Three Moons Over Qismias

Part 1

"Four and a half hours till we land, Captain."

"Thank you, Ensign. Any contact with the planet, Sparky?"

"No, Sir. I keep sending the universal greeting signal but we haven't heard a peep!"

"Why don't you go EVA and make sure everything's in order."

"Again, Captain?" Sparky says. "Back in an hour."

"God, Richard, I thought we'd never get rid of him!" Morgasma says. "And I'm gonna puke if I have to call you Captain one more time!"

"Yeah, I know," I say, "but it's protocall. Now we have some time to ourselves. God knows when we'll be able to fuck again once we land on Qismias. Get the SCAGA and you and I can have an hour of relentless ecstasy!" I, Captain Richard Pole, commander of the Servix, order his ensign.

Sex without gravity is nearly impossible, as I'm sure you can imagine. You thrust toward your partner and she goes shooting across the room! Thrust back and you go shooting across the room! Going down on each other can be a little easier, but there is always the flotation factor and just as I can get hold of her Morgasma's clit, we'll bang into an oxygen tank or a thruster control, and then we're really fucked! We waste fuel and get a nasty call from the JPL in Houston. So, the Self-Contained Artificial Gravity Apparatus-a top-secret NASA development-was created. Scientists knew that men and women traveling for years in space would never be able to go without sex, so instead of denying it would happen, they simply assumed it would. Thus, SCAGA. Thank-you, taxpayers. Thank you!

Morgasma and I have been "docking" since before we left the space station, but Sparky is a prude and doesn't believe in pre-marital sex. What a space fart! Morgasma and I are in our forties, for Chrissakes! Still, pissing him off would make for one really long trip and we depend on him for our communications as well as his ability to fix anything, anywhere, anytime. So, every once in a while, I send him off on an errand. While there are only us three, the ship is huge. There's always something I need Sparky to look at!

Morgasma returns with the SCAGA and inflates it. I hook it to the power supply and we undress and enter it. Immediately, gravity takes hold and we stand erect. Well, I stand erect; Morgasma just stands.

"Oh, Dick," Morgasma purrs, "it's been too long without my Dick's dick!" Embracing me, she rubs her hands up my back and grabs my shoulders. She arches back and shoves her pelvis against me. My cock rubs her pubic bone, twitching against it. I grab her ass and pull her to me, squeezing her tight against my hard-on.

I pull her back up to me and kiss her deeply and passionately. I love our sex, but I also deeply care about her too. She is so very pretty, sensual, sexy, and one helluva physicist. Morgasma not only has a smart head but she gives the best head this side of Altair 9!

I move to her breasts and nipples. Spending so much time without gravity has given her a young woman's breasts, firmer and higher than usual at her age. Her nipples are firm as I flick them with my tongue and she gasps whenever I suck them. On the right day, I can make her cum just by sucking and licking them.

I kneel and course my way down her stomach with my fingers. She gets goose bumps. I reach through her legs and spread them a little and then cup her ass, bringing her cunt to me. Because of the delicate instruments on board, we are required to take daily ultra-violet scrubbings which remove all body hair, so Morgasma's cunt's as smooth as a baby ferhound's bottom on a moonless Caspasian morning! (Of course, so's my head!)

I lap at her like a puppy! Morgasma moans. I have come to learn how to play her, though I practice my variations diligently. I engulf her briefly, sucking her clit for a second. She rises on her toes and moans. I go deeply into her vagina and my tongue swirls inside her. She begins to shiver, and then I move back up her slit with my tongue and suck her bud more. Morgasma reaches down and pulls my head hard to her, my upper lip pressed against her bone. I lick and suck and feel her tension.

She starts pulsing her clit against my tongue. I stay still and let her work me. She grinds and sways against it. This is Morgasma's sex dance. She leads. I reach to her breasts and rub her nipples and she jerks. I press them into her and her breathing quickens to a pant. At a certain moment, she always stops still, and I suck hard on her clit. She thrusts at my suck once and holds me to her. Then she quakes, starting slowly from her groin, and then rippling out through her entire body. She almost collapses.

"Oh, yes!" Morgasma whispers. "No one can make me cum the way you do! Oh, so good!" We stay quiet while Morgasma lets her pleasure fill every pore, every cell.

"Oh, shit!" Morgasma curses. "I forgot the Ultragon again!" The Ultragon is a small globish device. It emits ozone and ionic particles. Used in the cabin, it cleanses the air and freshens it, as it is meant to. In the SCAGA, we discovered, it works very differenly from NASA's intention and we would probably be busted a couple ranks if they knew we used it to create artificial rain. Morgasma and I have grown very fond of sex in anywhere from a light, warm springlike rain to a boisterous thunderstorm with lightning, depending on the intensity we're feeling.

"Then, we'll just have to have dry sex," I kid her.

"After that head you just gave me-there ain't nothing dry about my pussy!" Morgasma says, relieved I'm not angry at her.

We lie down and I enter her cunt and she's right-she's wet and warm and tight. Her cunt sucks me in, and I pump a few times to get really slick. I like to pump her hard and fast at first and then slow down to enjoy my hardness gliding in and out.

"I love spreading my legs for you. I love your weight on me. I love your hard cock filling me. I love feeling your ass tighten and loosen as you fuck me, Dick!" I shove in hard and grind myself into her, pushing as deeply as I can. Then I withdraw. I stand.

Morgasma gets to her knees and sucks my cock fully down her throat in one move. Oh, God, she is so good and I slide easily into her. This is the best part for me! By slowly decreasing the amount of gravity, I can make Morgasma slowly rise, she being lighter than me. She extends her legs, and her feet begin to float. Still maintaining her suck, she floats up until we are in a 69 position! Lord, I love this! She grabs my hips and fucks her mouth with me! Decreasing the amount of gravity also allows more blood to flow into my cock. This does not increase its length, but it does increase its girth. Morgasma calls it "sucking salami." Sometimes, she calls me on the intercom, "I feel like sucking salami tonight!" And we laugh.

While Morgasma is sucking away, going from my cock to my balls, I look at her beautiful cunt in front of me. I slowly spread her near-weightless legs and lick her slit, all the way to her ass. This never fails to get my cock sucked extra hard, and the more I do it and the harder I do it only increases her mouth's grip. Once, while in this position, the ship sped through a meteor storm and we really got rocking as the radar zigged and zagged the Servix! We couldn't have sex for a week!

I reach to increase the gravity and slowly let Morgasma down. While I like her sucking as she floats, when I'm ready to blow, I like the friction of her tongue under my cock. This is where she becomes a fucking cock machine! She places my hands on each side of her head, releases me, and lets me fuck away. She kind of leans forward so I get to fuck pure mouth! It's almost unbearable to be able to thrust all the way down her throat!

I'm just pumping into her mouth, now, feeling the jizz build like the pulses in a firing chamber of a gamma gun. I hold her and Morgasma uses her tongue to rub under the glans and I explode in her. She always moans as my cum splashes in her. Says it gives her such a sense of power. I'm always glad to do her a favor!

"As usual, Baby-greatest head-"

"Yeah, I know, this side of Altair 9," Morgasma finishes my thought. " Bet you I give the best head on the other side of Altair 9 too!"

We exit the SCAGA, deflate it, and make sure nothing is amiss in the cabin. Sparky returns and verifies that the communication equipment is fine-tuned and working. Nothing to do but land and meet our first Qismiasians!

Part 2

When Voyager 2 was launched in 1977, it wandered through the folds of space, carrying the images and sounds and pictures of Earth. It was an open invitation to any capable life form to send Earth a "Hello!" One hundred and fifty years later, the inhabitants of Qismias contacted Earth, though their message had been traveling for over 20 years. "Come" it said-at least that's what we think it said. The smallest crew possible-us-was sent. We were volunteer ambassadors.

Morgasma had flown in space on many missions. Her experience and background dictated that she be the pilot. I've already spoken of Sparky's qualifications. I was there because Morgasma asked for me and because I am best known for my good Earthling looks, charm, and ability to blast a moving target at 600 yards! I've also served as an ambassador and mediator. To my credit, I received the Nobel Peace Prize for negotiating a temporary cease-fire between the last two Arab and Israeli families left on the planet.

"Captain!" Sparky shouts. "We've finally gotten an answer to our signal! It stills says 'Come.' We've been given coordinates where to land"

"Good, then, we know we're welcome!" I say with delight. Morgasma shoots a glance at me. She's always been a little apprehensive about our mission.

We begin our descent and Morgasma takes control.

"Honey-I mean, Captain," Morgasma says. "That looks like a large city by those hills."

"Will you two fuck-bunnies cut the crap!" Sparky shouts. "You think I don't know about the SCAGA and Ultragon and the fucky-fucky that goes on here? How many times are you going to send me on EVA anyway? Fuck, Captain, I may be a prude but I ain't fucking blind!"

"Sparky!" Morgasma says. "That's really white of you!"

I walk up to him. "Thanks, Buddy. I'll remember this-and all your hard work (I wink)-in my report!"

"Fuck the report!" Sparky says. "Hey, Bitch! Wanna get it on with a Bible thumper with a 20-month hard-on? Weightless and all! Just fucking-once before we land? Or do I send a billet-doux to JPL about how you're using their bazillion-dollar fucking equipment?"

"Well, Sparky," I say, "Morgasma isn't a bitch and she isn't mine to give to you or anyone. As for the JPL-"

"I ain't fucking asking you! I'm asking Ms. Fucking Hands-Wrapped-Around-A-Joystick! I got a joystick you can fucking steer, Honey-Cunt!"

Houston, we have a problem!

"Sparky?" Morgasma says. "We're almost ready to land. I don't think-"

"Good. Don't think! Circle the fucking planet. Let Mr. Dickey Pole fly while you and I enjoy an orbit or two!"

I don't know what to do. Morgasma looks at me. Honey, not my call. This is our mission. In the military, we do whatever it takes to complete the mission.

"It's not only that he can fuck us back on Earth," Morgasma whispers. "He can fuck us over down there! Maybe enough so we can't get back!"

"Look. He doesn't know about sex without gravity. Start sucking him and I'll put his lights out as you float by me! Then, we can put him in quarantine and be rid of him until we return home."

"Okay, Sparky," Morgasma purrs. "Let me see what a 20-month old hard-on looks like. Excuse me, a Christian 20-month old hard-on!"

Though he seems surprised at Morgasma's willingness, ol' Spark's gets his spacesuit off in one peel. Morgasma's eyes look like they going to pop out of her head, and even I, proud of the rocket between my legs, take a second look.

"Sucking salami!" I hear Morgasma say under her breath. "Here, steer the ship, Amigo!"

Amigo? While I expected Morgasma to do what needed to be done for the sake of the mission, I didn't quite expect her to push off the console and rocket to Sparky's crotch! She crashes into him and Morgasma impales her head on his cock.

"God, Sparky!" she says, coming up for air. "You been hiding this three-stage booster all this time!?" She inhales him again and bobs her head up and down on his cock like she ain't had none in a year.

Sparky thrusts to meet her suck and then pulls out of her.

"The balls, Baby! Don't forget the balls!" he moans. They too are huge and hang like space buoys. Slurp! Suck! Lick! Slurp! Pop! Suck! Jesus, Morgasma! You've become the Suck Slut of the Solar System!

"Yeah, Baby, work them balls!" Sparky commands. "I got a lotta jizz stored up in them!"

I can't believe I'm watching my beloved Morgasma go down on Sparky this way. She moves back to suck his cock more and finally gets all of it down her throat. Sparky's cross hanging around his neck glistens from his sweat.

"Oh, yeah, Dr. Morbetta, deep-throat that cock! Oooh! You get that PhD in cock sucking?" Sparky begs, "Work them throat muscles! Oh, Lord, I do believe-"

Sparky cums like his fuel line busted! The first blast, hitting the back of Morgasma's throat, shoots her across the cabin, past me, and into the view window. And old Sparky keeps spurting away into the air! His cumming pins his back to the wall and gobs of his jizz shoot out and float in the weightlessness, white balls of cum floating in the cabin of the Servix. Morgasma, recovered, floats to them and swallows each shot. She looks like a fish in an aquarium at feeding time! She's a Suck Slut and a Cum Slut! My Morgasma!

The spurts from Sparky's cock subside and Morgasma cleans them all up. " Wish I coulda got a look at them titties, Dr. Morbetta!" Sparky says. "Maybe on the trip back. Right, Captain Dickey!" And he lets out a perverted laugh.

"Let's go down on the planet now, if that's all right with you, Dr. Morbetta," I order. Morgasma just smiles.

Part 3

As we exit the Servix, we stop and admire the night sky.

"The three moons over Qismias!" I say. "Quite a sight! I wonder if they ever eclipse each other?"

A vehicle approaches. A welcoming committee, I hope. Still, we carry sidearms since we know nothing of the planet's creatures except their invitation to "Come."

The vehicle, which looks like the ancient Earth transport called a Hummer, stops in front of us. (I'm a big fan of antique transportation!) Figures emerge, but the bright headlights provide too much glare and we cannot make them out.

As they move out of the glare, I begin to discern their human shape-very human shape! All the creatures who appear to be females are wearing white tennis shoes and socks, orange shorts, and white tank tops firmly stretched across their mammary glands. All the men are bare chested and wearing leather pants, white cuffs on their wrists, and white collars with black bow ties around their necks. Odd! Very odd!

"Richard!" Morgasma slowly says, in utter amazement. "Are those what I think they are? I mean, it's been years since I've taken Early 21-first Century American Cultural History, but I think-"

"Hooter girls!" I gasp. "And the men of Chippendale's! Oh, my fucking God!"

One of the girls approaches us. She is carrying a pen and notepad."

"May I take your order?" she smiles and giggles.

"What?" is all I can say in disbelief.

"That's how we greet each other here!" she says bending over at her waist. Nice knockers and ass!

"Oh, well, then. May I take your order?" I ask, feeling really stupid. "Could you excuse us for a minute?"

"Sure, but would you like to hear about today's specials, Cock Stud?!" Miss D-cup asks.

I turn to our group. Sparky's mouth is hanging open and a bit of drool drips from one corner. He's gone.

"Morgasma, we've traveled 20 months to find a Hooters and a Sugar Shack 75 light years from home! Do you think I should radio Houston?"

"What fucking good will that do, Richard! It'll take 20 months for them to receive a message and another 20 for us to hear back! Blondie here isn't going to wait that long to take our order, I'm fucking betting!" As Morgasma finishes her message, her eyes pop open wider than when she saw Sparky's wanger.

I turn back to the welcoming committee, if I can call them that. All the guys are gyrating, twisting and thrusting their pelvises, grabbing their crotches, and moving in other provocative ways.

"Uh, miss...I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, I'm Missy, Pole Daddy! That's Tiffany, that's Scarlet, that's Phoenix, and over there, that's Wind!"

"Wind?" I ask. "Wind?"

"Like, yeah! If you pinch her butt, she blows!" Missy breaks out in hysterical laughter and all the girls laugh.

"Missy, I'm a little confused here," I say.

"You want cheese on that?" she asks, and sort of snorts. "Our special today is a fresh wiener on a bun! Bring any fresh wieners?" and the girls laugh again.

"No, Missy! I need to ask you a question," though I'm not sure what the question is! "But, first, could you, like, ask the guys to put their pants back on?" since now they are naked except for various colors and styles of thongs.

"Richard...uh, Captain!" Morgasma pleads. "When in Rome...."

"Okay, never mind." I can tell Morgasma is liking this! And I'm definitely liking the boob show, though I still have some professionalism left.

"Missy, do you know anything about the history of your planet, your race, you know, your culture?"

"Like, well, yeah! Duh! Do I look stupid or something, Captain Banger? We came from Earth, like you. That's why we were so thrilled to find the Voyager. Lots of pictures we hadn't seen. Hey, can I refill your Coke?"

"You're from frigging Earth?!" I ask or exclaim or both.

"You can get either fries or cole slaw, you know! Yeah, well, somewhere around your year 2010, right-wing fundamentalist Christians took over nearly all political offices, at least that's what our books say. Here's the ketchup the asked for! Anyway, like, they think, like, our great-great-great grandparents are perverts or something, you know! So, like, they ban them from the country, like you know? They put them on space ships, push the button, and it's bye-bye Bambi and Lance! Too bad none of the Playmates of the Year made it. They all died on board. Silicone deprivation!"

Like, too bad, I say to myself.

"And, so, everyone on this planet looks and dresses like this?" I ask.

"Are you going to want separate checks? No, silly! The Asian masseuses live in the next valley with the Hunk-O-Mania clan. Farther out, the Dallas Cheerleaders clan lives with the Hot Bods and Queen families! They're kinda all screwed up, you know, sexually, I mean! Like, let me top that coffee for you, Big Balls!"

"Well, we received a message from someone on your planet."

"Would you like to try some Turtle Black Bottom pie for dessert?" Missy asks.

I take the notepad from Missy and write the message on it.

"This," I say, "was the message," handing the notepad back.

"Well, like, this is totally wrong! Like I am so totally sorry I messed up your order, so I'll take off the beer. But, no, this is what the message was." And she writes on the notepad.

"Cum!" it says. "Cum!"

I take the note pad to Sparky and Morgasma.

"A little problem in the translation, Mates!" I say. They read the note pad as I watch the guys take off their thongs, waving and circling them in the air and finally tossing them into the wind. Morgasma strips off her suit, runs to them, and starts sucking off two of the guys and one starts fucking her doggie-style.

"Sparky, old pal?" I say, putting my arm around him. "I'm afraid we've landed in your version of hell!"

He closes his mouth and regains his consciousness.

"Hell? Hello, no, Captain!" he manages to say. He takes the cross off and tosses it, as well as his suit, like a thong. He heads straight for Wind and pinches her fanny.