STARSHIP RIMSHOT. Capt. Theremin Spurts for the Yragoth Triplets

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**Most people aspire toward specific joys**, goals

and worldly ambitions. Capt. Theremin of the

Starship Rimshot aspires to other-worldly joys,

goals and ambitions. His most persistent fantasy

has become **a permanent longing, an**

**inconsolable aching to make physical contact**

**with the anuses of the Yragoth Triplets,**

Princesses of Alpha Centauri. He has met them

at parties, and watched their music videos. He

once kissed Kyrm’s erect nipples when she was

drunk on Ganymede. He knows from reliable

sources, all three: Ethlya, Kyrm and Bryol are

available, cheerful, generally promiscuous, and

eager for new adventures with friendly humans.

As much as Capt. Theremin loves Delonia, Queen

of Vega; as much as he loves her royal anus, he

lusts and lusts to gush cream onto, into or very

close to each anus of each Yragoth Princess.

Perhaps they will jack him. Perhaps he will jack

himself.

Truly, the only detail which matters is having his

modest-size erection pressed against their

fannies, semen bursting joyfully. Their tight,

lime-green anuses full of semen.

There exists no protocol in the Known Universe,

no polite, tender and socially acceptable way to

ask a casual acquaintance about her anus. In

some settings, in bondage clubs and proctology

clinics perhaps, anal talk is as generally pleasant,

and acceptable as ice cream. But, even in the

26th Century tattered-garments of modesty still

prevail, and asking a grown woman about her

anus, and telling her what you would like to do

with her anus, may result in a slapped face, a kick

in the balls, or prompt and painful execution. A

person truly needs to understand their social

setting.

Capt. Theremin chose his setting with great care.

He asked his friend the Hermaphrodite King to

invite the Triplets to an orgy on a cozy planet

near Rigil Kentaurus, only one star-system away

from their home.

plumbing (essential to successful orgies.)

Sparsely populated, the world is owned by an

intergalactic yacht-club, a private island for their

parties and events.

With comfortable huts, pools, gardens and

gazebos well-kept and ready for pleasure, forty

guests arrived over a period of three days,

allowing Capt. Theremin plenty of time to get

settled and steady his nerves with many bongs

of local indica weed.

Though similar in appearance, each of the

Triplets has a distinctive and unique personality.

Kyrm is loud, energetic, as if high on crack most

of the time. Ethlya is aloof, not cold, but

restrained and casual, as if nothing ever bothers

her. Bryol is bouncy, perky, like an Old Earth KPop

girl, playful and teasing. When Capt.

Theremin asked The Hermaphrodite King for

advice, the King said, “My dear fellow, I believe

you must talk with them one at a time. The

bathing pool in Pavilion Four is the best location.

There will complete privacy. I will have them

over to my chateau, and send them out to you,

Rigil Kentaurus is a jungle planet with indoor

one at a time.” And the King laughed cheerfully.

“I love being the instigator of sexual bliss!”

Kyrm arrived complete naked carrying a

strawberry daiquiri. “Captain! Captain!” She

shouted, as she entered the arched portico, as

she glided by frescoes and blue and white tiled

baths.

“I am here, Kyrm! Take left at the stature of

Queen Delonia.” said our Capt. Capt. Theremin

reclined on a love-seat puffing a hookah.

“There you are sweetie! Oh, I have missed you!

You thought I had forgotten… but I got sooo wet

when you sucked my nipples on Ganymede.

I want some more of that old carcass of yours! I

want to get my hands on your little command

unit!”

She walked over, set down her daiquiri, pulled

off the white sheet which covered the Capt’s

command unit, knelt down on wide pillow and

took the Capt’s soft cock into her mouth. He

was up in two or three heartbeats!

Kyrm caressed his big balls as she sucked.

And the Capt. stroked her thick black hair

lovingly, also reaching down to tease her

nipples.

“Kyrm,” he said, “I have a specific plan of action.

A tactical objective I have carried since the

moment we met.” He paused. “My lovely girl, I

want to shoot cream on your anus.”

Kyrm looked up at him, with his erection full in

her mouth. Her eyes were joyful with pleasure.

She opened her mouth, smiled and said,

“Oh my dear, Capt. I thought you would never

ask! I love having strong men in my ass. I would

love to be pumped by you, and have you pull

out and splash your sacred jizz on my anus!

Perhaps you did not know.

I am a follower of the Gospel of Sacred Jizz. I

want you to shoot cream on my anus. And later,

I want you to shoot cream in my mouth.”

Capt. Theremin exerted great discipline, holding

back his orgasm, and not gushing semen as she

spoke those words. The words he longed to hear

for over three years. He stammered, “Thank

you, sweetie. That means a lot to me. Please let

us begin. Right now. Let me kiss your anus.”

Kyrm knelt on the love-seat raising her fanny

high to meet the mouth of our Capt. He lubed

his erection, and rammed it full inside her,

pumping and pumping against her soft, wide

fanny. He loved to she her fanny jiggle with the

slapping of each strong thrust.

An hour later, Ethlya arrived at the pavilion. She

said, “Hello there, Commander Theremin. My

sister just told me you require further attention,

and asked me to come visit you. Kyrm said you

want to shoot semen on my bung-hole!” Ethlya

laughed joyfully, “Oh, that sounds just like an

elderly starship Commander! Any old port in the

storm!”

Seeing the Capt was still fatigued from boinking

Kyrm, Etlya added,

“There is no hurry. Let’s just visit for awhile. You

can pump my ass tomorrow, and spurt a big

load of jizz on me, tomorrow. I am also a

follower of the Gospel of Sacred Jizz… and I

know it takes awhile for an elderly gentleman to

re-load, to get another salty blast ready for me.

We can talk and have dinner, and sleep together.

Then, when you are ready. Tomorrow morning, I

will show you what a Yragothian Princess can do!

And I will make videos of you, gushing milk on

my anus.”

It was necessary for the Capt to rest for three

days after pumping Ethlya’s firm shimmery bluegreen

ass. And he enjoyed the high-resolution

videos. He could see each ridge of her puckered

anus, with his semen on top, like snow covering

mountain ridges. In high-resolution closeup,

Ethlya’s vaginal lips were the opening of a Grand

Canyon, a Celestial Cave in which all mysteries of

the universe might be discovered. Ethlya’s

miniature camera even showed a reverse-shot,

looking out from the inside of her vagina, at the

moment our Capt’s massive cockhead came into

view, and spurt a creamy geyser covering her

pubic folds, and covering the camera lens.

One the last day, Bryol bounced into the pavilion

wearing a short, plaid school-girl skirt. Bryol had

watched Old Earth K-Pop girl videos, and

invented new fashions based on those videos.

Rainbow stockings reached up her thighs within

inches of her naked vagina. Her breasts were

held up with Irish-plaid half-bra cups, her

emerald-color nipples naked, contracted and

erect. As the Capt was laying on the floor on a

Persian carpet, Bryol knelt over his face, bringing

her moist vagina down firmly onto his open

mouth. Our Capt. licked and licked, pulling on

her pubic lips with his mouth and his teeth.

**Bryol nuzzled down, bouncing lightly on his face,**

**squealing with pleasure.**

This went on for some time until the Princess

orgasms, and the sound of her joy echoed

through the pavilion off blue and white tile, off

marble floors and thick granite columns. She

removes all her clothes. Knelt on hands and

knees, and said, **“My Commander, I am ready.**

**Thrust into me.**

**Give me your Sacred Cock!** Give me your Holy

Semen. What you have given my sisters, give to

me! I want your semen inside me. I want your

semen on my butt-hole. **Kiss my butt-hole, and**

**cover me with your salty, beautiful sacred cum!”**

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