Jack just kept pushing in, stretching my hole. It took everything I had not to scream. As he started pumping in and out my hole aquired his size. More...and more his cock disappeared into me. Jack started pumping faster, he was slamming in full to the hilt now. "You like this piece of ass??" "do you?? do you??" Jack was a flurry of emotion, he couldn't speak or he would yell out. He slammed into me, his cock pulsing, his balls releasing his seed. Jack pumped a few more times before removing his. A larger ship, or one with a more Earth-centric crew, would surely have had more exceptions… but not this one. It wasn’t that she was obsessed about sex, or anything. It really was, in the grand scheme of things, a minor inconvenience. At least she was here, on a starship, exploring the galaxy. It made up for a lot. But still, celibacy hadn’t been on the brochure. After a few months, she had hit upon the obvious solution: the Endeavour had holodecks. It wasn’t really the same thing, but it beat. She slid her hand into his pants and could not believe the size and thickness of his cock. She whispered in Zack’s ear, “Let’s find somewhere more private so I can suck that big monster! Shelia and Zack soon found a gateway and path that led to the beach. They could hear the waves crash upon the rocks as they searched for a secluded spot to be more intimate. It was not long before they found a natural windbreak and lay down on the sand between some driftwood. Shelia brushed her lips against. I also learned that Clay himself was a victim of blackmail of the very same bishop and his sons. They had found his secret Grindr profile as well as gay porn stash and used it to try to control him. This had been part of why they had chosen him. They figured that they could eventually force him into a “cuckold” situation in their own perverse, religious way, and that since he was a “closet fag,” he deserved that treatment. I needed to take action, and soon, before they really coerced the couple.