Archive-name: Fantasy/mindstar.12
Archive-author: Jeff Buser - (C) 1990
Archive-title: Those Of A Mindstar Born -12
When they had come to, the big 'jac had been wrapped between them, twined
among their bodies, supporting and holding them. The pile of bodies was
covered totally with the richest, heaviest cum any of them had ever seen. It
ran slowly off them, dripping down the sides of the bed and onto the floor.
When they got up, wiping the warm juice from their eyes and faces, it trailed
behind them like melted cheese, running and stringing until they were all
connected throughout the rooms by a dripping, oozing lattice of jism. They
cleaned up somewhat, and then the call came that the last shuttle up to the
merchant ship was leaving in an hour.
"I love you, Wendy, Sarah. I love you both." she said.
"I love you, Carli," said Sarah.
"We all love you. I love you," whispered Wendy.
"I love you," they wept in unison as the three of them embraced for the last
time together.
After the final, emotional farewells to Carli, Wendy and Sarah lounged on the
bed once more. Sarah's hand moved again to Wendy's crotch; the hair was
still soaked and sticky. There was still some warm 'jac juice dagling from
her hair, but the cunt excretions and saliva were cool now from evaporation.
It was the first time Sarah had touched her there since that first seduction
which now seemed so long ago. Wendy's excitement grew with the slow, much
calmer motions of Sarah's hands.
"Eat my pussy again, Wendy".
But this time, Sarah pulled Wendy's crotch toward her own face as well.
Laying on her back, she moaned as Wendy's mouth found her snatch; Sarah then
began to lick playfully at the residue on Wendy's cunt. They spent the rest
of the evening fucking each other's cunts, mouths, hands, any anatomical part
imaginable, with and without the aid of the roaming 'jacs.
When at last they lay totally spent and exhausted, Sarah asked, "Will you
come and stay with me"?
"Why"?
"Well, you know the 'jacs; you know what they need and those needs are going
to be a major part of the plans I take to the Council. And, you can fuck a
body to death," she smiled.
"Is that it"? Wendy's face was solemn.
"No. No that really isn't true at all. I mean, both things are true, but
neither one is the reason. The real reason is . . . I love you".
"Oh, Sarah, I love you too. I'm sorry, I really wish I could stay. I want
to help you and I love the way our bodies fit together. And I really, really
do love you very, very much. But there are too many things that have to be
done".
"The 'jacs"?
"Yes. I'm setting up a camp in the natural sectors. They need me. I don't
know what for, yet, but I know they need me. And we need them, don't you
see? Someday the Empire will be back, or if not them then some maniac from
the Free Planets, or if not them some total alien, but someday, somebody will
want what the 'jacs have and we'll have to stand together to keep our world
the way it should be".
"Oh Wendy, I love you so much, and I do understand. I wouldn't really expect
anything else. But I keep thinking how beautiful we could have been
together".
"Keep hoping. Someday our callings might bring us together again".
"I love you, Wendy".
"Oh Sarah, I'll always love you. I won't ever, ever forget you".
"Niether will I".
"I love you".
"I love you".
When Wendy finally closed the door and Sarah was gone, she fought back the
tears that threatened to bring events to an unnecessarily tragic close. She
walked to the bedroom to rest her mind and her sore, swollen cunt. When she
entered the door, she wasn't sure if it was just the silvery mist caused by
the tears or if there really was a light glow coming from each of the large
and small pools of shiny white discharge in the room. Whichever it was, she
could feel the colony talking to her as it always had, even when she hadn't
been listening. The messages were becoming ever clearer, rising through the
black layers of the unknown. What had once been no more than a vague
impression that disappeared when she thought about it, was now a clear
identification of the emotions and desires of the colony. Someday, she knew,
those emotions would become words, words of breathtaking beauty and clarity,
words that would change her life and the lives of everyone from that day
forward. But for now she was content to snuggle amidst the warm wetness of
the 'jacs who sought her out for comfort and companionship, relief and
relaxation.
Her dreams were warm and white, and filled with love.
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