The Final Mission

The Final Mission

There was nothing better than the loss of gravity. The feeling of floating on air being more than just a state of mind. My crew had taken it to the extreme, finding a way to lose our suits, except for the tanks and headgear, and floating about in nothing but our young skin.

It was our last night at the station. We were to return home heroes of our day, our last mission a success that none had achieved. We, the six of us, shared a drink before heading off to sleep for the ride home. But I couldn't sleep. I wanted one last moment of freedom in the space I would never return to.

Carefully I discarded my suit, folding it neatly at the base of the ladder that led to the hatch. I smiled to myself as I flipped the hatch and stepped off the ladder, my body floating into bliss.

I didn't hear him as he followed me out the hatch, my thoughts lost in the knowledge that the adventure was almost over. With teary eyes, I looked back, and caught his movement. He was beautiful, the God of Astronauts.

His hands found their place on my hips, as his eyes asked the questions his mouth could not. I ran my fingers down his chest, wrapped them around the length of his cock and smiled.

He shuddered as I gently squeezed him in my hand, my thumb skating across the delicate tip of him, tracing the mushroomed head.

He pulled away, taking his headgear in his hands and removing it. I stared at him in awe; he had rigged a breathing line to his nose. He smiled and licked his lips before grasping me by my hips once again.

I laughed as he flipped me through the air, leaving me to stare at the smooth expanse of his stomach. When his tongue grazed my clit my body shook with expectation, and when he buried his face in the smooth skin between my thighs, taking my pussy into his mouth and burying his tongue in the wetness there, I shook with the excitement of it.

I shuddered at the feel of his whiskers against the sensitive skin of my lips as he replaced his mouth with his fingers, gently massaging my g-spot while his tongue caressed my clit in a motion that soon had my body quivering with release and my heart racing.

I cried out, the sound echoing inside my headgear as I let loose, my hips grinding my pussy against his lips. I reached out to him, stroking the smooth skin of his cock as he licked the last of my juices from me.

Without any urging, I turned myself, holding onto him as I seated myself. His long cock seemed to fit perfectly as he thrust himself inside me, biting my neck.

As I rode him, my hips crashing into his, my clit rubbing against his nest of curls, he took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it between teeth and flicking his tongue against it.

With one hand, he reached between us, rubbing his finger against my sensitive nub until I couldn't control the wild response of my hips and came against him, my juices coating his skin as well as my own.

With a smile, he extracted himself from me, and turned me away from him, pushing lightly on my back to bend me at the middle. I felt the wetness of his tongue between my ass cheeks as he lubricated the puckered hole before slowly pushing his pulsing cock inside the tightest part of me.

His fingers drove hard inside my pussy as he filled my ass, and another rocking orgasm came over me instantly.

He drove into me, stretching me, and I screamed out his name as my body lit on fire, the feeling of both holes being so full filling me with ecstasy. With a groan he buried himself to the hilt, rocking gently against me as he released his seed and left a small trail of kisses down my spine.

Ah yes, the final mission had been a success.

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