Hentai

Hentai - Part 1

“What the hell are you watching?”

Daniel started. He'd been staring at his computer screen so long his eyelids dried out and he had to blink a few times before he could refocus on his visitor. “Oh, hi, Jack.”

“What is that?” His CO moved closer to Daniel's desk, craning his neck and cocking his head, as if he needed something other than the natural functions of his eyes to see what was on the screen.

Daniel cleared his throat. He flushed a deep pink, raising a hand to his face. He pushed his glasses up and scrubbed his fingers over his eye sockets, buying himself some time to think, as well as relieving some of the discomfort from long hours in front of the computer monitor. “Uh... it's called hentai,” he offered. It's Japanese.”

“Are they fucking?” Jack looked at the little animated figures on the screen.

If it were possible, Daniel blushed an even deeper red. “Um... yeah.”

Jack pulled a chair over and sat next to Daniel, his eyes glued to the monitor. “Holy... buckets!” Daniel turned back to the screen to watch as two anatomically exaggerated characters engaged in sexual acts not physically possible between two real humans. The two men sat there, staring, until the short movie ended. Jack sat back and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “How long have you been watching that?” he asked.

Daniel looked at his watch. “About an hour and a half,” he said, a rueful smile quirking his lips.

“Is there more?” Jack wanted to know.

“Yeah,” Daniel said quietly, “lots more.”

“Did you notice that the woman looks a lot like Carter?” Jack asked.

Daniel swivelled in his chair to look at his CO. “Uh huh,” he responded.

“And the way her tits bounce when they're fucking... unbelievable!”

“Uh huh,” Daniel said again.

“Holy b-b-buckets!” Jack muttered for a second time, his eyes back on the screen, despite Daniel's screen saver kicking in.

“Yeah,” Daniel responded. Idly he glanced at Jack's crotch. Well, it was obvious that his CO wouldn't be standing up and walking away just yet.

“Is that a website?” Jack inquired.

“DVD,” Daniel replied.

“Mind if I borrow it?”

Daniel leaned over and pressed the release button for the DVD drive on his computer. The little tray slicked out with a short mechanical buzz, presenting the silvered disk. His fingers carefully placed on the edges of the DVD, Daniel lifted it and put it in a plastic case. Snapping it closed he handed it to Jack. “All yours,” he said generously.

“Sweet,” Jack said. With some stiffness, he stood, tugging the cotton of his BDU pants down to loosen the constriction currently torturing his groin. “I'll get it back to you,” he said, using the case to gesture a wave.

“No hurry, Jack,” Daniel responded. “I've got others.” Jack fixed him with a look.

“I'm sure you do,” he said, smirking. Daniel just looked at him, and then at the DVD in his hand. He shook his head and smiled at Jack, trying not to roll his eyes.

Pivoting on the ball of his foot, Jack swung out of Daniel's office, disk in hand. Watching the older man's retreating back, Daniel wondered if Jack realized that while the woman in the hentai cartoon looked a lot like Sam, long legs, short, blond hair and generous breasts, the man in the pornographic animation looked a whole lot like Jack, silver hair and all.

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For about the fifth time, Jack cued up the disk to watch the little characters rut and fondle, jiggle and come. He couldn't get over how hot it was. He hadn't bothered to turn on his computer speakers, so he didn't know... or care, for that matter... if the cartoon had a plot. He was transfixed by the action.

The older man, some kind of soldier, grabs the blond from behind and proceeds to strip and fuck her every which way from Sunday. And while she fights him off at first, he eventually overpowers her and she begins to enjoy it, finally participating willingly, fingering herself, even giving the old guy a blow job... and because it was animation, no one got tired, the guy could come and come and come and the girl loved every minute of it, having orgasm after juicy orgasm. Her body was unnaturally gorgeous, with high, firm tits that bounced symmetrically and a curvy ass that was so peachy and perfect, he envied the old guy as he rammed his cock into it during the ass fucking scene. And the old guy's dick was enormous! Not to mention his stamina!

Jack was so hard by the time the hentai feature finished for the fifth time, he wondered if he'd be able to stand at all... ever. This was a bad idea watching this thing here on base, even if it was 0200 and no one was around. Fortunately he'd disabled the security camera in his office months ago. With this in mind Jack almost jumped out of his skin when someone knocked on his door.

“What!” he said annoyed, his thumb depressing the off button of his monitor to make it black.

The office door opened. Of course it was Samantha Carter. “Sir?” Jack's jaw dropped open, until he recovered and shut it with a snap. “Daniel sent me down to look at a disk he gave you. He said it was something I should see.” Jack looked at her disbelieving.

“What?”

“Daniel...” she gestured behind her, as if he were standing right there. “He told me he lent you a DVD that I should see.”

“Now?” Jack was murdering Daniel in his mind, sticking knives in him, shoving C4 up his ass and blowing him to shreds, slicing off body parts one by one. But he was also acutely aware that he had a hard-on tenting his BDUs, big as a mothership down there, and he could do nothing to calm it down with Sam standing there.

“He said right away,” she responded.

Jack put his hand over his eyes, fingertips to his brow. “Fine,” he said sharply, removing the disk and slapping it into the case. Sam waited by the door, hand outstretched for him to stand and give it to her, but he just held it out, unwilling to move from his protected spot behind the desk. She sighed and moved toward him, until her hand closed over the case.

“Thanks, sir,” she said, putting a little bit of snarky sarcasm into her voice.

“No problem,” he said, just as snarky. “I was finished with the DVD anyway.”

Sam was half-way out his office door and into the corridor when she stopped short, and stuck her face back in. “Did you say this is a DVD?”

Jack, who was studiously pretending to be looking over some papers, and thoroughly disinterested in her re-appearance or disappearance, looked at her with practiced nonchalance. “Yup,” he said succinctly. To his surprise and consternation, Sam came back into his office.

“I don't have a DVD drive on my computer,” she said, looking at the case in her hand.

“What?” Jack started to stand up in frustration, but remembered just in time that he was still sporting major wood. “You mean to tell me that with all the gizmos and doohickeys, you don't have a DVD player?”

“No, I don't,” she said, just a little sheepishly. “Can I watch it on yours?” she asked walking more fully into the room.

He watched her with such a look of horror, that she stopped short, as if a force field was suddenly thrown up in front of her. “I don't believe this,” he said. I'm going to kill Daniel... slowly and painfully, he thought.

“...or I could play it on Daniel's computer, if you're busy, sir,” she said, thinking out loud. “I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting me watch it down there.”

“Uh...” Visions of Daniel and Sam sitting side by side watching cartoon porn flashed through Jack's mind. He could almost see Daniel reach for Sam, sticking his dick in her... No. I can't believe I'm contemplating this, but maybe she could stay here and watch it, he thought. Then, unbidden, he got a picture of Sam sitting on the other side of his desk, the images flashing by, getting hotter and hornier by the second... or maybe, when she saw what it was, she'd snap it off and leave in a huff to go kill Daniel herself. So it's a win-win situation!

“Carter, I... you can watch it here,” he said, a gleam in his eye. He gestured toward one of the visitors' chairs on the other side of his desk, his eyes following her until she was seated. Then, deliberately, he turned his monitor back on and then around to face her. He put out his hand for the disk and took it from her, placing it in the DVD drive. He handed his optical mouse across the desktop and made a welcoming gesture, reaching into his desk drawer for ear-buds for her. He plugged them into the headphone jack on the front of his computer. “Here, Carter,” he said, offering them to her. She took them and installed them in her ears, settling in her chair. Sam started the DVD. The animation began, and Jack picked up a sheet of paper from his desk, eyes dropping down to it, as if he were returning to work.

Having seen the thing five times already Jack knew that she didn't have to wait long before the little figures started fucking, hand wrapped around dick, fingers inserted in pussy. Trying not to watch her, pretending to read his paper work, Jack leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk. It was quiet in the office, just the sound of Jack's papers rustling. On cue, he heard a sharp, soft gasp emerge from Samantha Carter's perfect lips. Using his peripheral vision Jack noticed her flick her eyes toward him, then back at the screen. After another few minutes of silence, he heard her squeak. He didn't have long to wait before she started shifting around in her seat. He could almost smell her arousal.

Leaning forward, Sam clicked one of the buttons on the mouse. Okay, he thought, here she goes. He steeled himself for her outburst of indignation. “You watched this, sir?” she asked, pulling the buds from her ears.

That surprised him. “Uh... yeah,” he said, smirking at her. She looked at him for a moment, her face slack. Then she shrugged, reached for the mouse and clicked the DVD back to life. That was the last thing he expected her to do. This was starting to get interesting.

Sam couldn't look away from the screen. She watched with unadorned lust, her nipples tightening, her pussy wet, her clit hard. It hadn't escaped her notice that the solder in the cartoon looked just like Jack, and she wondered if he could possibly be as large as this guy. She shook off images of her CO, trousers around his ankles, huge cock dripping with come, which kept popping into her by now addled brain.

Because she had re-installed the ear-buds, she didn't realize she was making little sounds as she watched, sighs, moans and whimpers which telegraphed her arousal... that and the wriggling around in her seat. He had been watching her surreptitiously at first, but now he was openly ogling her. Even in the slightly dark, nighttime lighting of his office, the garish colors of Japanimation flashing across her face, he could tell she was flushed. Her breathing was short, shallow and loud in the quiet room, and it was abundantly clear that she enjoyed what she was seeing. Slowly and quietly, as not to spook her, he stood and began to move around the desk to her side. She was too engrossed with what was happening on the screen to notice. He lurked behind her for a few more moments, the characters on the screen gushing and licking and spurting.

During a particularly salacious scene, the man going down on the woman, all in gloriously detailed anime, Jack reached for her shoulder. As his hand connected, she jumped. He almost withdrew, but then her hand closed over his, and he realized something was changing between them, radically and rapidly.