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  “Look at that!” she cried. Her labia were bright red and swollen with desire. Even Lance’s penis looked incredibly aroused. Its massive tip was purple and shiny.

  “If you don’t take me right now, I will explode,” she told him seriously. Then she sat on his bed and opened her legs. The butt plug, still firmly in position, intensified her desire.

  “What is that?” he asked, pointing.

  She told him, and the look in his eyes nearly singed her. Lance crouched in front of her, held her thighs apart, as far apart as he could, and plunged his face into her pussy. His tongue swept back and forth, from her clit to her swollen labia. She arched her back, pressing herself to his face, wanting more. When he let go of one thigh and used his finger to penetrate her, she gave a cry of delight. He thrust with his finger, searching for that angle that would give her the most pleasure. He found it, and she came with a shout. “Yes!”

  Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and held it tightly inside her while her muscles contracted madly. She wrapped her legs around his head while he tongued her clit, his finger deep within her.

  “Get up,” he said, his voice hoarse.

  She did, and Lance turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees.

  Lance knelt on the bed behind her. Gently, he introduced his penis to her pussy. In her position, she couldn’t slow him down or hold him back. She didn’t want to hold him back. She wanted him to slam into her with all his weight. She wanted to feel him slide all the way down her slick sheath. But he went slowly, even though she was begging him to fuck her, and fuck her hard.

  “All right,” he said a catch in his voice. He thrust into her, holding back until he couldn’t control himself any more. His hips suddenly seemed to have a life of their own and he slammed into her, his face contorted as he fought to slow down.

  “Harder!” screamed Heidi, and she reached one hand back between her legs and grabbed his balls.

  Now he was calling her name in hoarse cries, driving himself into her. Their bodies were glistening with sweat. As Heidi twisted her head around, she saw his stomach start to contract as he began to ejaculate within her pulsing cunt. Braced against her legs, he thrust to the hilt, crying out as he reached the end of his orgasm. Then he reached down and pulled her butt plug out, gently twisting it as he did.

  Heidi felt the bed, the ship, and the world tilt and start to whirl. Her body tingled, her head spun, and warm contentment washed over her as she cuddled deep into Lance’s arms.

  * * * * *

  The crew celebrated at Fanny’s Fandango House of Pleasure and Fantasy, various dance establishments, bars, etc. Fanny, thrilled by Lance’s news, insisted on offering the baths and champagne.

  Heidi and Lance got married that evening. Both were a little tipsy, and both wore nothing but wet towels marked “his” and “hers” around their bodies. There were suds in their hair, and huge grins plastered over their faces.

  And in a special place of honor was a small furzba kitten, its paws curled around an electric battery, with a sign propped on its new bed saying “My name is Tiger Gold, and I belong to Mr. and Mrs. Lance Rocket”.

  Below it was a list to sign up for to get off Asteroid 6969. The Juniper would start taking passengers as soon as Captain Rocket got his license, and that would be very soon indeed.

  The End

  About the author:

  Samantha Winston is the pen name for Jennifer Macaire, an American freelance writer/illustrator. She was born in Kingston, NY, and lived in Samoa, California, and the Virgin Islands before moving to France. She attended Parsons school of design for fine art, and Palm Beach Junior College for art and English literature. She worked for five years as a model for Elite. Married to a professional polo player, she has three children.

  After settling in France, she started writing full time and published short stories in such magazines as Polo Magazine, PKA’s Advocate, The Bear Deluxe, Nuketown, The Eclipse, Anotherealm, Linnaean Street, Inkspin, Literary Potpourri, Mind Caviar and the Vestal Review. One of her short stories was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. In June 2002 she won the 3am/Harper Collins flash fiction contest for her story ‘There are Geckos’.

  Samantha welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, OH 44224.

  Also by Samantha Winston:

  A Grand Passion

  Cajun Nights anthology

  Darla’s Valentine

  Diamina

  Elf Song

  Gladys Hawke

  My Fair Pixie

  Once Upon A Prince anthology

  Storm Warnings anthology

  Taming the King

  The Argentine Lover

  The Frog Prince Of Marecage

  The Phallus From Dallas, written with Ciarra Sims

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