Brandi Whyne Chapter 4 Read online

  Exhausted, the three of us fell into each other’s arms.

  “Hello, Brandi? Robin? It’s me, John Thomas Little,” came a voice from near the front door. “Where are you?”

  “In the bedroom, J.T.,” Robin called out.

  I tried to frown at him, but it was impossible. My face had permanently been transformed into that of a woman who had recently experienced brain cell-destroying bliss. I rolled over and reached for my robe. John Thomas stood in the doorway.

  “Peri?”

  The pretty public relations expert groggily sat up. “Hi, John Thomas. We were taking a little nap.” She smiled and purred at him. “Care to join us?”

  * * * *

  “Do you think John Thomas will be upset about our… ‘education program’ for Peri?” I asked Robin while I chopped lettuce for our salad. “I mean he seemed okay the other night aboard the Parsnip knowing that we pretty much were a one night stand.”

  Robin nodded. He energetically chopped the carrots, celery and tomatoes and threw them into the bowl. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. In fact, J.T. wasn’t always such a shy one. He used to enjoy the ship-wide orgies quite a lot.”

  I stirred the pasta and added a dash of olive oil. “He did?”

  “Yes, he really did. It was just one time when he and Mr. Hedgehog got a bit too carried away and did some serious damage to a female crewmember that caused him to regress a bit in the social graces.” He put down his chopping knife and slid his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. “But I think those days are long over. John Thomas’ self-confidence has definitely been boosted. And we have you—our new ship’s counselor—to thank.”

  I laughed. “I’m not the ship’s counselor. I’m just a friend trying to help another friend feel good about himself or herself. I’ll leave the counseling or disciplining or whatever you call it up to Zelda when she returns. I want to be a pilot, maybe even a space pirate captain of my own vessel one day.”

  “You do? What’s wrong with serving aboard the Pulsating Purple Parsnip? She’s the fastest, biggest, hardest thrusting space ship in the galaxy.”

  I laughed at his inference. “Right you are. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the Parsnip. I’ll be happy to serve aboard her until the day I die. It’s just that I’ve always wanted to pilot my own vessel, too. Call it a family curse. Both my parents were test pilots. That’s how they were killed.”

  “You’ve never said much about them.” He lifted the necklace from my neck and opened it up. “Is this their hologram in your silver locket?”

  Frowning, I snatched it back from him. “Yes, it is. Please ask first to look at it. It’s getting rather old and I’m afraid it could fall apart at any time. It’s all I have left to remember them by—that and my trusty slide rule.”

  Robin pouted playfully and began slicing the bread. “Sorry. I do like your slide rule. It’s such an interesting antiquity. How do I measure up compared to all the drunken louts you used to make pull out their dicks and place them on the bar to be measured with it?”

  I couldn’t stay mad at my comical lover for long. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him soundly. “You measure up quite well. Quite well indeed.”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Peri’s soprano sang out from our bedroom. Obviously John Thomas measured up quite well in that department, too.

  A half hour later we sat down to our dinner party. We all felt famished to say the least. John Thomas spoke calmly and more intelligently than I’d ever heard him speak. I sensed that all was right in the world as far as he was concern. Peri glowed with a look that said she felt like the most beautiful woman in the universe.

  And who could blame her? Two of the most generous lovers I’d ever experienced had made love to her in one day. I sported a permanent grin throughout our meal and even while clearing the dishes of the table afterward.

  “Come over here, Brandi,” Robin commanded from the conversation pit. “I want you to settle a little bet for me with John Thomas.”

  “A bet?” I sauntered over to the happy threesome in the piles of pillows sporting raised eyebrows and an incredulous smile. “What kind of bet would this be?”

  Peri giggled. “John Thomas says he can make any woman orgasm faster than Robin.” She covered her mouth and giggled some more before she could speak again. “Robin says he gives more orgasms per fuck than John Thomas. They want to know who is right. We’re the only two women who can prove each of their claims.”

  “Hmm…” I sank into the conversation pit beside Robin and snuggled close to him. “Let me see. I’d have to agree with the first statement, wouldn’t you, Peri? John Thomas definitely can bring a woman to climax the fastest.”

  She nodded her head enthusiastically. “Oh, yes! Just one, two, three and—bam! You’re soaring in space without a rocket.”

  John Thomas folded his hand and smiled smugly at Robin. “Told you so.”

  “That very well may be, but what about multiple orgasms?” Robin narrowed his eyes and focused on us females. “I seem to recall both of you this afternoon not complaining about the length and quality of your ‘educational session.’”

  “Education?” The gentle giant frowned. “You taught Peri how to have multiple orgasms, Robin?”

  He laughed loud and long. “No, my friend, it’s not necessary. Women have this wild and wonderful built-in capacity for them. All men have to do is provide the stimulation.”

  Robin turned to me and waggled an eyebrow. “Shall we demonstrate?”

  “Why not? This is much more fun than playing a hand of Frizbyn like other couples do at dinner parties.” I sat up tall and stripped off my robe and unhooked my bra, freeing my pent up breasts. Peri and Robin each took hold of a tit and began to suck. “Ooo… and it feels much better, too.”

  “My turn!” Robin moved aside and allowed the enthusiastic John Thomas to join in on the suckling. Peri reached over and began to massage Mr. Hedgehog through a thin barrier of cloth. Robin knelt beside me and removed his briefs. He rolled his awakening cock against my hungry lips.

  “Yummy, dessert.” I took his staff into my mouth, twirling my tongue about the sensitive edge then delving deep to lick and suck his balls. Robin tilted his head back and gave a loud groan.

  “Brandi did that to Willie on the bridge when Zelda disciplined her!” John Thomas cried. “Can you do that, too, Peri?”

  “I-I don’t know.” Peri’s nervous stutter had returned. She looked to me for guidance. “H-how can I? Little John is far from little, and he isn’t as smooth as Robin is.”

  “J. T. can you collapse those quills of yours a bit?” Robin asked between gasps. “It would certainly help your lady friend if you could.”

  “I think I can.” He removed his shorts, releasing his oversized organ. “Mr. Hedgehog, lie flat.”

  Miraculously, his cock obeyed him. With its flexibility, it easily wound its way toward Peri’s lips and nudged them open. “Oh, my…”

  “Gently John Thomas,” Robin advised. “You don’t want to choke your date. Give her a little time to get used to the idea.”

  Like a Babel fish taking to brainwaves, Peri soon had her lover moaning. She eagerly licked and nibbled around each of Mr. Hedgehog’s flattened spines, twirling and whirling her tongue around the fat, round tip until her lover howled with delight.

  I frowned. Here I’d been hobbled for several days after a good fucking by John Thomas! If I’d only know his “bumps” were retractable. We live and learn the hard way, or so it seems.

  “Enough of this joyous torture.” Robin slid his cock from my lips. “We’re supposed to be demonstrating the multi-orgasmic capabilities of the human female. Right ladies?”

  “Right you are.” I winked. Peri and John Thomas seemed happy with their mutual oral gratification. “Shall we play ‘follow the leader’?”

  Robin twirled his moustache. “Okay. I think I got room for a little dessert of my own. Why don’t you lay back and let me do the work.”

  Positioning me ac
ross the soft sea of cushion he began to lap and nip at my pussy. I bucked my pelvis against his talented tongue and caressed my breasts. Soon he had my body shaking in rapture, my mind soaring through skies of bliss.

  “Oh, oh… that’s one,” I panted. “Peri, how are you doing?”

  “I’m at three already,” she said between licks. “Little John’s big tongue really can do a number on me.”

  “I’m ahead of Robin! I’m ahead of Robin!” the giant chanted then plunged his tongue back into Peri’s quivering pussy. She screamed again.

  The sound of her climax shot me over the edge again. I clung to Robin’s long hair and rode his mouth for three more until I began to loose all sense of reality.

  “I surrender,” I mumbled, panting for breath. “You okay, Peri?

  She disengaged her mouth and sighed. “I’m a bit woozy. I could use a break.”

  “Time for refreshments for our fair partners.” Robin ran to the kitchen and brought us all mugs of Proximan ale. “The drink of champions—or is that champion drunkards? I never could remember their slogan.”

  “Good stuff.” John Thomas consumed his ale in one large gulp and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Let’s see who can fuck the longest now.”

  Robin put down his cup and winked. “All right, you’re on.”

  “Mercy… mercy,” I pleaded. Peri and I sipped our drinks slowly in a vain attempt to rehydrate our hoarse-from-screaming throats.

  “I think our dates are begging for a quickie and then some sleep, J.T. Is that true, ladies?” We shook our heads the affirmative.

  Robin pulled me into his lap and allowed me to collapse against his chest as he entered my tingling pussy with a gentle thrust. I glimpsed over at Peri riding high on her lover. He playfully bounced her up and down his large shaft until she shook like a boneless jelofish. Their enthusiasm inspired me and renewed my vigor. I sat taller and rocked my hips hard against Robin’s steady pounding.

  One, two, three—bam! Peri and John Thomas shrieked a series of deafening cries and fell into each other arms, exhausted and sated.

  Of course my Robin was better known for his giving his partners a long, hard ride. I enjoyed climax after climax until finally he joined me in a mind-shattering climax. Lights and sounds and colors exploded before my eyes as his cock trembled and spewed forth his seed deep within me.

  “We’ll have to do this more often. Dinner parties are a lot of fun,” Robin muttered. I curled up beside him, happily dreaming of our next party for four.

  * * * *

  “Dum Luk—you’re the most brilliant man in the universe!”

  Robin slapped the diminutive white lab coat-wearing scientist vigorously on the back, nearly knocking the poor man over into his bubbling concoction.

  Located deep below the living quarters of Old Smokey, Dum Luk’s extensive laboratories were without compare in the galaxy. The tan-skinned humanoid with a mop of straight, black hair and almond shaped eyes appeared to enjoy working for Robin’s operations. He proudly demonstrated to me various pieces of advanced equipment. He grinned as he point out the endless power supply from the manufactured planet’s nuclear furnaces.

  If I were a theoretical researcher, I know I’d be pleased with the set up. The only thing that confused me was why Robin needed a resident “mad scientist”, as he called his learned employee, in the first place.

  “You see, Robin, I was right all along.” Tryor Fuq’s satisfied smile lit up his fleshy features. He nodded to the genius beside him and picked up a brilliant red-orange rock. “These flame gems aren’t from Denobula—they’re not even from this universe.”

  Dum Luk bowed his thanks. “Yes, Tryor is correct. These gems have somehow slipped through a crack in the space-time continuum from another dimension. But how did so many gems pass through what I can only hypothesize as a relatively small opening between our respective worlds is still a mystery. We need much more evidence in order to track these stones back to their source.”

  “We’re working on it, Dum Luk,” Robin said. “Zelda should contact us shortly if nothing’s gone wrong. In the meantime…” He pulled a small object from his pocket. I recognized it as one of the faulty vibrators the two-timing smuggler Daro had tried to pass off as good merchandise. “Analyze the components of this device. I have a hunch, and I want to see if I’m correct.”

  “Of course, Mr. Manhood.”

  The scientist took the vibrator from Robin and carried it over to a chemical analysis unit. He slipped it inside, hit a few buttons and stepped back. A minute later the indicator dinged, signaling the analysis was complete.

  “Very interesting.” Dum Luk’s narrow eyes widened. “Not altogether surprising, however. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the evidence does not lie.”

  He handed the print out to Robin who studied it a moment before crumpling it into a wad and pitching it into the waste basket.

  “What is it? What does it mean?” I asked.

  Tryor threw back his head and laughed loud and long. “Maybe we can use that bit info as a selling point? I can see the sales campaign now, ‘Robin Manhood’s alternate dimensional marital aids—when you really want to send the little woman out of this world.’”

  “The sex toys were manufactured in another dimension?” I gasped at the thought. “Would that explain why they don’t seem to work as well as those made in this dimension?”

  Dum Luk nodded. “Yes, it could. The Laws of Physics in that dimension may not be quite the same as ours. Therefore, their manufacturing standards may not quite measure up as well.”

  The short man retrieved the foreign object from the analyzer, switched it on and placed it on the counter. Within ten seconds smoke billowed forth from its battery unit as the whine of grinding gears and the pop of exploding gizmos filled the laboratory. We all took several steps back and watched in horror until the device finally burnt itself out then crumbled into a multitude of tiny bits.

  Robin arched a thin dark eyebrow. “Fascinating.”

  “Troubling.” Tryor frowned, slowly scratching his beard-stubbled chin.

  “Worth researching more.” Dum Luk’s head bobbed up and down like one of those Old Terran turtle statues people keep on the dashboard of their space hoppers.

  “Totally insane!” I cried out, stamping a foot. All eyes turned to me.

  “Okay, tell me this,” I began, “what purpose would it serve for anyone to infiltrate our universe with shoddy adult toys? If this is proof of an inter-dimensional smuggling operations, then why aren’t they trying to slip weapons or something else worthwhile through the crack in the time-space continuum?”

  The three men shrugged. It was hopeless. I had to spell it out to them.

  I stomped my foot again. “Listen people. The smuggled flame gems make sense. You could make zillions of credits passing off counterfeit minerals to unsuspecting merchants. But making crappy vibrators and chintzy dildos and bogus blow-up girly dolls for lonely space miners? Be real.”

  “Yes, it’s even more serious than I thought.” Robin propped a foot up on an overturned packing crate and rested his chin on a fist. “Brandi is as brainy as she is beautiful. The shitty goods Daro has been passing off to us for the last couple of rendezvous indicate how serious these inter-dimensional bandits are—and how much they want to muscle into our territory.”

  Tryor nodded. “Yes, they mean business.”

  “You’re just not getting it!” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Smuggling adult toys is a small time operation in the big scheme of things. Inter-dimensional bandits—if this indeed who we’re dealing with—wouldn’t risk being discovered by manufacturing and slipping through the crack a bunch of faulty vibrators.”

  “What could be more devastating to our way of life than replacing our trusted sexual aids with inferior products?”

  I spun around to see who had made such a statement. My jaw dropped. “Dum Luk? How can you, as a man of science, say such an inane thing?”
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br />   Robin slapped the small man on the back again and smiled. “Because ol’ Dum-Dum here understands what makes the universe go ‘round. Don’t you, buddy?” Dum Luk nodded, rubbing his sore shoulder. “Before these inter-dimensional bandits start their true invasion they first cause discontent and discord with the powers that be in this dimension.”

  “And what could be more disruptive than by making sentient creatures angry and unsatisfied in the bedroom?” Tryor added, clapping his hands. “It’s a brilliant move on their part. They can’t be doing this all by themselves. It’s too big of an operation. They’ve got to have other go-betweens beside Daro.”

  “What about Bak Azzwards?” Dum Luk said. “He is our closest competitor. How goes the swishy-handed pirate’s business?”

  “Not as well as ours.” Robin tapped a finger to his lips. “He’s probably desperate enough to make an alliance with an alien of unknown origin in order to dump our business straight into the crapper.”

  I breathed a loud sigh. I felt totally frustrated that my voice hadn’t been heard and that my faultless reasoning hadn’t be recognized.

  “But couldn’t Bak have easily enough gotten a hold of some slipshod products made in this dimension and passed them along to Daro?” I asked. “Using an extra-dimensional manufacturer sounds rather expensive to me.”

  Tryor scratched his scraggly chin some more. “Hmm, you make a good point. What if he doesn’t realize where the stuff is coming from? And what if the bandits are giving him some deep discounts? After all, they’re in it for taking over our entire dimension. They could always write off a few poor business deals. Hell, they’ll be making all the rules once they take over… Can you imagine how complicated the new tax code will be? And we thought the old one was bad.”

  I shook my head sadly. They weren’t getting it. I was about to leave the laboratory when Willie pranced in.

  “News from communications ops.” We all stared at him. “You know, Zelda, Zelina and crew?” He paused upon the sight of our frowning expressions. “Why all the down faces? Something die?”