged boy and a dolphin.  IT MAY NOT BE POSSIBLE!  DO NOT
ATTEMPT THIS AT HOME! And please do not ready any further if you don't
like sex between people with relatively similar IQ's.


   "No suit... SKIN," said the electronic voice of the dolphin.

     Lucas winced.  "Darwin, I know that Captain Bridger... I mean... I
can't do that."  Lucas knew that the dolphin was only responding to what
he was used to.  On a private island, the Captain was free to swim nude if
he wanted.  This was not a private island, though, and Darwin just didn't
understand --

     "Lucas hiding something?"

     Okay, maybe he did understand.

     "Well -- who taught you that?"

     "Lucas have something down there Darwin doesn't have?"

     "No, I... I mean, we're both mammals, and..."  Jesus, was Darwin
actually daring him to go skinny-dipping?  Did dolphins thinks that way? 
Lucas looked around him.  It wasn't as if he was alone here.  He,
Henderson and Miguel Ortiz were awaiting pickup by seaQuest after their
shuttle had been disabled.  Henderson and Ortiz had gone to pick coconuts
on the other side of the island.  He was sort of alone...

     Nervously, Lucas pulled down his shorts and tossed them to the sand. 
The air felt strange on his bare backside.  Hell, he didn't even sleep in
the nude, much less parade around outdoors.

     "See?" he asked the Dolphin.  "Nothing different."

     "One thing different.  Lucas has hair around his dick."

     Lucas blushed.  "Penis, Darwin.  It's not polite to say 'Dick.'"

     "Kristen calls it dick."

     "Dr. Westphalen?  She DOES?"

     "When she asks Bridger to put it in her."

     "Oh my god, Darwin!  Have you been spying on people?"

     "Not spying, just curious.  Darwin want to know how humans have sex. 
Darwin see lots of sex.  Bridger and Kristen.  Bridger and Wendy. 
Henderson and Dagwood.  Henderson and Tim.  Henderson and -- "

     "Darwin!  I don't... want to know."  That wasn't a lie.  Lucas wanted
Henderson badly.  The thought of her with all the others...

     "Why Lucas have nobody?"

     "Well, I --"

     "Lucas only have his hand."

     Lucas wanted to curl up and die.  "Darwin... please... don't tell
anybody that."

     "Lucas not have hands?"

     "No!  I mean... weren't we going to swim?"

     "Yes! Lucas SWIM!"

     The teenager plunged thankfully into the waves with his dolphin
friend.  At least in the water, Darwin couldn't talk.  They played for
quite awhile, splashing each other and riding waves.  When Lucas got
tired, Darwin let him ride his back, as he often did.  Lucas wrapped his
legs around his friend's sturdy form...

     And something happened that he hadn't expected.  Maybe it was
Darwin's talk about sex.  Maybe it was the thought of Henderson so nearby.
 Whatever the reason, Lucas had developed a strong erection, which now
rubbed against Darwin's smooth back.

     The dolphin didn't seem to mind.  If anything, he was gyrating slowly
from right to left, arousing the boy more.  It couldn't be intentional...
could it?

     As Darwin rode the powerful waves, Lucas let his mind drift.  He
thought of Henderson's chest, over which her uniform seemed to be so
lightly draped.  She never DID zip it all the way up... and why didn't she
wear a turtleneck like the rest of the crew?  He thought of Wendy's bare
shoulders, mocking his desire at meetings, i the corridor.  He thought of
seizing those shoulders, of forcing her down...

     Unconsciously, Lucas's pelvis thrust his erection against Darwin. 
The tension built, and still the dolphin oscillated slowly.  

     The images flooded on in Lucas's mind.  Katie Hitchcock, naked,
beckoning him, her legs spread wide to reveal his desire.  Juliana...
sweet, untouched, Juliana... Miguel's tight ass as he bent over his panel
-- huh?!  

     Lucas's mind had wandered too far.  He couldn't control what he was
thinking.  He didn't CARE what he was thinking.  The combination of his
nudity and the warmth of having another body in his embrace was taking its
toll.  Suddenly, blessed release came, as his whole being shook and he
ejaculated endlessly.

     All over poor Darwin's back.  Once again, Lucas felt his face grow
hot with embarrassment.  He was glad the vocal unit was on the beach.  He
wouldn't know what to say to Darwin.  For the time being, he just wrapped
his arms around his friend, as tightly as he could.  He knew he was just
being sentimental.  Darwin couldn't know what he'd done for him.

     Back on the beach, Lucas stumbled out of the water and threw himself
on the sand, naked in the sun.  Darwin's voice through the translator
jolted him halfway back to reality.

     "Lucas like that?"

     "Uh... yeah.''  Did Darwin MEAN for that to happen?

     "Darwin happy.  Darwin loves Lucas."

     That answered that question.  Lucas once again didn't know what to
say.  A lump formed in his throat.  "I, uh... I love you too, Darwin. 
Thanks."

     Darwin capered happily away as Lucas dried off in the sun, grateful
for such a good friend.  It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep...

                                                               ***

     "Hey, Lucas, you tryin' to get the world's record for sunburn?!"

     Lucas jumped and sat up.  It was Ortiz who had spoken, awakening him.
 He must have fallen asleep while they were gone, and... and he was naked.

     ...and there was dried semen on his thighs....

     ... and Ortiz and Henderson, smiling, had noticed...


		  Lucas, Darwin & Friends, Part 2

This is a thoroughly reprehensible story, based on seaQuest DSV.  You
really shouldn't be reading such trash, but, if you have nothing better to
do...

When last we left our heroes...

Lucas Wolenczak, Miguel Ortiz and Lonnie Henderson were stranded on a
South Pacific Island, awaiting pickup by the seaQuest.  Lucas has fallen
asleep on the beach, in the afterglow of an unusual encounter with his
dolphin friend, Darwin.  When Miguel and Lonnie come upon him, he is
stretched out, naked, with semen dried on his thighs...

                                                    ***

    Lucas felt suddenly as though he were plummeting down a vast
mine shaft -- or an undersea cavern.  He scrambled for his shorts
and shirt, only to discover they were a few yards away, beyond the
feet of Lonnie Henderson, who now grinned and looked appreciatively
at his naked form.

     Miguel Ortiz grinned also.  "And what were you doing, Lucas?"

     "I, uh..."

     Henderson playfully slapped Ortiz's shoulder and gathered up
Lucas's clothes.  "Don't embarrass him, Miguel.  It's not like you
never do it."

     "Not since I was old enough to say hello to a girl."

     "Macho pig," said Henderson, moving to toss Lucas's clothes to
him.

     Ortiz shot out a hand to stop her.  "Wait a minute, Henderson,
let's not be hasty here."

     "C'mon, Miguel, give me my clothes!" Lucas moaned.

     "Whatsa matter, Lucas?  You ashamed?"  He glanced down at his
naked young friend and added, "you shouldn't be."

     Lucas blushed, and, against his will, felt stirrings between
his legs, aroused by being appreciated by both his friends.

     Miguel went on.  "It is going to be at least another day
before seaQuest gets here to pick us up, why don't we make the most
of it?"

     Henderson snorted.  "Oh, yeah, Miguel.  Let's just have a
three-way orgy, why don't we?"

     Ortiz shrugged.  "Is there a problem?"  He gestured toward the
erection Lucas was failing to hide behind his hands.  "Lucas
obviously likes the idea."

     Lucas hid his face.  "Give me my clothes," he whispered
pathetically.

     "Well I don't like the idea," said Henderson indignantly.  "Of
all the low-life, geeky, fraternity-boy suggestions! We are on a
military assignment.  This is not your chance to act out your
favorite masturbation fantasies!"  She hurled Lucas his clothes. 
"If you two want to have an orgy, go right ahead.  I'll pass."

     Henderson started to walk away.  Lucas shook the sand out of
his shorts, and started to put them back on, but Miguel grabbed
them away -- and the shirt, before Lucas could reach it.  

     "Fine," Miguel called to Henderson's retreating form.  "We'll
just do that!"

     "Miguel!" Lucas leapt to his feet.

     Ortiz smiled and took Lucas gently by the shoulder.  "Don't be
scared, buddy.  We won't do anything you don't want to."  He
glanced once again at Lucas's erection.  "Though it doesn't look
like there's much you're not ready for."

     "Miguel, please -- " Lucas began, then gulped as his friend
dropped to his knees, lowering his hand from Lucas's shoulder to
gently cup one of his buttocks.  Lucas gasped as Miguel began to
nibble gently on his scrotum, then slide his tongue up the shaft of
his penis.

     Henderson had stopped and was looking back.  "I do not believe
you two," she said.

     Lucas wanted to pull away, but Miguel's grip on him was firm. 
As he felt a warm tongue caress the head of his penis, Lucas's
resolve to escape began to fade.  Quickly, Miguel had his mouth
covering the head, and Lucas shuddered.  His fingers came around to
curl in Miguel's black hair.

     Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Henderson was staring
now.  Was she turned on by this display?  Lucas didn't care, he
realized, as he closed his eyes and let the sensations Miguel was
producing in him take over.  He'd never had this done to him
before, and Miguel was an expert.  He'd expected to feel at least
a gentle brush of teeth against the tender skin, but no.

     Miguel's fingers were no longer gentle on his buttocks: they
were digging in.  He realized that his own fingers were in danger
of pulling the black ringlets from Miguel's scalp.  

     Lucas felt himself reaching the threshold of inevitability. 
"Uhh, Miguel..." he groaned, "I'm gonna -- "

     Ortiz understood Lucas's attempted warning, and ignored it. 
His firm grip made it clear to Lucas that he planned to take the
boy's semen in his mouth.

     As his second orgasm within an hour overcame him, Lucas saw
Lonnie out of the corner of his eye.  She was walking toward them,
entranced.  Miguel paid her no mind.  He was occupied, stroking
Lucas's shaft with his tongue, gently coaxing out the last of his
orgasm.  Lucas sighed heavily, and slumped against his unlikely
partner, who held to him.  

     "You liked that?" Miguel asked.

     Lucas could only nod and smile, and then Miguel pulled him
down to his knees, took his face carefully in one hand, and kissed
him.  Drained and euphoric, Lucas didn't bother to resist.  He
opened his mouth, letting the other man's tongue explore inside,
and responding hungrily with his own.  He could taste his own
ejaculate, a familiar taste.

     They pulled away only to breathe.  Miguel didn't take his hand
from Lucas's neck, where he continued to caress.  "Do you know how
long I've wanted to do that to you?"

     "You mean the kiss, or -- "

     "Both."

     "Ahem."

     Lonnie's voice broke them both away from their study of each
other.  

     "I thought you left," Miguel said.  "We're a little busy."

     "So I see," she grinned.  "Anything I can do to help?"

     "I thought this was all part of some macho-frat-boy-adolescent --"

     "Yeah, yeah it is.  So the sight of two guys giving each other
tonsillectomies gets me hot.  So sue me."

     Lucas narrowed his eyes.  "You like to watch guys?"

     "Oh, like you don't like to watch two women go at it," said
Lonnie, punching him lightly on the shoulder.  

     Her touch was like an electric shock.  It reminded Lucas that
he was naked, something that had gone out of his mind.  Suddenly,
he was embarrassed again.  "I've never really seen two women do...
that."

     "And what about your video collection?  And all those graphic
files you have stored on your computer?"

     "How did you know -- " Lucas demanded.

     Miguel laughed.  "Lucas, c'mon! The UEO almost hauled you in
for trafficking last month, after you posted those nude photos of
all the world leaders on the InterNet!"

     "I didn't know you knew it was me."

     "Who else in the world would have the nerve?"

     "Speaking of nudity, Miguel," said Lonnie, "I think it's very
unfair that poor Lucas is sitting here naked and you're fully
clothed."

     "I have no problem with remedying that," said Ortiz.  "How
about you?"

     "I'm still just an observer here.  I haven't decided if I want
to join in."

     "And what would it take to convince you?" asked Ortiz.

     "How about if I get some of what Lucas just got?"

     Miguel leered and licked his lips.  "Oh, baby, your wish is my
command!"

     Lonnie held up her hand.  "Wrong.  You're proven yourself the
expert already.  You can just watch and give advice on this round." 
She turned and smiled at Lucas.  "I want him."

     Lucas's breath caught.  "You want me to...to -- "

     Laughing, she came forward and put her hand one his shoulders. 
With their faces inches apart, her sweet breath caressing his nose
and lips, she said matter-of-factly, "I want you to lick my cunt,
Lucas."


                 Lucas, Darwin & Friends, Part 3

LAST TIME:

     She turned and smiled at Lucas.  "I want him."

     Lucas's breath caught.  "You want me to...to -- "

     Laughing, she came forward and put her hand one his shoulders.

With their faces inches apart, her sweet breath caressing his nose
and lips, she said matter-of-factly, "I want you to lick my cunt,
Lucas."

AND NOW...

     Quickly, Lonnie unzipped her navy jump-suit and pulled it down
off one shoulder.  The one-piece outfit wasn't the easiest thing in
the world to get in and out of.  It bound around the shoulders. 
She turned to Ortiz.  "If you don't mind?"

     He stepped forward, and, as Lucas gaped, helped her slide the
uniform off, down under her breasts, over her hips, exposing the
curls of pubic hair to the sunlight.  No underwear.  

     When she was naked, Miguel tossed aside the garment and
embraced her from behind.  She slapped his hand.  "You undress. 
I'm going to be busy."

     She advanced toward Lucas, bringing her arms up to his
shoulders, pushing gently.  "It's better if we lie down," she told
him.

     He followed her lead as she lay on her back.  He knelt between
her knees, staring openly at he exposed sex.  He'd never thought
he'd have the chance...  Awkwardly, he moved forward, inhaling her
scent.  It wasn't subtle.  The island was hot, and they'd been away
from seaQuest for over a day.  Still, he could tell she must be
aroused, and it excited him.

     Lonnie looked up at him expectantly.  

     Lucas felt himself blush (yet again).  "I've, ah... I've
never... done this... exactly."

     She giggled.  "That's okay.  We have a consultant."  She
turned to Miguel, who was naked now.  "Oh, instructor."

     Rolling his eyes, Miguel came to join them, kneeling beside
Lonnie.  He looked clinically between her legs.  "The technique is
simple, Mr. Wolenczak.  The tools are a nine inch tongue, and an
ability to breathe through the ears."

     "Oh, for god's sake!" Lonnie threw a handful of sand in his
direction, then turned to the new initiate.  "Lucas, I'll show you. 
Stay away from him, and there's a chance you might actually excite
a girl."

     "Wench," Miguel muttered as he clawed sand from his hair.

     Lonnie took one of Lucas's hands in hers and brought it to her
crotch.  She pressed two fingers firmly against her pubic mound, at
the opening between her labia.  "Here," she said.  "Start here,
with your tongue."

     Lucas leaned on his elbows and brought his face to her.  With
his tongue, he pried the labia apart.

     "Gently!" said Lonnie.  "And slowly."

     Embarrassed, glad that his face was hidden, Lucas licked
tentatively.  The outer lips were still dry as he started.  

     "Move in a circle," she instructed.

     He did as he was told, and was rewarded with a soft moan.  

     "Good.  Keep that up."

     As he worked his tongue in circles, he began to get more of
her taste in his mouth.  Her own moisture was beginning to come
forth.  Encouraged, Lucas pushed his tongue between her lips again,
far more gently this time.  Lonnie brought her hand down and
caressed his blonde hair.  This must be working, he realized.  He
began working his tongue steadily in and out of her.  It was the
first part of him that had ever been inside a woman.

     "Up," Lonnie whispered now.  Her breath was getting short. 
"Move in circles again... around my..."

     He didn't need instruction.  He knew where the clitoris was. 
He'd downloaded a detailed anatomical drawing from the InterNet. 
He explored with his tongue, coming to the place where her labia
met at the top.  He felt a stiffness just inside, and worked his
tongue around it, up and down, in circles.  

     Lonnie was panting now.

     Lucas felt a tap on his shoulder.  What the hell?  He looked
sideways with his eyes only.

     Miguel was leaning in toward him, putting his lips near
Lucas's ear.  "Let me show you how to drive her wild," Miguel
whispered.

     That was all he said.  He only did it so Lonnie wouldn't be
distracted.  It was just the sharing of a secret.

     So why did the heat of Miguel's breath, the gentle caress of
his lips against Lucas's ear, cause such excitement?  Why, when he
was giving oral sex to a woman for the first time in his life, did
the touch of another man's lips excite him so?  

     Miguel took one of Lucas's free hands and pried one finger
away from the rest, extending it.  Then, bringing it to his mouth,
he licked it, wetting it thoroughly.

     Jesus! Talk about your sensory overload.  Lucas tried to
concentrate on his tongue action.  What was Miguel doing?  He
brought Lucas's hand back down between Lonnie's legs, and... oh. 
He pushed it between her buttocks, right at the exposed entrance to
her rectum.
     
     Lucas got the idea.  His finger was well-lubricated.  Gently,
he insinuated it into her.  She flinched, at first, then inhaled
sharply.  

     "Ohh," Lonnie moaned as Lucas's finger slipped in to the
second knuckle.  He could feel the sphincter pulsing around him as
her excitement built.  Obviously, she liked this.  He began moving
his finger in and out in time with his tongue's motions on her
clitoris.  Lonnie's hips were thrusting now, bringing her pelvis up
toward his face, and, possibly, trying to bury his finger deeper in
her anus.  

     Then Miguel was whispering in his ear again.  Lucas felt
himself stiffening, pulsing.  "Don't stop!" he wanted to cry out. 
He wished Miguel would put his tongue in, he wished -- what was his
friend saying?

     "Now two fingers."

     Lucas nodded, pulling his finger slowly out of Lonnie's anus. 
Pausing only briefly in his attentions to her clitoris, he wet two
fingers with his own tongue.  As he resumed his oral manipulations,
he brought the two fingers again to her rectal opening.  The ring
of muscle was contracted again, resisting him.  He turned the
fingers sideways, in line with the crack of her buttocks, and
pressed gently, making a point of the two fingertips.  

     They slipped in, and Lonnie cried out, "Oh, god!"

     Ever so gently, Lucas moved his fingers in and out.  She
jerked against his hand, spasms rocking her body as she pushed
backward to take as much as he would give.  He licked furiously at
her clitoris.  She was moaning loudly now, almost screaming.

     And then, Miguel put a hand on Lonnie's hip and one on Lucas's
shoulder.  He rolled them both on their sides and pulled Lucas's
fingers roughly out of their lodging.  Lonnie protested wordlessly. 
As Lucas continued to work her clitoris with the point of his
tongue, Miguel brought his own tongue to the place where she also
craved attention.

     With two men's tongues working on her, Lonnie actually reared
back and screamed.  From what little he could see at this angle,
Lucas knew Miguel's tongue was in her anus.  Occasionally, in their
fury, one or the other of their tongues would slip off its mark and
collide with the other.  

     Even in the final throes of Lonnie's orgasm, Lucas felt a
surge of passion when his tongue touched Miguel's.  When this was
over, his fevered brain prayed, he would take Miguel in his arms
and kiss him...

     Lonnie's body jerked a final time.  Altogether, Lucas
speculated she had three orgasms.  He really wasn't experienced
enough to be sure.  He only knew that she was finished, as she
brought her hand to his forehead and pushed him away and caressed,
all at the same time.

     He and Miguel pulled back, sitting up.  Lucas avoided looking
in his friend's eyes.  Miguel was looking appreciatively at Lonnie. 
"Drives 'em wild when you put a couple fingers up their ass," he
said.

     He noticed that Miguel had a tremendous erection.  They both
did.  Lucas knew what he wanted to do with his.  He leaned forward
and stroked Lonnie's hair.  She was sweating, but her face lit up
with a smile that was only for him.  

     "Baby, that was wonderful.  What do you want?"  

     That smile promised him he could have anything.

     "Could I," he began.  He didn't know how to actually say the
words.  

     Lonnie grabbed her hand in both of his and kissed it.  "What?"
she asked.

     "I'd like to put my...  that is... could I... fuck... your
ass?"

     She chuckled wickedly.  "Oh, is that what you have in mind?" 
She seemed to think a moment.  "That's a lot to ask a girl, Lucas. 
I'm not sure you understand what it feels like."  For some reason,
her gaze strayed to Miguel.

     "I, uh..." Lucas stammered.

     "I mean," Lonnie continued, "before I let a man do that to me,
I have to know... well, that he's willing to go through something
comparable.  It's painful, after all."

     "Wha -- What do you mean?"

     "I mean, Lucas," said Lonnie, sitting up, "I'll let you fuck
my ass, if I can watch you get your ass fucked first."

     Both of their gazes strayed to Miguel, particularly to the
erect organ which jutted in front of him.  

     Well, thought Lucas, how much could it hurt?  Actually, the
idea kind of excited him.

     "Okay," he said gamely, laughing a little.  He turned away
from Miguel and leaned forward, exposing his buttocks to his
friend.  "Okay then.  How about it, Miguel?"

     
                 Lucas, Darwin & Friends, Part 4

LAST TIME:

     "I mean, Lucas," said Lonnie, sitting up, "I'll let you fuck
my ass, if I can watch you get your ass fucked first."

     Both of their gazes strayed to Miguel, particularly to the
erect organ which jutted in front of him.  

     Well, thought Lucas, how much could it hurt?  Actually, the
idea kind of excited him.

     "Okay," he said gamely, laughing a little.  He turned away
from Miguel and leaned forward, exposing his buttocks to his
friend.  "Okay then.  How about it, Miguel?"

AND NOW...

     "Lucas," said his friend, "you have no idea how long I've
waited for you to ask."

     As Miguel moved forward and began to massage his backside,
Lucas asked, "How long have you waited?"

     "Since the first day I saw you.  Man, I thought I was such a
perv -- "

     "You are such a perv," shot Lonnie.

     "You'll get yours yet, Ensign.  Anyway, I couldn't believe I
was so turned on by a sixteen-year-old boy.  The way you talked,
your smile, even the fact that you never combed your hair -- "

     "Look who's talking," Lucas grinned.  Then he cried out
sharply as Miguel's finger, wet with saliva, penetrated his anus. 

     "Sorry," his friend said.  "Just trying to loosen you up."

     "S'okay," said Lucas, but his voice broke.

     As Miguel moved his finger in and out, as Lucas had so
recently done to Lonnie, the boy brought his forehead to the ground
and clenched his eyes.  What was that he'd said?  How much could it
hurt?  If one finger felt like this, then --

     Lucas inhaled sharply as the finger was pulled out and two
took its place.  Wedged together, the fingertips pushed him open,
then the two finger themselves went in.  They were slick, but they
couldn't fit together to only the width of two fingers.  It was
like being pried open with pliers.

     "Ah, Jesus!" Lucas muttered.  

     The fingers pulled out, more roughly than the one alone had. 
Lucas braced himself for what he knew was coming.  Did he really
want -- ?

     Too late.

     The head of Miguel's penis pressed against him.  There was a
gentle insinuation between his buttocks as Miguel thrust slightly
forward.  Then the head slipped in, stretching the ring of Lucas's
sphincter, enlarging it.  Slowly, very slowly, the shaft followed.

     "How does it feel, Lucas?" asked Lonnie.

     "It's... I don't know..."

     Miguel leaned forward and whispered in his ear, sending a
surge through Lucas's penis.  "Am I hurting you?"

     "Yeah," murmured Lucas.

     "What?" asked Lonnie.

     "He's -- he's hurting me," said Lucas.  "A little."

     "Do you like for Miguel to hurt you?"

     At first it seemed a silly question, but as Miguel's penis
moved in and out, as he became accustomed to the rhythm... Lucas
blushingly admitted, "Uh huh.  It feels okay."

     "It feels better than okay to me, kid," Miguel grunted.  He
began to pump faster, battering the boy's rectum.  Tears came
unbidden to Lucas's eyes, and he moaned.  He just wanted it to
stop.  No, he wanted it to go on forever.

     "It hurts, Miguel... Oh god... hurt me."

     Lucas began pushing backward with his hips, pushing his
buttocks back hard against Miguel.  Both his back and Miguel's
chest, pressed together, were bathed in sweat.  

     Miguel cried out.  The hot, sticky wetness of ejaculation
filled Lucas, and his friend slumped against his back.  "Oh Lucas,"
he muttered.  His arms wrapped around the boy's bare chest,
caressing his nipples. Lucas took the hands in his own and held
them.  Miguel's face came to rest against his own, their cheeks
rubbing together.  

     Oh, yes, Lucas thought.  If only --

     "Better than a woman, Ortiz?" Lonnie asked musically.  "Is
this what you've been looking for all you life?"

     Still shuddering, Ortiz brought his right hand up from Lucas's
chest, caressing his jaw and cheek, running the fingers through his
blonde hair.  "Excuse me," he said, carefully pulling his softening
penis from its resting place.  

     Lucas suddenly felt empty.  He rolled on his back in the sand
to see what Miguel was doing.  He was advancing on Lonnie, who was
laughing.

     "What did you say?" Miguel demanded.

     "I've never seen you that excited over a girl, Ortiz," said
Lonnie.  "I always knew behind that macho latino image there beat
the heart of someone who just wanted to give it to a teenage boy."

     Miguel's face darkened.  He was smiling, but it was a
threatening smile.  "Maybe I just prefer guys because they don't
waste so much time being teases... or bitches."

     Lonnie put on her best wounded look -- the kind a vaudeville
audience might expect.  "You don't really think I'm a bitch, do you
Miguel?"

     "At the very least, a spiteful little girl."

     Now she wasn't looking hurt -- she was looking mad.  It wasn't
necessarily staged, either.  "I'm not a little girl."

     He leered at he chest.  "No.  A brat, then.  Who needs to be
taught a lesson."

     Lonnie's face blanched.  She knew what he was thinking.  "You
wouldn't dare," she said, taking a step away.

     He advanced two more steps, seizing her arm.  "Wouldn't I?"

     Then he pinned her arm behind her and dragged her downward. 
Seating himself, he pulled her, face down, across his lap.

     "Lucas, help!" she called out.

     Lucas was reclining, his head resting in his hands, elbows up. 
"Sorry, Lonnie.  I'm too sore to move."

     "You little shit!"

     "You're only making it worse for yourself," Ortiz said to her. 
He looked up to Lucas, speaking in a documentarian's voice as he
held the kicking, wriggling Henderson with one arm.  "You see,
Lucas, the Navy has a long-standing tradition of corporal
punishment.  It isn't used often anymore, but on rare occasions --"


     "Ortiz," bellowed Henderson, "I'm giving you one last chance!"

     He grinned.  "That's very gracious, Ensign, considering I
outrank you."  

     He patted her quivering bottom, raising it up slightly with
one of his knees, exposing it.  He raised his hand, started to
bring it down, then paused.  

     "Oh, and, uh, Lonnie...?"

     She looked up hopefully, obviously expecting a reprieve.

     But no such reprieve was coming.  Ortiz said, "If you
struggle, I'll only have to spank you harder."

     Lucas laughed to himself and stroked his growing erection.


                 Lucas, Darwin & Friends, Part 5

     The first blow landed hard on one side, leaving a red print
behind it.  Lonnie cried out, but the cry was lost behind the
second, stinging blow, delivered to the other side.

     "Miguel, stop it!" she hissed.

     He ignored her, raising his hand higher, bringing it down
harder.

     "This doesn't turn me on -- "

     His hand came down again.

     "You bastard! Just wait till we get back -- "

     Another slap, accompanied by a derisive laugh from Ortiz.
"You gonna tell the Captain, Henderson?  That should be
interesting.  He may throw me in the brig -- "

     "He'll court martial you!"

     " -- or, he may ask for a repeat performance.  Captain Bridger
is old, not dead.  I think he'd appreciate this.  Did I ever tell
you about the time I walked in on him with Dr. Westphalen?"

     "You?" demanded Lucas.  "I thought I was the only one!"

     Ortiz looked up.  "Were they naked?"

     "No."

     He shook his head.  "Musta been early in the evening."

     "Let me go!" wailed Lonnie.

     Ortiz looked back down, feigning surprise.  "Oh! I forgot I
had you here! Ah, yes..." he scratched his growth of beard stubble.
"Henderson.  The BRAT.  I believe I decided a spanking was in
order."

     He resumed the punishment, Lonnie crying out, using words that
Lucas wasn't sure he'd heard before.  They served well to punctuate
the sharp slaps against her reddening buttocks.  Those buttocks,
where recently he'd had his tongue and fingers...

     Lucas had never considered the erotic possibilities of
spanking before.  He'd been spanked once, as a child.  It hadn't
been erotic, it had only hurt.  It was illegal, of course, but he'd
never reported his mother.  If he had to live with his Dad, Lucas
would probably want to hit somebody, too.

     This spanking was different, though.  Lonnie was kicking and
screaming as much as Lucas was sure he had, but... Was it his
imagination, or was she beginning to gyrate her hips?  Her supply
of invectives had certainly dwindled.

     "Do you promise to be a good girl, from now on?" Miguel asked
his victim.  "Do you promise not to make fun of men who only want
to admire your beauty?"

     "I... " Lonnie couldn't answer.  Tears were coming from her
eyes, and she was beginning to sob quietly.  "Please..." she
whispered.  She was in a great deal of pain.  He hips were still
moving, though.

     "Please what?" Miguel asked, slapping her again, harder than
before.

     "I... please... it hurts."

     "I bet it hurts.  That's the point.  Are you going to be good
now?"

     Lonnie's hips bucked under the continuous assault delivered by
Miguel's hand.  Her buttocks were a deep red, and tears streamed
freely from her eyes.

     "I... please..." she moaned.  Then came a small whisper, as
her pelvis ground into Miguel's knee.  "Hit me harder."

     Miguel didn't refuse.  He brought down a blow against her
upraised posterior so hard it made Lucas cringe.  Lonnie yelped,
but her hand began making its way between her legs, reaching for
the patch of delicate hair and soft flesh.

     As his left hand continued the spanking, Miguel put his right
hand between Lonnie's legs.  Gently, in extreme contrast to the
violence of the spanking, he massaged her pubic area.  Lonnie
moaned, alternating contented coos with yelps of pain.

     Finally, she screamed out loud as an orgasm racked her body.
Her back arched, her hips pushed backward against Miguel's fingers,
which he had worked well inside of her.  Now he brought his left
hand down slowly, and rubbed her back, her sore buttocks, and
played with her hair.  Lonnie, like a mass of jelly, just shivered
as the orgasm passed.

     "Did you like that?" Miguel asked gently.

     She nodded as she rolled off his lap into the sand.  Her
entire body was coated in sweat.

     Lucas saw Miguel look at him, smiling.  He realized he had
been rubbing his erect penis fervently, excited by the spectacle
before him.  Embarrassed, he released it.

     "I think someone else was excited, too," Miguel observed,
nodding towards Lucas.

     Lonnie looked his way and smiled.  Still rubbing her backside
with one hand, she got up and came to sit by Lucas.  "Pretty
exciting, huh?" she asked.

     "Yeah," he admitted.

     Lonnie reached out her hand and gently took hold of his
erection.  He flinched.  "You know," she said, "there's something
we haven't done yet."

     Lucas just stared at her.

     "There's two available penises on this island... and I haven't
had either one of them inside me."

     "Uh... no," agreed Lucas.

     "So, whaddya say, Lucas?  Wanna fuck me?"

     "Oh, god yes!" He took her by the shoulders and began to push
her toward the ground.

     She brought a hand to his chest.  "Not so fast.  Things have
gotten a little rough here today.  You got pretty turned on,
watching me get spanked."

     Lucas looked between his legs, a little ashamed.  That had
hurt her, hadn't it?

     "Don't you think it's only fair," Lonnie continued, "that I
get to watch you go through a similar ordeal."

     "Uh..." Lucas began.  "I don't -- "

     "You want to fuck me?"

     "Yes!"

     "Then go find me a branch off one of these trees -- a nice,
flexible one, not too thick.  Bring it to me, and, after I've
whipped your bare ass... you'll get what you've been waiting for."

     "You're kidding."

     "Do I look like I'm kidding?  You either fuck me with your ass
as red as mine, or you don't get any.  What do you say?"

     Lucas looked at her before him, naked.  He surveyed her
breasts, her supple thighs, her rounded buttocks.

     "Well?" Lonnie asked.  "What do you say?"

     Lucas met her gaze.  "I say... whip my ass."


WARNING: <yawn> -- oh, excuse me.  This warning stuff is getting
boring.  Okay, this one's got more pain and suffering, more acts
that are still illegal in many states, and, of course, the talking
Dolphin.  (Who doesn't actually appear till next time.)  Don't read
it.  Just don't.

LAST TIME:

     "Do I look like I'm kidding?  You either fuck me with your ass
as red as mine, or you don't get any.  What do you say?"

     Lucas looked at her before him, naked.  He surveyed her
breasts, her supple thighs, her rounded buttocks.

     "Well?" Lonnie asked.  "What do you say?"

     Lucas met her gaze.  "I say... whip my ass."

AND NOW...

                     Lucas, Darwin & Friends
                            (Part 6)

     Satisfied, Lonnie crossed her arms across her naked breasts. 
"Go get me a switch, Lucas."

     Surveying the sparse selection of trees on the small island,
Lucas made his way toward the one with branches hanging low enough
to be in reach.  He had no earthly idea what kind of tree it was. 
Fortunately, its branches were smooth.  The bark didn't have too
many barbs that might be more painful... against his ass.

     Running his fingers over several branches, collecting
empirical data, the reality sunk in.  He was about to hand one of
these limbs to Henderson and quietly bend over while she whipped
him with it.  Her spanking had turned him on, but this --

     "Don't take all day, Lucas," Lonnie called to him.  "I'm
getting anxious here."

     He compared two branches.  Already, his buttocks were
tingling, clenched with anticipation.  He was still sore from the
assault his anus had taken from Miguel.  Now...

     Ah, well, he didn't HAVE to sit down any time soon, did he? 
He broke one branch off the tree, fighting with it a bit.  It was
still green, and didn't come off easily.  

     When he handed it to Lonnie, she inspected it carefully. 
Lucas felt a twinge when she tested its recoil against the air.  It
made a fierce whistling sound as it came down in an arc.  Lonnie
nodded approvingly.  "This should do.  Oughtta be really painful."

     Lucas looked at the ground.

     "You ready?" she asked.

     There was a lump in his throat.  He just nodded.

     She indicated the trunk of a nearby tree.  "Go stand there.
Put your hands on the trunk, hold on tight, and bend over."

     He did as he was told, leaning his head against the narrow
trunk.  The bark was rough against the soft skin of his cheek and
his bare forearms.

     "Arch your back more," said Lonnie. 

     He did as he was told.  

     She stepped directly behind him, flexing the branch in both
hands.  "Okay," she said.  "Cry if you need to, and think about
what you'll be getting when this is over."

     He hoped he wouldn't cry.  He did try to think about the
softness of her thighs, the wetness of her sex.  Her taste was
still in his mouth.  His penis, which had been limp these last few
minutes, began to harden.

     Then he heard the whistling sound again, followed immediately
by the stinging slash of the switch against his bare flesh.  He
couldn't help but cry out.  The pain wasn't just immediate.  Once
the initial shock had set in, it deepened, flared, taking seconds,
eternal seconds, to go down.

     And then the second stroke came.  His fingers gripped the
bark, and he bit down on his lower lip.  With the third stroke, his
feet stamped the sand by themselves.  His breathing became ragged. 
Still, his erection continued.  He tried to focus on it.

     The fourth stroke brought the tears. He leaned more of his
body into the tree, sliding downward.  With the fifth stroke, he
sobbed out loud.  "Stop!"  His hands came away from the tree trunk
and went down to rub his hot, striped buttocks.

     "That was only five, Lucas," said Lonnie.  "You're getting at
least ten.  Now bend back over."

     "I can't," he sobbed.

     Lonnie smiled coldly.  "Hmmm.  Guess we'll just have to
restrain you.  Miguel?  Hold him in place."

     Miguel looked at her, startled.  "Don't you think -- "

     "Do you want some of what he's getting?  Get over there and
hold him down!"

     Miguel got up off the sand and came toward Lucas.  As he
passed Henderson, he muttered, "You're a terror."

     "Thank you."

     "I should spank you more often," he grinned.  

     When Miguel took Lucas by the shoulders and guided him back
toward the tree, the boy slumped against his chest.  Miguel cupped
his chin, lifting it, and said quietly, "It's not that much more. 
Just think about what you're gonna get from her.  Think about how
sore her thighs are gonna be once you've pounded into her as hard
as you can."

     Through his tears, Lucas grinned.  Miguel took his shoulders
once again and guided him toward the tree.  "Here," he said,
placing his own backside firmly against the trunk and pulling Lucas
to him, face to face.  "Lean on me.  Put your arms around my neck."

     Lucas obeyed, and realized he was revelling in the feel of
Miguel's bare skin against his own.  He arched his back, pushing
his buttocks out for further punishment, but the head of his
bobbing erection brushed Miguel's thigh.  He almost ejaculated
right then.  

     "Okay," Lucas said over his shoulder.  "Go ahead."  He buried
his face between Miguel's neck and shoulder and held tightly to
him.

     The sixth stroke came, and he lurched.  His body had forgotten
how intense the pain was.  It seemed to forget between each stroke. 
The seventh stroke forced his hips forward, against Miguel.  His
erection pressed ahead of the rest, and met Miguel's own penis.

     It, too, was erect.  

     As the eighth stroke landed, Lucas was sobbing again, and
Miguel massaged his shoulders, whispering in his ear.  "It's okay. 
Only two more."  The soft breath against his ear, the firmness of
the gripping hands brought Lucas to a level of excitement he'd
never known before.  Coupled with the intense pain, a totally
different form of stimulus, it brought on a kind of sensory
overload.  Lucas didn't know if he wanted to cry or thrust himself
into Miguel.

     With the ninth stroke, Lucas screamed.  Miguel held him in
place.  "Please," Lucas whispered, "I can't take anymore."

     "One more," called Lonnie.

     "No," Lucas moaned in Miguel's ear.  "I can't..."

     And then he felt Miguel's hands slide downward, coming to rest
over his buttocks, cupping them.  The final stroke whistled through
the air.

     "Shit!" hissed Miguel.  He pulled his hands upward.  Across
the back of each was a deep red welt.  He'd protected Lucas from
the last lash.  

     Lucas took Miguel's left wrist and stretched the hand out,
examining it.  He met his friend's gaze, not knowing how to say
thank you.  Miguel was smiling.  Still holding the wounded hand,
Lucas raised it to his lips and kissed the welt, once, twice,
moving along its entire length.  When he had finished with the
left, he took the right and repeated the process.

     Miguel closed his eyes and moaned softly.  Encouraged, Lucas
turned his right hand over and gently nibbled at the palm, running
his tongue along its hollow contours, up the length of the thumb
and fingers.

     Pulling his hand roughly away, Miguel grabbed Lucas by the
back of the neck and brought their mouths together, open.  Their
tongues clashed, explored.  Their bodies pressed together.  He
seized Lucas by his red buttocks and pulled, throwing himself on
the ground, bringing the boy down on top of him.

     Their kissing continued, frantically.  As the pace increased,
they ground their penises together, thrusting at the hollows
between each other's legs and testicles.  

     "Hey!" It was Lonnie, standing over them.  Her face held an
expression of pleasant amazement.  "I thought I was the one getting
fucked here."

     Miguel pulled away and looked up at her.  Lucas, driven by
sexual inertia, brought his head down and kissed and bit Miguel's
nipples, teasing them, pulling chest hairs gently with his teeth.

     "I dunno, Henderson," Miguel said.  "Seems to me you've been
sending crossed signals.  First it was, 'Oh Lucas, you can fuck my
ass if Miguel fucks yours first.'  Then it was 'Oh you can fuck my
cunt if you let me whip you.'  Make up your mind! If you're gonna
tease the poor boy, he's gonna take whatever he can get."

     Lonnie was quiet a moment.  "I guess I got carried away.  I'm
sorry."  She knelt down and rubbed Lucas's thigh.  "I really did
want you to fuck me... both places."

     "I'm sure he'll get around to it," said Miguel.  He leaned
back down to thrust his tongue into Lucas's right ear.  

     "Guys!" Lonnie whined.  

     They both stopped and looked up.  The naked, young ensign was
pouting.  "Can't I... get in the middle?" she asked.  

     "Sound good to you?" Miguel asked.  

     Lucas pretended to consider the proposal.  "Okay, I guess so."

     "Which side do you want?" Miguel asked him, rocking backward
to let Lonnie lie down between them.

     "You're the expert butt-fucker here, Ortiz," she said.  "Let's
let Lucas have a little of the real thing."


                     Lucas, Darwin & Friends
                            (Part 7)

     Facing Lucas, Lonnie lay down between the two of them.  Miguel
wrapped an arm around her waste, a leg around one of her own legs. 
She pushed playfully on his shoulder.

     "Just be patient.  Let's give Lucas a chance here."

     Smiling, she took Lucas's shoulders and pulled him toward her.

Still on her side, she lifted her left leg, giving him access. 
Taking his erection in one hand, she guided him, with gentle
pressure on his buttocks, into place.

     The warmth, the wetness, the pressure against his own
stiffness overwhelmed Lucas.  This was it, he thought.  This was
his first time?  Was it supposed to feel this way? he wondered?  It
was a little scratchy, patches of dry flesh creating friction.

     Oh yeah, he remember, I'm supposed to move.  He made some
preliminary thrusts --

     Too hard.  Lonnie winced, but squeezed his arm gently.  "Take
it easy," she said.  "There's no hurry.  Let yourself get used to
it."

     For a moment, he was embarrassed.  She knew he'd never been
with a woman before.  He realized he was being silly, though. 
After all, everybody aboard seaQuest knew he'd never been with a
woman before.  Tony Piccolo had made sure of that fact.

     Piccolo.  What a jerk.  Lucas was glad he wasn't here. 
Although the thought of him getting the whipping Lucas had just
gotten was not unpleasant.  Maybe it could be arranged sometime.

     Lonnie was moving against him now, establishing a rhythm. 
Lucas followed her lead.  The dryness was gone, and their sexes
moved easily together.  Lucas began pulling slowly in and out,
building speed.  The feeling was incredible.

     Their rhythm was interrupted suddenly as Lonnie stiffened. 
Opening his eyes, Lucas realized what had happened.  Miguel had
joined their effort, his penis securely inserted in her rectum. 
After her initial discomfort passed, Lonnie began to move with
Miguel's thrusts as well, and a new rhythm was established.  Each
time she pulled away from Lucas, Miguel pressed deeper into her.

     What a sensation that must be, Lucas thought, to never be
completely empty.  He remember the sense of fullness he'd
experienced when Miguel had been inside him.  He knew now he wanted
to feel that again.  Surprisingly, that knowledge carried no guilt
with it.  He craved that sexual encounter as much as he did the one
he was having now.  The sensations were different, but both
fulfilling in different ways.  Both gave him something he'd never
really had before... intimacy... love.

     He loved these two people with whom he was intertwined.  More
powerfully than he'd ever felt anything, he felt that. 
Frantically, he began to thrust into Lonnie, the base of his penis
impacting hard against her pubic bone.  She cried out, but not
exactly in pain.  Her fingernails dug into his buttocks, clawed at
his back.
     
     Alive, aroused, aflame with sensation, Lucas crushed himself
against the girl, consequently bringing himself closer to Miguel. 
Miguel, whose lips parted and came up to meet his own.  Their
tongues danced together.

     And he drove deeper into Lonnie's sex, and her fingernails
were surely drawing blood as they dug into his raw buttocks, and
Miguel was thrusting hard into her anus, and Lucas and Miguel's
teeth clashed together as they kissed desperately.

     Lucas screamed.  A part of his mind registered it
dispassionately.  It was a primal scream, a scream of emotion and
sensation so strong the human mind could not fathom it, the human
voice not express it.  It gave voice to pure, violent, exquisite
force.

     Lucas came, shuddering, as both his friends arms gripped him
tightly.  He didn't know what happened after that for a long time. 

                               ***

     "Lucas?  Lucas, wake up."

     Hands gripped him, shook him.  Lucas jolted awake.  Looking
down on him, in her uniform, was Lonnie Henderson.  

     "Huh -- ?" he rubbed his head.  

     "You fell asleep," said Lonnie, grinning.

     He nodded.  Of course.  He'd been asleep.  He should have
known...

     "I had this dream -- " he said.

     Lonnie chuckled.  "It wasn't a dream, honey," she said,
looking downward at his body.

     Lucas followed her gaze and smiled.  He was naked.  His body,
though dry, had been bathed in sweat.  His buttocks, his anus, his
thighs were sore.

     It had happened.

     "SeaQuest is here," said Lonnie.  "Just off the shore.  Darwin
led them to us."  For a moment, he just absorbed what she said. 
Then she prompted him, "You'd better get dressed, before they get
here.  I'm not sure the others would understand."

     He nodded and took the bundle of clothes she handed him. 
Clothes.  He'd almost forgotten what they were for.  He looked out
toward the horizon.  Cutting the surface of the water was the deep
blue silhouette of the seaQuest.  As always, above the surface, she
didn't look quite real.

     Right now, he wished she weren't real.  Right now, he didn't
care if he never saw seaQuest again.  For the last several hours,
he'd been the happiest he'd ever been in his life.  

     But that was all over.

                               ***

     It was night.  Under water, that didn't make much of a
difference, all things consider.  At this depth, the denizens
didn't care when the sun rose or set.  They didn't see enough of
its light to know such things happened.

     Still, keeping human psyches on their tenuous track, Bridger
had designed the lights to go to a lower power level after 2300
hours, ship's time.  

     It was 0100 and some minutes as Lucas trudged through the
gangway.  The extreme heat of their tropical island had not worn
off.  Even in his sweatpants, T-shirt and candy-striped robe, he
was cold in the carefully regulated temperatures of the submarine. 

     Cold... and empty.

     He stopped at a hatch, considered knocking, then opened it and
stepped into the darkness.  Adjusting to the low light, he stood
still a moment.  No one called out to him.

     "Miguel?" he whispered.  

     "Lucas?" came the reply.

     "Yeah."

     "What are you doing here?"

     "I... I was cold."

     In the darkness, he could feel Miguel's smile, as surely as if
the sun were shining bright.  That warmed him a little.

     "Well," his friend said quietly, "it's warm under the covers. 
Get in."

     Lucas felt his way across the room, stepping on various
articles of clothing and trash as he went.  He came to the edge of
the bed and, after banging his knee painfully, sat down.  "Are you
-- that is -- I'm, uh -- "

     "I'm naked, Lucas," said Miguel, reaching up to stroke his
hair.  "In case you were wondering."

     "In case you were wondering," said another voice, "we both
are.  And you should be too."

     He knew that voice.

     "Lonnie!"

     "Yeah, kid.  What took you so long?"

     Lucas happily began to pull off his clothes.  

                               ***

     In his bunk, with the light shining bright on his face, Tony
Piccolo discarded the May, 2021 issue of Playperson.  Shit, but
these things were getting boring! Nothing but condoms! Not everyone
had a latex fetish.

     He looked at the clock.  It was two A.M.  0200, as the Captain
would say.

     Where the hell was Lucas?

     It was a reasonable question, so he asked it out loud.  "Where
the hell is Lucas?"

     He didn't expect an answer, and he almost jumped out of his
skin when he got one.  Then he realized the room wasn't haunted --
it was just Darwin, floating outside.  Or was it inside?  Anyway,
Darwin was in one of the ship's waterways, which looked in on his
quarters through a plexiglass viewpoint.

     Because he shared these quarters with Lucas the Terminal
Virgin, Darwin hung out here all the time.  Or did he hang here to
watch Tony?  There was a shortage of women here, after all, and
Tony, like any red-blooded Brooklynite, took care of his own needs
when necessary.  

     Did Darwin hang here just to watch him jack off?  Could
dolphins be peeping toms?

     Nahh!

     Still, he had asked a question.  Where was Lucas?  

     Darwin had answered it: "Lucas getting laid."

     Tony sat up fast, bumping his head on the bunk.  "Huh!?"

     "Lucas getting laid," Darwin repeated.  "Darwin say, 'It's
about fucking time!'"

                             THE END