M114 - Lieutenant Lawrence Moonwalker - Nancy Carter
From Create Your Own Story
PLANET M114
When Lieutenant Moonwalker and the two Able-Bodied Spacemen reached the top of the second dune, they found a large, roughly rectangular area of excavation. But no one was in sight. “Hmmm,” Moonwalker commented as they descended the slope into the pit-like depression. “Do you suppose this is the right spot?”
“It’s the right place,” Spaceman Harrison Jones pointed to a freshly dug section. The dirt piles were darker than the surrounding area.
“Mrs. Carter!” Lieutenant Moonwalker yelled through hands cupped around his mouth. “Mrs. Nancy Carter! Your husband sent us. I am Lieutenant Moonwalker of the Solar Guard.” He did not use the term ‘Celestial Command’ as that did not exist when the Carters had left Earth forty years ago. He lowered his hands and looked at Jones, who could only look back.
However, as the other Able-Bodied Spaceman Forrest Ripley was scanning the area, he detected movement in a recessed part of the pit wall. When he started to approach it, a hooded figure stepped out. She looked at him and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. The woman was *not* what he was expecting to see. The expedition had spent twenty years in deep hibernation on a ‘sleeper’ ship, so they would not have aged in transit. Or not much, anyway. But they had been here for twenty years. This woman looked to be twenty-five. Thirty, tops.
“Three of you,” she said in a sultry voice as she pushed the hood from her head. Her flowing blonde hair fell about her shoulders and her skin looked remarkably fair despite the intense sun of this planet. “And so young,” she sidled up next to him. Lifting one hand, she ran her index finger over his shoulder and across his chest. “And healthy looking.”
Ripley knew that it wasn’t just the overhead sun that was causing him to sweat. He could smell the aroma of her perfume and her breasts were brushing against his upper arm. “Yes, we, uh, are required to be fit.”
“M’am, I have orders from the Captain to escort you back to your Camp,” Lieutenant Moonwalker told the woman, not knowing what to make of her actions.
“Oh, but it so rare that he have visitors here,” she replied, pressing her body fully against Ripley’s side. Her forearm was resting on his shoulder and she lifted her leg and rubbed her inner thigh up and down over his upper leg. Ripley could feel himself getting hard despite the weirdness of all of this. She giggled and added, “In fact, we have never had visitors.” She ran the palm of her hand over his stomach. And lower. All three men watched in stunned surprise as Nancy Carter grabbed Ripley’s crotch. Squeezing into it.
“Here, let me officially welcome you,” she said, moving away from him and sinking down to her knees. The blonde’s slender fingers opened Ripley’s belt and fly, the pants falling down past his knees. When she pulled down his boxer shorts, his erection sprang up, almost smacking her in the face. “Oooo, this looks so yummy,” she cooed, curling her fingers around the shaft. She licked each side of it, twisting her head this way and that, and then planted a kiss on the head before taking it into her mouth.
Ripley instinctively grabbed the sides of her head with it’s long blonde, his hands moving back and forth with it as she began to bob to and fro. The man sighed and moaned, closing his eyes and parting his lips as this gorgeous creature sucked him off.
In nearly no time at all Ripley was panting and gasping, his hips thrusting and his body going tense. With a loud, guttural cry he ejaculated, shooting off wildly in that sweet, wet mouth. The blonde swallowed greedily. Hungrily. As if she were ravenous for the fresh, creamy sperm the standing man was feeding her.
When he finally stopped cumming, Ripley opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was busily kissing and licking his softening dick. As if trying to get every last speck of cum that might still be on it. Only her hair was short, coming down just to the mid-point of her neck. And it was black with a peppering of gray.
