PLANET OF DESIRE II
THE SPERM WARS
Chapter 15
"Easter Eggs & Omelette"
Ivan and the men were gathering their supplies when the Russian reinforcements arrived. Anton was leading them, and Ivan bleakly brought him up to date. "So now the fight will be village-to-village." He ended. "I figure this is the beginning of a good guerilla force. As for your own people, you'd best return to your village and try to defend it."
"What do you intend to do?" Anton asked.
Ivan sighed. "Figure out a weakness. Hit when we can, run if we must. Make this valley useless to them for as long as we can."
"You should hit their supply lines." Anton observed. "It was the partisan tactics of the Great Patriotic War that helped save Mother Russia."
"True." Ivan said. He forebore from mentioning that Russia had fought off the Germans of the Great Patriotic War of 1941-45 at the cost of a million Russian lives. That, the "scorched earth" policy of destroying everything in the Germans' paths, the enormity and difficulty of the land that had to be traveled and the Russian winter that crucial year. The Connobarans were not suffering under any of these handicaps. The valley they were in was small and sparsely populated, and though the jungle would help tremendously in slowing advances and concealing guerillas, it would also feed the Connobarans as soon as they learned which plants were edible and which were not.
Anton seemed to guess his thoughts. "Let us consider, my friend." he said, putting a huge hand around Ivan's broad shoulders. "What is their weakest point?"
"That they can't kill us, any more than we can kill them." Ivan said. "Prisoners have to be cared for. But they want the prisoners, to help them have their children."
"Yes, those eggs that they use." Anton agreed. "Did they bring the eggs through the pass yet?"
Ivan asked, no soldier remembered seeing anything of the sort. "I don't think so. The soldiers probably smuggled in a few in their packs...."
"Then that is their weakness." Anton affirmed as he reached down for Ivan's crotch. "They must bring a lot of very fragile eggs into this valley if they want to have their children here."
"Yes. Yes!" Ivan said as Anton fished his cock out of his trousers. Ivan barely noticed his cock being flogged by the big, hairy fellow-Russian.
"So we know now where to attack them." Anton said as he knelt down to suck on Ivan's cock.
"All right, men, gather around." Ivan said as the bearded giant slurped on his pud. "We'll need to split up into groups of ten. Each group will need a member who knows this jungle--Anton, can we have some of your men for scouts?"
Anton pulled off of Ivan's pud with a loud slurp. "Of course." Then a shlorp sound as he dove back to his work.
Ivan closed his eyes briefly in pleasure, then said. "I want most of you to fan out and harass the Connobarans. Quick raids, take no prisoners. Connobarans hate being fucked in the ass, so that's your main weapon. Pull stragglers into the bushes and fuck the shit out of them, then turn them loose again. But keep a special eye out for eggs. I don't want them to have a single intact egg to impregnate and take back to Connobar with them, so smash and burn. Remember that if the egg is dark brown in color, it's already been fertilized. Hit the white eggs. Those don't contain anything but nutrients, so it's not killing. You can smash them with a completely clear conscience, men."
Ivan paused again, while his fingers laced into Anton's hair and he fucked at the thick lips in the hairy bush that tickled his thighs. "Any questions so far?" He panted.
"Sir, that'll be fine for the eggs in this valley. But what about the eggs back in Connobar itself?" asked one soldier.
"That's what the rest of us will be doing." Ivan said. "The group led by me. I need the rest of you to keep the Connobarans busy and distracted here. Call it Operation Easter Eggs. Colorful distractions, that's what we need." While they're watching us over here, we'll be back in Connobar, pulling, uh, Operation Omelette. Any other questions?"
"Yes, sir." another soldier said. "Do we have to just stand here and watch you get a blow job while you talk to us?" The tent at his crotch told Ivan what he really meant.
Ivan grinned. "Any sign of approach from the valley? Or anywhere else?"
A sergeant operated his communicator, then said, "All outposts report clear."
"Okay, men, fifteen minutes to get your rocks off. Now leave me alone for a while, damn it!" Ivan said, his concentrating falling fast as his need grew.
The Russians were quick to join in the hodge-podge orgy which ensued. Ivan began to buck his hips to fuck Anton's mouth, and a husky black soldier lay down to take Anton's pud away from him and suck it for him. This caused the big man to redouble his efforts on Ivan's cock and Ivan felt his knees weaken from the pleasure. He saw Pavel sandwiched between a Latino Marine and a Russian villager, fucking the Marine while the Russian fucked him. Then a black Marine stepped up and over his Latino comrade who had his face down to the dirt, resting his head on his arms while he was being fucked, and waggled his cock at Pavel, who slurped it down. "Lucky kid." he sighed.
The Marine sergeant (the same who had led his squad in to be fucked by the captive Connobarans that Ivan had seen earlier) who was approaching overheard that, followed his eyes. "Okay, grunts!" he said to his men. "Our C.O. needs a little extra attention right now. And I expect Delta Squad to give him their all."
Ivan looked up to see eleven men approaching him. Anton saw this as well, and released Ivan's cock, now engorged and steaming hot with Ivan's building orgasm. "Enjoy yourself, my friend." he said, and turned around to 69 with the black Marine who was sucking him.
Ivan stepped a few steps away from the two and said, "Just what do you have in mind, Sergeant?" with a bit of trepidation in his voice.
"First off, men, strip him." And Ivan was seized by the soldiers, not resisting as they teamed up on his to pull off his boots, unzip his jumpsuit, pull it from his body, his jockstrap following it closely, to be nude in front of the fully clothed men. Just what did the grinning sergeant have in mind for him? A gang rape? That was something to hesitate at even on this world!
"Now lay him down on the ground. Spread-eagle his arms and legs." Ivan was stretched out to lie with arms and legs pointing to the four corners of the world.
"Now, find a spot and lick!" the sergeant said, grinning. Ivan was suddenly in the middle of a crush of male bodies, tongues were probing both his ears, lapping his biceps and forearms, both his hands were having their fingers sucked on, both sides of his chest and abdomen had hairy heads over them, working from his nipples to his navel, two more at his hips and thighs, and two more were sucking his toes, his toes! He was loving it. And the sergeant had saved the prime spot for himself, kneeling between Ivan's outstretched legs and taking over Anton's job of loving his cock with a warm, licking, sucking lips and tongue!
Ivan had already been pushed to the limit by Anton, the tremendous stimulation of his entire body at once was more than he could stand, mere seconds of this wonderful, wonderful attention and he erupted, filling the sergeant's mouth with a load that felt so heavy, it was like this was his first orgasm in weeks! The sergeant tried to swallow all of it, but it spewed from his mouth like a burst water main, and the men at his hips moved quickly to lap at the pools which formed on his abdomen and legs.
Ivan fell, face flushed and breathing heavily, back to the ground. "Hey, Sarge, now whaddaya gonna do?" one heavily inflected voice said with the voice of the U.S.A. South. Ivan thought for a moment he was hearing Al's voice, but the man was swarthy skinned and angular- faced.
The sergeant grinned and said, "Captain, permission to fuck your ass, sir?"
Ivan grinned back. "Granted." he said, and his legs were seized by the sergeant and lifted into the air. Someone must have been working on the sergeant while Ivan was being sucked, because it was a spit-slicked cock that hit his anus and began to push inside.
"Anything you can manage for the rest of us, sir?" the private at his left ear asked.
Ivan sighed with the pleasure of the sergeant's cock entering his ass. It was almost as good as Al's. "Men, any way I can help you in return, I will. But I don't see how I could possibly take everyone on the way you all took me on."
"Leave that little problem to the Delta Squad, sir." the man grinned. "Okay, men, Maneuver Lambda."
Ivan was lifted onto the suddenly kneeling sergeant's waist, in what seemed like a well- rehearsed manuever. He ended up partially supporting himself with his feet, and partially being supported by the sergeant's arms around his waist and the men who were pressing in around him.
Two of the Marines stepped in close to press their cocks together in front of Ivan's face. "There's three of the Delta Squad, sir." one of the men said. "Can you manage that?"
"I'll try." Ivan said and moved over to try. He had to lubricate and stretch his lips and jaws to the breaking point, but he managed to take both the warm cocks inside.
Two more cocks pushed beneath his armpits. Lubed up as well, they didn't catch his skin until they were well inside his hair in the deepest part of his pits. "That's five." said the men.
Ivan felt his hands being guided in opposite directions, and his fingers were cupped around four more cocks, while his elbows were kept close to his sides. "That's nine."
Two men short, Ivan thought to himself. A shame that the other two had to wait. But then his feet were suddenly hauled up and with arms around him at all points to hold Ivan in mid-air, he found that the final two men were--oh my God!--pressing their cocks into the junction of his big toes and second toes! He had walked for years on Desire in sandals or bare feet, and his toes had slowly spread to leave a wide space there, though when he had first arrived, the shoes he had worn all his life had pressed them tightly together.
Still, they weren't that wide apart, and the feeling was uncomfortable. And Ivan didn't see how he could move a muscle. He had eleven cocks pushing onto and into him from all directions, and he was enjoying this sensation, but how to service them?
"Don't try to move yourself, sir." the sergeant advised as if reading his thoughts. "Delta Squad knows what to do."
And they did. His fingers were kept held together, his arms kept tight to his sides, his mouth encouraged to remain on the two cocks it was holding, while his head was moved for him, his body moved for him, his body caring for eleven cocks at once.
Incredible! This was some sort of world record! How long had these men been rehearsing this little sexual acrobatic? The steamy heat of their cocks meant that they were all close to orgasm, and he felt sure that he'd been inundated with come. The way these men had trained this maneuver, he wondered if they'd trained to come together, too!
"Okay, men, shoot them!" the sergeant grunted. Come hit Ivan's mouth from two sides at once, come jetted into this armpits, enormous flows covered his hands and forearms, come shot up his ass and onto his legs. He was being bathed in human jism! They had trained that, too! Extraordinary!
Ivan's body moved as the men holding him weakened from their ejaculation, but he was held in place throughout, until he was lowered to the ground, coated in jism, positively sticky. Hand moved to massage the jism into him, over his body, scooped up from some places to be applied to others.
"Now, sir, you are an honorary member of the Delta Squad." the sergeant said. "Best damned gay Marine contingent in the Service! We'd like to volunteer for Operation Omelette."
"I can't imagine choosing anyone else." Ivan said. "Now how about cleaning me off, so I can get dressed?"
Eleven tongues moved to obey. Ivan sighed. He liked Marines!
THE END OF CHAPTER 15