by Jessy Cruise
"Well put," Paul said, nodding in agreement.
Skip sighed. "You're right," he said slowly. "But I would suggest we take things slowly. We can't disregard the possibility that they might be just waiting for a chance to get their hands on me and this aircraft."
The community meeting that night stretched until nearly eight o'clock. Paul and Paula, who were being hailed as town heroes for their trip, first explained everything they had learned that day and then answered question after question from the townspeople. It was eerily like a press conference in pre-comet life - a press conference that went on for hours. Most of the inquiries were of a nature that simply couldn't be answered for lack of information but people insisted upon asking anyway.
"Do you think that they might attack us?" was asked again and again in different phrasing.
"We hope not," Paul or Paula would reply, "but we simply don't know for sure."
"Will the doctor help us if we need help?" was another common question.
"Again, we don't know," was the reply.
"What about this fish and lobster thing? How much do they have? How much will they trade?"
"We don't know," would be the answer. "That didn't come up yet."
On and on it went until finally, through sheer exhaustion, the questions finally died out and Paul was able to declare an end to the meeting. His final word was that another trip to El Dorado Hills was planned for the following week. Maybe they would be able to entice a visitor to come back with them for a tour of their own town.
As the people of Garden Hill finally shuffled out of the community center and back to their homes, the conversation was mostly about what had been learned that day. It didn't occur to many of these people that in El Dorado Hills, a very similar meeting was also just breaking up and that many of the same questions had been addressed there as well.
"God, it's been a long day," Skip said as he pulled on a pair of tattered sweatpants prior to climbing into bed. Shirtless, he walked into the bathroom and proceeded to relieve himself into the toilet. He didn't bother closing the door as he did this. Everyone, even Christine, had gotten over being seen by their spouses as they urinated.
"I am completely exhausted," Paula intoned with a yawn as she pulled on a long T-shirt over her nakedness. "Flying in that helicopter does something to sap your strength. How did you used to do it every day, Skip?"
"You get used to it," he said, shaking off and tucking himself back in his sweats. He picked up the bucket of water that stood on the rear of the tank at all times intending to pour it in to facilitate the flushing process.
"Don't flush yet," Christine said, walking into the bathroom completely naked. Her breasts had gotten noticeably bigger in the past few weeks, as had the bulge in her stomach. "I need to pee too. No sense wasting water."
"Okay," Skip replied, putting the bucket back. He tried to leave the bathroom but was delayed when Christine reached out and put her hand on his crotch. She gave him a playful squeeze.
"I hope you're not too tired," she said with a seductive smile.
He gave her a tired look. "Actually," he said apologetically, "I'm about to drop. Maybe we can play a little in the morning?"
"Screw the morning," she said sourly, letting go of him and sitting on the toilet. "It's been two days since I've had any. I'm horny now."
"Sorry, babe. It's been a very long day," he told her, feeling guilty about turning her down. It had been a few days since he'd made love to her. With the honeymoon phase of the relationship nearing its end, all three of them had slowed down the frequency of their relations a bit. Instead of making love twice a day, Skip was now doing it only about once a day and sometimes even going for a day or two without. By far Christine had the most voracious sexual appetite of the trio as the hormones of pregnancy assaulted her body. She was typically the initiator between her and Skip and would even ask Paula to eat her or finger her to orgasm if Skip wasn't in the mood, although she always felt somewhat guilty about this and, as of yet, had not been able to bring herself to return the favor. Paula, when she wasn't tired, was usually a good sport about it and actually seemed to be developing quite a taste for her co-wife's vagina. And she never complained about the lack of reciprocation.
"Spoilsport," Christine accused Skip with a pout as she unleashed a stream of urine.
"I'll give you a proper pounding in the morning," he told her. "I promise."
She didn't reply to him, she only stuck her tongue out in a mock display of childishness. Skip returned the gesture and then left the bathroom, leaving her to pee in peace. He went into the bedroom and climbed into the bed. Paula was already there, lying on her back on the left side of it. She seemed almost asleep already. He put himself in the middle - his accustomed spot - and, with a yawn, stretched out and got comfortable.
The sound of the toilet flushing came a minute later and then Christine walked in, still naked. She climbed in on the right side of the bed and immediately pressed her smooth body against Skip. Her breasts slid against his shoulder.
"Chris," he said tiredly, "you didn't blow out the candles."
"I don't plan to go to sleep just yet," she whispered in his ear, her tongue snaking out to lick at the lobe. "You didn't think I was going to give up that easily, did you?"
"Chris, really," he pleaded. "I'm exhausted. I don't think I could even get it up right now."
"And I'm trying to sleep," Paula said from the other side of him. "Blow out the damn candles."
"You guys are prudes," Christine said, letting her hand slide across Skip's stomach. Before he could stop her, she had reached into his sweats and grabbed his wilted cock. She began to softly squeeze it and stroke it.
" Christine," he said, trying to roll away from her. "Really, I'm not in the mood right now."
"You will be," she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe now, her hand stubbornly continuing its actions.
Despite the fatigue, which was pulling at him like a drug, Skip felt simple biology at work as a result of her caressing hand. Blood began to flow into his cock and he began to stiffen a little, very much against his will.
"You see?" Christine said triumphantly as she felt the first stirrings. "You are interested."
"No he's not," Paula groaned impatiently. "Now put the damn light out and go to sleep."
"Not until I get what's coming to me," Christine said indignantly. "I've been neglected lately. He has his husbandly duties to perform."
"Oh Christ," Paula said, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head.
" Christine please," Skip said, feeling himself stiffen even further under her hand. The first glimmerings of interest began to blossom in his body, nudging the fatigue to the side.
"Maybe you need a little more convincing," she said, reaching down and pulling the covers off of him.
" Christine!" Skip said, feeling the chilly air upon his skin.
" Christine!" echoed Paula, whose body had also been partially uncovered by this move.
"Prudes," she said, not making any move to recover them. Instead, she yanked the front of Skip's sweats down, revealing his half-erect penis. She gave it a few more squeezes and then twisted around in the bed so that her head was down at his crotch. Before he could protest or do anything else, she slurped his entire length into her mouth.
"Ohhh," Skip groaned in surprise, feeling the teasing lips and tongue upon him. Though Paula was quite the aficionado of oral sex, it was very rare that Christine actually took his penis into her oral cavity. The unusual nature of the event coupled with the pleasurable sensation of it was enough to drive the last of the fatigue underground and make him stiffen up completely.
"Mmmmm," Christine moaned from around the cock in her mouth as she felt it harden up, as she sensed Skip's protests coming to an end. She was starting to see why Shellie liked doing this so much. There was such a feeling of power involved. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and then began to move her mouth up and down upon him.
"Go
ddammit!" barked Paula impatiently as she reached up and pulled the covers back over her. "Would you guys go do that in the other room?"
Neither Skip nor Christine answered her, nor did they make any move to get up and go to the other room. Christine kept slurping her mouth up and down on Skip's cock, wetting it with her saliva, teasing it into a rigid hardness and Skip just moaned, quickly becoming lost in the sensation. He put his hand into Christine's long blonde hair and ran his fingers through it as she worked on him. Paula gave one more grunt and then closed her eyes again, trying to ignore what was going on.
Christine sucked him for the better part of five minutes, tonguing every millimeter of his cock and even taking his balls into her mouth for a few quick slurps. She deep throated him a few times although her technique was very inexpert and she had to fight a gag when she reached bottom. Skip's hands left her hair and found their way to her breasts, which he squeezed and kneaded gently, feeling the hardness of the nipples and the softness of the flesh.
"Mmmmm," Christine said, pulling her mouth free and giving him one last loving lick from root to head. "Now we're getting somewhere."
"It would seem so," Skip told her, giving her nipples a playful pinch.
She pulled his sweats the rest of the way off and tossed them to the floor. Her pussy was now quite wet and ready for action so she raised up and straddled his legs, inching forward until his cock was nestled against her pubic hair. "Now for the payoff," she said, putting the head against her moist lips. She moved her pelvis back and forth a few times, sliding him around in her opening and then she sank down upon him, engulfing his entire length in her tight cavern. Both of them sighed in pleasure at the intrusion. She began to move up and down, back and forth, pushing and pulling him in and out of her body. She ground herself against his pubic bone, stimulating her clit and sending shivers of pleasure through her body and his. The bed began to bounce as his hands found her tits once more.
Paula looked up at them in annoyance again, letting loose an irritated sigh. Christine's thigh was banging into hers through the comforter with each stroke that she made and the headboard of the bed was clanking against the wall behind it with the rhythm of their movements. She felt a small twinge of arousal when the odor of the union taking place next to her caught her nose but she quickly buried it beneath her fatigue. She picked up a small pillow and crammed it between the headboard and the wall, silencing the pounding. With one more sigh she pulled the covers a little tighter around her and put her own pillow over her head, trying to block out the grunts and groans from her bedmates.
But Christine was feeling naughty this night and she had no intention of letting her co-wife off that easily. As she continued to bounce and gyrate atop Skip's rigid cock, she forced her hand underneath the covers and found Paula's bare leg just below the back of her knee. She moved her hand up and down, touching the soft, feminine flesh, creeping higher and higher with each movement.
Paula tried to pull her leg away but Christine held tight. Paula reached down and batted at the invading hand once but Christine simply put it right back. Soon, as her vaginal secretions dripped down and soaked Skip's crotch, her hand was touching the swell of Paula's bare ass. Skip, seeing this, decided to get in on the act too. His fatigue was now completely gone, overridden by passion and excitement. He moved his right hand from Christine's breast and pushed it under the covers as well, moving it around against Paula's body until he was fondling her breast through her nightgown.
Again Paula tried to squirm away from him but he refused to let her. Soon he could feel the nipple hardening against his hand and could sense her breathing quickening. Finally, after being pawed and groped by two different people of two different sexes, she gave up the battle. She pulled the pillow from her head and rolled onto her back, casting the covers aside and opening her legs.
"You guys just don't know when to stop, do you?" she breathed, her face flushed.
"We know when to go," Christine said, running her hand higher up the front of Paula's legs.
Skip pulled Paula's T-shirt up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were now standing up proudly and his fingers found them. Christine, now panting and flushed, let her own hand continue its journey until she touched the wet folds of her pussy. She slid first one and then two and finally three fingers inside of her and began to push and pull with the rhythm of her own strokes atop Skip.
"Yeah," Paula groaned, feeling the delicious intrusion, "finger-fuck me, baby. Give it to me hard." She grasped Christine's wrist and began to forcefully piston her hand in and out.
Christine felt the clenching muscles of Paula's sex, felt the wonderful slickness of her passage grasping at her, and suddenly she wanted more. She stared at that gaping slit as Skip's cock slammed in and out of her, she saw that hard clitoris poking out of its hood, and she knew that the time had finally come to do what she had been avoiding all of this time. She suddenly rose up, pulling herself free of Skip, who cried out in protest at the loss of sensation just as he was approaching an orgasm.
"Fuck me from behind," Christine told him, dropping to her knees and swinging her rear end around in a circle until it was facing him. "I'm gonna eat Shellie's pussy out."
"Oh God," Paula moaned, feeling a shiver travel through her at the very words. She had been hoping and fantasizing since the first cautious encounter that Christine would one day put her mouth upon her sex and now, at last, it seemed it was finally coming true.
While Skip worked his way around behind her and put his cock back into her pussy from behind, Christine, continuing to slam her fingers in and out of Paula's slit, dropped her mouth to her nipple. She suckled it frantically, harshly, the way she knew Paula liked it at this point in a session. She kissed between the breasts and worked her way over to the other one, sucking and biting the nipple over there as well. Finally she began to kiss and nibble her way across the soft flesh of Paula's stomach. When her mouth reached the top of her pubic mound she pulled her dripping fingers free, inhaling the sharp odor of her co-wife's juices.
"Do it, Christine," Paula moaned desperately, putting her fingers atop Christine's head and pushing at her. She was so keyed up by the sight of the innocent-looking teenager about to lick her that she thought she might come at the first contact.
"Yeah," Skip echoed, panting as well, barely in control of his own orgasm at the sight of what was happening. He slowed down the pace of his strokes a little to keep from losing that thin edge of control. "Eat her, Chris. Eat her good."
Christine, trembling with desire and feeling the delicious nastiness pervading her body at what she was about to do, ran the back of her tongue through Paula's pubic hair, moving downward until she was licking the edge of her swollen lips. She tasted the tang of another woman's vaginal juices for the first time and this drove her onward. Without pausing for a second thought, she plunged her tongue directly into the gaping chasm before her, spearing it in as far as was physically possible.
"Oh yessss," Paula cried, her hips rising up at the contact, her hand pushing harder against Christine's head to increase it.
"Mmmmm," Christine moaned from around her mouthful of pussy. She plunged her tongue in and out, lapping at the juices, drinking in their flavor, feeling like a depraved, nasty girl and loving it. She licked up and down for a moment and then went back to driving her tongue inside. She rubbed her nose against the swollen clit.
"Oh yes, baby, yesss!" Paula gurgled happily, her legs coming up around Christine's back. "Eat me, eat meeeeeeee!"
"Oh God," Skip grunted, losing control of his body. The spasms began in his groin, quickly building up to a crescendo of wicked, glorious pleasure. He grasped Christine's ass harshly, digging his fingers into the pale flesh, his own hips an out of control piston as he slammed into her with all of his might, their groins making a wet, slapping sound with each stroke. Soon the sperm was shooting out of his body, filling her and then overfilling her.
Christine experienced her first orgasm as she felt Skip shoot
ing his hot seed into her. She groaned and panted, raising her wet face out of Paula's crotch long enough to cry out her own pleasure to the room.
No sooner had Skip pulled his sticky member from Christine's pussy than Paula brought things up to a new level. "Swing around, Christine," she said, grabbing at her leg. "Put your pussy on my face. I want to eat his come out of you."
"Ohhhh," Christine said, delighted at the nastiness of that. She scooted around in a circle, keeping her own face in Paula's crotch, until her legs were straddling Paula's head. Her pussy was gaping open obscenely, the pubic hair Micked from wetness, white sperm oozing out and running down her thighs.
Paula looked at this with a wild, lustful look in her eyes, as if she was contemplating a gourmet feast. She put her hands on Christine's ass and pulled her crotch to her, burying her face in that messy junction. Her tongue began to lap up and down her slit, gathering all of the come and vaginal secretions on the outside before she probed through the lips, sucking what was inside out as well.
Christine shuddered at the sensation and immediately had another, more powerful orgasm. As the tremors faded away, making way for the next one, she put her own face back in Paula's crotch and began working to bring her off.
Skip, still kneeling in the same spot that he had fucked Christine from, watched this excitedly. His penis, which had never really softened after his own come, was once again firming up into a ramrod. He stroked it softly as he watched the two women eat each other, wondering just where he should put it next.
It didn't take long before someone gave him a suggestion.
Meanwhile, in Auburn, Colonel Barnes and Captain Bracken were drinking scotch and sodas in Barnes' office. They sat in comfortable chairs in a heated room beneath the glow of electric lights, sipping out of genuine crystal glasses. On the desk before them was a bottle of Cutty Sark, a twelve-pack of Coca-Cola, and a decanter filled with ice-cubes that had been made in a small freezer that was hooked into the generator.