I see her through my dismay, a trickster, smiling around me as I gush down her throat. My sounds startle even me. For this eternal minute, I am utterly helpless before her. She tames, consumes the monster in me, for the moment. And for the moment, I don’t care. As I empty into her, all armor, all tension gone, I’m glad for it, lost to it.
I close my eyes, twitching in her mouth, wallowing and empty for a few ragged breaths. Then I open them and look down. She’s had her fun with me. My spine flexes and awakens inside me. I want the same and more back. She knows this. The gleam in her eye reflects mine. This was her plan, I know now, all along. I take her head in my hands and pull her, sucking obscenely, off me. Cunning, fiendish, she smiles triumphantly as I shudder and pull her up to crush my lips against hers, tasting myself. I’ll show her the full measure of her success. Right now.
INTERCEPT
Burton Lawrence
Cassie woke up abruptly from the deep, deep sleep of her interplanetary journey. The stims kicked in and she called out in a groggy voice.
“Navigator—status!”
“Greetings, Cassie,” said a slightly feminine voice from the computer. “I have awoken you due to a proximity alarm indicating an intersecting trajectory in one day’s time.”
“Thank you. Let’s ping the other guy and find out if they’re legit.”
“They are already hailing us.”
A male voice came from the com.
“Attention freighter. Please identify. I am Jax Linton of the freighter Benshi bound for the V7 Terraforming Project. My employer is Interplanetary Freight. Please identify in order to avoid any unnecessary course corrections or defensive maneuvers.”
Cassie breathed a sigh of relief.
“Greetings, Benshi. This is Cassiopeia Bhati of the freighter New Denver, also contracted by I.F.”
“Good to hear,” he replied. “With us working for the same company, doesn’t make sense for us to hijack each other.”
“Agreed,” said Cassie. “I suppose we can go back to sleep now.”
“True,” said the male pilot’s voice hesitantly. “Or…”
“Or what, spacer?”
“Or, could I be so bold as to ask whether or not you are hetero?”
“I certainly lean toward men, for the most part,” said Cassie, smiling. “However, if you are proposing a rendezvous, I’d like to point out our ships are barreling pretty fast toward different systems. I don’t think it’d be too wise to make that much of a change in momentum. Getting this barge going again would pretty much burn all of my profits right then and there.”
“Sure, sure,” said Jax. “Switching the direction of these heavy scows wouldn’t make sense. My shuttle though, it’s pretty sprightly.”
“I see,” said Cassie, her juices beginning to flow. “How would you propose we go about this meeting of the minds?”
“Space girl, if we are able to meet up, the last thing I’ll be interested in is your mind, with all due respect. Here’s the plan—we’re on intersecting paths. We take our shuttles and meet up before the crossover point. Spend a little time together, then push off again and catch up with our ships. This time tomorrow, we’re drifting back into deep sleep with something new and wonderful to dream about.”
“Spacer,” said Cassie in a husky voice. “I’m already prepping my shuttle.”
The plan turned out to be a little less simple than Jax had outlined. First, Cassie’s docking clamps stuck and then Jax had fueling problems. Cassie checked the timing and hailed Jax, voicing her concern.
“Hey, spacer. You know that when you meet up with me we’re not gonna have much…”
“We’ll have seventeen minutes,” Jax said, trying his best to sound cheerful.
“Seventeen on our shared course; that’s not counting docking, safety checks, all that.”
“Cassie, I’ll be first to scrap this crazy little trip if I think it’s going wonky. Fact is, I’m going crazy. If I can just touch your hand or even smell your hair just for a microsecond it’ll be worth the effort. Throw in a kiss or anything beyond that, I’m already in the bonus round.”
Cassie caught her breath, then urged Jax to pour on the speed.
She waited patiently on the other side of the hatch, her breasts floating high and perfect, one of the lovely benefits of zero G for women over thirty. The air whooshed in as the pressure equalized, and she smiled upon seeing Jax’s face for the first time. He was actually not as rugged as she’d pictured in her mind. His features were soft in a way…no, not soft, gentle.
He pulled himself along the rungs and then floated into her embrace.
“My, my, we certainly won’t have to wait for that, will we now?” she said, glancing down toward the hard protrusion against her leg.
“We haven’t had to wait for that ever since the first time I heard your voice, Cassie.”
“Is that so? Can I ask, did you do anything about it?
“Not a chance. I’ve saved it all up for you.”
“Good,” she said, kissing his neck urgently.
Jax checked his chronometer.
“Not to sound like a typical man, but we should probably…”
“Put yourself inside of me now, Jax.”
He might have had a gentle look about him, but that was about the only thing that was gentle once the lovemaking began. He found his way in with no delay and instantly set a thunderous pace
“You’re amazing,” he gasped, between thrusts. “So beautiful.” Slam. “So soft.” Slam. “And every”—slam— “part of me”—slam—“touching you”—slam—“feels like”—slam—“perfection.”
It was clear they were both longtime spacers. Though sex in zero G can be a beautiful thing, it actually isn’t intuitive or easy without practice. Jax knew how to grasp his hands around her waist to move her up and down. He also anchored his feet on a rung to give himself leverage. Cassie had her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers wound tightly in his hair for leverage of her own.
Jax had stamina, especially for a guy who had waited for so long. He kept up a furious and relentless pace. Sooner than expected, Cassie felt the signs stirring in her womb and spreading outward.
“Oh, gods, Jax. Oh, gods!”
She repeated his name again and again as the climax rolled through her.
“Cassie!” he shouted out, almost in surprise.
It was perfection. The waves of pleasure kept coming and grew even more intense as he cried his own moans into her ear. Even as her tremors subsided, his hot blast pushed her into one more eye-rolling orgasm.
It would have been nice to say they floated there for what felt like hours, but the truth was the alarms on their chronometers went off within seconds after Jax’s climax was complete.
“Fuck!” they both said at the same time, but there was no arguing with physics. With a quick but passionate good-bye kiss, Jax pushed himself back toward his shuttle. Cassie’s final view was of a naked spacer as their airlocks slid shut.
Cassie lay naked and gasping in her sleep unit, her fingers having just brought her to the last climax of radio sex before Jax was too far out of range.
“You’re still dripping out of me,” she purred. “I used you for lubrication.”
“I like that,” said Jax from the com speakers. “Cassie, what’s your next freight?”
“I don’t know, spacer. I guess I’ll figure that out when I get there.”
“I was looking into things,” said Jax.
“Were you now?”
“I was, and the planets where we’re headed both have goods they need on St. Lucia Three.”
“Is that a fact?”
“It is.”
“Well, then,” she replied as the sleep meds started kicking in. “I suppose I might just try and arrange a payload for that very planet.”
“I’ll wait for you there.”
“You’d better, spacer.”
Her hand drifted down, her fingers dipping in to feel his moist reminder
one final time.
The lovely dreams of deep sleep beckoned.
NOT A BANG, BUT A WHIMPER
Jacqueline Applebee
It started with a kiss. I met Sven at a party where we kissed and kissed some more. We talked dirty, relaying how good it felt to smooch whenever we came up for air. We swapped little touches; he would draw a nail over my throat, I would bite his fingers. Sex just never seemed to happen, but I didn’t mind. We developed a satisfying relationship over time. There was no pressure to take things further.
“I’d like to hold you, Vicky,” Sven whispered. I instinctively moved into his arms. He stopped me by taking a step backward, palms raised. “I’d like to hold you while you kiss another man.”
I didn’t understand why Sven would want such a thing, but it sounded interesting. I smiled, bent to kiss one of his still outstretched hands.
“I’m sure I can sort something out.”
The Pembury pub was the best place to find easygoing men in London, full as it was with goths, geeks and gamers. It was the owner’s birthday. Music played out of a battered pair of speakers. I drank real ale, slow danced with two different men, kissed one of them, but they seemed wary of Sven as he held me from behind. Sven went to the loo partway through the evening. I found myself facing an old friend named Adrian. We both moved together without preamble. When Sven came back, slotting behind me, Adrian looked at him strangely, but said nothing.
“I’d like to lie under you,” Sven whispered in my ear. “I’d like to be there when another man makes love to you.”
I twisted to face him. “What makes you think I’d let you watch?”
Adrian tapped me on the shoulder. “Actually that sounds really fun. I’m up for it if you are.” He grinned. “As long as you don’t mind me blogging about it after.”
“What?” I knew Adrian was a nerd, but this was pushing the envelope.
“Don’t worry. I’ll change your names.”
“How old are you, kid?” Sven looked down at the shorter man. “You get sex on a plate, and all you want to do is surf the web.”
Adrian laughed. “I’m old enough, grandpa.”
I looked between the two men, exasperated. “No blogging, no tweets and no more arguments.”
Adrian shrugged, looking a little disappointed. “Okay, have it your way then.”
We took a cab to my place. Sven grinned the whole way. He touched me all over, petting me like he couldn’t get enough. It was as if I were about to disappear, so he had to commit me to memory with every sweep of his hands. His touch felt greedy, possessive, and when I moved a few inches away, he pulled me back with a murmur.
“You belong right here, Vicky.”
Once inside, I kissed Sven, pushed him up against a wall. Arms instantly went around my waist. I reached out behind my back until I touched Adrian’s flat stomach.
“Is he gonna hold you the whole time?” Adrian asked. “Is he getting off on it?” He leant over, addressed Sven with curiosity. “Are you secretly gay, grandpa?”
I slapped Adrian’s leg. “No more talking, okay?” I pressed my bottom against his crotch. “You’re getting all of this for one night.” I grabbed his hand, used it to squeeze my ass. “Think you can handle it?”
Adrian lifted my skirt. I felt cool hands pull down my knickers.
Sven rested his head on my shoulder. He watched Adrian as he touched me. “Oh, for goodness sake.” Sven reached around and took Adrian’s hand in his. “This is how you stroke her cunt.” I felt two sets of hands on my skin. Adrian stiffened against me for a moment, but then that moment passed. The men moved in unison. “Isn’t that better?” Sven asked with a smug tone in his voice.
“Gosh, thanks, grandpa.”
“You can thank me later when you make Vicky come.”
Confident fingers probed and massaged me. I moaned with pleasure. Everything felt so good, so intense. Sven continued to direct Adrian, the two of them squashing me somewhat as they moved. The lack of space just made things even more delicious.
“Okay,” Adrian said breathlessly. “I think I can take it from here.” He stepped away a fraction, only to move closer once more. This time I felt his thick cock as Adrian positioned it between my cunt lips. I angled back, enticed him inside where I was wet, hungry and horny. Sven’s hands ran all over my body, up and down my sides, my breasts and through my tangled hair. Hands meshed together. I didn’t know what belonged to whom. I didn’t care. I twisted my head to kiss Adrian a little, though I could only get to the corner of his mouth. Sven directed my face back to his. We kissed. His tongue pushed and flicked in the same way that Adrian’s cock moved deep inside my cunt. I felt hard, flat bodies from in front and behind. Sharp and sweet sensations took me above and below. The men played with my body. I let them do whatever they pleased. The sensations built up. I let my orgasm roll through me, shaking me head to foot. I looked into Sven’s eyes, knew he was feeling some of what I felt, too. Adrian came loudly, and then he sagged against me. He stretched out an arm, braced himself against the wall as he panted breathlessly against my back.
Sven reached out, ran a hand through Adrian’s hair. “Not bad, but you should have finger-fucked her for longer before you went all in.”
Adrian detached himself from inside me in a sudden movement. “Hey, I didn’t hear Vicky complaining, grandpa. I was dynamite!”
“You were okay,” Sven said, moving from in front of me to face Adrian fully.
“Will you two just stop?”
“He started it!” Adrian jabbed a finger at Sven. “He’s all talk and no action.”
Sven grabbed Adrian’s shoulders. He slammed the younger man against the wall, but no punches were thrown, no harsh words were said. Sven silenced Adrian with his mouth. Adrian resisted at first, but as the kiss deepened, both men surrendered to it. Soon I heard Adrian making little happy noises.
I stood back and watched with surprise as they continued to smooch. I moved a little closer and then closer still. I pressed myself against Sven’s back as the two men kissed with frenzy. I draped my hand over the bulge in Sven’s pants. I understood everything now. It was the only way this could have possibly ended, not with a bang but a whimper. It ended with a kiss.
SUGGESTION
Emerald
She was a bit of an exhibitionist, he knew. She’d told him how she liked to go outside and dance in torrential rain wearing nothing but jeans and a white T-shirt. She said she only did this in the dark, but she lived in an apartment building, and Greg deduced there was always the chance of her running into fellow occupants in the stairwell, at the door, on the sidewalk. He could picture her in such a scenario, smiling innocently as her clearly visible nipples pointed like spears through the drenched fabric.
When he’d asked if this had ever happened, Clara had just laughed.
It was an attraction Greg, in his characteristic shyness, couldn’t imagine. He glanced sideways at her as they strolled up the sidewalk to the party. Clara’s exhibitionistic tendencies often showed in the way she dressed, downpour or no. Her dress tonight was a short, formfitting halter style, neon yellow with swirls of bright pink and silver glitter. He had watched her put it on, and it was enough to make him hard. She seemed to get off on the very act of dressing: sliding stockings up her thighs, smoothing fabric over her breasts, grinding the zipper of a knee-high boot.
Greg adored her style even as his own self-consciousness sometimes made him balk at the attention it brought him by default. He followed Clara through the door to the animated party scene beyond. He had only met her friends a few times in the five months they had been dating, and he fielded half a dozen introductions as they made their way to the living room. Clara was already laughing and in conversation as he found a chair, content to fade into the background and observe for the evening.
Chip, a friend of Clara’s Greg had met before, was already seated on the couch. Greg didn’t feel intimidated by Chip, exactly, but he had tended to feel even more withdrawn
in his presence. Chip exhibited gregariousness and animation similar to Clara’s, and as the two of them spoke now, their conversation naturally coalesced into the focal point of the room.
Chip’s eyes raked over Clara as she accepted a compliment about her dress. “It looks like a stripper dress,” he said. “Planning to put on a show tonight?”
“No.” Clara laughed as she lifted her drink to her lips.
“Aw, come on. Why don’t you give your date a lap dance?” Chip gave a wolfish grin, and Greg almost jumped at the unexpected reference to himself. Clara sent Chip a chastising glare. Greg suspected it was for his own benefit—the suggestion itself, he guessed, was probably not out of the ordinary.
“Yeah,” he suddenly heard himself say. “Why don’t you?”
Clara turned to him with unconcealed surprise. It was understandable. This was way not his style, and he himself wasn’t sure what was motivating him. Chip took matters into his own hands and rushed to the stereo, where one of Clara’s favorite songs soon burst from the speakers. Greg had a feeling Chip was familiar with how much Clara loved that particular song—and what she loved to do to it.
But it was his lap she was going to be on, not Chip’s. Greg felt the heat in his face as his girlfriend looked at him, the question in her expression just barely covering the smoldering vivacity he knew was beneath it. He smiled, and finally she beamed back, dropping all pretense as her concentration shifted.
Clara straddled his lap, her breath warm against his cheek as she ground her pelvis against him. He felt her feet brace against the chair before she leaned back, her hair brushing the floor as her lithe body draped over his knees. Her tits strained against the dress, stretching the fabric close to transparency over her obviously braless nipples.
Greg felt the urge to run his hands over them. Instead, as she rose gracefully back up to face him, he slid a hand to the strap behind her neck and whispered, “Let’s take this off now.”
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