Kill Switch Version B

The lights flickered, then one computer system after another began to shut down. The engine of the anti-grav hover tank shut down and we slammed into the surface of the partially terraformed moon colony. Somewhere out there was a rebel base. Then the oxygen generators shut down and we REALLY knew we were in trouble.

Michelle, Frankie and me (Jake) had launched from the cargo lander an hour ago and given our search area. Rebel activity was light in this area, so 4 four anti-grav tanks were dropped onto this rocky and sand-covered moon to follow a search pattern. Our commanders thought 1000 square kms each is far away enough from each other to explore suspected places for rebels to hide out. We had to stop every few days to replenish our batteries for all of our systems except the main gun. The guys in charge were a paranoid bunch and refused to give us environmental or space certified suits for fear of desertion or defection to the rebels. The most important innovation installed in ALL Republic vehicles was a "KILL SWITCH" to prevent poorly equipped rebel forces from getting even one of these old clunkers we were currently trapped in.

They had Nooo problem sticking a horny 25 twenty-five year old man in charge of a tank with two busty young women. They must have thought they or I was gay. Michelle had a boyfriend up to a month ago and seemed more like a lesbian at a quick glance with her short cropped blonde hair. She had large breasts I often privately drooled over and were the topic of many sexual fantasies. Her body type was short with a lovely large rounded ass perfect for grabbing a hold of or for long hours of sitting. She had piercing deep blue eyes sharp as an eagle's. She could spot an obstacle within seconds from a few kms away; good for driving or maneuvering in combat. Her piercing eyes could make a man's dick wilt from 10 ten meters away at a single glance or keep him hard for weeks with a single smoldering look. She seemed pleasant enough, but never showed me any interest and she was too valuable keeping us alive for me to ever think of starting a relationship or even making a pass at her. The military tends to frown on fraternization. Something about destroying morale, discipline and unit cohesion; even for draftees like us.

Frankie was a completely different sort of woman and a very "unique" person. She was medium height, long brown hair tied in a pony tail (according to military regs), had a cute nicely rounded little ass, slender waist, C cup breasts and hazel eyes. Her eyes only glazed over for two things; Michelle's naked breasts and our tanks engine. Once I swore I caught her drooling over my dick when I had to go outside to take a leak while on patrol in some other back-water planet. Maybe I was wrong thinking of her as a lesbian. She reminded me of a character named Katie or Kaylee on some ancient cult series called "Butterfly" or maybe "Firefly" and both are a genius at keeping old machines or engines working. She sure revved up my engines and she had classic patrician beauty. She never talked to any man unless it was about keeping our tank running or about engines or something mechanical. Some day when my mandatory service was almost up I would love to show her the pleasures of a talented man's tongue or the pleasure of an 8 eight inch dick sliding in and out of her.

We never talk about our past or where we were from. Tomorrow we could all be dead. Sentiment and emotional attachments could interfere with survival while in combat. I barely knew whether or not my crew was married or not or if they were in a relationship. Our lives were all about simple things such as: Where do we go next, when will we get there, where the enemy is and how soon do they die or we die and, what shape the tank is in. We also thought about the leisure station and what we planned to do while we were there. We saw all male tank crews with better equipment and newer parts get destroyed by not working together or being stupid. No matter how good the crew is you cannot avoid all threats or protect against all enemies. Sooner or later something is going to kill you. Hopefully it is old age and not a bullet to the head or blown up into chunks of meat.

I swear these tanks were close to 20 twenty years old and predated the rebellion. Being the commander/gunner I had to think of what hit us and how to fix it quickly. Michelle, the driver and I both saw a quick flash before everything went dark. It could have been an old electromagnetic pulse weapon from 50 fifty years ago. I had Frankie, the engineer, do a hard reset of all systems. Nothing, and 5 five minutes wasted. Then, I remembered a rumor that some rebels may have mines or devices which triggered the "Kill Switch". Our leaders vehemently denied such a device was even possible; let alone scrubby colonists from the edges of the Republic. That definitely had to be the answer if they denied it THAT MUCH!

Now came the real dilemma faced by all military commanders to let my troops die without knowing when or why or trust they will not freak out and murder us all. A real leader would not tell them anything and let them suffocate in this type of situation. Hell, I'm no real leader and I only got to be commander of this bucket due to having a University degree in Botany and scoring high in marksmanship. A lot of good a degree in plants is doing me when there's dust and rocks as far as the eye can see and maybe as far as our sensors could tell. I didn't see anything to shoot at right now either.

So, I told them, "WE ARE SCREWED! We have 2 two hours to live and no oxygen on this rock out there." pointing at the hatch.

I gotta give my crew credit. They did not freak out as much as I expected. Michelle had vid glasses with holiday vids from her ex-boyfriend of their vacation on a sunny beach which stretched for 10 ten kms to remind her of better times. It relaxed her, so I left her alone and watched as Frankie began to take apart the engine in hopes of converting or using parts to get the oxygen generators working or at least the distress transponder working. While Frankie was working, she began to take off her work uniform so it would not get in the way of her work. I began to drool as she worked in a sports bra and panties. When she bent over I was drawn to that cute round ass; beginning to automatically move towards the object of my desire.
I was shocked out of my trance by a hand on my rock hard dick straining to escape from the confines of my uniform. That shock made me remember a conversation I had with Frankie a month ago.

While I sat back in my chair reluctantly pushing Michelle's hand away from my covered dick I said, "Maybe later Michelle. Frankie, do you remember our discussion a month ago about rumors of the rebels having a pulse weapon of some sort which activated our tank's "Kill Switch"?

"Yes, what about it?" she replied tersely annoyed at being taken away from her work.

"Did you ever get a hold of and pack away a shielded power pack?" I asked.

The light went on in her head. "I see what you're getting at. Since the transponder was not on, the circuits might not be affected or barely damaged and the power supply is easily replaced." She replied ecstatically

Frankie got to work. She switched the oxygen generators to pure oxygen until the carbon dioxide was gone. The transponder activated automatically and sent itsâ coded message to the star base a couple light years away. A couple minutes later it flickered and stopped transmitting. We could only hope a signal got through, but it was doubtful and we were far enough away that we might run out of oxygen by the time they found us. The oxygen generators would last us a good 4 four hours to maybe 8 eight hours if we use the pain killers in the first aid kit to knock us out. I began to despair, laid back on the floor of our remarkably spacious tank, and closed my eyes surrendering to defeat and depression. I heard the rustle of clothes, then felt my uniform pants being pulled off along with my underwear in a single firm tug.
I felt lips embrace the head of my dick and a tongue gently circle the crown of my dick a few times and then lick up and down the full length a few times. I was in a half dreaming state and fantasized that it was Frankie doing this to me. Then she began to suck my dick in earnest, her stroking hand following her lips as she bobbed up and down on my dick. I was sooo close to cumming that I had to open my eyes. I saw not Frankie, but Michelle staring up at me with her beautiful dangling breasts grazing my upper thigh. She gave me an impish grin and began to suck with even more fervor now that she had my full attention. I blasted a monthâs worth of pent up cum down her throat. There was so much that she pulled back and some dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

It was at that moment I heard and took notice of Frankie in a corner with her hand in her panties having a small orgasm. She rushed to Michelle and licked cum from the corners of Michelleâs lips. Then Frankie began a probing passionate kiss with Michelle. Michelle and Frankie decided to really put on a show for me and stripped completely naked. Frankie rubbed her breasts and Michelle's bare breasts together.

My dick twitched at this beautiful sight before me.

Michelle noticed and said to Frankie, "Looks like he likes seeing two women together. How about I get you out of the rest of your clothes and we give him a REAL SHOW.? It's been years since I had a woman."

Michelle firmly squeezed Frankie's breasts and sucked her tender young nipples. I swear Frankie had a mini orgasm just from having her nipples sucked on. Then Michelle moved down Frankie's body leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her mons. She slowly peeled off Frankieâs panties kissing all around her slit deliberately missed touching her slit and clit. The poor girl was shaking in excitement and could hardly stand up if not for Michelle grasping those beautiful round little ass cheeks. Then Michelle plowed a furrow through Frankieâs pussy lips, circled and then began sucking on Frankie's clit. That was it and Frankie came with a shudder and a scream; falling to the floor at last.

Michelle reached over and grabbed the base of my cock to prevent me from cumming after that amazing erotic sight AND, to let me know firmly who was NOWnow in control.

Michelle turned to Frankie and said, "Come over here hun and letâs get into a 69 position and really give him a show."

They were both soon moaning through yet another orgasm with Michelle on top of Frankie facing away from me. I could take it no longer. I lined my dick up with Michelleâs pussy opening and slid slowly all the way in with some effort in that snug slippery channel. Michelle moaned loudly into Frankieâs pussy. As I slid out of her she could no longer focus at all taking her mouth off of Frankieâs pussy. Frankie reminded her that she was there when she licked around and around Michelleâs clit. I slid slowly back into Michelle, gradually increasing my speed until after only half dozen strokes she was squeezing me tightly inside of her pussy and shaking through her next orgasm. Iâm sure Frankieâs flicking of Michelleâs clit with her tongue had something to do with her orgasm.

Next I turned my attention to Frankie. I reluctantly pulled out of Michelle's snug pussy pausing just long enough to let Frankie lick the juices off of my dick. That almost had me spewing my load all over her face. I moved around to place my dick head at the entrance to Frankie's pussy and Michelle assisted me by inserting me just inside one of the tightest pussies I ever felt. I pushed forward and barely got an inch into Frankie.

"You're not a virgin are you Frankie? It's okay if you are. You're incredibly tight and I've never felt such a snug pussy before." I asked Frankie

"No, but it has been a few years since I last had a dick in me. Iâve mostly been with women exclusively." Frankie responded

"Michelle, can you come and help get Frankie and I more lubricated?" I asked Michelle

Michelle bent down and attacked Frankie's pussy with renewed passion. In a few minutes Frankie was bucking upward and then shaking in orgasm as I had pulled out to await Michelle's talented mouth. Michelle bobbed up and down on me a dozen times getting me hard and slick. I soon inserted my dick into Frankie's pussy. This time it was still a tight fit, but I was able to get half of my 8 inches into Frankie's seldom used channel. I pulled almost all the way out of her and Frankie moaned into Michelleâs pussy as I drove a couple more inches deep inside of her. I repeated this again and this time all 8 inches filled her. I nearly came when my balls rested against her. The tightness and heat was incredible. Then on a downward stroke Frankie's pussy clamped around me like a vise as she wordlessly shook and bucked upward in her next orgasm. That set me off and I was soon spewing shot after shot of cum deep inside of that near virgin pussy. It was amazing to see her large breasts jiggling as cum triggered yet another smaller orgasm deep within Frankie's pussy.

All this time Frankie had been moaning and licking Michelle's pussy. Michelle was only a few minutes behind us. I fell back and out of Frankie sitting a few inches away from the ladies recovering from my orgasm. Michelle I quickly found out loved oral sex both giving and receiving it. Michelle seemed to be almost equally attracted to men and women preferring men only slightly more than women. Michelle moved around and began to lick cum out of Frankie's pussy. I loved looking at those beautiful dangling breasts and perfect globes of Michelle's ass as she bent over. I was soon hard again and couldnât resist as I grabbed Michelle's ass cheeks and entered her pussy from the doggie position. Michelle was soon moaning and groaning into Frankie's pussy triggering yet another orgasm in Frankie. I kept pumping until I almost came. I reached under her to fondle her breasts and then as I gently rubbed her clit she exploded into yet another orgasm.

Michelle pushed me back onto my back and before I softened mounted me facing me. She leaned forward and let me play with her jiggling breasts as she began to gently move on top of me. Michelle moved out of reach of my probing hands. She was soon bouncing up and down rapidly on me and quickly reached an orgasm. She collapsed on top of me her pussy pulsing around me. I licked my finger, reached around Michelle's beautiful ass and stuck my finger into her ass. She moaned and began to move back and forth against my probing finger. Michelle regained her strength and moved up and down on my still hard dick.

Michelle paused on an upward stroke and said, "Hold still and you'll love this."

Michelle moved off of me and inserted my dick into her ass. Slowly, inch by inch she impaled herself onto me until all but an inch of me were buried deep inside of her. Then she slowly and gently moved up and down on me becoming gradually adjusted to the size of my dick impaled in her ass filling her bowels. It took all my concentration NOT to come inside that tight ass. I wanted her to take it slow and receive as much pleasure she could from this special moment. Slowly up and down and finally she shook with another orgasm. There was no way I could hold off my orgasm and was right behind her in having an orgasm spewing my load deep in her bowels. The tightness kept me hard and she moved faster with cum as a lubricant. She soon had another orgasm and slid the last inch into her ass. This time she fell on top of me crushing her breasts against my chest.

I must have passed out, since apparently a few minutes later I felt cool air and a wet handi-wipe stroking my dick. I opened my eyes to see it was Frankie stroking me and, no longer a few feet away lazily masturbating eagerly watching us have anal sex. Frankie soon had me clean and hard ready for more action. It was great being a young horny man with two sexy nymphs at my beckon call. Frankie got on her hands and knees wiggling her ass. Michelle came over and got on her knees beside Frankie wiggling her ass also. I got the message and was soon buried balls deep in Frankie's tight pussy and then alternating between her and Michelle for what must have been half an hour. Finally I shot a tiny load into Frankie one last time setting her off on her own orgasm.

Frankie collapsed forward my dick falling out of her. Then I saw that cute round ass of Michelle and eagerly buried myself in that wonderful pussy of hers. I quickly had a rapid pace we both enjoyed, going in and out her doggie style bringing her to a rolling orgasm which had her shaking and falling forward. I held on tight to her ass, pulled out of her soaked pussy and then saw that puckered asshole gaping at me. I just had to have that beautiful tight ass one more time. I lined myself up with her ass and eased myself into her slowly eliciting moans from Michelle as I groaned inch by inch. I gradually sped up and soon had her quaking in another orgasm. I kept pumping in and out of that gorgeous ass until I groaned loudly, my last orgasm spewing a short quick shot of cum as deep into her bowels as I could bury myself. We fell to our side still connected and fell asleep. The last thing I remembered was Frankie curling up naked with us and falling asleep also.

We had just got our clothes on when we got the knock on the hatch to let us know the rescue ship had landed. We felt the tank lurch as it was loaded onto a recovery vehicle and moved us onto the ship. They yelled at us that it was safe to get out. We were all out and the smell of sex wafted from the tank. We were fully out of the tank AND, that is when they chose to strike.
They hit the only working defense turret on the top of the rescue ship. Then the command deck was destroyed by some sort of heavy gun. That heavy gun hit parts of the ship unlikely to explode twice and then they were done playing with us. I kissed my crew goodbye, one explosion and we were engulfed in a fireball.

The End

Post script: Top Secret: A tank crewed by draftees was hit by a "Kill Switch" mine. A, retrofitted by the crew, Emergency transponder activated and a rescue ship was dispatched. Rescue ship was 2 two hours away- barely within adequate rescue time. Crew was rescued and rescue ship was hit by, previously unknown, heavy weaponry in the possession of the rebels. Intelligence has been notified. Fighters will now precede all rescue ships to prevent loss and avoid ambushes. When risk is too great for rescue ship such as a single tank as in this case the crew shall NOT BE RESCUED and automatically be declared KILLED IN ACTION.