5 comments/ 46357 views/ 8 favorites A Space Story By: AlBorland I hope that you like it. Please vote and post your comments. ****************************** This story starts years ago, in the year 2082ad and the first female president had just been elected. Not even 6 months into her term and relations with North Korea plummeted. One thing led to another and the nukes were flying. Luckily the world was not plunged into nuclear winter. The men of the world used the event to throw women's rights back more than a century. All around the world women were removed from government, military, police, etc. In some places they were not even allowed to own or run businesses; however they fought to get that right back over the next century. In the year 2358 there was a huge technological advancement that would change humanity forever; faster than light speed travel, or warp speed. It was not long before humanity started to explore and colonize the stars. Thousands of planets became the Tarren Confederation. As is human nature there were disagreements, wars and alliances. Over the centuries, many of the colonized systems broke off from the confederation. These wars were normally kept between close systems; however in the year 2960 began the galactic war of the worlds. There were two main factions, the Terran Confederation, and the Alliance of Free Worlds. Both sides built vast armadas, and conscripted all able bodied men for the war. The armies numbered in the hundreds of Billions. As the war started to pick up, there were some small battles, and a few worlds were razed, however none compared to the final battle. This battle took place in a rich system of strategic importance. The resources of this system could easily tilt the balance for either side. This system's government stayed neutral through the beginning fearing that what was about to take place would. The system was a binary start system, with 10 rich habitable planets, 5 gas giants, and 3 mineral rich asteroid belts. Both sides wanting the system ignored the neutrality of the government and sent their armadas. The battle raged for days. Both sides were so equally matched that any advantage one side had the other easily countered it. In the last 6 hours of the battle the Terran Confederation dealt a lucky blow to the Alliance's flagship, destroying it. Without the flagship the Alliance feared defeat, and as such fell back to their back up plan. They figured that if they could not have the system then no one will. A small shuttle left from one of the smaller ships, with the most powerful destructive device ever devised. The Alliance started to pull back, as fast as possible. The shuttle entered the larger of the two stars, detonating the bomb. It caused the star to go supernova, which in turn caused the second start to do the same. Despite pulling back the Alliance's ships were not far enough away and all was destroyed. In the end there were more than 500 Billion dead. Because only men were allowed in the military, and despite having an existing population of more than 800 Billion, Humanity was now an endangered species. There was now less than 500 thousand men left in the galaxy and most were either very young, or very old. As in every major war in history, when the men go to war, the women take over the supporting rolls. Many women worked for the men in the governments and knew of the situation almost as it happened. And they spread the word across the galaxy. With no men to enforce the laws, and prohibitions against women, within 6 months the hierarchy of humanity was matriarchal. With Earth being the starting of everything, the women of earth sent a delegation to every populated system, inviting the governing body to join in talks about forming a galactic government. Despite the fresh hostilities between the Confederations, and the Alliance within a year a galactic government was founded. Realizing the dire situation that humanity was in the matriarchs formed a plan to save humanity from becoming extinct. The few men remaining over the age of 16 were given the status of procreators, and were now little more than sex slaves. The plan was to build 500 ships each capable of transporting 1000 men in stasis from world to world. At each world they would impregnate as many female as possible during their stay. During transit the men were milked of there seed and the sperm were left on the worlds to artificially inseminate the remaining population. The plan was originally supposed to be temporary allowing each world to produce enough male to be able support their own population. However the male-to-female ratio was remaining unbalanced, as more girls were being born then boys. The Matriarchs then passed the law stating that all males able to reproduce would become procreators and be added to the current male circulation, and this was to continue until the ratio was able to support itself. Thus it continued for the next 3 centuries. The ships being in constant use, and getting minimal maintenance, began to have malfunctions. Circuit boards in the stasis pods occasionally fried. When that happened the man inside would then wake up, and have to live amongst the crew, until they reached port, and maintenance could be completed. Now you can imagine a crew of horny women, raised to believe that the procreators were there for one reason, and now there was one right there, at their disposal. Needless to say the crews were coming into port pregnant. One crew on a particularly long stretch between worlds came to port with babies on board. It was quickly determined that something had to change. The Matriarchs enacted the "Sisters Ordinance." Even with the stasis pods the first and second generation males had died, over the 300 years since the procreator program was started. So the men on the ships were rearranged, only brothers were allowed on one ship, and only their sisters were allowed to crew them. The theory being that the ancient taboo that brothers and sisters should never couple would stop the crew from banging the hell out of any man that might come out of stasis early. The men were not told because they were only procreators. That seamed to work until..... There is a faint repetitive buzzing. 'What is that...?' I think to myself. I realize I'm sleeping and open my eyes. All I see is a dark grey blur. Suddenly there is a bright white light waiving back and fourth across my vision. Groaning, I find that there is something in my throat. Frightened I try to sit up, but find myself completely unable to do so. Then I see a shadow in front of me. For some reason this calms me. I hear the buzzing stop, and an incomprehensible, yet soothing voice. Then there is pain, as something is pulled from my throat and nose. Coughing I try to sit up by reflex, but am still unable to do so. Finally my vision and hearing clear to the point that I can see that the shadow is a beautiful woman, and that I am coming out of stasis. I know something is wrong because none of the other pods are opening, and I can feel that the ship is still moving. Normally the ship would have landed and then all of the pods would be opening at once. While the woman completes some tests and logs some things from the monitor on my pod, I look around. There are 2 levels of stasis pods, extending quite a ways in both directions, with cat walks connecting the upper level periodically. I cannot make out any of the other men in the pods, so I look at the only other person there. This angel of a woman: long auburn hair, vivid green eyes, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the most stunning smile one could imagine. My body reacted with a mind of its own. Seeing me fill out she kept glancing at me and turning a slowly darker shade of red. I had never seen a woman blush at seeing me before. Seeing a man naked was a way of life. It intrigued me. I figured it was time for some introductions. But when I tried to speak only incoherent sounds came out. She smiled, "that should pass in a few moments. We had to take you out of stasis a little faster than normal. Your pod broke down." She explained, "And my name is Sarah by the way, I'm the ships Doctor." "Obviously we are not there yet. In fact we have more than a year left to go. It is April 21, of the year 3272, and we are not supposed to get to the colony until June 1, 3273." Sarah stated, "Can you raise your arms please." After a few more preliminary tests, she got me out of the pod, and handed me a hospital gown. "Before I show you around the ship I need to get you to sick bay and get a sample from you." She explained. As I stumbled along after Sarah, I was finally able to mumble out my name, Jon. My motor function was definitely not improving very quickly. Once in sickbay, Sarah stated, "I need to get a semen sample from you, to ensure that you have not been sterilized by the expedient reanimation process, Jon. So... if you could just go over there behind the curtain and bring this out full." She said as she handed me a specimen jar. Being asked for a sample was not unusual. I normally had to every few days on a stop, however I had never been asked to go behind a curtain or other obstruction, before. Normally the women in the room helped out. Sarah was definitely someone I wanted to learn more about. Well being raised to always do as a woman said, I stumbled to where I was told, and using Sarah as eye candy, was quickly hard again. However once I started to stroke myself, I found that I would not be able to do it. Without decent hand-eye coordination, or motor function, I would not be able to perform as needed. "Sarah, I, Uh am having a little trouble," I explained. "If you want the sample you are going to have to get it yourself." Sarah blushed furiously. She looked undecided. Starting towards me then turning away. I just watched, trying to make sense of her actions. "Hang on... I'll be right back." She said, as she went into her office. I shrugged, and stumbled back to the examination table ****************************** Sarah picked up the phone and dialed the bridge, "So how is he Sarah?" came across the line. "Jessica, he came out of stasis with only one side effect thus far. His motor function is diminished, however that should wear off in a few hours. However I have a problem. It's procedure to get a sample, to verify that he is still viable. And because of his reduced motor function he cannot get himself off. What can I do? You know we cannot have any sexual contact with our brother." Sarah asked. "Well it all comes down to procedure. Procedure one, you need the sample. Procedure two, you cannot have sexual contact with him. You're a doctor, do what you need to do." Jessica responded and hung up. Sigh. 'I guess I have no choice.' Sarah thought to herself, as she walked back out to the examination room. ****************************** Although I'm guessing that Sarah thought I couldn't hear what she was saying, I heard every word she said. 'How could she know that I'm her brother?' I thought to myself. 'Could that be why she is acting so strange?' "Jon, I'd like you to lie on your back please. As the ships doctor I'm going to have to get the sample manually." Sarah explained in the most clinical voice she could muster, however a lot of emotion came through. I nodded and did as I was told. Sarah put on some surgical gloves, and grabbed the bottle of lube. She put a generous amount to her hand, and then slowly started to rub my semi hard shaft. Never had I had a woman use only her hands on me and it was an unusual and very pleasurable experience. Sarah was slowly running her hand along my shaft. As she came to the crown, she would rub her thumb around the head, sending immense amounts of pleasure coursing through my body. I closed my eyes to enjoy. Slowly she started to speed up, and I started to move my hips in time with her hand. (I may not have had motor control in my hands but my hips were working just fine.) Despite trying to be professional about this situation, Sarah was failing miserably. Only once before had she been able to see a man's member so close and that was only briefly while it was her turn to get pregnant (unsuccessfully) by having intercourse. Sarah was so turned on; she was amazed that her uniform was not dripping. The more that she looked on and stroked Jon's prick the more she wanted to be able to do. She had a deep urge to taste the clear fluid oozing from him. I had opened my eyes, to look on at Sarah. She was so entranced with my member that she did not even see me watching her. All while she was working her magic on me, her head kept inching closer and closer. Her dainty tongue wetting her beautiful lips, now only inches from me. I could only anticipate what she might do. I could hold back no more. "I'm goin' a blow," I mumbled out, this time not being able to talk properly because of my impending orgasm. Sarah started with a quick intake of breath, and then blinked a few times. She looked at me with a confused expression on her face, as if not sure what I had said. But before I could say anything else I erupted, like a cannon. Semen went everywhere. Sarah not expecting it jumped back. Then with some quick thinking gabbed the specimen jar and caught the last few spurts for the sample. Sarah with an on look on her face grabbed two towels. She handed one to me, then grabbed the sample and went through a door that I had not previously seen. I used the towel, and cleaned myself from the copious amounts of sperm. In the other room Sarah sat down roughly in her chair in front of the microscope. She never imagined that a man could produce so much at once. She looked down at her hands. She took off the gloves and discarded them with out thought. However when she went to wipe off the semen that missed the gloves, she had a strong desire to taste it. 'Would tasting his sperm be considered sexual contact' Sarah thought to herself. Despite the battle in her mind, the want won out and she licked the salty sperm off of her arm. 'Not bad. I'll have to find a way to do this again.' After verifying that Jon was still viable, Sarah went back into the other room. "Okay Jon, Everything looks good, but I'm going to have to take periodic samples just to make sure." Sarah said. "No problem, Doc." "Do you think you're up for a walk?" Sarah asked. I nodded. "Well then we'll get you some cloths, and then I'll show you our quarters, and then the rest of the ship." Sarah mentioned as we walked out of sickbay. Something she said peeked my interest. "Our quarters?" I asked. She blushed and looked away. "Um. Unfortunately this is a smaller ship and with the exception of the Captain, and the Chief Engineer, I'm the only other crewmember that is not already sharing a room, and neither, Jessica, nor Tina, is willing to bunk with you." Sarah explained. I didn't think that was completely true, but who was I to question her. After a brief stop to the Quarter Master for my not-quite-fitted uniform, and a trip up two decks, I was at my new room. I thought to myself, 'I haven't had a room to call my own since before I because a Procreator. This is going to be interesting.' ***************************** More to come. I hope you liked this story; however it was really just to set the stage. Please feel free to post comments. And NO "I hated it." Or anything of the like. Constructive Criticism Welcome. A Space Story Ch. 02 I hope that you like it. Please vote and post your comments. **************** Looking around my new, fairly spacious, accommodations, I took a deep breath of the sterile refiltered air. I could see that there was one bed, made up with standard issue linens, built into the right wall. There was a footlocker at the end of the bed. Next to the bed on the back wall of the room was a wooden desk, and chair. The desk also served as a night stand. I was somewhat surprised to see a wooden anything on a starship; normally everything is metal, or plastic. On the left wall, there were some clothes hanging from a few pegs, which were over a pallet on the floor. A few of Sarah's personal belongings on the desk, and a picture of a woman with a close resemblance to Sarah hanging on the wall completed the room's adornments. "I had Tina, the Chief Engineer; make up the pallet for you. That will have to do until something else can be made." Sarah said as she walked over and started to take some of her things off of a couple hooks. "These hooks will be yours, and I'll look into getting you a foot locker as well." "Thank you," I replied, "I don't know what to say. I haven't had a place that I could even remotely call my own since I was 16." Just then there was a beeping sound from a console beside the door. Sarah walked over to the panel and pushed a button, "Yes, Sarah here." A musical voice came back over the intercom, "Please report to the captain's ready room, she would like to meet him." "Acknowledged; please inform the Captain that we are on our way. Out" Sarah replied. "I guess showing you the rest of the ship is going to have to wait." We left her room and started down a long corridor with door openings at regular intervals. As the door closed I took note of the identification on the door; C12 LtCom MD S. Fortwrite. As we went down the corridor the door markings were going up: C14, C16, etc. Soon we came to a junction, where another corridor went off to the right, and another door was on the left. The door was marked LIFT 8 C DECK. Sarah called the lift and when the doors opened we went in. Upon commanding "Bridge" the lift started moving. Soon the doors opened into a small room. To either side of the lift and a door straight ahead were armed guards. Sarah pulled out of her pocket an access card and the guards waived us through. I was kind of surprised with the security on the ship. I wouldn't have thought that the Medical Officer who was ordered to the bridge would have to show identification. One of the Guards escorted us to the captain's ready room. As we were being directed to the Captain, Sarah said, "Jon, one the guard opens the door, we'll walk in three paces come to attention, and salute. The Captain is very particular about such etiquette. Stay at attention until ordered otherwise." I just nodded in reply. Due to the layout of the bridge I was not able to get a look at it, as there was a wall between the door and the bridge proper. There was another guard outside of the ready room, who announced that we had arrived, and ushered us in. The Captain dismissed the guard, and once the door closed, returned the salute. "A Procreator standing at attention and saluting: what an odd sight. Please sit," The Captain indicated to the chairs in front of her desk, "As I'm sure that you have guessed by now I am Captain Jessica Fortwrite. And I know that you have met my sister Sarah." "I'm not sure how much Sarah has told you so I'll start from the beginning." Jessica explained. 'Now unlike most of the rest of the crew Sarah and I were born to the same mother. And every person on this ship Procreators included has the same father. The reason for this is that situations like this on have happened in the past and the ship's crew made use of an available procreator, and unauthorized birthing was taking place. So as a counter measure the Matriarchs issued the orders that only brother Procreators and their sisters could be on the same ships. As such I'm telling you this once, in case you are some sick bastard; you are not allowed ANY sexual contact with any member of the crew. Understand?" Jessica asked. "Yes ma'am." "Good." She replied, "So what's your name?" "Jon ma'am" With a nod she turned to Sarah, "So he checks out? No ill effects from coming out of stasis?" "None that have shown thus far; I'll keep monitoring him though just to be sure." Sarah replied. Then the Captain and Sarah started talking in some detail of other things, both medical, and otherwise. It seemed as though I had been forgotten altogether. I tried my best to follow the conversation; however when you are being ignored and the topic of the conversation is the number of people that have the sniffles, and how many toothbrushes were issued, the mind wanders. While waiting to be remembered I examined the room. I could tell right away that the Captain was definitely an organized person. Everything had a place, was in it and was clearly marked. Once again I was surprised to see that the desk was wood, although all the chairs were plastic. The Desk was placed centrally in the room with a chair behind it. On the desk was a computer screen, with a comp-pad. In addition to the two chairs Sarah, and I occupied there were two more against the right wall. In the right back corner of the room there was a filing cabinet, but I could think of no reason that one would be needed. To my knowledge all records were kept electronically. A large picture hanging on the left wall, of the same woman that Sarah had in our room, and a flag of the Confederation completed the room's adornments." Hearing my name snapped my attention back to the other people in the room. "Sorry what was that?" I asked the captain after realizing that I had missed the question. Smiling, "I asked: what are your interests?" Jessica replied. "I really don't know ma'am." I responded, "When I was younger we, myself and the other male boys, were discouraged from doing anything other than learning about what it was to be a Procreator." Sarah volunteered, "I was reading through some histories the other day; ones about the late 19th and early 20th centuries. They said that the men in that society were the workers, and that most were good with their hands. They were the engineers, and builders of things." Looking from me to Jessica, "Perhaps Jon could work with Tina, or one of the other engineers. Maybe he/you would enjoy fixing things." Jessica looked to me, "Well what do you think?" "I think I would like that. I always did want to know how things worked." I replied with a smile. "I'll speak with Tina, our Chief Engineer, and see what she says," Jessica stated, "So in the mean time stick with Sarah, and we'll see what we can do." Looking to Sarah, "Can you take Jon down to Supply, and get him set up with more than one set of clothing, and some of the other necessities. I'll contact you once I have spoken to Tina." "Sure," Sarah replied. Okay then. I have some other business to attend to; I'll see you both later." Jessica stated. "Dismissed." Together Sarah and I stood up, we both saluted and left. And once leaving the bridge we were on our way back to supply. ****************** 'Man is he good looking!' Jessica thought to herself as Sarah and Jon left the room. 'It's too bad that he's my brother. If he wasn't I'd jump him in a second. I wonder what a child from him and one of the crew would be like... The Matriarchs always said that any child from an incestuous union would be a horribly malformed abomination. I just cannot see that being the case. If you take his looks and mix them with any woman from this ship, I think that you would get a very beautiful child.' 'What am I thinking of?' If the Matriarchs found out about what I'm thinking I would be locked up for the rest of my days,' Jessica chided herself. 'Even still...' ****************** Over the next few days Sarah showed me around the ship, and I met some of the crew. For the most part I kept to our quarters, leaving only to eat, bathe and give my five donations a day. That is one thing from my new life that is completely different from anything before. As I had mentioned previously whenever I was required to give a sperm donation, the women were more than willing to help, but now it was all me. Sarah and I would go down to sickbay; I would get up on the medical bed and start to stroke myself. Sarah would sit on her stool, watching me. She stared intently at me, flushing in the face. The first few times I think that is was from being embarrassed. Then from realizing that she was being turned on. But as the days went by, Sarah was definitely flushing from her desires. But even with her desires mounting, she still made no move to help. She just accepted the sample and completed her tests. After a week the Captain, invited Sarah and I to dine with her one evening. At the dinner was: Tina -- the chief engineer, Jennet -- the first officer, Jessica -- the Captain, Sarah, and my-self. I felt very out of place. These are all powerful influential women, and me, the one man not in stasis. The dinner went better than I had thought. All of these women were taught from birth, that men are there to serve one purpose and that is to impregnate women for the continuation of the human race. However they treated me as not quite an equal, but not as a second class citizen. For the most part we discussed my status amongst the crew, and my activities from day to day. By the end of dinner Tina agreed to let me work with the engineers on a limited basis. I was to report to work same as any other crew member. However the differences between me and the other engineers, is that I would only be working two days a week, I would not be working on any critical systems, and I would always be supervised. I would also still be required to make my semen donations regularly. My first few days of working Tina had me making a few of the things that I would need; the first being a bed. In all of the staterooms the beds are built right into the walls, and more passengers are not normally acquired while traveling between systems, therefore spare cots are not carried aboard the ship. While I was not working I was spending my time with Sarah. Unless there was an accident or emergency there was almost no need of a ships doctor on a starship. So Sarah had as much if not more free time than me. For the most part we would stay in our room talking about our lives before here. Sarah seemed especially interested in my post pubescent life as a Procreator. Because of this Sarah and I became extremely close. After about three weeks after starting my work around the ship, Sarah and I were both becoming annoyed with having to repeatedly go to sickbay so that I could give my donations; especially when we were both in our room anyway. Sarah had become quite miserable with the ongoing repetitive routine, of getting my samples. Because she had done so much for me I wanted to simplify our situation. In one of the rare times when Sarah was taking care of another patient I took the liberty to build a small work bench in our room. I sought out Tina, who was working away in main engineering. "Tina, I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time." I asked. "Sure Jon, what is it?" Tina replied. "Well I'm, trying to plan a surprise for Sarah, and I need to get a microscope for our room. I was hoping that you might distract Sarah while I get one." "What kind of surprise needs a microscope?" Tina asked in confusion, her brow knotted with concentration. "Sarah and I are both getting frustrated with having to go down to sickbay for all of my donations. I'm building a work station so that we can stay in our room if we want to." Tina reluctantly agreed, and shortly thereafter I had the microscope and a few other supplies. By the time that I finished all of my preparations it was almost time to give a sample. I was about to call Sarah over the com, but just then she walked through the door. Sarah was quite surprised to see the changes in the room. She was also extremely happy. So happy in fact that she gave me a huge hug. With the exception of the first day when she helped me out of the stasis pod and jerked me off, we had almost no physical contact. She quickly caught herself and stepped back, stammering an apology. "It's time to give a sample Jon." Sarah said. I took off my clothing slowly; watching Sarah the entire time. She went and sat down on her bed to wait for me to finish. She was already starting to flush. I noticed that when she sat down she positioned her foot so that it was in her crotch. Once I finished stripping, I went and sat on my bed. I spread my legs apart and got comfortable, so that I could look upon Sarah. My member started to grow to its full length, and I started to stroke myself. I could see that Sarah was really turned on. Her nipples poking through her uniform, and she was rubbing her foot against her mound. I could tell that she wanted to help, but she wouldn't move from her bed with out some incentive. "Sarah, you can help if you want, and I know you do." "Jon, you know I can't," Sarah replied. "Sarah who is going to know? No one. We are in our room with the door locked. If it makes it any easier for you," I hit my hand on the wall, "There now I can't do it myself, and my doctor needs to help me out." Sarah smiled as she moved up. She looked shyly into my eyes not very sure of herself as she reached out and gently grabbed my throbbing member. I inhaled sharply as her sleight fingers wound around my shaft. After exploring my manhood for a moment, she started to softly rub up and down. I was awash with sensations, pleasure shooting through my body. Sarah watched how the skin moved over my shaft. Felt the veins, and my increasing pulse. A drop of pre cum formed; Sarah opened her mouth slightly, unconsciously licking her lips, showing her true desires. Using her thumb on the up stroke she smeared the pre cum over the head, causing me great pleasure. Seeing this Sarah increased her pace. Sarah not having had much contact with men before was definitely being affected by this whole situation. She was wetter than she had ever been before. Knowing that it was not appropriate, but not caring, she reached her other hand down her pants and found her pleasure node, a small moan escaping her lips. I was closer than I had thought, and when Sarah had picked up her pace it took all the will power that I had to hold back. However hearing her moan was just too much and I climaxed harder than I had in quite some time. The first thick rope of creamy fluid landed on the corner of Sarah's mouth. This caught her by surprise; however she was able to keep enough of her mind about her to pull her hand out of her pants and grab for the specimen jar. Before she could get it into place though the second rope shot and landed on her neck. Finally for the remaining four shots the cup was in place and she was able to get her sample. Sarah had taken the sample and was now staring down the viewfinder of a microscope. After a moment she looked up, "All looks good." However she had a, not disappointed look, but a look of incompletion in her eyes. Now one thing about being a procreator is that you know sex; and I knew that Sarah was not satisfied, and without added stimulation there would be no fulfillment for her. This just would not do. How could I leave the woman who had to give up half her room for me, and gave me a profession other than impregnating women, to get no sexual fulfillment when she gave me mine? Still sitting on my bed, "Sarah could you please come here. I need to talk to you." She came over without saying a word; however her eyes now held a glimmer of curiosity, and hope. I patted the bed beside me, indicating that she should sit down. "Sarah; I would like to help you, the way that you just helped me. Will you let me?" I asked. "Jon, as much as I would love for you to do that you know that we can't. Jessica would lock us up." Sarah replied with a look of almost desolation crossing her face. I just leaned over and planted a gentle loving kiss on her cheek. Moving closer I whispered in her ear, "What Jessica doesn't know, won't hurt her." I started nibbling on her earlobe. She sighed and leaned into me. I moved my mouth onto hers and we shared a deep passionate kiss. I moved my hand along her leg, over her hip and up onto her stomach. As my hand continued its way up her body I removed her shirt at the same time. We broke our kiss only long enough for her shirt to clear her head. Next I unclasped her bra and lowered it down her arms. I broke our kiss, and gently lowered Sarah down onto the bed, looking into her eyes. I took in her beauty: long auburn hair, vivid green eyes, and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Then she smiled; it took my breath away. I kissed her again, then moving along her jaw line. While doing this I used my finger to trace circles all over her body; purposely avoiding her breasts. She closed her eyes so she could feel every thing. Sarah was quivering with anticipation. I kissed my way down her body to her perfect breasts. I cupped one with my hand, feeling the nipple contract. A slight moan escaped her lips. I lowered my head to her other breast and kissed her nipple, extracting another moan of pleasure. Then I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She inhaled sharply, and arched her back pushing her breast into me. I then did the same to the other breast; Sarah moaning the entire time. I started kissing my way down her body again. Pausing briefly at her navel. When I reached her pants I moved down to her feet and removed her shoes and socks; Sarah looking at me expectantly. I moved back down her legs hooked my fingers into her waistband and started lowering her pants and underwear all at once. Once she was disrobed I started to massage her feet. Sarah closed her eyes, sighing with contentment. I rubbed my hands down her legs just grazing her bare mound. I moved up beside her and started kissing her again. I moved my hand down to her mound and rubbed my finger along her moist slit. She moaned, and reached for my hard prick; stroking it. I explored her folds, dipping first one then another finger into receptive well. Sarah moaned deeply as my fingers entered her. I slowly extracted my fingers until only one knuckle was left in, then plunged them back in. As I did this Sarah's breathing gradually became faster and deeper, until the point of almost being a pant. I worked her until she was about to climax, then just before she was flooded by waves of pleasure I stopped pulling my fingers out. Sarah whimpered in complaint, as she lifted her head to see why I had stopped. Then before she could voice any further complaint, I leaned down and attacked her clit with my tongue. Sarah screamed with the pleasure, as she arched her back, lifting her butt right off the bed. I eased off briefly to let her come down a bit before I continued my ministrations. As soon as my tongue tasted of her forbidden fruit, I knew that I loved it. I explored her pink flower, from the deepest recess of her well to the little node of pleasure peeking from under the fleshy hood. I teased Sarah for what seemed like hours, although it was likely only minutes, bringing her close to orgasm then backing off again. Finally after Sarah's panting screams became frantic, and she was begging for me to let her finish did I not let up. I stopped teasing, and focused on her clit. As I continued this, her panting became even more frantic, until she let out a shuttering breath, and screamed as she climaxed and waves of pleasure crashed over her body. While she was still climaxing, I moved up along her body and positioned my member at her dripping slit. I rubbed my head up and down her slit a few times to lubricate it. Then I plunged to the hilt into her deep well, in one fluid thrust. Sarah let out another scream as I sent her over the edge again. I then pulled out until only the head was still in her, plunging back in. I continued this, bringing us closer to another explosive finish. A Space Story Ch. 02 Sarah wrapped her legs around my hips and started raking her nails across my back. This sent me over the edge, I thrust once more as deep as I could and started shooting thick white ropes deep into Sarah's womb. This sent Sarah over the edge again, She screamed out, as her pussy walls massaged the cum out of my member, to the last drop. I collapsed on top of her, both of us completely spent. After a few moments I rolled off of her. She cuddled up to me and we fell fast asleep in each others arms. A few hours latter, we were awoke from the com beeping, "Doctor, you are required in sickbay, please respond." Sarah quickly responded and started to get dressed. She didn't say one word to me, and I kept my peace. The entire time she kept glancing over at me. As she was about to leave the room, Sarah looked back, "Jon, Thank You. That was amazing." Then she was gone. I stayed in my bed, contemplating how this would change our relationship. **************** I hope you liked this story. Please feel free to post comments. And NO "I hated it." Or anything of the like. Constructive Criticism Welcome.