Celestial Space Tours Pt. 01

"I'd say about a week."

He looked down at the flustered tour guide, her eyes were distant, her expression vacant. Philip could see that Cassie was in over her head.

He turned and walked back to the main observation deck, "Attention, everyone, I...uh, have some bad news," he called out to the others, taking charge of the situation.

Cassie couldn't recall what he said next, her heart was pounding so hard that it was all she could hear in her ears. Her vision grew dark and she suddenly felt very, very sleepy. She gave in to the demands of her heavy eyelids and closed them.

When Cassie finally came to, she was laying on her back in the main observation room. Agnes was kneeling beside her, fanning her with one of the tour brochures they kept on the ship.

"Oh, thank goodness child," Agnes proclaimed in a thick southern accent as her concerned expression turned into one of relief. "We weren't sure you was ever goin' to wake up!"

"How...how long was I out?" Cassie asked, looking around the observation deck.

"About an hour," replied Agnes.

Cassie reached up and rubbed her head, she had a splitting headache. She started to get back up on her feet and wobbled a little.

"Easy now child, you're in shock," Agnes warned.

There was a gentle and caring quality to Agnes' voice and Cassie smiled at the concern. She managed to steady herself and looked around at the frightened passengers. She was sure they all probably already knew what was going on, especially with how much time had gone by. They also probably knew that she wasn't qualified, even as an employee of the tourist agency, to handle the situation. Unscheduled jumps to distant star systems wasn't covered in the emergency operations manual.

Alex looked as bored as ever, leaning back in one of the chairs, staring up at the ceiling. Nadine was stroking Elizabeth's hair, who was sleeping in her mother's lap. Grant was staring out the window at the star speckled blackness of space, his arms crossed against his chest. Gladys was sitting in another chair, watching Nadine with a look of longing. Phillip was nowhere to be seen.

Cassie needed to pee. She headed over to the curved stairs and wearily went down them, making sure to hold the handrail tight. Once she got to the bottom, she heard someone rummaging around behind the bar.

"Who's there?" she called out.

Philip stood up from behind the bar holding bag of chips in each hand.

"Just me kiddo," he replied. "It's not like we picked up any hitchhikers."

Cassie wasn't sure if he was joking or making fun of her. Either way, she wasn't particularly amused.

"What do you think, these enough for us to all survive on?" he asked, shaking the bags of chips. "I've been taking stock of what we have. There isn't much. We have about twenty bags of chips and the ship's water reservoir is about one quarter full. I guess they didn't plan on us being out here very long," he said with a half-chuckle. "I might be able to fix the navigation system...but from what I saw it looked pretty well locked out. Not to mention, I doubt we have enough antimatter for the jump home, especially if the water tank is any kind of indication. We have enough food and water to keep us all alive. That is, until we of course crash into the giant ball of hot gas."

"How do you know so much about all of this?" asked Cassie.

"I'm a mechanic. Well...I used to be," answered Phil as he set the bags of chips down on the bar counter. "Back in the Charter Wars of 2175. Never flew any ships though. Just wrenched 'em."

Cassie plopped down on one of the bar stools and put her head in her hands, "I can't believe I'm going to die because of this stupid summer job."

Phil came around from behind the counter, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I don't think any of us thought we'd die this week, kiddo."

For the briefest of moments, Cassie felt some relief. She wasn't sure if it was his cologne or his warm hand on her shoulder, but something about him trying to comfort her reminded her of her own father, and she felt safe.

--Chapter 4--

Cassie stretched and yawned as she woke up on the cold metal floor of the hallway leading to the cockpit. Her side hurt where it had been pressed up against the unforgiving surface. She rustled underneath the emergency fire blanket she was using for warmth, of which it provided very little. For days she had claimed this spot in the hallway as her spot, with each group claiming their own little areas of the ship to call "home."

She lifted her head and looked back towards the observation room. The family of four was huddled in the middle, asleep. Agnes and Gladys were under a shawl that Agnes had brought, towards the left. On the other side of the observation room lay Philip asleep on his back.

Cassie laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

"Phil said it would only be another three days before we impact the star. Mom, dad, Jeremy..." she wistfully recalled her family, wishing she could at least tell them goodbye. "Because of the nature of jump travel, nobody will even be able to know where we ended up," she recalled Philip telling her.

For all she knew they could be in a completely different galaxy.

As Cassie lay there, she thought about all the things she wished she could have done differently in her life: people she could have been nicer to, things she still wanted to see, experiences she should have had. Cassie felt completely powerless and alone.

"No, I am not going to be powerless," she affirmed to herself, determined to at least make something of the situation. She tried to think of what she still had control over in this out-of-control situation.

"Well...there is one thing," she thought to herself.

Cassie had been quite horny as of late, ever since the start of summer. Despite this though, she had never actually lost her virginity. With only a few days left to live, it was something that she regretted. Sure, she had come close that summer with Derek, but then the voice of her mother and reverend had flooded her head and she chickened out.

Cassie couldn't help but let out a little laugh, "Here I am, millions of miles from home, impending doom, and I'm thinking about sex."

In a way, she figured it at least made some sense. Perhaps the knowledge of their impending doom had pushed her sex drive into the red. Perhaps it was instinctive; her body's last ditch effort at making sure her genes were carried on.

Cassie closed her eyes and pictured a calendar, recalling where she was in her cycle.

"Yup, it all makes sense now," she thought to herself as she remembered that she should be ovulating soon, if she hadn't already. Her body was fertile and the increased libido coincided with it.

"I am not going to die a virgin, dammit," Cassie sternly thought to herself, a wave of determinism sweeping through her.

"But how..." she pondered this for a moment and kept coming back to the same answer. The only logical conclusion: Phil.

He may have been quite a bit older than her, but at this point she didn't care. He was male and he was single.

Philip was the only option.

"Too bad I didn't jump that hot guy in the shower back at the station," she half-jokingly thought to herself.

Cassie started to get excited; the thought of a real, erect, flesh and blood penis plunging inside of her. It would be so much better than her fingers, she imagined. She could feel that familiar tingling coming from in between her legs; the aching desire and feeling of emptiness.

She needed it. Now.

Cassie crawled out from under her blanket and quietly crawled along the floor towards Philip. As she crept along, she could feel the slickness between her labia as they rubbed together.

There was hardly a sound except for the dull hum of the engines and Grant snoring away. Cassie tried to be as quiet as she could, making her way over to Phil. Finally, she came up beside him, his eyes closed, his blanket folded up under his head as a pillow.

Cassie leaned in close, down by his ear and whispered, "Hey. Hey, Phil. Wake up."

"Hm? What is it?" he replied, blinking awake and seeing Cassie rather close to him.

"I don't want to die with any regrets," she said.

Phil looked at her puzzled, wondering what on earth she was waking him up for.

"What I mean to say is that...Well, I don't want to die a virgin."

Her face flushed with embarrassment, her lightly freckled cheeks turning to a bashful pink. Philip's eyes opened wide at first, wondering if he had heard her right. She just continued to stare at him in silence, but he could see the look in her eyes.

"Are-are you sure about this?" he asked, getting what Cassie was implying.

Cassie nodded.

She wasn't very sure, not sure at all. Hell, Phil was as old as her dad if not older; he could have easily been her father. And yet she felt like she didn't have much time left anyway. If it was between having sex with no one and having sex with an older man. Well, she had already chosen.

Phil sat up and looked around, making sure that everyone else was asleep.

"Come with me," he whispered into Cassie's ear. His warm breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

"It's actually happening," she thought excitedly as they rose to their feet.

He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the bar. She looked at him nervously, expectantly, like a lost puppy that wasn't sure what to do. They had been switching over the ship's lighting to "night mode" for sleeping. Still, it provided plenty of light to see clearly. Not to mention the glow coming in through the large window out to space.

Phil led Cassie towards the bar. He grabbed her hips and turned her away from him, leaning her over the bar. She put her hands on the edge of the counter, bracing herself, nervous excitement dancing through her.

Phil came up behind her and reached around to unbutton her slacks. He grasped the zipper and pulled it down. With her pants now loose, he gripped the edges and started to pull them down. Cassie helped, wiggling her hips back and forth a little. The slacks slid down over her ass, revealing her pastel-colored, light-green panties and round butt.

Phil stopped pulling down her pants once they were around her thighs. The air inside the ship was quite cold, and he was trying to spare her from having too much bare skin exposed.

Phil's heart pounded. He felt like he was getting to find out intimate details about the young tour guide that he shouldn't get to know; like her choice in underwear. Still, he knew he was about to learn even more intimate details about the young girl, and his excitement grew.

He ran his hand over the soft fabric of her panties, admiring the perfect, round shape of her ass. In a burst of playful aggression, Phil grabbed the back of her underwear in one hand and yanked them down. Cassie gasped as her pale, bare butt was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the lower deck.

Phil caressed her ass gently, his large hands roaming over the pliable flesh of her cheeks. He was amazed at just how soft her skin was. Her butt was cold to the touch; probably from sleeping against the metal floor, he reasoned. He knelt down behind her, wanting to get a better view. He gripped her cheeks firmly, spreading them apart, revealing her tight, puckered asshole.

Cassie blushed as she was inspected, looking straight ahead, hardly making a sound. She found the fact that her privates were being closely examined and admired by someone who was essentially a stranger, thrilling. A man who could have easily been her father, was looking at intimate details of her anatomy in a way that no man had before, and was about to take her virginity. It felt so taboo, which made it all the more enticing.

She could feel his gaze moving over her skin. It continued from her asshole down to her puffy pussy lips, peeking out from between her thighs. Lovely reddish-orange hair, perfectly matching the hair on her head, adorned her labia on either side of her slit. Phil admired Cassie's natural bush, yet another intimate detail about her he shouldn't normally have ever known.

Phil wanted to see even more. He re-positioned his hands and spread her once again, using his thumbs to reveal the soft, pink folds of her inner labia. The entrance to Cassie's vagina opened slightly; the wet, fleshy hole was a delicate shade of pink, welcoming and inviting. In contrast to the cool skin of Cassie's butt, and the cold air inside the ship, Phil could feel the intense heat radiating from her genitals, beckoning him.

He could feel his own desire screaming; his erection was already creating a tent in his jeans. He needed to fuck this young girl.

He buried his face in her ass, letting himself be immersed in the soft skin of her cheeks, breathing in her female musk in deeply. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating, perhaps even more than the sights he had just taken in. He lapped his tongue against the folds of her inner labia, the first man to ever taste her delicious nectar. Again, Phil reminded himself that the smell and taste of her arousal were things that he would never have known, making them all the more special that he was getting to experience them now.

Phil plunged his tongue into her and wiggled it around some. Cassie let a moan escape her lips as she experienced a sensation she had never felt before. He pulled his tongue out and stood back up, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He quickly pulled them down, exposing his stiff penis to the cool air.

He shuffled closer and taking himself in one hand, rubbed his erect member up and down her slit, covering his tip in her juices. He couldn't believe his luck; he never would have imagined getting to take the maidenhood of a girl Cassie's age.

Taking his hands, he spread her open once more and positioned himself at her entrance. He began to slowly penetrate her; the head of his penis spreading her opening wider and wider as he gently pushed in. He met little resistance as he continued to slide inside of her at an almost painfully slow pace. It took all of his willpower to not just slam into her and begin fucking her right then and there; he wanted to show restraint, to ensure Cassie was comfortable and enjoyed this as much as he was going to.

As to be expected, she was quite tight; her vagina wrapped his penis like a fleshy, form-fitting sheath. Luckily, with how wet she was, it was an extremely pleasant sensation for both parties.

With only a couple more inches to go, she couldn't stand it anymore; she needed him to fuck her, now. She quickly thrust her hips backwards, the cold flesh of her ass cheeks squishing against his thighs. The motion caught Phil off guard, and he let out of a groan of surprise and pleasure as he sank into her warm depths.

Phil was now completely buried inside of the young tour guide, who was a third his age; a girl who he didn't even know just a few days ago. But none of that mattered anymore; not the age difference nor the social norms. All that mattered now was the feeling. And despite their difference in age, his penis still fit snugly inside of her. And her vagina didn't discriminate, giving him the same warmth and pleasure that it would give any male. Now, they were simply acting in the manner that would come naturally between an aroused male and female. They were both giving into their reproductive desires and instincts.

Phil placed his hands on her hips and began to fuck Cassie against the bar. His dick was quickly coated in her slick juices and with every thrust he could feel a stark contrast in temperature: the cold air inside the ship versus the intense, pleasurable heat inside of her. This sensation alone was already pushing him towards his edge, but he was determined to make this last.

"Hell, this might be the last sex I ever have," he thought to himself as he tightened his grips on Cassie's hips.

Cassie on the other hand was completely lost in the moment; her eyes were closed; her knuckles were white as her hands gripped the edge of the bar. The feeling was better than anything she had felt before, way better than her fingers or any toy. The way his penis completely filled her, like it was meant just for her; the way his bulbous tip rubbed against her g-spot; the sound of his hips slapping against her thighs; it was all too much.

Her first orgasm caught her by surprise making her gasp for air. She lifted onto her toes, her sneakers fighting to maintain grip on the floor, an erotic delicate moan escaping her open mouth as a wave of pleasure rushed through her. Philip knew at once that the young Cassie was experiencing her first orgasm from intercourse. A smirk of pride came across his face.

"Wow this girl is so fucking horny," he thought to himself as he let her catch her breath briefly after coming down from her high. This thought ignited a new rush of enthusiasm as he began to fuck her faster. The sounds of his thighs slapping against her bare butt filled the air of the lower deck.

Cassie's raspy breathing turned to moans in time with his thrusts. Phil could rapidly feel his own orgasm approaching: the quickening of his heart, the building of pressure within him.

"Cassie...Cassie, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum" he warned.

"Inside! Cum inside me!" she moaned, giving him the permission he was hoping for.

With some last few erratic thrusts he climaxed, letting out a moan of his own and shoving himself as far up into her as he could. His shaft throbbed within her as he began to pump his thick, mature cum inside the young girl.

Yet another new sensation overwhelmed Cassie's senses. The feeling of the penis pulsing inside her, the spreading warmth, all culminated to send her over the edge once more. As she climaxed, her vagina spasmed and contracted around his penis, as if trying to milk it.

It succeeded, encouraging a few more extra bursts of semen to erupt within her.

After what felt like minutes, but was only moments, it was over.

Both parties were breathing heavily as they came down. Phil's penis was already beginning to soften, still leaking out cum inside of Cassie. He took a step back and he slid out of her; thick cum followed it, splattering onto the metal floor of the lower deck. The last bits dribbling down her leg, soaking into her underwear.

Phil beamed as he watched his seed drip out of her bright, pink hole, which was gradually closing with each passing second now that there was nothing to fill it. Cassie laid across the bar, letting go of the edge and resting, catching her breath.

Philip pulled up his pants and fastened them, heading over to the lavatory as he did so. He returned with some toilet paper and tore off a bit and put it in Cassie's hand before using the remainder to wipe up the floor.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" Cassie asked quietly, still strewn atop the bar.

"Eh, fuck it. We're all gonna be dead soon anyway. I think it was worth it at least," Phil replied gruffly.

Cassie frowned. The sobering statement bringing her back to the reality of their situation.

Cassie cleaned herself up and stood back up, pulling up her panties and slacks.

"I'm gonna take a leak. Probably best we go upstairs separately, just in case," Phil recommended to her. Cassie nodded and Phil went into the lavatory, closing and locking the door behind him.

"We just had sex and yet he feels the need for privacy?" Cassie bemusedly pondered.

She thought about how that old man had just pumped her full of his cum. How they had just shared one of the most intimate experiences two people could have together. She felt embarrassed, partly ashamed, but also satisfied.

As she began to walk over to the stairs, she could feel the stinging from between her legs as her ultra-sensitive parts rubbed against her clothes and each other.