Pink Planet

by Jon R. Meyers

  Milo had to have it.

  Milo had had this thought stuck in his head for a while now. He imagined daily what it would be like to touch her big, fake plastic tits. Watching her squirm and wiggle beneath his sweat dripped body. Milo bet that her vagina tasted like gold, too. She probably foamed and got wet just at the right time during foreplay and dirty talk. Milo imagined his face on her vagina receiving her hip thrusts with his wet mouth, while blowing Molly’s cum bubbles into outer space.

  Sometimes Milo would work himself up into a panic, thinking that maybe if he ever did really get the opportunity—that maybe—he wouldn’t be good enough for her. Maybe Molly would end up laughing at him or think his penis was too small. Because there’s one thing about a pornstar that separates a girl the other girls—and that’s the starved-craved-obsession with a nice big, long dick. And perhaps, the difference between a slut and a real lady.

  Milo liked himself a real slut over a genuine ladylike figure any day. There was something about the way her body looked under the soft glow of the video camera lens. There was something about Molly Methhead’s aura and physic that captivated Milo into situational conflicts of perversion.

  Or, maybe it was because both of them had a known foot fetish.

  Chapter 7

  Milo and Flea made their way through the awkward streets of downtown Hopesfall, MA. Flea’s dreadlocks acted as an Ascanoid Sponge the way his hair was absorbing and collecting his sweat from his forehead. Both of them were extremely out of shape.

  “How much further you think we have to walk, dude?” Flea asked Milo, dripping sweat as well.

  “I don’t know, man. I wish Kat would answer her fucking phone,” he said.

  Milo had tried calling Kat over fifty times in the last couple of hours, since they’d started walking back home from Jimmy’s.

  “Not much further though,” Milo said, explaining, “Once we hit N. Calumet, we can cut through that Alley, from there my Mom’s house is only like twenty minutes away…”

  “Good,” Flea said, rubbing his forehead and pushing his sweat drenched dreadlocks back out of his face. “She’s probably fucking someone else you know?” Flea added, getting more pissed about the situation and having to walk ten million miles at the same time. “This is fucking bullshit.”

  “No. I know Kat and I have problems, man. But, it’s not that bad. She does really love me. I can tell. I think it’s in the way she still looks at me… Do I think she’s fucked a couple here and there behind my back? I don’t know,” Milo said, trying to make excuses for some of the more obvious relationship flaws that he and Kat apparently have.

  “Whatever, dude. I bet she’s getting fucked in the ass right now…”

  Milo laughed and said, “Stop! I don’t even care right now. Let’s just get to my house and play this game.”

  From there Milo started ranting and raving about how big Molly Methhead’s tits were. He said “those are the kind of tits that bounce when she walks.”

  Flea listened to every word. And the more he listened to Milo talking about Molly, the more he wanted to play Pink Planet, or watch her in action in free porn clips online.

  “I heard she holds a record for the most consecutive penetrations in one day, ever. Some sort of record, or something.”

  “How many?” Flea asked, interested.

  “Two hundred and fifty-six times in one day. Some gangbang overseas. She said in an interview a while back, quote, ‘it’s not easy getting fucked over two hundred and fifty times in one day,’ unquote,” Milo said, “Now, that’s hot. Think about it.”

  Milo continued, “She’s like a cock-pro. If you think about it, it takes patience and skill to lie on your back all day and let over a hundred and fifty dudes with big dicks fuck the shit out of you.”

  “I thought you just said it was two hundred and fifty something?” Flea asked, mumbling, “You would know…”

  “It was. But I guess it was a hundred and fifty dudes and a handful of them fucked her more than once. She set the record with the most penetrations in one day, not partners, but actual fucks.”

  “Damn, son,” Flea said, “I bet she was sore as hell,” thinking about how her vagina was probably loose enough to fuck an automobile, or, Snouk’s eight hairy legs.

  “I bet she’d fuck Snouk, man,” Flea said, laughing.

  Milo laughed hysterically, “I bet you’re right.”

  The two of them kept laughing as they made their way onto the sidewalks that bordered N. Calumet.

  “Finally,” they both said in unison, still thinking about Molly Methhead riding Snouk.

  Kat laid on Brad’s bed, smoking a cigarette, “Now, that was fucking hot,” she said, still rubbing the itch below her clit.

  “Sure was,” Brad said and asking,” When can I see you again?”

  Kat looked at her watch, “Shit, I should have left forever ago,” not thinking about Milo but thinking about how she needed to do her laundry today.

  “I don’t know text me something hot soon,” Kat said, “If I like what I read and it makes me horny, I’ll text you back.”

  Brad laughed and put his letterman jacket back on. He stood naked in front of her wearing only his jacket, “Alright, sounds good.”

  Kat smiled and took a drag of her cigarette. She wiped her wet vagina on his black silk bed sheet, leaving a white cum smear on it, “If you start to miss me, just smell that and don’t forget to touch that big cock,” she said to him. She was still turned on by their diminutive rendezvous.

  “You’re a bad girl, Kat,” Brad said, “I just might have to do that-- probably sooner than never.”

  “Yup,” Kat replied, smiling like the waves in the ocean.

  “My feet hurt,” Flea said, getting whinier by the second.

  “I know, man. We’re almost there—like, ten more minutes,” Milo said.

  “Ughhh, you said that thirty minutes ago.”

  “No, I didn’t… you said your feet hurt and you thought you saw a puddle of pink fungi on the ground,” Milo said, laughing but still trying to remain somewhat sympathetic.

  “I did,” Flea said, chuckling.

  “It was a mirage.”

  “You’re a mirage, dude. And a fucking pervert,” Flea said, joking and laughing, “You’re probably not going to leave the house after you put that game in. You know that?”

  Milo laughed and thought about it for a second and said, “Probably not, man. Probably not.”

  Chapter 8

  “Did you two just get jumped by a whale shark?” Milo’s mom asked, as Milo and Flea finally made it to Milo’s house.

  “Funny, Mom,” Milo said with a half laugh.

  “Hi, Mom,” Flea said, smiling and wiping his soaked dreads out of his face.

  “We’ll be downstairs… I got a new game—try to leave us alone please,” he said, trying to avoid any possible interruptions once he put the game in.

  “Alright, boys. Don’t forget to look for a job while you’re down there—both of you. I’m going to start making you pay rent.”

  Milo ignored his Mom’s last statement. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to find a job, at least, until he beat this game.

  The phone rang.

  It was Kat.

  “Where the fuck have you been? I called you like seventy times,” Milo said, angrily disregarding the usual “Hello.”

  Kat paused and didn’t say anything at first. She was trying to think of a lie. “I—I—I well, I was at my parents’ house doing laundry and talking to them about stuff.”

  Kat lied through her teeth, and, as usual, Milo believed every last sloppy tale that she spewed out of her mouth, “I couldn’t get a signal either… I was going to call you a while ago, but, I…I… I couldn’t.”

  “Yeah right,” Flea mumbled, as he pulled a chair from one side of Milo’s room to the other, managing to knock over a couple stacks of Jugs magazines.

  Milo pointed at the magazines and said, “Be careful. Those a
re vintage stacks.”

  Flea shook his head at the sight of them, all special editions with body shots of Molly Methhead on the cover. Flea knew Milo was obsessed with her—he’d been for a long, long time. They might as well have been gold.

  “Call me back later… we just got back home,” Milo said, trying to blow Kat off for the time being.

  “Just now?” Kat asked.

  “Yeah. We had to walk. Remember… you dropped us off?” Milo said this and started to get more pissed by the second. He could have popped in Pink Planet hours ago if she’d have brought them back. Instead they wasted half the day walking.

  “I’m sorry,” Kat said, lying through her ass-fucked teeth, “I really am, babe.”

  Milo hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He reached for the NATARI controller, placed it on the coffee table, and pulled out Pink Planet.

  “Let’s do this,” he said to Flea, who was already situated in his lack lustered gamer slouch.

  “Amen, brother,” Flea said.

  In big colorful graffiti lettering the front cover read, Pink Planet. Below it a couple of technicolored color swirls that resembled a swoosh of motion, shooting out from the tips of Molly Methhead’s fingers.

  Molly was wearing a school girl outfit. Her big tits popping out of the top of her long sleeved white button-up shirt. She was holding a giant multi-colored lollipop. Below it was a huge NATARI symbol next to a blurb that read, “The Hottest Fucking Game To Ever Touch This Planet.” Milo had no doubt in his mind that this was right—afterall, how could it not be? Molly Methhead was the fucking host. And, she looked good as hell already.

  Milo popped the cartridge out of the case and slammed it down into the cartridge slot, before pressing the power button. The television screen flickered and made a tanging sound. A large 8-bit NATARI logo displayed on the screen. Milo and Flea’s hearts paced in excitement together as the opening title screen came onto the big screen.

  The bright, flashy title screen was similar to the front cover of the game case. Except, Molly Methhead was live in real-time, dancing her ass off in her schoolgirl outfit, her big double D tits bounced across the screen and were accompanied by some highly provocative 70’s funk porno music, “Yes…” Milo thought to himself, finally.

  Milo’s palms were sweaty on the joystick as he began the tutorial before Level One. The NATARI controller was approximately the same size as one of those joysticks that came out in the late eighties, but, much more functional. The controller had three major control buttons—the joystick, the A button, and, the B Button. The joystick controlled front to back and side to side motions. When rolled in clockwise and counterclockwise motions one could move the character three-hundred and sixty degrees.

  The tutorial appeared to take place in some trashy brothel. Upon entering the front door of a big, white cathedral style building, Milo was greeted by a black pimp wearing a white top hat. The game was shot entirely in first person (POV), so when Milo moved his character, in this case, James Bondage, across the screen, it was as if he, Milo, were actually walking himself and seeing what that character was seeing.

  “Open the door to your left, muh’ fuckin’ Homie G,” the black pimp said. Milo turned and pressed the A Button to open the door.

  Inside a hot chick with average sized tits danced erotically. She was wearing a hot pink swimsuit. Milo entered the room as no other than James Bondage, enticing the girl to dance herself over to the bed and lay down for him. She wiggled sporadically and touched herself.

  “Go up to her and show her your cock,” the pimp said, instructing and proceeding with the tutorial.

  Milo walked up to her using the forward control on the joystick, her graphic body and tits looked amazing, Like real flesh, Milo thought to himself. He almost got an erection. The graphics were out of this world.

  “Press the A Button to fuck this bitch,” the black pimp continued, laughing uncontrollably.

  Milo pressed the A Button and triggered a mini-movie.

  “Hey there, someone call for a detective?” James Bondage said to her. He appeared confident, well put together, and believable in a real world scenario.

  The girl twirled her blonde hair around the tip of her pointer finger and chuckled rapidly (like the girls in a majority of Japanese Anime). “No, but I’d like to fuck a tall handsome man like yourself,” she said, “The name’s Kathryn.”

  The 70’s funk porno music from the title screen started back up as Kathryn started dancing her hips more provocatively around the bedroom and signaling with her pointer finger for him to follow.

  James followed, her seduction tactics working him into a hot sweat, “It’s working,” Milo thought to himself.

  She walked backwards to the bed, knocking her strap-on dildo to the ground as she jumped backwards onto the bed and giggled.

  James Bondage stood in front of her with his erection inches from Kathryn’s pink bathing suit.

  The end of the mini-movie neared, which left him standing in front of her and the black pimp saying, “A Button to pull this bitches panties off.”

  Milo hit the joystick forward and pressed the A Button, ripped off her panties, before another instructional prompt screen popped up on the screen.

  ‘The Fucking Prompt’ it read.

  -- Forward and A Button to initiate a power grab.

  -- Once sex partner has been grabbed—A Button to rip off undergarments.

  -- A Button to insert penis and/or power objects into orifices during sexual encounters.

  -- Forward and back on the joystick to simulate sexual advances and thrusts in real-time gameplay, while the A and B Buttons controlled a number of different things during actual gameplay.

  Milo was getting sucked into Pink Planet more and more by the second and the game hadn’t even started yet.

  Milo pushed and pulled violently on the joystick, bashing the A and B Buttons, grabbing Kathryn’s tits and pushing and pulling her body back and forth in the missionary position.

  Kathryn taunted him the entire time, “Fuck me, baby…” “Yeah, just like that…” “Give it to me, Daddy…”

  James Bondage sounded like a goddamn freight train, “Uhhhh…” “Yeah… Uhhh,” he said, in a deep husky voice.

  A slow motion scene popped up on the screen just as Kathryn was about to cum. The camera focused and zoomed in on her neck and tits, upper chest shot. James’s pelvic region was still hard thrusting in and out of her wet, splashy vagina. Milo’s controls were precise as James Bondage continued pushing his dick in and out of her, “Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Kathryn moaned.

  After about two and half minutes of Milo’s fuck controlling—Kathryn came—her cum splattered around the side of James Bondage’s cock, splashed up, and hit the screen. A puddle of thick, creamy white dripped down the screen slowly.

  James walked over to the screen and wiped off her cum splatter, leaned in close to the camera and smiled, “Way to go, Champ,” he said, as a bright green text bubble popped up and covered the screen.

  It said, TUTORIAL COMPLETE.

  Chapter 9

  “Hello?” Milo answered the phone and paused the game.

  It was Kat, “Hey, just wanted to let you know that I’m not going to make it over tonight,” she said.

  Milo could care less, “Alright, why? What’s going on?” he asked.

  “Nothing, I guess. There’s just this friend that came flew into town from school and we’re going to hangout, maybe grab a bite to eat… Want to come?” Kat asked, knowing that Milo wouldn’t want to.

  Kat was right, Milo didn’t want to, he’d rather stay inside and play Pink Planet all night for until he beat the game.

  “That’s cool. Nah, yeah… I’d rather sit this one out,” he said, looking over at Flea, motioning an imaginary sandwich with his hands and mouthing, “You hungry?”

  Flea shook his head, “Yes.”

  “Well, alright I’ll see you later then… Love you,” Kat said, hanging up the phone before Milo cou
ld respond.

  She was half truthful with Milo, in that, she was hanging out with a “friend” from school. What she didn’t tell him was that it was her Freshman English teacher, Mr. Murdock. The “friend” she used to fuck the shit out of. Mr. Murdock and she would meet up after class and tap ass. He almost had his teaching license revoked because of it. Kat was forced to transfer schools and get a pregnancy test.

  Kat had pissed off Mr. Murdock’s teaching assistant, Valerie Valdross; Kat could tell that Valerie had always wanted to fuck him, too. So, Kat beat her to the punch and one time Valerie caught them after class in Mr. Murdock’s office when going to retrieve some of the other students’ final reports to help grade them—and basically, she walked in on Kat’s face slobbing Mr. Murdock’s hard, wrinkled knob in her mouth. He was leaning back in his chair, moaning while his shit scraped her throat. Valerie threatened to tell the school board all about it, unless Kat forked her over some money. Blackmailed like a mother fucker.

  Kat didn’t have the money and shit hit the fan. That’s when she transferred to Hopesfall and met Milo.

  Milo didn’t really believe her most of the time anyway, I mean he did—but, at the same time, inside, he really didn’t. Flea didn’t believe her either, “Dude, you know she’s lying to you don’t you?” he’d say. Milo would usually change the subject or shrug it off.

  “So you’re hungry then?” Milo asked Flea again, this time with words, managing to change the subject.

  “Yep,” Flea said, “Whatcha’ got?”

  Milo and Flea left the game where it was at and went downstairs to find something to eat.

  Milo grabbed a loaf of white bread and started making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with slices of banana, and tube squeeze whipped cream on it—one of his favorite meals ever.