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by Lexi Hots


  “This is so, so, so amazing!” I cried out, thrusting harder and faster. “Those panties are so fucking gorgeous! Your butt is so perfect, Rachel. I can’t believe I’m actually fucking you!”

  “Oh, good boy!” She groaned, now ramming her own ass back forcefully to meet each of my pumps. Her cheeks jiggled with each contact we made. I loved the sight of that. A real, mature woman was bouncing on my cock… Wow! “Now don’t stop fucking me until you cum! I want it dripping out of my pussy! Fill your stepmommy up! And tell her how much you love it…”

  “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned myself, “I fucking love it! I love your pussy and your hot, sexy body! I’m going to cum right in this cunt!”

  “Yes, Johnny! Yes!” She was crying out. “Dream about these panties wrapped around your cock… think about fucking the pussy that wears them!”

  And that line, ladies and gentleman, had done the trick!

  I pumped several more times, already knowing that I had passed the point of no return. My orgasmic eruption was imminent…

  “God Rachel, I’m gonna cum!”

  “Yes! Good boy, fill me up!”

  I lost all control – staring at this beautiful ass on my cock and those colorful panties… I felt the surge of semen exploding from my dick, like a, like, like an unmanned fire hose shooting endless liquid into the air… Only my liquid was shooting straight into my stepmother’s vagina.

  “Ahh!” I moaned several times, my legs beginning to shake and convulse with satisfaction as the cream rocketed out, coating her sugarwalls and who knows what else!

  She reached back, holding my body close, so as to ensure every drop found its way inside of her.

  The feeling was actually too intense for me to continue standing! I was forced to plop down in the nearby chair – but Rachel’s rump followed right after me, still sitting on my cock, pumping up and down to extract the last bits of love juice from my throbbing dick.

  “You dirty boy,” Rachel whispered, moaning as her back arched.

  From this point, as she continued bouncing on my dick, I could see a white gooey substance begin to drip from her pussy and run down the length of my cock.

  “Tell me…” she said. And I knew just what she meant.

  “That was… amazing,” I sighed, still spasming each time she sat upon my shaft. The head was ultra-sensitive at this point, but I didn’t care. It remained rock hard and loving what she was giving. “That felt like the biggest load I’ve ever shot…”

  “And all right inside your stepmommy… all hers,” Rachel smiled.

  I nodded in agreement, watching those panties and that ass finally lift from my cock. The material slid back in place, covering both cheeks in the most pleasurable fashion I had seen. Rachel picked up her shorts and slipped them back on, before spinning around to face me, where she took sight of my goo covered cock.

  “Oh, you poor thing,” She said. “Let me clean that up for you…”

  And here she bent over, taking my shaft fully into her mouth, sucking so forcefully I thought she might tear it from my body! But when she released and lifted her head, my dick was spotless, as if nothing had happened (aside from the most incredible orgasm of my life and the pleasure still tingling in ever inch of my body!).

  “Uh oh,” Rachel commented, turning an ear toward the door. “I think I hear daddy coming home. You’d best put that thing away… for now.”

  Story 74

  Eva weaved between the stalls and enclosed pods of the market zone. Even in the time she had been here, the area had degraded over the years. More comfort girls, more drugs, more gambling, and more stuff she barely understood. All of it was legal and that kept people from all over coming there for their sins. She was only eighteen, so she didn’t recall a time when it was good. Old people barely remembered anymore.

  Her plan was risky, but she was done with this world and its endless cities. She was never going to get off the surface through honest work. It never paid enough to feed her and house her with anything left over. Any extra just made up for shortfalls that always came around. There were too many girls working for the attention of the guys. Eva didn’t do nearly as much as some of them, so she was never going to get most of the business. She had a way of picking out the guys that just wanted to talk. It was a slower, but safer living.

  “Not living,” Eva said to herself. “Just surviving. I want to do more than just survive.”

  She stepped out into the street to avoid men in body armor and helmets patrolling the pleasure market for trouble. As far as Eva could tell, the trouble just waited until the patrol was gone and then did what they wanted to whoever they wanted any way they wanted. She was petite and looked younger than eighteen even with her hair grown our long and dark, so she had to be extra alert and careful.

  Eva looked up between the taller buildings. Most of the sky was filled with the curve of Neptune dominating the view this time of year on this side of the moon of Triton. The cities circled the moon in endless bands if she wanted to walk all the way around finding trouble on every square inch.

  With Neptune in the background, Eva saw the tower of the launch station. It was busy. Cruisers and cargo ships connected to every spoke. She would have a lot to choose from, but she would have to choose carefully, if this was going to work.

  The street rumbled under her and she saw one of the famous Tritonian geysers of nitrogen spray into the thin atmosphere between cities in the distance.

  She stepped back off the street to avoid being clipped by a hover craft that was not slowing for some waif girl in its path. The craft towed three trailers of merchandise on wheels behind it.

  Eva rushed between tourists and workers to the next corner and turned down the next street toward the tower.

  ***

  A few taxis bobbing on their magnet fields in idle waiting on passengers. The drivers leaned against the sides and didn’t even look at her much less offer her a ride. She could afford one maybe two trips with what she had in credits, but she had no intention of starving to death for a single ride in case this plan did not pan out. They knew she wasn’t a likely customer and weren’t going to pay her notice.

  Other men farther down the street held onto wheeled rickshaws. She could afford those rides a little better, but she could walk faster than they could pull her dodging around all the foot traffic. Those drivers leered at her, but still did not address her to either offer her a ride nor to solicit her services. They did not much look like the types that just wanted to talk anyway.

  Eva made it to the launch tower and began climbing the spiral of stairs that wrapped around the outside for the kilometers of distance to the top. She was not going to pay for the elevator ride either. She passed the hatches for electrical and hydraulics access. The doors were blast proof and coded. She could not imagine a militant climbing up this far looking for trouble when the moon-wide cities had plenty available with no climbing required.

  She swallowed and sucked in air as the artificial atmosphere thinned higher up the spiral. The colors took on the sepia tones that reminded Eva of photographs from the era before people ever left Earth – before her family was ever stranded far from the warmth of the sun. She gripped the railing and pulled herself up farther step by step only to find the aching weakness spreading up her arms and through her body.

  Still, she climbed.

  She spiraled up past the side of the sky owned by Neptune and the twisting storms that crawled over its surface. As she moved toward the darker side of the tower again, Eva saw the dull, white smear of the sun rise from behind Neptune’s edge. The light looked cold and lost, but she knew it held heat for those that found a way to get closer. Even though she knew the sun and the inner planets were her goal, she had to leave the sun behind for a while to make it up the spiral to attempt her desperate plan.

  Her muscles burned for oxygen as much as her soul yearned for the green of Earth. She felt lactic acid eat at the inside of her body giving cheap, but hard-earned energy. Despite h
eaving for air and not getting as much as she needed, Eva spoke out loud. “They say there is water everywhere and it falls from the sky. You can catch it in your mouth. It is where we were meant to be.”

  She wanted it and she was going to take it.

  When Eva finally reached the top of the platform, the rejuvenated atmosphere blasted her in the face from the service vents. The sudden addition of nitrogen rich air laced with a percentage of oxygen filled her with energy, but made her feel even more dizzy. She dropped to her knees and nearly fell under the railing to plummet back to the city below her.

  As the color returned to the world and the ringing was replaced by the rumbling roar of thruster engines set to maintain contact with the loading spokes of the tower, workers and bots crossed the platform loading and unloading cargo. The entire structure shook under her hard enough to make the world blur as a fuel line disconnected from one of the ships inside the spoke.

  “That means about to depart,” Eva said.

  She stood and slipped through personnel passing in both directions. Now the only trick was trying to find a ship heading toward the sun instead of deeper into space. If she snuck onboard a mining ship plunging out into the Ort cloud, she might not see the sun again for years. If she climbed onto one of the automated vessels, she would find out there was no life support the hard way. Her mummified body would not return for generations.

  She huffed. “Anything is better than here.”

  Eva paused at a cruiser. One of the men held a data board as he scanned crates. She peeked over his shoulder and saw that it was bound for Mars. That was close, but she would have to avoid getting caught during the voyage, sneak off, and find her way on another ship. This cruiser was smaller too, so she would likely get caught. Even if she didn’t, moving around to steal food would be tricky.

  The man looked up from the board and whipped his head around at Eva. She stepped away and walked around the crates bound for Mars. The worker watched her for every step. She saw him staring at her out of the corner of her eye, but kept walking without looking back.

  “Good work, Eva.” She whispered to herself. “You got caught before you even snuck onto the ship.”

  She made her way around the outer curve of the platform. The next three vessels were boxy, mining ships that would be pushing the outer edge of the solar system looking for isotopes in the ice and rock beyond the planets. She shivered as she thought about the slow, cold death that would await her, if she stowed away on those.

  The platform buffeted from the solar winds passing against the field around the city. The trouble in the streets below probably wouldn’t notice, but up on this spire kilometers above the surface, Eva felt the whole structure quake and rock. Stabilizer jets kicked in on the tower underneath them and countered the effect before they were all shaken off. Eva suspected the jets were more about protecting the ships from damage than losing the people.

  They didn’t even really know she was there to give her any attention yet, but she had to move fast.

  ***

  The next cruiser was massive. One misfire of its thrusters and its mass could rip the whole platform off like the petal off a flower. She had only seen flowers in pictures and videos, but she heard that Earth was covered in them with fields of color as far as the eye could see.

  The side of the big cruiser read The Greater Destiny in letters faded from red to pinkish from years of dust through the solar system. The crates being loaded up the ramps were stamped with EARTH in bright red. This was literally her sign, she thought.

  Eva licked her lips and took three deep breaths. At first she did not think her feet were going to move at all, but she finally stepped away from her spot and slipped between the stacks of towering crates.

  She weaved her way closer to the open hatch where workers remote guided hover pallets loaded almost too high to fit through the gap.

  A worker stepped out into her path looking down at a data board clutched in both his hands. As his eyes came up, Eva dodged between the rows and slinked up through another space.

  She showed her teeth and said, “This is never going to work.”

  She could see empty pallets hovering down the ramp on the left with the full pallets floating up into the ship’s cargo bay on the right with barely any room to spare. Eva knew one side was called port and one side was called starboard, but she didn’t know which was which.

  This was left over from sailors on Earth that floated boats on seas of liquid water. Close enough to the sun for liquid water? She couldn’t imagine it. She used to walk out to the edge of the Triton city bands to look at the oceans of nitrogen pulsing and rolling under a volatile crust. Eva imagined the seas of water would be more beautiful. People swam in them naked with droplets gleaming on their flesh in the warmth of a sun too bright to look directly toward.

  Eva wanted to feel warmth on her naked skin dosed with the water of ocean waves. Her hands traced over her jumper that hugged her narrow hips and the modest, but plump curve of her ass. Eva slid her hands back up her tight stomach and cupped her breasts. Other girls that did more than talk had much larger breasts. Hers were smaller, but they filled her hands as she teased her nipples with her slender fingers.

  A voice barked out something around the corner from her, but she couldn’t make out the words in the cold fear that rushed through her body. Eva threw her back into the crates. It was louder than she would have liked. In the silence, she imagined the workers searching for the sound. The voice resumed calling out numbers farther down the row away from her.

  Eva took a deep breath, heaving her small chest. She decided it was now or never. She ran up through the rows as she saw another hover pallet rise. She ran to the right and walked beside it as it traveled up the ramp. There was not much room between her and a drop off to the city kilometers below her. She moved her feet one in front of the other like balancing on a beam. The pallet hesitated and changed tone in its hum for a moment. She expected it to shift and bump her off into the air to plummet to her death. The pallet held steady and she followed along side it into the cargo bay.

  The pallet dropped and slid out from under the crates. They scooted closer to the wall and for one terrified moment she thought they were going to slide flush crushing her into paste. She tried to run sideways, but the crates pressed her back and it was too late. They stopped short of smashing her, but if she wasn’t so tiny framed, she might have been a goner.

  Eva struggled sideways until she reached the edge of the stack of crates and could look out across the massive cargo bay. The materials extended all the way across the belly of the vessel. Crewmembers walked along catwalks nearer the ceiling and the upper decks.

  The tiny space between the crates and the wall might guard her from discovery, but if the cargo shifted during launch, she could be squashed. If she moved to find another spot, she could be found from any direction.

  She had to try.

  ***

  Eva darted out from the cover of the crates and put her back to the next stack. She was exposed now. Crewmembers crossed on the catwalk above her. If they looked down, they would see her.

  Eva moved anyway and passed three stacks before ducking between for cover again. She heard voices passing by, but didn’t see them. They must have been at least one row over.

  She backed to the wall and prepared to spring off once the voices were past, but then she realized her feet weren’t touching the floor anymore. Her perspective shifted and she thought the ship was sideways. Eva expected all the cargo to come crashing down on top of her and the crew to flip off the sideways catwalks. The crates stayed on the floor and crew walked like nothing had changed.

  She stood up on the wall and looked up at the stacks above her head. Eva stepped back onto the floor and the ship shifted back to normal. She smiled and jumped onto the wall crawling through the bay behind the cover of the stacks.

  “Everything has artificial gravity here. I could get used to this place.”

  ***
/>   Eva managed to avoid detection for three days of the voyage ducking between storage areas to hide and sleep. Once she had to run up onto the ceiling and duck down a corridor behind a lighting unit as crewmen passed by walking along one of the walls. Getting used to the rules where anything could be a floor was taking time.

  Her spots for left over food turned out to be empty, so she had to explore deeper into the ship on day four of the voyage. She heard voices approaching and ducked down two passages before she realized that she did not know where she was.

  The corridor was more narrow and dark. She walked along the floor toward a light that appeared to be coming from an open office.

  Footsteps approached behind her and she heard a conversation around the corner. Eva took the chance and entered the office across the hall. The door closed behind her automatically making her believe it might have been left open by accident.

 

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