Pink Planet

by Jon R. Meyers

  Milo pounded the ole’ one-eyed Cyclops until he spit a load all over Molly’s mouth. “Oh, yeah…” he said, as he came all over it.

  Milo guessed that if Molly were actually here with him right now, she’d want him to do that. You know be all over her vagina and cum all over her tits at the same time.

  Milo slammed the magazines shut, thinking, “Damn, why’d I do that? What about next time?” the pages would be stuck together. He’d have to open and turn the pages with ease—trying not to rip apart the tiny pieces of Molly Methhead that he most cherished in his heart. He didn’t think about these things until it was too late. He just didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

  Milo went back to his game chair and hit start.

  LEVEL 18.

  The opening video revealed an action sequence of a male patient with a big cock, lying backwards in a hospital bed. He was partially propped up in bed stroking his dick.

  Then the nurse entered the room.

  “My name is Heather Hospitality,” she said, rubbing her tits on top of her hot nurses outfit. Milo felt his penis twitch. I just masturbated, he thought to himself, curious as to why it was still functioning.

  Heather Hospitality dimmed the lights. A disco ball dropped from the ceiling and crazy music started to blare through the loud speakers at the hospital. Shortly after followed a public announcement through the intercom system, “If anyone has a hard dick to prick, Miss Hospitality over here packs a couple of tricks up her sleeve.”

  She danced like a hot stripper in the patient’s room. You could tell she was getting more wet by the second. Her vaginal secretions puddled up under the strap in her G-string, until it became too much for the tiny moist fabric, and sent a puddle splashing out before it dripped down her thigh.

  Heather snatched the drip up with her pointer finger and put it in her mouth, “Mmmm, my pussy tastes like fucking fire…” she said, as she continued to strip dance her nurses outfit off into her dark black silk lingerie she was hiding underneath.

  “Now, touch yourself,” she said to the patient lying on the bed. A giant erection poked out of his hospital gown.

  “Damn, daddy,” Heather Hospitality said. She was dancing like a goddamn tornado, “That’s a big dick. What’s your name, baby? Because I’m about to get all doctor on that there cockhound.”

  “The name’s John Graves, Ms. And I’m about to tear that pretty little ass up,” he said, stroking his two foot dick up and down, which turned the heat up on Heather Hospitality’s current dance move. He watched as she forced her own fingers into her vagina.

  Milo pressed the A button to initiate John Graves to rip off his hospital gown. Heather Hospitality shimmied over to his dick and started giving him a BJ. Puddles of pussy juice ran down her thighs.

  Milo performed a six button combo—A, B, B, A, U, D—making John Graves grab her by her hair and lift her up. This sent her slamming down on monster cock.

  “Uhhhhhh!” she scream moaned, as she began jumping up and down on it. This sent vaginal fluid splashing everywhere.

  “Fuck yeah,” John Graves said, as he pounded that sweet little ass into a fiery oblivion. This was until she came all over the place, leaving her vaginal fluids airborne up into the lens of the camera and into John Graves face at the same time.

  After she came she stood up, grabbed a stethoscope, and inserted it into her vaginal cavity. She brought the earpiece up to her mouth and screamed into it hard, forcing the other end to blare the sound of her orgasm and vibrate her vagina at the same time.

  “Ahhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” she screamed, louder and louder with each scream moan, until her vagina started to swell.

  Heather Hospitality kept moaning, “Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Uhhhhh!”

  Screaming, louder with each thrust of sound that spewed, “Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yeeeeaaahhhhhh!” She screamed.

  She screamed so loud it forced the stethoscope to blow up her vagina, vaginal secretions spit every which way covering the entire floor. Loads of chick semen splattering on the walls, dripping from the ceiling, and all over John Graves. He was drenched.

  Milo’s eyes opened wide, “What the fuck?” he said, still watching the screen, paying close attention to the amount of detail.

  Heather Hospitality laid on the floor holding her vagina.

  She opened her mouth and continued to catch her own fluid as it fell into the roof of her mouth.

  “Now, that’s fucking tasty,” she said.

  The level cut out with a scene where John Graves shook his head from left to right in disbelief, still holding his giant cock in hands although it was starting to go soft, and him saying, “Damn, that’s one hot little bitch,” he said, as he rubbed his hairy, wet crotch.

  Chapter 15

  Kat left Brad’s place and headed over to Milo’s. She drove fast as the wind pumped through her hair, air drying the cum that Brad (just moments prior) had blown in her face. She giggled every time someone shot a load in her face. There was something about the warm trickle of semen that infuriated her humor glands that forced her to giggle. This time Brad aimed for her nose on purpose. Kat had this way of giving face-time a new meaning, and, Brad, he ate that shit up. He loved the way she wrapped her nice, juicy lips around his shaft, and the way she rolled her tongue around on top of it, like she knew the genetics of it. She gave head like it was science.

  Kat didn’t feel a bit of remorse for her sexual exploration. She didn’t feel guilty or like she was doing anything wrong, ever. It was just sex. She knew Milo would get upset if he knew, so she’d be sure to keep it a secret, again. But, Kat (in her eyes) she still wasn’t doing anything wrong. She felt like people thought about doing these kinds of things all the time. Who were they to judge if she didn’t just think about them, but actually did them—putting her money where her mouth was—so to speak.

  “Fucking dick!” Kat screamed, as some old lady cut her off in traffic, as she turned off of N. Calumet, “Why don’t you go somewhere and die, CUNT…” she said, flaring her middle finger out the window and waving it around belligerently to be sure she would see it.

  She was still horny.

  While driving, Kat lifted her left leg off the car floor and onto the arm rest on the side of the door. She tickled the tip of her clit with her other hand. This caused her to swerve into the other lane. Oops, she thought.

  “Mmhmm,” Kat said, fingering herself.

  Some dude drove by and flipped her off. She was about to Climax when she noticed a cop turn off of a side road and get close up behind her. She put her leg down and wiped her vagina trickle off her fingers with her mouth.

  She looked and the mirror and noticed the cop shaking his head, like he’d just seen her eat a booger.

  I’d let em’ fuck me to get out of a ticket, she thought to herself.

  She thought about having sex with police officers all the way back over to Milo’s.

  Kat pumped a couple sprays of perfume on her vag, “There we go… much better,” she said out loud, as she got out of the car, and began walking up to the door.

  Milo’s mom answered the door.

  “Hey, hunny… He’s downstairs playing that dang blasted videogame again,” she said, letting Kat in and closing the door behind her, “You smell pretty, hun,” Milo’s mom said to her, as Kat smiled wide-eyed and cum-sprayed in the face (if she only knew the half of it).

  Kat made her way down the stairs, chugging down the hallway to Milo’s room. She didn’t know if she actually missed the nerd, or, if she was starting to get offended by the fact that it appeared that he didn’t miss her.

  The sound of moaning and space lasers came from the bedroom outside the door.

  Kat paused and laughed, thinking she may be about to catch her boyfriend jerking off to centerfolds of Molly Methhead again.

  Kat opened the door and busted into Milo’s bedroom.

  “Hey there!” she screamed, hoping to catch him with his dick in his hands.

  “Oh, hey,” Milo
said, turning his head away from the television set.

  “What the fuck is that shit?” Kat asked, noticing what was on the screen.

  A close up of some bikini babe’s tits were smashed up against the camera lens, and there were mini red targets moving around on them (some of them bouncing up and down off of her big tits).

  “Hold on, babe,” Milo said, “this is a mini-game…”

  Kat laughed and said, “It looks like a pair of jugs all up on that bitch. What are you doing whacking off in here?”

  Milo laughed, “Yeah, babe… whatever.”

  Milo continued to aim and fire at the crosshairs, shooting the moving tit targets.

  “Oh, shit,” he said.

  “What are you shooting at?” she asked.

  “Spiders,” Milo said, firing what looked like an outer space rocket launcher.

  Pew, pew, pew, came blaring out of the speakers.

  “Fucking nerd,” Kat said, sniffing to see if she could still smell her vagina.

  Milo kept bashing buttons until he finally hit the last spider crawling across the tits, “Fuck, yes!” he screamed, “Perfect score.”

  “God, you are a fucking nerd,” Kat reiterated, shaking her head. She thought the video game thing was pathetic.

  Milo shook his head and paused the game and turned in his gaming chair to face Kat, who was spread out across his bed right behind him.

  “So what’s up?” he asked, as he peeked at her tits really quick.

  “Oh, nothing. You know, the usual,” she replied, sitting up and closing her legs, “I missed you,” she said, lying through her pretty little fuck mouth.

  “Oh, yeah?” he said, starting his interrogation. Last time he talked to Flea he remembered him being extra weird about Kat. Something was up.

  “Uhmm, yeah,” Kat said, hesitantly, “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  Which, by the way, is instantly a red flag when you’re in a relationship and your significant other asks you what’s wrong, especially after simply just asking a few non-interrogative questions. Milo was usually too sensitive to see it, but this time he saw it.

  “I haven’t seen you for a while. I kind of missed you. Why haven’t you called?” he asked, sort of caring, but not really because he was getting pretty close to where he wanted to be in Pink Planet.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry. I got kinda sick and then just had a lot of stuff to do,” she said.

  Milo nodded his head in an understanding way, “Ahh, that’s cool,” and then continued to tell her about what Flea had told him, “Flea said he saw you at a party the other night?” he asked, still sort of nonchalant rather than interrogatively, but still, for whatever reason, believing her regardless.

  “Oh, yeah? I had to meet up with a friend. She’s been going through a hard-time and all that, so, yeah, I was duped into a cry on my shoulder kind of thing,” Kat said, “It was annoying, you know” she added.

  Milo didn’t believe her this time and said, “Flea said you were with a dude?”

  “Oh, yeah!” Kat said, coddling her lie into brighter white territories, “That was her dad,” she said, laughing, “he came to the party too. We’d actually just got done talking to her in her room upstairs and walked out while she was gathering her composure and stuff. Then we bumped into, Flea. He was kind of being a dick,” Kat explained, lying through her teeth.

  Milo had a sudden change of heart and bought every word. All of it. He took every word she said and believed it.

  Kat got off the bed and ran over to Milo and said, “I love you,” giving him a big, squeezer hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek.

  “So, what’s up?” he asked.

  Kat said, “Oh.. nothing. Just seeing if maybe you wanted to do something tonight?”

  Milo smiled at her and said, “Sure. I guess I could take a break if I have to. I’ve been playing this pretty much non-stop since I got it,” he said. Normally Milo wouldn’t have told Kat something to this effect, because Kat would bitch and get whiny. She wouldn’t understand. But, today, for whatever reason, Kat appeared to be in a much more understanding mood, “I gotcha…” she said.

  “Your perfume smells nice and sexy as usual,” he said to her, acting like a little sensitive bitch and pecking her back on her cheek, “I love you, too” he said.

  The two of them went out for Ice Cream at the Dairy Dip. A place that was within walking distance of Milo’s house. They both got fruity pebble mixers, which were one of Milo’s favorite desserts. Kat liked them too, but not as much as the hot fudge sundae she thought about getting. She ordered the same thing as Milo, because she knew Milo would get off on it. And she didn’t want Milo to know that she was getting off on other guys, so, she added it to her little black book of lies, and ate the fruity pebbles all mixed up with the Dip’s famous since 1952 soft-served ice cream. Little did Milo know, she was out and about getting her vag all soft-served and mushy by tons of guys.

  And, Flea.

  He was bound and determined to catch her.

  Chapter 16

  Flea dialed Milo and listened to the sound of the ringtone.

  Milo was ignoring him. He hadn’t seen Kat all this time, and he felt like it wasn’t the right time to shoot the shit. Plus, he hadn’t seen Flea for a couple of days either.

  “Omg, what does he want?” Kat asked, walking arm in arm with him downtown, as they passed by the courthouse on the square.

  “I don’t know,” he said, enjoying his time with her. Kat on the other hand not so much. Her skin was practically crawling. She couldn’t wait for the night to be over, in the back of her mind, she was thinking, Ughhh, I hope he doesn’t try to fuck me.

  Milo ignored the fifth or sixth phone call from Flea and was currently thinking, I hope she wants to fuck me.

  After they left the Dairy Dip they went out to see a movie. A new horror flick titled, “Slash em’ up Daddy”. This was obviously a slasher flick. But, it wasn’t just any slasher movie. It was supposed to be the ultimate as far as slasher flicks went.

  Kat wasn’t totally into Horror Films. She thought they were okay, but wasn’t as crazy about them as Milo.

  “How about here?” Milo asked, pointing at two seats open in the middle row.

  Kat nodded her head, “Looks good.”

  The middle row was packed because this was where the handrail went all the way across the seats. Milo liked to put his feet up on it and lean back. So did everyone else, judging by the sporadic gaps in the crowd. Milo was stuffing his face with the butter popcorn, feeding the pores in his skin enough synthetic oils to break his entire face out with a zit pandemic. He’d regret this the next day, but, as of right now, he was devouring handful after sloppy handful.

  Kat watched as half the time he missed his mouth. She even giggled once or twice, “God, what a twat,” she thought to herself, watchimg him chuck a handful at his mouth and miss managing to land on his shoulder, while some spilled over into the row behind them.

  Art Cinema was the vintage movie theatre downtown. It’d been there for practically forever. They still used actual film projectors. Sometimes in quiet spots in a movie you could hear the projectors spinning the reels in the background. Milo loved this about the place. Why go see a movie at one of those new over-priced modern theatres?

  Kat liked it at Art Cinema because she used to go there and blow dudes. Milo didn’t know this, so, Kat acted like she’d never been there before.

  “God, you’re missing your entire face with like every handful,” Kat said, growing more disgusted by the second while watching as Milo kept missing his mouth with the popcorn.

  He apologized and smiled at her, “Sorry, babe.”

  Back-to-back black and white previews like the old days. A preview for what looked to be a rad sci-fi space flick called Vaginas from Outer Space. Milo had seen it a few years back and absolutely loved it. It was basically a bunch of hot girls in swimsuits running around getting shot at with space lasers by a big dick robot. Milo thought it was
random and weird; two of the most sought after qualities in art, writing, and cinema.

  “This looks fucking stupid,” But, Kat smiled back at him anyway. A fake crude smile, in which, again, Milo didn’t pick up on.

  He grabbed her hand with his greasy butter fingers, as she continued to cringe in her seat as the movie finally began to play.

  The opening scene consisted of a big titty college girl by the name of Amanda Napalm, running across the screen, the camera focused on her huge double-d tits. They were bouncing like crazy as some fat hillbilly looking dude chased her.

  She screamed like an orgasm as her big tits flopped across the screen jiggling inside her white tank-top. She ran through the park into a large wooded area, trying to make it to the house with the lights on in the distance.

  Daddy was gaining on her. The hillbilly dude had a hatchet storming closely behind her through the brush and small tree’s, “I’ll get you ya’ little bitch!” he screamed, mad storming, and swinging his hatchet at anything and everything that got in his way.

  During the chase the camera switched back and forth between Amanda Napalm’s tits and Daddy’s gross sweaty armpits, but at an angle where you could still see the hatchet in his hand.

  Milo put the bucket of half-empty popcorn down on his crotch. And then it twitched.

  “What is going on?” Kat asked, noticing the bucket move while his hands were on the sides of it.

  “What, you get a lil’ boner?” she asked, taunting him.

  Milo blushed, felt embarrassed, and lied, “No…”

  “Yeah you did, Milo. You got a wittle boner and you’re trying to hide it with the popcorn bucket, aweeee,” she said, totally calling him out on that shit, giggling at the same time.