Space Nymph

CHAPTER ONE Tomorrow Commander Obi Oregano would be rocketing to the Golden Andromedia for a Knights of Cazza meeting so this would be their last night to f**k for an entire week. And the voluptuous stewardess wanted to make it count. "Ready for bed, lover?" she whispered and crawled in between the acrylon sheets of the huge, pneumatically controlled bed, the one they had bought on the eve of their wedding, two years before. Obi turned and smiled, half-lying, half-sitting beside her, hovering over her alluringly quivering body. She closed her eyes in lust-filled anticipation, basking in the muscular warmth of his strong, rigorously conditioned body. An answering rush of seething desire spread hotly through her cunt as his big hands moved tenderly over the surface of her low-cut bodice, seeking out the ruby crests of her tremulously heaving t**s, which were throbbing madly. Yes, she wanted him to f**k her, f**k her as desperately as she always did. I only hope tonight will be different ... she thought to herself, her eyes half-closed. I hope he f***s me all night long! His eager fingers gently plucked at the cherry-like n*****s of her t**s until their rigidity distended the thin, diaphanous material as though it would burst under the pressure of their excitement. With a low, sensuous moan, Obi bent his mouth to hers and his tongue moved like a quickly darting flame to fly hungrily between her moistly parted lips. Her mouth was wet and clinging and her arms slid easily around his neck. Her husband slipped the straps of her peek-a-boo gown off her soft young shoulders, nearly ripping the cloth in his eagerness. Leia nearly shivered when she felt the rush of cool night air on her nakedness before his hands covered her hotly throbbing t**s. Roughly now, with all the charged-up desire of a healthy young husband, (one hundred and fifty in the year 2586 AD was still a very young man) Obi's fingers continued to play and tease at the scarlet-inflamed n*****s as his palms kneaded the soft, resilient breast flesh topping her chest. Obi was trying to control his mounting, driving passion but the ache in his c*m-laden balls was fast becoming unbearable as it so often did. He meant to control himself, meant to hold himself back until his shinning young wife could reach the brink of her own p***y-gushing c*m, but as often as not, after one-hundred-and-forty years of f*****g, he failed. And felt dejectedly guilty about it afterwards. But not tonight, he vowed. Not when I'm going away for a whole week. I can't leave her hanging when I rocket off to another galaxy! And so now he deliberately kept his hips from touching hers and he could feel his anxious c**k expand and grow, angrily cleaving at the night air. The blood-pressured head of it throbbed like a leaden weight until he almost felt as though it were pulling him down like a drowning man into a whirlpool, making it hard for him to breathe. Tearing his insatiable lips from her, Obi moved his greedy mouth down along the ivory column-of her slender throat to the straining swell of her delectable young t**s. Here his tongue raced like a firebrand and traced wet little circles on the rosy areoles and, in lust-provoked response, they spread like opening flower buds beneath his tongue-lashing caress. His teeth nibbled avidly at the succulent little tips of her n*****s until the young wife felt her whole quivering body begin to tremble violently with the rapturous pleasure of the tiny pinpricks of pain. The nakedly voluptuous young stewardess's fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him on. His expert hands roamed over her flat-planed belly and sensuous thighs, tugging angrily at her gown. She raised her soft ass cheeks and then felt the material being pushed down and off, over her long, beautifully tapered legs. Obi shifted position slightly until the lower part of his own naked body was pressed against her, allowing the fully elongated length of his massive c**k to lie heavily in the ridge between her thigh and pelvis. For a moment the older man lay still, as if catching his breath, his lust-contorted face buried in the deep cleft between her huge, tremulously throbbing t**s, fighting for a control he rapidly felt himself losing. "Leia ... Leia ... I can't ... can't wait to f**k you any longer!" he cried desperately, moving his hands down between her anxiously spread thighs to the enticing triangle of her silvery, young cunt hairs. Here his fingers played wildly in the softly curling forest as he fought again to gain control of his lust-aching c**k. After several torturous moments, he let his eagerly searching fingers slide down into the soft, fur-rimmed furrow of her pinkly glistening cunt lips that throbbed in warm, wet greeting to the probing invaders. "Ummmmmmm!" she moaned as she reveled in the exciting sensations coursing through her lust-aroused young cunt in response to his dexterous exploration. Obi could feel the hot moisture of her incited passions drenching his teasingly, sensuously tickling fingers and felt her p***y tremble as the delicious excitement continued. It was when the tip of his hotly searching finger reached the sensitive little tip of her already hotly quivering clitty that he heard her unmistakable gasp of intense, tit-hardening pleasure. "Aaaaauuuuugh! That's it lover! Ooooooh," she moaned in impassioned abandon, arching her hips up to greet his expertly invading fingers. "Fingerfuck my hot little p***y deep!" That was all Obi was waiting for. The pressure in his balls was a knifing agony and the blood raced demandingly in fiery gusts through his aching hardness. Her husband relaxed his stomach muscles, trying desperately to restrain himself from cumming on her soft, silvery p***y hairs, as he guided his madly pulsing c**k tip with his trembling hands. He could feel the hot wetness of her soft, curl-fringed cunt lips puckering outward to welcome him. It was all Obi could do to keep from cumming at once when the heavily throbbing tip grazed the soft velvet flesh of his young wife's pantingly eager p***y lips. He could feel the warm, slippery folds of her hotly quivering cunt contract, gripping the tip of his c**k in a tight little stranglehold, sucking at it like the thinly bearded lips of a hungrily feasting mouth. It was then that the frantically aroused husband began to tremble-and he f****d straight into her! The nakedly groaning young stewardess forgot all her former frustrations of so many nights in space as the first scintillating contact of his c**k sent waves of exquisite delight coursing out from the nerve centers of her fervently aroused p***y hole. Her thighs parted, welcoming the lust-driven inward f**k, and her hips jerked violently upward to meet the joyfully delirious sensation of his cunt-filling c**k. Obi f****d in and out of her wetly welcoming cunt fairly slowly at first, but within a few brief moments his wildly pulsing hardness demanded a more severe, cunt-lip flattening rhythm. He reveled in the divinely erotic sensations sweeping through his naked body as his wife's hotly quivering cunt clung voraciously to his rapaciously reaming c**k, and he basked in the soft-walled heaven that it found as it f****d again and again deep up into her lust-demanding young belly. Harder and faster he f****d, feeling the warm, wet resiliency of her seething young cunt eargerly suck in the fully hardened length of him. Her delicate moans of p***y-flooding rapture spilled into the night, mingling there with his own. "Aaaaauuuugh, lover! f**k it harder! f**k it faster! Oooooooowwwww!" she moaned, and felt a belly-wrenching c*m rippling through her, her naked young ass cheeks grinding in the frantically building tempo to meet his every powerful plunging thrust. Her legs snaked up and wrapped themselves tightly around his back, exposing the entire plane of her pinkly glistening cunt furrow to his massively impaling c**k. The divinely sublime sensations of erotic pleasure emanating from her c**k-filled cunt raced like licking flames of fire through her nakedly quivering body and she felt as if she wanted those enticingly exciting sensations to go on forever. She had to be cumming all night long! One would never do! But it would have to do. One final pounding inward f**k told her that it was all about to end. A triumphant cry welled up within her older husband, and then his entire naked body began to tremble with long, drawn-out spasms of ecstatic release while he pumped his white-hot sperm into her madly churning belly. An endless stream of the scalding hot liquid poured into the depths of her hungrily clenching womb, filling the voraciously sucking void until it overflowed out onto her soft, nakedly trembling thighs. And then it was all over. "God ... baby, I'm so sorry, I ... I wanted it ... to be so good for you ... tonight," he cried, falling off from on top of her sweat-glistening flesh, off the soft warmth of her sensuously quivering body. "I wanted to f**k you until it was time to leave tomorrow." Leia didn't respond. Her senses had been stirred to the point of sheer torture by the feel of his mouth, fingers, and c**k on her passion-aroused nakedness, by the wickedly exciting sensations of his massively plundering c**k reaming deep up into the soft-walled slipperiness of her still hotly hungering cunt. She wanted him now to f**k her again, more desperately than ever, consumed by a fiery passion, hungering for the madly rapturous delight of his hard, driving, lust-swollen p***s. How eager she had been to have it filling the aching cavern of her naked little p***y hole! How excitedly she had been anticipating this evening, all through her rocket flight back from Andromedia. And now ... what had happened? She'd only c*m once! "Babe ... listen to me ... please! God, I'm so sorry! I ... I just don't know how it happened. Maybe it's just ... nerves?" "Nerves?" his frustrated young wife shot back at him. "Yeah ... that kid ... and his Wooky friend ... makes me nervous having them around," he replied meekly. "That boy is your brother, damn it!" "I know. But still, he makes me nervous. He's ... well, there's something unstable about him. Always has been." The frustration left unheeded in the young wife's cunt now began to overrule her reason and the blazing anger in her voice crashed through the stillness of the night. "Strange? He's a normal, healthy nineteen-year-old space cadet, nothing more and nothing less! You can't blame him for your own-" The young wife stopped there. Long experience had told her that attacking Obi's virility wouldn't solve anything, would only, in fact, incite him to anger equalling her own. And then, both well beyond the point of reason and logic, they would say things that they would regret in the morning. So she concluded her tirade by saying dejectedly, "Never mind. Just ... listen, there's nothing wrong with Lute that a little love and attention wouldn't cure, or his Wooky." "You don't have to make excuses for him, damn it! I faced the facts long ago!" Obi growled angrily. "He may not even make it through Rocket Flight School." "Shhhhh! Hell hear you, Obi! They don't make walls of stone anymore, you know!" "I don't care if he hears me!" her older husband responded even more loudly and with more face-flushing anger. "He's an adventurer ... a playboy ... has been all his life! He doesn't like working the farm our uncle left him ... and he just sits there and stares at you with those big blue eyes when you chastise him for it ... and, damn it, he makes me nervous! We've never been close ... like brothers should be! Christ, I don't know why in hell he came here on his leave!" Suddenly the young stewardess's anger evaporated. The need to be f****d to cumming again was still churning through her hotly aching p***y; her cunt still reeled with seething lack of fulfillment, but she realized with resignation that their argument would prove fruitless and would not lead to the satisfaction of her lust. It was all a pointless exercise in rhetoric. The joy had now been lost and would not be recovered until he returned from" his meeting with the other Knights of Gazza. "He came here because ... well, never mind. Don't worry about it anyway. You're going to be away all week. He might be gone by the time you get back," she sighed. "He might be called back to duty as a fighter pilot if the war against the Empire keeps going badly." "Yeah," he exclaimed, jumping up to a sitting position. "How the hell is that going to look? I mean, him and that anthropoid staying here with you-alone in the house-while I'm away?" "For Christ's sake Obi, he's your little brother! What do you think could happen?" "It's not what I think! It's how it's going to look to all the neighbors in the Spaceport." "Oh, Obi," Leia sighed, turning her back to him and curling up beneath the acrylon sheets, feeling the still hungrily flooded lips of her cunt aching to be f****d again. "Don't be ridiculous. And go to sleep, will you?" Obi muttered something Leia neither heard nor wanted to hear. After a long time she heard the regular sound of his breathing and knew that he was asleep. The young space stewardess lay awake for a long time, an empty feeling clawing at her stomach, a sense of abandonment and neglect swimming around in her warm, slippery p***y walls. I just can't go on like this! Somehow ... some way ... I just can't go to sleep night after night with this aroused torment of only one c*m burning in my cunt! There must be a way I can get him to f**k me to three or four cums ... God, you'd have thought they would have developed a perpetual hard-on pill after all these centuries! There must be something I can do ... but what?