Hyperspace

Content warning: This is a fetish sci-fi story with prolonged oral sex, pussy eating, piss drinking, smelly bodies, and a bit of anal sex.

Space travel is a sin. Space travel is an affront to God. Space travel is evil. Hyperspace is the abode of Satan, Shaitan, Kali, Hades, Morgoth or whatever the evil entity in your religion is called. On this, all major and most minor religions agree: space travel is wrong! And of course this has tainted space travel in the minds of the general public. It would probably have helped if scientists could have provided some kind of explanation for the relation between sex and hyperspace. But the best minds in physics, biology and physiology have not come up with anything to explain the fact that you need to be constantly fucking to survive hyperspace travel. And that left the "explanations" to the priests...

I was born and raised an atheist and grew up to become a scientist and an engineer, so I was not worried about my "immortal soul". When I was offered a very well-paid job supervising a major corporation's activities on Sulimo-4, I accepted without hesitation. I expected to return to a very full bank account, and maybe a few would shun me because of the way I had earned my money. But most would not, money does not stink.

I carefully floated through the air lock connecting the shuttle to the Einstein Space Station, from which all interstellar vessels depart. Once inside the space station, a receptionist scanned my iris.

"Welcome to the Einstein Space Station, Mr. Bordan. Please confirm your full name and your destination."

"I am Eric Jason Bordan, and I will travel to Epsilon Eridani station, and from there to Sulimo-4."

He nods, and continues.

"Please confirm that you are heterosexual and have chosen to travel with a female partner."

"Confirmed."

"Good. Please disrobe behind that screen, put your clothes in the bag with your name on it, and then pass through the door labeled with the letter H. I will soon be with you for the pairing."

Behind the screen, I quickly removed all clothes an placed it in a small bag labeled "Eric J. Bordan". Before me were three doors, labeled H, L and GM. As I approached the H-door, it opened and let me in. Behind me, the receptionist had almost finished checking in the next passenger in line.

Inside, I saw four other travellers, two men and two women all as naked as the day they were born. Very soon two more women and a man had arrived. Then the receptionist entered the room, he was the only one dressed. I looked at the women, one was quite old, the rest looked like they were in their thirties like me. All of them looked quite hot as they were floating naked in zero gravity.

"Please pair up two and two for the flight," the receptionist said.

We all knew why. We would be travelling through hyperspace, outside the real universe. Perhaps it is the total isolation from all other humans, perhaps it is something else, but hyperspace will quickly drive you mad. Within a few hours your mind will be gone, and soon after you body dies. The only known antidote is sex; continuous sex during the days spend between the stars.

I looked at a woman my own age, she looked Scandinavian with light skin and short blonde hair. Her breasts were medium sized, and between her legs a dense blonde bush. I looked her in the eyes and smiled. She smiled back, and began floating in my direction.

"I am Karina, should we travel together?"

"Eric. I would love to."

She pulled herself closer to me, embraced me and wrapped her legs around my body. I could feel her warm naked skin against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest.

The receptionist came over, carrying a small syringe. He gently gave me an injection in the shoulder.

"The Space Viagra, I presume." I said.

He nodded, looking displeased at my choice of words. Calling Ludinazol for Space Viagra was generally frowned upon. Ludinazol induces a semi-erection that lasts for a week. It does not make the dick so hard that the blood flow in the erectile tissue completely stops, so there will be no pain and no damage from maintaining that state for days. Sexual desire will bring on the full erection needed for serious intercourse, but the Ludinazol will prevent the dick from going flaccid once the inevitable orgasm has happened. My dick will be able to remain in Karina's pussy for the entire trip, ensuring our survival.

"You have to choose a position," the receptionist said. "Only the 69 and missionary positions can be maintained for sufficiently long while providing enough stimulation of the sexual organs. For heterosexuals, I strongly recommend the missionary position as that will make passing water much less messy, and allow you to eat almost normally."

"Missionary it is," Karina said. "At least in space we don't have to argue about who goes on top!"

Then two female crew members emerged from the air lock of the ship, both were wearing bikinis with the space ship logo on the tits. I wondered where the male was, all space ship crews reportedly consisted of two women and a man. There surely was a reason for that, but it was a well guarded trade secret, as almost anything related to interstellar travel.

Karina and I began to kiss and fondle each other, until she was wet and I was stiff. One of the crew members approached as I slowly penetrated Karina. The crew member began placing a harness on us, while we tried to keep reasonably still. Soon we were tied closely together. Straps around our upper bodies and shoulders kept our chests pressed together. A belt kept our bellies pressed against each other, and belts around our thighs kept our sexual organs in place, my dick inside her pussy where it would remain for four days. We began kissing as the crew loaded us into a tiny capsule in the space ship. Butt plugs connected to tubes were inserted to remove solid waste.

We were both eager to fuck, and had the first orgasm before the ship had even departed. Soon after we could feel the ship leaving the space station, as the acceleration created a faint gravity. It only lasted for a few minutes, once we were a kilometer away from the space station the engines were switched off, and we jumped to hyperspace.

The effect was an instantaneous and overwhelming longing for Karina. I needed to fuck her more than I needed anything else in life, and clearly she felt the same about me. I could only pull my dick halfway out of her pussy, but that was enough to fuck her. I heard the slapping of our flesh, felt the wetness coming from her, and then I screamed as I came in her. My dick remained in her, and now it was her turn to come. Contraction after contraction around my dick as she had what was probably the best orgasm in her life. It had barely ended when she began kissing me eagerly, with her tongue deep in my mouth. I tried to grind the base of my dick against her clit. It worked, we both became even more aroused, and fucked again. And again. And again. Eventually, exhaution overcame her, and she either passed out or fell asleep. In her sleep, her arms held me tightly, and I fucked her until I too passed out.

All my dreams were wet dreams, and in them I fucked Karina in positions that were barely possible and certainly not while tied together. Then I woke up, and found that she was eagerly fucking me. I was wet all over, she had pissed and in zero gravity the piss was clinging to our bodies. I needed to piss too, but had no choice, I did it inside her. She responded by kissing me. The smell of piss, sweat and come was overwhelming. There was no better smell than her smell, no better sexual partner in the universe than her!

We lost track of time. We ate the bland paste from the feeding tubes, and drank the water. We kissed, and we pissed, and we fucked, and we slept. Mostly, we fucked. And when one of us slept, the other kept the fucking going. All sense of time was lost, while our joined bodies were covered by a thin layer of piss and sweat.

Finally, something changed. We both felt it. We had left hyperspace, but that did not lessen our need and desire for each other. But it did allow us to think a bit more clearly. The pod was opened, and we were gently pulled out. The butt plugs were disconnected and removed, and we were strapped onto a gurney. We still fucked as the gurney was moved into an elevator. As it descended the spoke of the rotating space station, gravity slowly returned. Karina was on top of me as we were rolled into a room. We still fucked as if our lives depended on it, but at least I could now follow what happened around us. Two persons dressed as nurses began removing the straps that held us on the gurney, and the ones that bound us together. In the background were a naked man and a woman, the man sporting an erection, and the woman with a finger on her clit. I wondered what was going on.

Then one of the nurses spoke. "We will separate you now. There will be a moment of confusion, maybe even of panic. Try to breathe heavily and relax, you will be all right!"

They carefully lifted Karina off me. I could see fear and confusion on her face. Then panic hit me. I was going to die! My body got stiff, my breathing fast. Something was wrong, my death was close!

A voice shouted "Laura!"

My body shook, then I felt the touch of bare skin, of a pussy engulfing my dick. Panic subsided. The naked woman who had been standing by was now fucking me, riding me cowgirl style.

"Relax. You are safe! I am here," she said in a soothing voice.

I managed to slow my breathing, and soon the panic was gone.

"What is going on? Who are you?" I asked.

At first she did not answer, she continued to fuck me until she came. That did not slow her down, but now she looked me in the eyes.

"I am called Laura, and I am a space whore. You have Hyperspace Withdrawal Syndrome, and I am curing you. It happens to a quarter of all first time travellers, don't worry it will pass. I will fuck you until you are cured."

As she spoke, the two nurses rolled the gurney into a smaller room, and left us alone. They were obviously preparing to separate the next pair.

"How long..."

"We'll see. For most, it only lasts a few hours. Some need a day or two, but that is very few. I have the record of the longest known case, by far. When I arrived here they had to have male space whores fuck me non-stop for nineteen days before the withdrawal symptoms stopped. I could not walk for a week! They say the second-longest case was eight days. But most are cured after a few hours."

I already felt much better, although I had no doubt the panic would return if she stopped fucking me. I needed an orgasm, but it would not come, not after four days of non-stop fucking in space.

"I am glad that there are two weeks to my connecting flight."

"That is why. Mainly, your body needs to recover after hyperspace, but there should also be time for treating HWS. And to pay back the dept of your treatment."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Space whores are necessary for safe travel. You will be expected to return the favor, and to fuck one or more other patients, in principle for as long as you were treated yourself. More or less, depending on the need. But in average expect to serve around half the time you were treated, the rest is done by volunteers."

Laura leaned forward until she was no longer riding me, but lying on top of me. I felt her small breasts against my chest, and her breath on my face. I tried to kiss her gently. She kissed me back, then she started to lick my face.

"I must be smelling terribly, I have fucked for four days without a shower."

"You stink," she said. "You stink of sex, of sweat, of piss. And I can smell the woman you flew with. And I love it, both the smell and the taste!"

Then it struck me. "If you needed treatment for nineteen days, then you have to be a space whore for nineteen days."

"Yes," she said.

"And that is nineteen days of fucking. And most of us need only some hours each. That is a lot of people you need to fuck."

I tried not to look as horrified as I felt. But she just smiled. It looked like she was holding something important back.

"How far are you in paying it back?"

She grinned. "There is a limit, no-one is required more than 100 hours of service. It still took me six months. They offered to let me go after three, but I declined. That was almost two years ago, I have been volunteering ever since. I earn my living as a reactor safety scientist, but I live for being a space whore! Now shut up and lick me!"

She quickly turned around, into the 69 position. I smelled her arousal as I began eating her out. First she took my dick deep into her mouth, but then she began playing with her tongue on my glans. It did not take long before we both came, and she swallowed it all. We continued for perhaps an hour in the 69 position, before she turned around once more. She stayed on top, and I let her do it, I was way too tired to take a more active role.

An hour and four orgasms later (three for her, one for me) I felt something change. I still wanted to fuck her, but I no longer needed it. She felt the change, too.

"I think you are cured. Let's try to stop. Breathe deeply and slowly as I dismount."

I did as she said, and this time the feeling of panic was faint and rapidly faded.

"We need a shower," she said, and let me out of the very small and by now quite stuffy room. Showering together was pleasant, but I was too tired to do much. Then we dressed. As I left, she kissed me a last time.

"We may meet again, but we will not have sex again. Don't even try. I am a space whore, and only that kind of whore."

"I understand. But I would love to share a glass of wine with you one day, and chat."

"Perhaps," she said. "Perhaps. But soon you will be travelling on."

I left the spaceport and stepped out on the curved main street of the space station. Soon I found my hotel, the Hotel Minbari. The lobby was decorated with a cylindrical space station and other scenes from some ancient sci-fi show.

I was given a room, and slept for 36 hours. It took me a week before I felt fully recovered, then I contacted the spaceport authorities, and asked if they needed my service.

"We do," they said. "We have a spaceship from Sulimo-4 coming in tomorrow, and we could use a male on stand-by."

I showed up at the space station next day. We were three space whores on duty; me, Laura and a guy named Peter. Laura would handle the heterosexual men and the lesbians, Peter the gay men and I would handle the heterosexual women. Two of the regular employees were also duplicating as backup space whores. If one of us would be needed then one of them would strip down and be ready. We were in the observation lounge, waiting for the ship to emerge. Then it flashed into existence, right in the middle of the screen.

"Spaceship Hamilton has emerged within 72 meters of the expected emergence point. Remote control established and automated docking initiated." a voice announced.

"Wow!" Laura said. "72 meters, that is precision navigation!"

"Precise emergence at the destination is the most difficult part of space travel," she explained, clearly for my benefit. "And all the more impressive considering that the flight from Sulimo-4 is a bit over five days. The crew must be exhausted."

"Is that why the docking is remote controlled?" I ask.

"Yes. Even an experienced crew will be disoriented after returning to normal space. They will not be able to make critical decisions for at least half an hour."

It took almost an hour for the ship to dock, and then we were asked to strip. Since all passengers had been in space before they were unlikely to develop HWS, but we still had to be on stand-by. So Peter was ready while they separated a gay couple in the 69 position, and then Laura and I were ready for the hetero couples. Every time I would use my hand to get hard, and Laura would use her fingers to get wet, but in the end we were not needed until the last couple came down from the ship. It was two women.

"Eric, you may be needed here. One of the women is actually heterosexual, she just consented to travel with a woman as otherwise she would have had to wait to the next flight. But she has asked for a male space whore if necessary. And it might very well be, she has not flown for 15 years, so her risk is almost as high as a newbie."

A gurney with the couple was rolled in, a young woman on top of a middle-aged one, desperately sucking each others' pussies. The harness was opened, and the young woman was lifted off her partner. She looked briefly disoriented, and needed to be supported. Her partner was breathing heavily, then she began shaking.

"Eric!" the supervisor called.

I rushed to the woman. She was in a panic as I crawled between her legs. Fortunately, I knew exactly what to do. I placed my dick at her pussy, and quickly pushed it all the way in. She was extremely wet and almost slimy. I fucked her hard, and quickly her panic subsided. Soon, she was smiling at me.

"Thank you for saving me."

"My pleasure," I said. "I will try to hold out as long as possible, but once I come I will need to pull out. Then we shift into a 69 until I get stiff again."

She nodded, and moaned in pleasure. I could see exhaustion in her face, her hair was messy and caked with dried pussy juice and piss. She stank of sex. But I din't care, I kissed her as I plowed her, until I could no longer hold back my orgasm. She smiled as I came inside her, and I continued to fuck her until my dick went flaccid. Then I turned around, put my dick into her now open mouth, and dived into her crotch. She was unshaved, and her smell was overwhelming; she had been leaking pussy juice non-stop for five days. I almost gagged. But I also found it strongly arousing as I began licking her clit. I let my tongue run over her slit and her clit, then I pressed it inside her cunt. I could feel her tongue play with my dick. I moved my mouth back on her clit, and stuck two fingers inside her, massaging her g-point. It did not take long to bring her to orgasm. Her body shook, and she squirted a bit.

I continued licking her, and she sucked me. I sensed that perhaps she was getting close to another orgasm, but I was not able to bring her over the edge. After perhaps another fifteen minutes, I felt my cock growing in her mouth, and she began to gag. I pulled out, turned around, and started fucking her once more in the missionary position. She wrapped her legs around me, hugged me with all her strength, and kissed me hungrily. I fucked her hard, and could feel my orgasm approach as she finally came. She literally screamed in ecstasy. Then the urgency left her face.

"I think I am OK now. You can stop."

I stopped fucking her, although I had not managed to come a second time. As I pulled out, I saw a few seconds of panic in her face, but then she was OK. I helped her stand up, and supported her as we went to shower together. I washed her body, and got the first chance to look her over properly. She looked exhausted, but other than that she was in fine shape for her age. A little chubby, and her breasts a sagging a bit, but a woman I would gladly spend the night with. But she was tired, so tired that she was passively letting me wash her everywhere, without trying to reciprocate. I washed myself quickly, and helped her out of the shower. I dried her, and then myself, and we sat down on a bench to dress. She needed my help. Then she leaned on me as we left the spaceport. I knew there were free rooms at the Minbari, so I supported her as we walked through the space station to the hotel. I helped her check in, and followed her to her room where I tucked her in before going to the bar for a well-deserved drink.

Not long after it was time for my own flight to Sulimo-4. I showed up at the space station, confirmed my sexuality, and undressed. Around fifteen people were floating naked in the pairing room, my eyes were drawn to the stunning black beauty. I had seen her in the station the day before, she looked exactly like Amanda Zorgla, the famous supermodel who unexpected announced her early retirement almost a year ago, and then vanished from the public eye. Perhaps it was Zorgla, although why on Earth would she be out here among the stars? That seemed unlikely.

But even if she was not Zorgla, she was certainly way out of my league. A handsome young man with six-pack and everything floated towards her. She smiled back and nodded when he asked her something. Then she said something, he looked troubled and shook his head before answering. Now she looked dejected, and they separated against.

I realized that I had been staring. So did she. But her reaction was to push gently off and float towards me. She grabbed a strap to stop, but didn't get a proper hold. Instead she had to grab my shoulder, before bumping gently into me.

"Sorry about that," she said. "I am Amanda, would you like to fly with me?"

"Absolutely!" I said. "Eric, by the way."

"But there is a catch, Eric. I suffer from vaginal cramps. I can have intercourse if is done quickly, but having your dick in my pussy for five days is out of the question. We have do fly in 69."

"Is that what freaked out that good-looking young guy?"

"Yes, he realized that I would be pissing in his face for five days. Can you handle that?"

"I think so. Space flight is messy in any position. And it helps that you are kind of pretty."

"Kind of pretty!" she said with indignation in her voice. "You think I am kind of pretty? Nobody has ever dared call me that!"

"Okay, I admit it. You are by far the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, whether naked or dressed."

"That's better! You seem to have a sense of humor, that is good. If I am to have your dick in my mouth for five days it matters that you are somebody I could like if I got a chance to know you better. 69 it is, then!"

A member of the ground crew came over to prepare us.

"If you fly in 69, you cannot eat and have to be fed intravenously..."

"I can see why I have to, I have a dick in my mouth," Amanda interrupted, "but why can't he eat normally?"

"He probably could, but we can't count on it. Hyperspace will erode his strength of will, and he may not be able to let go of your pussy in order to eat. Anyway, in the hospitals intravenous feeding is done through the wrist, but you are going to be rubbing your arms against each other's bodies, so we will use a vein on your lower leg instead. Let me prepare you."

She prepared us for intravenous feeding, and inserted butt plugs to take care of the solid waste we would be producing during the first day or so. Then we were placed in a 69 position and harnessed together. Two female crew members pulled us on board, stowed us in a pod, and connected us to the feeding and excretion systems.

"How are you doing down there," Amanda asked me.

"Fine. Your pussy smells almost as good as you look!"

"First you insult my looks by calling me 'kind of pretty'. Then you claim that I am only looking slightly better than my stinking pussy smells! Can you show some respect?"

I did not get a chance to come up with a snarky reply, she took my dick in her mouth and pushed the foreskin back with her lips before letting her tongue roll over the edge of the glans. I moaned into her hairy pussy.

Her bush was nicely trimmed, but rather thick and as black as her skin. I could smell her arousal, I had not lied when I claimed I liked her smell. I kissed her nether lips, and began running my tongue over them, and licking her crotch. So far I teased her by staying away from her pussy.

Soon we moved into hyperspace, and all considerations about edging her vanished. I sucked eagerly on her clit, stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could manage, and tried to lick everywhere while sucking out her juices. In the other end, she gave me the most amazing blow job before taking my full length into her throat. I came in her throat as she squirted into my mouth.

I knew not how long we had made love when the urge to piss overcame me. I managed to take my mouth away from her marvellous cunt long enough to speak a few words.

"I am going to piss, you may want to spit out my dick!"

"M-m" was all the reply I got, and she did not spit it out. I pissed in her mouth, she clearly struggled but managed to drink it all. Then she 'retaliated' by pissing in my face. I caught some of it in my mouth, but most ended up in my face and hair, and in the lack of gravity spread out over my back. I knew that any piss that reached the walls of the pod would be absorbed, and in my absurd hyperspace-induced sexual state I thought that would be a waste.

Day after day we spent our time stimulating each other orally, pissing in and on each other, and occasionally sleeping for a few hours. We were pissing a lot more than during the last flight, I supposed the intravenous food had to be diluted with a lot of water. I found Amanda's mouth even more stimulating that Karina's pussy had been, and tried to give her clit and slit as much love as I could. We lost track of time, and when we felt the ship leaving hyperspace we were grateful and utterly exhausted.

We were pulled out of the spaceship and onto the space station, where they released the harness binding us together. We were very unwilling to let go of each other, but once they had pulled us apart (and a few seconds of panic had faded into nothing), we floated weightless in front of each other. We were both wet everywhere, totally soaked by her piss - she had never spilled a drop of mine!

We were guided into a zero-gravity shower. We both had to grab a handle with each hand, and a strap with each foot. Then it worked a lot like an automated car wash. An arm moved up and down, spraying us with water while a strong fan blew the drops downwards, away from our faces. Then it sprayed us again with soap. We were clearly supposed to clean ourselves, but Amanda was too dazzled after hyperspace so I had to rub her body as well as my own. Then we were rinsed, and could leave and dry ourselves. In the meantime, the bags with our clothes had been delivered, and we got dressed.

I have never seen a person as exhausted as Amanda. I had to help her into the shuttle taking us the two kilometers from the space port to The Tower, and then into the pod. She hugged me from behind, held onto me and let me do all the zero-gravity acrobatics, which quite frankly was not that hard.

The Tower! The main reason for Sulimo-4's prosperity. Nowhere else has mankind built a space elevator, but Sulimo-4 is much smaller and much denser than Earth; the surface gravity is as on Earth but gravity drops off much faster with altitude. A cable woven from carbon nanotubes had been lowered from geostationary orbit to the surface. On Earth, no material is strong enough to carry its own weight in this way, but on Sulimo-4 it works, reducing the cost of moving stuff into space (and exporting it to other planets) by a very large factor.

We were in the third pod in the descending train, and as soon as we were strapped in Amanda rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I promised myself to stay awake during the eight hour descent; the view from the Tower of Sulimo-4 should be one of the wonders of the Universe, in particular during the lower third of the trip. Alas, I did not see it and woke up when we arrived.

We took a surface train from the foot of the Tower. Amanda was in much better shape, and I trusted she could find her apartment when she left the train two stops before me. I had no problems finding mine, but was amazed by its size. A kitchen, a living room, a spacious bedroom, a bathroom with both shower and tub, and an extra room perhaps intended as a home office or guest room. I would never have been able to afford such luxury back on crowded Earth.

On that first day my main interest was the bedroom. I slept for almost 24 hours, but by then I had almost overcome the after-effects of hyperspace. It was time to visit my new workplace.

Duncan, the local manager, received me and introduced me. It must be a bit strange to introduce your new boss when he himself knew everything much better than me. But he did not seem to mind, and I got a very good first impression of him. He appeared to be very competent and good with people.

During the first two weeks I had to change my opinion of him from "very competent" to "exceedingly competent". In fact, I already then began suspecting that he had been running the show for my predecessor, and just let him take the credit. My main task was to keep an eye on things, suggest what should be improved (not much!), and report back to Earth weekly. Communication was by Hyperspace Telegraphy. I honestly knew nothing about how it worked, but a message could be transmitted in the same time it would take a spaceship to fly the distance. A direct flight between Earth and Sulimo-4 would take seven days. A well-trained crew would survive that, but most likely some of the passengers would die, hence the need to take the detour through Epsilon Eridani. But messages could be send directly. A seven day transmission time each way meant that I would not get a reply to my reports in time for the next report, and usually not even before the next one again.

After two weeks at Sulimo-4 I gradually recovered my interest in the opposite sex, and began thinking about Amanda again. Friday afternoon I decided to send her a short text message, asking her if she was interested in meeting me for a cup of coffee. Her reply was terse but promising: 'Tomorrow, Cafe Julian, Noon.'

I showed up five minutes before noon. It turned out that the cafe had outdoor serving, and Amanda was already there. She was hard to miss: a tall and stunning black woman in a bright red dress. We ordered food, and soon we were talking about how we were settling into our new lives. Then we had two large coffees, and the waiter recommended their chocolate cakes.

"This cake is just amazing," Amanda exclaimed when she tasted it.

"Absolutely," I said, "It is the second-best thing I ever tasted!"

"Oh, what is the... Dammit, Eric, behave!"

While finishing the coffees, I talked about how amazing it was to live in such a non-crowded place. How I was living in an apartment that on Earth would be for a whole family.

"Speaking of which, I would love to see your apartment," she said. "In particular your bedroom."

Obviously, I settled the bill really quickly, and then we walked to my new home. Inside, we went directly for the bedroom.

"Please undress me."

I unzipped her red dress, and she stepped out of it. She was wearing lacy panties and no bra. I helped her out of the panties, and she stood naked in front of me. Tall, almost as tall as me. Slim, but not skinny as so many models are, and with two large breasts almost defying gravity. Between her legs a well-trimmed bush that I knew so well.

"Just one thing. No blow-jobs. It will be a while before I want a dick in my mouth again."

"No problem. May I go down on you?"

"Sure. Do you really want that if I don't reciprocate?"

I nod. "Yes, I like it."

We embraced in the bed, and then I began covering her with kisses. Face, tits and nipples, belly, and finally her bush and pussy. She spread her legs for me, and I licked her tasty slit until she almost came.

"Now fuck me in the pussy. But be gentle, really gentle!"

I was gentle, and looked gently into her eyes as I slowly fucked her. I felt amazing, and she clearly loved it. I felt my orgasm approach when she stopped me.

"Pull out! Now!"

I pulled out.

"It's the fucking cramps. Sometimes I manage to come first, but not today. Can you do ass instead, I have lube in the handbag?"

I grabbed the lube, and began applying it to her rosebud. As I touched it, she relaxed and let first one and soon after two finger inside her. When she was well lubed up, I placed my dick at her back door.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes! And don't be gentle. My ass can take a good pounding!"

I slowly pushed inside her. It was much tighter than her pussy, and I tried not to hurt her.

"Yes! Harder!"

I fucked her harder, it felt great, and I could feel my climax approaching. She beat me to it, her whole body shook and she screamed into the pillow as she came. I continued, and finally delivered my load in her ass.

"Thank you, I really needed that. This is the best kind of sex!"

"I am not sure many women would agree with you on that," I said as we laid down to cuddle.

"Maybe not. What about you, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No not yet. And I never wanted to. But after seeing how you reacted, maybe..."

"Maybe some day I'll buy a strap-on and fuck your ass. But now I need to kiss you. And then maybe dinner."

We spent another hour in bed, then I offered her dinner.

"I have home-made lasagna in the freezer. And goulash, if you prefer."

"Really?" She seemed surprised.

"I like cooking, as long as it is only a few times per week. So usually I cook for four or five days, and freeze it. I recommend the lasagna."

They say the shortest path to a man's heart is through his stomach. Perhaps the same goes for women, at least Amanda was very happy after dinner, and immediately said yes when I asked if she wanted to stay for the night.

We slept naked together, and the next morning I had her facesit me until I made her come with my tongue. Then we had breakfast, naked, before she finally dressed and left.

"Can we meet again?"

"Maybe," she said. "But don't count on it."

I waited until Thursday before I called her.

"Can I invite you to lunch at Cafe Julian," I asked.

"No," she said, and made a pause. "But you can invite me to lunch in your apartment. I'll be there at noon on Saturday. I expect a delicious lunch, clean sheets on your bed, and that you are naked when I arrive."

And so it was! And it became a habit, a most pleasant one. Every Saturday she would come to my place, and we would spend the time together naked. After a few weeks she was ready to have a dick in her mouth again, and 69 became our favorite position, although we also both enjoyed when I took her anally.

We decided to try to train her vaginal cramps away. I would fuck her slowly and gently in the missionary position, and we would try to stop just before the cramps began. We did not have much hope that it would work, but we could at least enjoy attempting it. After six weeks we had gained enough intuitive feeling for each others bodies to reliably stop just barely before the cramps would begin. And that was key to success, it took another four months were we could ever so slowly increase the time spent in the missionary position, until finally she had an orgasm in that position. Of course, rough sex in her pussy remained impossible, but she wanted that in the ass anyway.

It was around that time that we got our "sex song". Amanda found it somewhere, an ancient rock song performed by a fat male artist, but she claimed it was about our relationship. She played it while we were cuddling in bed, at first I found it unremarkable until we reached the refrain. "I want you, I want you. I need you, I need you. But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you, but don't be sad, don't be sad cause two out of thee ain't bad!"

I began giggling, and we both exploded in laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"Yes, that is us," I said. "I need you, I want you, I long for your body. I love being with you, I love your company as much as having sex with you. But it is true, we are not in love. We are fuck-friends, not lovers. I don't know what is wrong with us, but..."

"Hyperspace," she said.

"Yes, it made a bond between us. I guess that means that our relationship is unhealthy. I guess we should break up, but I really really don't want to do that!"

"Don't worry, I don't want that either. I can live without true love if I can get sex with you. And now I want your tongue in my pussy!"

"Facesit me, then..."

So we played that ancient song whenever we met. And we made love to each other. And we talked about life, and opened up about our frustrations. My main problem was absurd: my job was too easy, to the point of boredom. Duncan was running everything much more smoothly than I would ever be able to. I did not like taking credit for his work, so I insisted that he co-signed the reports we sent to Earth, and I always explicitly mentioned his role. At some point I wrote directly to the headquarters on Earth that I was really not needed here, and recommended that they would not appoint a successor when my contract expired. The answer I got back was very carefully formulated, but I could easily read the real message between the lines. They knew fully well that I was not needed, but the investors did not trust an off-worlder and wanted an Earth-born in charge.

That was about the time that I began looking for another job. Not that I planned to leave before my one year contract expired, but I did not plan on extending it. And I had abandoned my original plan of living here for a few years and then return to Earth as a reasonably wealthy person. Life here was so much better than on Earth, not just because of Amanda. There was room to live in! Earth was horribly crowded, Sulimo-4 was not although it was the largest of the colonies. And perhaps I would see other worlds, explore the galaxy. Or at least the tiny, tiny corner of the galaxy that humans have reached...

After nine months of having sex with Amanda every Saturday, she suddenly send a short message cancelling our next meeting. I assumed she had to do something, but it was strange that she gave no reason. But I did not own her, and felt disinclined to pry. When she cancelled the following week, too, with very short notice I got worried and tried to call her. But she did not take my calls or reply to my messages until another half week had passed. Then she called me.

"We need to meet and talk. Saturday at the usual time?"

"Yes, we do. Saturday is fine," I replied. "But perhaps we should meet at a cafe..."

"No, we meet at your place. We need to be able to talk privately. And we need your bed, I plan on fucking your brains out! All night, if possible."

"Sure, great!" I said, confused. I had expected her to break up. But perhaps she wanted to end it with a bang.

She came as promised, and immediately disrobed. We hugged each other, and kissed, but I could feel that something was off.

"What's wrong, Amanda?"

"There is no kind way to say this. We have to break up. I have found my soulmate, the true love of my life. The man I want to grow old with."

"Then maybe we should not fuck. You should be faithful to him."

"Yes, but not today. Today is the day for goodbye-fucks, for him as well as for me. He is space-crew. Or rather was, he has to stop doing that now. And right now he is giving his crew-mates their goodbye-fuck, I expect him to do it so thoroughly that none of them can walk tomorrow! And I want to do the same to you. Come!"

Against my better judgment, I allowed her to lead me to the bed. She fucked me in the cowgirl position, with rare urgency. I reached up and cupped her fabulous breasts, ran my hands over her smooth black skin. I had become used to sex with Amanda, but now that I knew I was going to lose her, it was as if I saw her amazing beauty with new eyes. She came, and squirted onto my belly long before I was ready, but she just kept going. When I finally came inside me she leaned forward and kissed me. I hugged her, and for a while we just enjoyed the warmth and closeness of each other.

"What are you going to do now," she asked. "Will you return to Earth or stay here?"

"Oh, I'll definitely stay here. There is no doubt that it is what I want. Even without you."

"Have you found a new job yet?"

"No, there is still time. And many opportunities, that will not be a problem."

"I hear that there is a spaceship that needs a male crew member," she said jokingly.

"Well, I know nothing about space flight. It is all top secret."

She looked surprised. "No, not here."

"What do you mean?"

"It is top secret on Earth," she explained. "The governments suppress most information about spaceflight, and the companies have been forced to accept that. But out here all the information is available. How could they otherwise recruit? But I don't think it's a job for you, it's too easy!"

She got out of bed, and fetched the strap-on. I bent over and let her apply the lube. I did not let her peg me often, but today I needed it. I relaxed my muscles as she slowly pressed the dildo into me. I had learned to take it without any pain, but it was still an intense feeling, and the dildo she had chosen was long. I felt so filled up! I came way too fast, jizzing into the bed.

"Continue," I moaned, and she continued.

She did not stop gently fucking my ass until my dick had become hard again. Then she pulled out, and we swapped positions. I fucked her ass much harder, as she liked it, and soon it was her turn to come and my turn to just continue...

It became a long afternoon and a long night. We slept until lunchtime Sunday, and had our last naked meal together. I had tears in my eyes as she left my apartment.

I had to think of something else than Amanda! I sat down at the computer, and opened the most used online encyclopedia here on Sulimo, jokingly known as the Encyclopedia Galactica. I found the entry for spaceship crews.

"A spaceship crew consists of three people. The captain (always female), the pilot (usually female), and the stimulator (always male). The captains role is..."

I read with fascination. Then I checked the job market, indeed the crew of the Idunn were looking for a new stimulator. I looked for more information about crews, and read multiple articles and an interesting autobiography written by a stimulator. By midnight I felt I had a pretty good impression of how my life would be if I applied. There was prestige in being captain or pilot, not so much in being stimulator. But even he gets to travel the galaxy. I had not yet made up my mind.

Wednesday I wrote the application. Friday they replied. The job interview was Monday morning.

I showed up at the Space Guild building, wearing casual business clothes. It was my impression that space crew were rarely particularly formal, so I chose to be presentable but relaxed. The Guild buildings were where space crew lived between missions, but it also contained offices and administration. Some crew had a base where they owned a home, often on Sulimo. Others were the nomads of space with no true home but their spaceship.

The receptionist greeted me, and told me to go upstairs to an office on the second floor. I knocked and entered. I was greeted by two women. To my surprise, they were both naked.

"Hi, you must be Eric. I am Leyla, this is Lotte," the darker of them said.

"Thanks for receiving me. It looks like I am somewhat overdressed." I said with a smile.

Leyla laughed. "It is more like we are underdressed! But most crew develop a strong aversion to wearing clothes. Not all, but most. Lotte and I prefer to be naked when we can get away with it. And this is our office, our rules. Please sit down."

I sat down, while enjoying the sight of the two women. Leyla had long black hair and brow eyes. Her breasts were medium sized with large areolas. The bush between her legs was not very dense, but black and very visible against her skin. Her skin color was like my own, thin coffee with way too much milk. Lotte was one of the whitest person I had ever seen, were it not for her bright blue eyes I would have thought her an albino. Her hair was light blonde bordering on white, and her dense bush was white. Her breasts were much larger than Leyla's, and sagged a bit under their own weight.

The interview was very informal. We talked about space travel, about life as a crew member, and about life in general. They clearly wanted to get to know me, to get an impression of my personality. Then, after a few hours, Lotte changed the subject.

"I think it is time for the physical test. Please remove your clothes, and get between my legs. Use your mouth to make me come!"

I stripped naked under four very watchful eyes, then Lotte spread her legs and I dived in. I could smell her arousal as I dived into her bush. I began licking, trying to stimulate both her clit and her slit. I could hear her breathing become heavier and her pussy became wetter. The smooth pussy hair rubbed against my face as I licked her. Suddenly she grabbed my head with both hands, pushed it hard against her crotch, and almost screamed as she came. I was close to coming onto the floor when she let me go.

"That looked good," Leyla said.

"It was. Try him out!"

So I did the same for Leyla. Her smell was different, much more musky. And her bush did not to the same extend rub against my face. But I enjoyed her no less than Lotte. It took longer before Leyla came, and this time I delivered my load on the floor.

"Oh my, you really liked doing this. Excellent," Leyla said. "Now let's sit together in the sofa."

They put me between them, and I placed an arm behind each of them, gently fondling their breasts.

"We need to meet you again before we make up our minds. Let's meet tomorrow for dinner at a good restaurant, to get to know each other a bit better. And you should think about this, too. This is not just another job, this is for life! We will do a test flight of course, and if it does not work out we will separate. And we can still change our minds after two flights, maybe after three. But then it will be too late, we will be emotionally bound to each other forever," Lotte explained.

"Only in the unlikely case that one of us meets his or her true love and soulmate will we ever separate," Leyla continued. "True love will trump hyperspace-induced love."

"I guess that is what happened to Peter," I said. I had already told them that I had been regularly sleeping with the woman to whom they lost their partner. That did not seem to bother them.

"Yes, and it is very hard for Lotte and me. We love him so much, miss him so much. But we both know that after a few flights you will have taken that place in our hearts. It feels hard to believe right now, but we know it will happen."

Two weeks later I had resigned my job and took up my commission as stimulator on the Idunn. The first flight would be to Eden. Lotte and Leyla were clearly excited about going "home to Eden", but when I asked about it they just told me to wait and see.

We went up the Tower, this time I got the full enjoyment of the view. On the station, we quickly made it to the Idunn, where the girls gave me a tour of the starship before we began preparing it for departure. The Idunn was a small ship, we were carrying four couples on this flight, with two flight-pods empty, so the loading of passengers was quickly done. Lotte and I returned to the cockpit while Leyla got the last couple, two women, hooked up.

The cockpit was a small almost ellipsoidal room with all walls covered by screens. In the middle there was a padded bench, with padding shaped to accommodate the back side of my body. I laid down and Lotte quickly tied me down with a band across my chest, preventing me from floating away. I bent my hips while she inserted the butt plug for waste removal, then she placed a second band across my thighs. Then she gave me the injection of space viagra. When Leyla returned my member had already begun to swell. Lotte and Leyla did the rock-paper-scissors game to decide who would be captain this time. Lotte lost, and took the pilots seat on my chest. She adjusted my headrest, so my mouth was pressed against her pussy, then she pressed a button. A small motor pulled the ropes attached to her ankles until she was firmly held in place.

Then Leyla took the captains seat, straddling me. She inserted my now very hard dick into herself...

"Don't start fucking her yet," Lotte admonished.

... then her ankle ropes also pulled her tight onto me. Both women spent the next five minutes touching buttons on the screens. Then I felt Leyla relax.

"Idunn to Tower Control. We are ready to depart."

"Tower Control to starship Idunn, you are cleared for departure."

"Take us out, Lotte."

Lotte got busy, and I could feel the starship move. I could also feel the muscles in Leyla's pussy tighten around my dick, and Lotte's soft pubic hair against my face.

"We are ready for hyperspace," Lotte announced.

"Take us in."

The change was immediate. Leyla began grinding against my dick, and Lotte against my face. I began sucking and licking Lotte as if her life depended on it (which of course it did!), while moving my pelvis to stimulate Leyla as much as possible. Remarkably, the two women kept their concentration and navigated the ship through the eddies of hyperspace and safely in the direction of Eden. After an hour or so we were so deep into hyperspace that they could relax more, although one of them would be keeping an eye on the screens at all time. Leyla moved her hands from the screen to Lotte's tits, and began playing with them. By then, we had all had several orgasms, but continued to grind against each other.

Both women had thin pipes they could drink from, and Lotte in particular drank from hers often. Eventually, she looked down at me.

"Are you thirsty?"

I tried to make an affirmative sound into her pussy.

"Open your mouth, then."

I did, and she gently pissed into my mouth. I drank her thin piss, she would be keeping me hydrated through the trip. After a few hours, and after I had lost track of how many orgasms I had, Lotte and Leyla opened a foods bars and ate them.

"Are you hungry?"

Again, I grunted affirmatively into Lotte's private parts. She loosened the ropes holding her down, and lifted herself from my face. She hurriedly stuffed a food bar into my mouth and I wolfed it down. It took almost a minute which felt like an eternity, before I could once again press my lips against her juicy and tasty cunt.

Soon after, Lotte napped for a few hours. Then it was Leyla's turn. Even when sleeping their bodies responded to my stimulation. When Leyla woke up, it was my turn to nap. I dreamt about sex, and continued to fuck them in my sleep. And so we crossed the light-years, taking turns to sleep but never pausing from fucking. Leyla and Lotte would drink water, Lotte drank for two and passed it on to me through her body. When Leyla pissed it splattered against my belly and Lotte's back, and often she would need to wipe the screens. After what felt like an eternity the activity level in the cockpit rose sharply - we were approaching Eden. The cockpit was almost hectic the last half hour or so, then Lotte seemed to relax, and announced.

"Emergence in three... two... one... NOW!"

And we were back in normal space. It was like being hit by a hammer. Both women let go of their bladders, I did not even try to drink Lotte's, it splashed against my face. I probably pissed myself, I could not even tell. We were completely dazed for five to ten minutes, before slowly regaining our senses.

"You can stop eating me out now," Lotte said.

It took all my willpower to stop, but I managed. Then she loosened the ropes, and moved a bit back on my chest, separating her pussy from my mouth, and also giving me a tremendous view of her naked body. I enjoyed the view while the computers docked the spaceship.

After leaving the spaceship we had a quick zero-g shower, unfortunately in a cabin that could only fit one at a time. Then I donned my shorts, the ladies insisted that Eden was so warm that I needed nothing more.

"What about you, are you going to remain naked?" I asked when they did not get dressed.

"Yes. Eden is quite relaxed regarding nudity. We have a stash of clothes at every world we visit, except here were we never wear anything. Come."

Eden was a 'habitat', a hollow cylinder carved from a metallic asteroid, rotating enough to give three-quarters of Earth gravity on the inside. We took the elevator down to the ground level, and stepped out into Eden.

Wow! I had never seen anything like it. We were in a busy town inside a green cylinder illuminated by a long central rod emitting yellow sunlight. When I looked to the sides, I could see the ground curve up before becoming walls, and continuing above our heads. I could see fertile fields, scattered houses and even an upside-down forest above us. Then I looked at the streets surrounding us. It was a busy town, many people were walking the streets. The air was warm and humid, in a pleasant way. A third of all people, whether men or women, were bare-chested like me. And perhaps one in fifteen were completely naked.

We walked down the street, I walked in the middle holding a naked beauty in each hand. If anybody stared it was not in disapproval of their nakedness, but in appreciation of their beauty.

"Where are we going? Didn't we just walk past the Guild."

"We did. We have a house here. We bought it to have a place we could think of as home. And a place where we can live when we retire. Spaceship crew rarely continue beyond their mid forties, and very few have not retired when they are fifty. Eden is a good place to live. A place were we can grow old without ever having to wear clothes. Most people like Eden, but not everyone. If you grow to dislike it we will sell the house and settle elsewhere."

We had left the town and were now walking between fields. Soon we reached a solitary house surrounded by unkempt gardens. The windows were round as if it were a hobbit-hole, but the door was not.

"This is it. Welcome to our little paradise in Eden."

We entered the house, and suddenly I felt fatigue catch up with me.

"I am sure this is a wonderful house. But right now I am mostly interested in the bedroom."

Lotte opened a door, and we walked into a bedroom with a large bed. Big enough for three. We almost crashed in the bed, I hardly had the strength to remove my clothes. I was in the middle, holding Leyla in my arms. Lotte was hugging me from behind. Within a minute we were all asleep, and slept as three spoons in a drawer.

We woke up almost twenty-four hours later. They showed me the house, and then we sat down in the kitchen for breakfast, naked of course.

"What do you think," Lotte asked.

"I love this house."

"I mean the job. The Idunn. Us. Will you stay as our stimulator. You did well, and I could not help noticing that although it was only your third trip in hyperspace, you were less disoriented than many far more seasoned travellers. You have talent for this."

"Thank you. Yes, I want to do this."

"You know what you say yes to?"

"I do. I say yes to a life with you to. For all practical purposes, you will be my wives, I will be your husband. We will work together, and grow old together. And we will see the galaxy together."

"So be it," Leyla said. And Lotte kissed me.

THE END