Chapter 52 (Down Time, First Time and It's About Time) SEXUAL SITUATIONS..ADULT LANGUAGE

Jack O'Neill's 'playtime' was nearing completion. He could feel it in the very marrow of his bones not to mention..the delicious tightness of his balls.

His breathing was labored, a fine sheen of perspiration glistened his naked form. He had 'played' hard this time, in more ways that the obvious.

Carter had allowed him true 'playtime' such as the man had never experienced before. His eyes took in the visual beauty of pink tinted little ass cheeks. Tinted by his palm. His dick throbbed painfully with the need to deliver the load built so painstakingly by the woman over the past half hour.

The best damned half hour of Jack O'Neill's life, as far as the man was concerned.

Jack was discovering the 'feel good' experience of 'role-playing'. Carter had given him free reign to allow his imagination to take flight. For a 'fly boy'...there was nothing better.

The man didn't know where the inspiration had come from for the woman, but as soon as he had began the ancient movements of love-making..Carter had suddenly pretended to be most submissive. After that second smack on her ass, she had pleaded for his understanding, hastily backing into his thrusts, burying his cock to it's hilt with a seductively stated...

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to displease you. Is that..better?" She had begun to grind her pussy this way and that in a tantalizing motion that drove Jack up the freakin wall..just to watch it made his want to cream.. "Don't be angry with me." She had asked in a seductively stated pout.

Jack had blinked his awe, staring down between his legs, seeing his dick buried inside the best pussy he had ever had and that sweet, little girl tone she used made his pulse race unchecked, his blood heat to feverish pitch.

Angry? Freaking angry? How could he possibly be freakin...anything but..turned the hell on?

"I..I want to please you." Carter turned innocent eyes to his disoriented ones, glancing back over her shoulder. The look she gave and the tone she was using, sent two entirely different messages to the man. Jack found he loved both of them. He also found..he didn't want to have to chose between the two. He was suddenly a little greedy. He wanted to experience both..hopefully, at the same time. "Please! Just tell me what to do. What is it you want?"

It took Jack a few seconds to adjust to this side of Samantha Carter.

"Do you like...this?" It was silkily asked,, as the woman moved, sliding back and forth on his shaft, several slow..confident strokes.

Did he 'like' it? He had to stifle a moan of prurient pleasure which brought a secretive smile to Sam's beautiful lips. One he was not allowed to see.

Alpha Males weren't so hard to control. Granted, this one was nice and 'hard' at the moment but she had him purring like a lion already.

But..Alpha Males were other things as well, she was quickly to learn.

Another smack on her ass startled the woman and she allowed a small yelp of surprise.

"Faster!" Jack demanded, his tone husky, intense. "Fuck me..faster. I like to see your pussy swallow my cock."

Sam lifted her brows but thought, what the hell. She certainly had no problem with such a concept or his scenario.

"Ohh. You hurt me." She pouted prettily for the man.

"DO IT."

Ohh, that was 'Col' Jack O'Neill speaking. Now she knew how his men felt when he barked a command. Sam closed her eyes, sighing happily as she obeyed his orders post-haste.

Jack leaned a tad to watch those fantastic tits bob sensually with each contact with his balls, the tight pussy made as she fucked him hard and fast. Grunting her 'effort'.

"That's right." He encouraged. "Wet those balls with that pussy juice. Take it all..every last inch."

Carter ground her cunt lips against the warm flesh of his testicles, gasping her ecstasy, flushing slightly for the vulgarity of his words. They excited her all the more.

She relished the constant grunts, labored breaths and ground out moans escaping from Jack O'Neill's throat. His hands held her hips in death grip as if he feared she might take his 'toy' away at any given moment.

"Ummm..oh, that's nice. That feels good." The man murmured his contentment, his head back, his eyes shut for a moment but then..the brown orbs would open, greedily seeking out the visual of his stiffness repeatedly being taken into the steamy cavern. "Ohh, yeah, baby..that's the way to do me. Just like that."

Carter could 'do' him forever, had she her way. The friction of this dick, large and thick, brought her closer and closer to her apex.

"Those tits need some attention?" The man leaned, his palms making small circular motions on the stiff, more than sensitive peaks..rubbing them incessantly. Causing the woman to whimper helplessly. Jack liked that sound, his fingers twisting the puckered nipples gently, and at Sam's increased moans, he kneaded the plump orbs to help ease the pain/pleasure.

"Ohhhh..baby. I have to cum. Jesus. I have to." Jack could not wait another moment..but, he didn't know if she was at the same stage in the proceedings. He instinctively knew how to get her there, however. "That little clit..yes, right there...ummm...oh! You like it right there..don't you."

It took him only seconds. He smiled as Samantha Carter stiffened, "That's it..contract that little cunt.." He felt it quiver uncontrollably as she cried out her ecstasy. "Squeeze my dick.." The man allowed the tension coiled inside his body to..unwind. "S-Shit! F-Fuck..ohhhh, AHHHH...Ahhhh! It's...h-here, baby. Do you want it?"

"P-Pleassseee!" Carter whispered her agreement. She sooooo 'wanted it'.

O'Neill offered a strangled, choked growl, his fluid exploding from his tip in milky gobs of warm spurts. He emptied his balls..or where ever the damned build up had been. Moans and groans of passion grating from his dry, parched throat.


Outside SGC..East Side Of Mountain

The silence was thick. Emmy stood, her thoughts running a hundred miles a minute. She forgot all about the red-head. Other things weighing heavily on her mind suddenly.

"..It's good you did..the right thing, Frank." She knew his dad had not. And she knew how that fact had affected the man growing up. And to this day, probably. "That was..eh.." She lost her train of thought. The man had stepped closer, his hand filtering into the side of her hair.

Emily closed her eyes to the feel of his touch. Frank always knew how to touch her..where..to touch her. He just seemed to instinctively know. And, over the years, he had searched out and discovered all her weak spots.

His finger tips eased into the silk of her hair..massaging..causing tingles of tiny shivers to traverse her entire body. Her first instinct was to close her eyes to better feel..lean to his chest, allow him to continue the excruciatingly pleasurable pastime to his heart's content.

But, she knew Frank Cromwell. He wanted something from her. He knew how to get what he wanted. She also knew. She was not ready to make a decision as yet.

Emily pulled away from the man's influence. Putting space between them. "I..I eh..I think the thing to do is.." What? She had no idea, in reality. For she had smelled his scent. He had put on cologne. Fuck..that meant he meant business.

This was not going to be as easy as she had hoped.

"The..the ring thing was cool. It was!" And she meant it. "I..I am blown away. I am!" And..she had been. "I just think..at this time. You are under a lot of stress what with the Clone Guy and all these damned raids and the Goa'uld and all. If we could maybe, just wait a few weeks until you've had time to acclimate yourself to being 'home' again..."

"You didn't even look at it." Frank managed to sound hurt. It was part of his plan, after all.

"Well..I...I ...that was certainly wrong." The woman would give him that much. He had gone to all the trouble to steal it.. "Where...where did you get it, Frank?"

"It was donated." Frank held his smile.

Emily gave him a 'look'. "Do the people who donated it know they donated it?"

"They do now." He held the box out. "Here. Look at it. I picked it out myself."

Emily hesitated. But, at length, she took the box and opened it. She couldn't see anything but a vague shape though. Frank's pin light came on and a rather large diamond stone sparkled merrily in the tiny ray.

"Ohhhh." She gasped, her mouth falling agape. "Frank! It's ..beautiful! God!"

It was the most lovely ring she had ever seen...ever!

"You really like it?" That part was sincere.

"I do.." She lifted a heartfelt gaze. "It really is...soooo beautiful." She impulsively hugged the stocky shoulders. Which was her first mistake. She later was to realize.

His hands came to encircle her tiny waist, and even as she had pulled back slightly...he had stepped, his lower body contacting with hers. His hands, while unoffensive, held them pressed together.

"Eh..." She tried a smile, feeling her middle tighten with familiar sensation. He was not hard but..even when Frank was not hard..there was a definite..bulge associated with his lower regions. "I..I just love it. It's perfect! Really!"

"Yeah?" His tone of voice caressed her and she knew what he was doing. Exactly. It wasn't like he hadn't used the tactics before. "Then..put it on. Just to see how it fits. IF..it fits. I can always get another."

"NO." She forgot about his motives, holding the ring protectively to her breasts. "No..I don't want another."

"Then...try that one on."

Ok..point one for the ass wipe. She did want to at least try it on. In spite of herself. She looked at the box, seeing the occasional glint of platinum in the moon light. Frank had put his light away, apparently.

"Well...I...guess it won't hurt to ..try it on?" She grinned a little girl grin, seeking his approval. "Right?"

"Hell no..you can always take it off."

Emily didn't know if it would be that easy but...her hands shook as she took the ring from it's cushy surroundings. She was afraid she would drop it in the night and not be able to..

"Here, stupid..let me." The man took charge, taking the ring, and her hand, slipping it on her finger. "You're shaking like a leaf. What the hell is wrong with you?" He chuckled sensually.

What the hell was wrong with him? She didn't know what was 'wrong' with her. She had no clue. "..It's cold, that's all. I'm..cold." She lied to save face.

Frank removed his jacket and placed it about her small shoulders.

Cromwell was six feet tall. Emily was only 5'6". His jacket swallowed her petite frame but it held his warmth and scent and was heavy.

She looked at the ring on her finger holding it to the light of the moon. "Is..is this the right finger?" She had never done this before and her mind was not exactly sharp at the moment.

"Well, personally.." Frank found her loss of equilibrium endearing but he had to be Frank Cromwell. "I prefer this one." He held up his middle finger. "And, I think you've grown quite fond of it too, if you tell the truth."

She chuckled, shocking him. He had expected a smack upside the head for his trouble, after all.

"It's so pretty." Her eyes shone with inner happiness. "..Thank you, Frank." She tip-toed, her arms going about his strong neckline impulsively. Her lips turned into the fragrant flesh of his neck and kissed it in open affection.

The man caught the jacket as it slipped, his arms going about Emily's small frame protectively, tightening somewhat as he held her close against him.

He could feel all sorts of nice bulges and warm spots.

"I really do love it! I hate to take it off."

"Then don't." He moved just enough to look into her eyes. "What the hell is it going to hurt to wear it a while? It means what you want it to mean..nothing more."

"You're lying aren't you." She grinned up at the handsome face and he dimpled accordingly.

"You're getting pretty good at reading me." He cocked his head as if studying her more closely. "Gonna have to work on that, won't I."

"It..it could be a friendship ring. An expensive one, granted." Emmy asked hopefully, already attached to the damned thing, as he knew she would be once it was on her finger.

"Nope." He shook his head. "I chose my 'friends' more selectively."

"Asshole." She grumbled, looking longingly at her...the ring. She didn't really want to take it off..really. "I..I suppose I should give it back now." She reminded herself begrudgingly, kicking herself mentally for ever putting it on in the first place..but, then..the man had counted on her feminine...side coming through.

Frank signed lightly, calling her bluff. Reaching in his coat pocket, the one she had around her shoulders and produced the black box. My, he was being most helpful tonight.

"Yep..suppose so."

She scowled and looked at her hand again.

He waited patiently.

She was sooo hesitating. "Well..I mean. You went through all the trouble of stealing it and all. You could have been caught and punished really bad." She shifted an innocent glance to the man. "It seems ungrateful somehow to just.." She frowned hard at the waiting black box. "Put it back like that."

"If we're taking a poll...I think so too."

"I am grateful, Frank.." She lifted sincere eyes. "I really am."

"How 'grateful'? Want to blow me?"

"You spoil this and you are dead." She warned coldly.

He ..straightened and tried to look serious. "So..you're grateful. Have a funny way of showing it." He played his 'part' like a good little Marine.

"..I..I guess it would be shitty of me to refuse, right? I mean..really shitty." She clutched her fingers into a tight ball in case he decided it wouldn't be all that shitty, "After all the trouble you've gone through, it would be just..not right..right?"

She sought his advise.

"Right." He held his amusement and she could see it in the smart ass smirk he tried to conceal, albeit..not very hard. She chose to ignore it in this instance.

"Well..ok then." She breathed easier. "I guess..I'll just have to accept it then..but only because I don't want to be shitty or anything." She cut him a 'look'..

"Great." He shrugged the massive shoulders. "Whatever."

"You could be a little more helpful here!" She snapped a warning.

Frank's eyes danced mischievously for her predicament. "Thank you, Emily. For accepting the token of my undying love and affection for you. It fills my heart with much joy and uncompromising.."

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" she hit his shoulder hard. "You moron! Now, you've spoiled it!"

"Yeah, whatever. Now..let's play." His eyes deepened as had his tone. "Humm?"

She shook her head woefully. "What do you mean..'play'. This is supposed to be a romantic, precious moment I'll remember for the rest of my freaking life, you know and you say...that?!"

"Oh, you'll remember it alright." He offered a confident look of his own and a slight lift of his brows. "Get on that rock." He motioned to the one he meant. "Let me watch as you take your clothes off. I need to see you play with yourself. Haven't done that in a while..have I."

She looked at the rock. "It's cold out here. I'll freeze my ass off."

"I'll keep you warm." He soothed expertly.

"This isn't even half way romantic." She snapped her belief.

"You want romance or a good pussy licking?"


SGC: 23rd Floor. Evvie's Quarters.

"You have a fantastic body." A male voice caressed her ears. Calli tried desperately to open her eyes. To see the face attached to the voice. She vaguely remembered it from somewhere. She had heard it before. "Coletti would say...it's better than Disney World.." She felt gentle kisses planted on first one taunt nipple.. "These are...The Matterhorn..." Then the other.

Calli groaned weakly. Squirming slightly. Her small fists clenched into the covering of the bed upon which she reclined. No...wait this was not a ..

"And this...." Warm fingers curved to her center of being, a thick finger sliding into her opening to move in and out...in and out...heating the canal to a molten level of 'ache'. "Is..Magic Mountain." A sensual chuckle made her body vibrate to it's resonance. "I'm not Coletti..thank God, so I'll just say...you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes upon and you make me so fucking hard, I just want to fuck the hell out of you until you beg me to stop."

Calli manage open her eyes. She looked into the most startling pair of hazel eyes. And..the most handsome face stared back at her.

Calli knew this man. This man with his finger in her cunt. This man who, even now..was moving that finger most suggestively, as he watched the play of emotions across the lovely face.

"You like that sweetheart?" He asked in soft whisper. "I know..I do."

Calli gasped, moving rapidly, scrambling as far away from the contact..and the man...as she could possibly get.

The man's surprise showed on his face. "...What?" He moved toward her as if to offer comfort..and Calli held up a warning hand, her expression alone enough to stop his advancement.

"Did I hurt you, baby? Wasn't I doing it right? Hey...Just tell me. Anything you want..." He seemed most sincere. "Anything. I'll do it. All you have to do is..say the word."

"You..you just stay...right there." Calli warned, pulling herself up into a tight ball, her hands covering her breasts.

"Aww, sweetheart..don't do that..they're so lovely..." The man pleaded openly, seeing the Matterhorn concealed from his eyes now. Well, some of it. A lot leaked out of the small hands, thank goodness.

"Calli.." the man's tone allowed his total disappointment, his eyes sweeping her huddled form greedily..noting the curled up legs. "Don't hide that little pussy. You're driving me crazy, sweetheart. Don't be like that, please." He coxted. "Come on. I can do better. Give me a chance."

"You..you just.." Calli shook the long tresses negatively. "No! Don't! Stay!"

"Aww, baby." He raked his hand across his face in a gesture of desperation. "Fuck, angel. What did I do? What?? God! Don't be like this. I'm dying here!" He groaned his new-found misery. "Fuck!" He grimaced his pain, grasping his stiff cock, rubbing it gently.

"Stop that!" She flushed prettily. "You just...stop it! Right now!"

"YOU stop it, angel...please. Come over here. Let me touch you. Shit..I'm hurting..don't you give a shit?"

"I know you!" She did..she knew this man.

"Of course you know me, sweetheart. I assume you don't let every man get this far." He didn't think that at ALL about the woman..never had.

"You idiot..don't you wonder why we're in a telephone booth? They are doing something to us...this isn't real.." She averted her eyes...hastily, for he was still massaging his..thing. Albeit, unconsciously, perhaps.

"Telephone booth..princess..what the hell are you talking about? We're at my apartment."

"As IF I would go to your apartment " Calli just wanted this to stop...she wanted some clothes. "EVVIE..I don't like this..tell the General I don't like it..I want to go home now!"

"Calli.." The man moved tentatively. "Please, baby. Listen to me, ok? I guess I shouldn't have let you have those beers. This is my fault. Can we talk? Can we do that?"

The woman looked aimlessly about the stark white room with the two telephone booth thingys. There was nothing to cover herself with. "Just..don't look at me while you're talking..that's all."

The man..sighed lightly, averting his eyes. "Ok..ok, whatever you want..just..hear me out, right? Will you do that?"

Calli felt a little better now that he wasn't looking at her. "Hurry up then, I'm cold and I want this stupid thing to stop."

The man seemed confused but. "Ok..sure. I don't know exactly what is going on but..can I tell you what I think is going on?"

Calli thought that one through. "...well, whatever it is, you're wrong but..go ahead. Just don't look at me while you do it."

The man spread his hands helplessly. "Allllright." He was agreeable. "Whatever you want. I..I thought you were ok with this. I mean..you said you were..right?"

"I didn't say anything of the sort. It's the drugs, don't you get it?"

"Calli..I don't do drugs and neither did you..at least..tonight. We were in the mess hall and we started kinda..well, flirting..at least I was. And one thing lead to another and we..talked a while and then..we drove around and talked some more. And..." He looked at her..

"HEY."

He..turned back. "Sorry.." He had forgotten. "Calli..it was real nice..you let me kiss you and ..things got a little..hot and heavy and I asked if you wanted to come back here...you drank a few beers...two..just two. I wouldn't let you get drunk. I swear. And then...well.." He started to look but caught himself this time. "Honey, it's hard to talk to you and not look at you."

"Well, just force yourself."

"...I think you have a beautiful body."

Calli glanced about herself. "This is just weird..Evvie you promised you wouldn't tell him..you big liar!"

"Baby..I don't know what you're talking about. If I've done something to piss you off..I am sooo sorry. Can I make it up to you? I'll do anything, Calli...anything! I...I really like you."

"No you don't" she disgusted... "You like that woman with the long legs..Anderson something."

"...Anders? She's ok..sure." He dismissed. "There's nothing serious going on there, honey. We went out a few times. That's all. I ..I like you. I swear. I've always thought you were cool. I just thought you liked the Major."

Calli felt another shot of..something and she got all...sleepy again. "F-fuck." She lay back, light-headed. The man was instantly beside her.

"You ok, sweetheart? Here..lie down. Please. Should I call Frasier?"

Calli fought the white haze..she fought it for all she was worth. She would get Evvie for this if it were the last thing she did.