Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 28

Wildchild approached it head-on, though she needed a glancing angle to swing around the rock.

"Sam," Hazel said. "We're getting very close to that asteroid."

"What asteroid?" Wildchild asked.

"The one dead-ahead."

Wildchild gently nudged the grapple levers, trying to feel the asteroid's pull. She frowned in puzzlement because there was no response.

"Careful, Sam."

Hazel watched out of the camera window as the heavy-looking rock expanded to the fill the entire screen.

"Sam!" she cried.

They were hurtling on a direct collision-course.

"Computer!" Hazel commanded. "Full reverse thrust!"

The manoeuvring rockets fired and the ship slowed its forward motion.

"Avoid that asteroid!" Hazel told the computer as she steadied herself against the bulkhead. Wildchild held her seat firmly.

The ship shook as the rocket motors blasted out their exhausts. The reverberating roar could be felt through the cabin floor and as a vibration on the piloting console. The ship slowed its motion and deflected below the asteroid, leaving a stream of fiery gas in its wake that quickly froze in the vacuum of space, splashing over the rock's surface as a rainbow of icy droplets.

Sunrise came to a halt beneath the asteroid.

Wildchild took off her blindfold and gave the boulder a good look.

"I couldn't feel any magnetism from the rock," she said.

"Maybe it has none."

"We should investigate."

"I'll go out," Hazel said.

While she put on a spacesuit and went into the airlock, Wildchild steered the ship to graze the surface of the rock.

Hazel floated out on a line, keeping hold of her tether to make sure she landed carefully.

"It's a soft light-grey mineral," she reported back, using the spotlights in her helmet to examine a handful of dust she scooped up. "Can you shine a big light here?"

Wildchild directed an external spotlight.

"It's pumice," Hazel said. "See: there's holes. You know what that means?"

"Yes. Pumice probably comes from the mantle or volcanic surface of a rocky planet."

"Maybe there was a fully-formed planet that was smashed up somehow to make the asteroid belt," Hazel conjectured. "So far, we've seen only broken parts of the planet's nickel-iron core. This rock is the first piece of the rest of the planet we've found."

She bagged up some loose gravel and powder from the surface and made her way back to the ship. Meanwhile, Wildchild used the mechanical arm to drill into the rock, to collect a cylindrical sample from below the surface.

They steered the rest of the way through the middle of the belt using the rockets and found many similar boulders in a seam that threaded through the asteroid ring.

When Tatiana woke up, the girls had something new to report.

"We think there was once a planet here but it was smashed to pieces," Hazel said.

"Good, good. We can test," said Tatiana. "We take gas samples of rocks."

"I understand," Wildchild said. "Light-pressure from the star forces gas from the cloud into the pumice fragments."

"Da. We tell history of planet. Off to work."

Hazel analysed the samples and Wildchild consulted the computer. The absorbed gases were diagnostic up to a point. The rest was guesswork or extrapolating from other planets. A day later, the girls had a story to tell Tatiana.

"The planet here was bigger than Earth," Hazel reported. "It was rocky and covered in water with a methane atmosphere. A collision destroyed it, leaving the asteroid belt. Subsequent impacts pulverised the debris, turning most of it to ash, which was blown around the system by solar winds, collecting in the asteroid belt as a layer of dust."

Wildchild added her findings:

"There's enough matter here to reform the planet in a few million years, so we guess that every time a planet starts to form, something smashes it up."

"Ah!" said Tatiana. "You mean double star?"

"Yes," said Hazel. "Most solar systems in the galaxy are double stars, usually a main star and a smaller companion. If there's a companion star in an eccentric orbit, its path could intersect with the cloud of comets at the outer edge of the system."

"Da. Is possible."

"Every time the companion star passes through the cloud of comets toward perihelion, it drags some of them with it. Some of the comets fall through the asteroid field, knocking asteroids out of the belt and breaking the softer rocks into dust. That's what stops the planet from re-forming."

"Is good work," Tatiana said. "Where is companion star? What is period?"

"We don't know yet," Wildchild said, "because we can't see it from here and it's not on the star map, but it must be small, dark and a long way away at the moment. Probably a brown dwarf."

Diligent study of the historical star maps showed the blue star wobbling slightly over time. From the wobble, Wildchild used the computer to calculate the motion of the companion star. It was invisible to them from the asteroid field, but they marked its position on the current star map.

So the mission to prospect the unusual asteroid belt was crowned by an addition to galactic science. Satisfied, the prospectors plotted a course to Argus Space Station, to report to Viktor Bogdanov and deliver his instrument cases.

3 Pillow talk

Michio Nakatani was on Samothea visiting Yumi Takahashi and their son Hayate, along with Yumi's little sister, Shinju, and her brother, Itsuki.

During long days of sunshine and long nights of joy, Yumi and Michio cemented their rediscovered love.

There was productive work during the days for Yumi as Madam Scientist, and passion during the long rainy nights in bed with Michio, when hungry need banished six lost years to a painless memory.

Even so, Yumi had to overcome his hesitation.

On their first night on Samothea, after the feast, with Hayate tucked up in bed, Michio danced with all the women in the Cloner Hall. But Yumi made sure she was his partner at the end of the night, when she took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Where do you think?"

"Oh! But I thought I'd be sharing a room with Itsuki."

"You flew 2,000 light-years to see me but you want to sleep with my kid brother?"

"Not 'sleep' and not 'want', but I thought, for propriety's sake ..."

"You Earthers are such prudes! Besides, I told the Juniors to put Itsuki in with Hayate and Shinju. It's the only way to protect him from the ravenous hordes of Cloner women."

Michio was amused by Yumi's motherly concern for her brother, who certainly did not want to be protected from a ravenous horde of fit and lusty Cloner women.

"You're worried about Itsuki?" he asked.

"He's just a kid."

"He's 24."

"A kid brother is always a kid as well as a brother."

"All right, Yumi."

He followed her placidly to the bedroom, where she jumped on him to begin the process of reconciliation. If Michio had any question about his forgiveness, the heat of her passion removed all doubt.

For all Yumi's hot lust, all they did at first was kiss, fully clothed, Yumi lying on him. It was a slow and loving build-up: eyes closed, hands clasped, lips-to-lips, breathing synchronised, relearning each other's desires and needs.

Some of their love-play was remembered. Some of it was new. Yumi went on top, setting the pace, dominating the action. Michio was enchanted. His meek little submissive Yumi was a new woman with new power and a firm will.

She pulled off his shirt, kissing his bare skin as she revealed it, noticing how six years of good living as a company executive had changed the stringy lad she had known. She kissed his belly and smiled from the happy thought of what effect a month of physical labour on Samothea would have on him.

Yumi loosened his trousers and pulled them down over his hips. His cock was hard. She eased it out and gave him a hungry grin. She took his cock into her mouth and began to suck.

Michio watched her bobbing her head, enjoying her sensuous tongue and the warm suction, until the pleasure was overwhelming. He shut his eyes, laid back and groaned.

Yumi was ready. She gave his cock a last suck and pulled away. She quickly undressed, shuffled forward, knelt down and guided his cock into her wet pussy.

She rode him, bucking her pelvis, filling herself with his stiffness. She leant forward to feed him her succulent little tits. He licked a circle on a brown pyramid-shaped nipple, then sucked the whole tit into his mouth. She gave a sighing moan and wriggled her pelvis in a figure-of-eight pattern.

Yumi rode him faster, building to a climax. He manfully struggled to hold off coming, his hands tightly on her waist. Her long straight hair fell on his chest. She moaned a louder, high-pitched moan, ever more urgent, bucking faster.

"Oh, God! Yumi! You're amazing!" Michio said. "I can't hold on!"

But Yumi got there first. She leant back. He felt her pussy spasm on his cock, heard her cry out, saw her happiness. She arched further and stopped bucking while her pussy quivered. A pink flush spread on her chest and her face went blank. Her eyes rolled up and she gasped, feeling the sweet pulsating agony, the heat and release as the joy washed over her.

She lay on him, pressed her mouth against his, and rubbed away the tension with little bucks of her pelvis.

She recovered quickly and began thrusting again. She leant back so he could twiddle her clit with his thumb. Her moaning stopped. She forgot to breathe. She was bucking automatically, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open. Still she bucked and Michio twiddled. Another few thrusts. Another and another ... and another ... and ...

Yumi came again, the tension bursting from her in shakes and yelping cries. She gripped his chest, her back arched, head down, face hidden behind her long black hair.

Michio was near his own final moment. He thrust up into her, again and again and again. His groans met her squeals as his cock plundered her soaking pussy, until, with a grunt and a tighter grip on her waist, he spurted out his juice.

The tension over, warm joy suffusing their bodies, skin to skin and mouth to mouth, sharing a new sexual intensity, Yumi felt closer to him than ever before.

For Michio, the woman he first loved was his only love. All the shame he felt for his betrayal was swallowed up in the greater passion of union. He knew their love was a solid force he would never break.

******

For propriety's sake over the next four weeks, Yumi kept most of their expressions of affection to the bedroom, but everyone could see the depth of their connection when they worked together in her laboratory, when they sat thigh-to-thigh at the communal meals, and when they went for walks upstream from the city, holding hands.

Yumi silently thanked heaven that Solanj was on Celetaris, because she could just hear Madam Deputy Prefect teasing her, saying: "What a shame Madam Scientist gets to keep a good man all to herself when there are so many eager women here who would happily share him," as if Michio were a natural resource, like wood or water.

******

The first of Yumi's projects that Michio helped her with was to install a new comms apparatus that he brought from Earth. It was to replace the broken system that, before it succumbed to damage from the x-rays, had connected the Cloner City by holographic link to the remote tribes.

The new apparatus had extra shielding for the transceiver units. Tested successfully in the Cloner City, the apparatus needed only the weekly trade visit from the Herders to be transported to the Forest Camp, the Beach Settlement and the Herder's Southern Camp.

Michio also brought a hundred hand-tools, some bench-tools and as many pre-cut and shaped lightweight metallo-plastic blocks, sheets and tiles as would fit into the hold of the shuttlecraft.

Together, they built a catalogue of the technology that would work on Samothea. With Doctor Jane Bradford's medical data and the ecological studies of the Petticoats, a full picture was emerging of what it would cost to bring Samothea up to an industrial standard of living, though it would never be more modern than the Nineteenth Century on Earth, with wood stoves, water-power and perhaps even steam power.

Ezra's name frequently came up in Michio's conversations with the women of Samothea, who were very considerate in most respects but had no real concept of shame or privacy and wanted to know everything about their friends. But Yumi herself avoided the subject, worried about Michio's feelings, until one morning when his name slipped out by accident.

They made love when they woke and were relaxing in bed, letting their heart-rates return to normal. Michio cuddled Yumi. She laid against him, feeling treasured.

Shafts of morning sunlight from the badly-fitting wooden shutters made zebra patterns on her naked skin. With his finger-tip, Michio traced the crazy line that the shadow of a broken shutter made over her sweet little tits.

Yumi sighed with pleasure, wallowing in his warmth and his gentle caress.

"I was going to ask Ezra to fix that shutter," she said. "He's good with his hands."

She was half-asleep and not really thinking. Self-realisation woke her up. She turned her head back and looked guiltily at Michio, who kissed her on the lips and smiled.

"I met him on Celetaris," he said. "I could tell he was a good man."

"He is."

"I felt awkward at first because I didn't know how to thank him."

"Thank him?"

"For what he did for you. Rescuing you ... and loving you."

"You wanted to thank him for loving me?"

"You're the most precious thing in the galaxy to me. You and Hayate. Ezra kept you both alive and looked after you."

"Did you say all that to him?"

"Not unless he read my mind. We shook hands and smiled. It was enough."

"I'm glad you like him. You should be grateful. He encouraged me to take you back."

"I thought it was my charm."

"No, it was all Ezra's doing."

"What did he say?"

"He said: 'If you love Michio, then take him back and be a family.' And when I said: 'What if I don't want to go back to Earth?' He said: 'Then Michio will have to commute.'"

"Hmm!"

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking how difficult it will be to commute."

"You're thinking that?"

"You're sure you're staying here?"

"I'm Madam Scientist. I have responsibilities."

"Then I'll commute, until I'm ready to join you here permanently."

"Do you mean it?" she sat up to face him. "You'll live here with me?"

"I will. God knows how I'm going to explain to my father, or work out the logistics, but this is my future, with you and Hayate."

Yumi was elated. She jumped on him and they made love for the rest of the morning, until a Junior knocked at the door to say that they had been missed at breakfast and did they want any food saved for them.

******

Yumi's sister, Shinju, and her brother, Itsuki, were put to work by the Cloner women. They were willing helpers.

Shinju volunteered in the school, teaching Japanese songs to Hayate's class of three-year-olds. She also joined in the embroidery classes, which all the schoolgirls learned.

Embroidery on Samothea was a fancy way of making repairs to old and fragile but precious clothing. It was less important now that contact with Celetaris had brought many gifts of clothing, but the women of Samothea enjoyed the craft, which was a way to express their creativity and keep from idleness.

Led by Odette, the artistic Mariner girl, the Juniors were making a giant tapestry to hang in the meeting hall. It was an ambitious project to depict the six tribes, their flags, symbols, and working lives. Shinju joined the girls at the tapestry and taught them her traditional stitching methods. She promised to send more silk threads and better needles when she got home to earth.

As for Itsuki, Yumi had to use her authority as Madam Scientist to prevent him from performing the task most of the Cloner women wanted him to perform, which was to sire as many children as he could.

She protected him (to his consternation) from the naïve but predatory women by making him share a bedroom with Shinju. Seeing his disappointment, Yumi explained:

"We as a council have yet to decide exactly what status men will have on Samothea. When we've decided, it may be possible for you to come here and choose a wife."

"One wife?" Itsuki exclaimed. "I choose them all!"

"You'll behave yourself or I won't let you come back here at all."

"Yes, Yumi," Itsuki said with his head down, but with a glint in his eye.

It was easy for Itsuki to endear himself to all the women of Samothea he met, predisposed as they were to find any man fascinating and lovable. He exceeded most of their hopes by happily dancing every night at the feast with anyone who wanted to dance. Long and somewhat agitated queues formed for the privilege, which Yumi viewed with equal humour and wariness.

4 At the water-park

On Celetaris, in Ezra's apartment, Kalyndra was tied up, wrists to ankles, kneeling on the carpet, naked and blindfolded. Her bottom was hot and stinging after a warm-up spanking. That got her juices flowing and put her even further into her submissive mood, where her greatest joy was to make him happy.

Ezra stood before her and rammed his cock into her mouth.

He planned to use her mouth to get himself hard, but Kalyndra slurped so deliciously on his cock, caressing his shaft with her loving tongue, eager to please him in every way she could, that he continued fucking her mouth even after he was good and ready.

Her submission pleased her even more than him. The joy of bringing him to the point where he could contain himself no longer but had to grab her hair and thrust into her throat faster and faster was her greatest satisfaction, fulfilling her needs.

With his hands in her long black hair, he forced her to swallow his cock again and again. It made her pussy ache and drip, the warm glow spreading over her chest, tingling down her spine.

He slowed down to make it last longer, stuffing his cock deep inside to hold it there. Kalyndra had amazing breath control. She loved having his cock obstruct her airways, knowing that she could hold him in longer than he ever let her. She made a suction with her lips as he slowly pulled out, giving a slight popping noise when the tip withdrew.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, pushing her tongue out to invite him in again.

Ezra fucked his bedmate's mouth with long loving strokes until the uncontrollable moment came on him and, leaning back, feeling the sweet agony, he made the last few frantic thrusts and sunk his twitching cock all the way in. He splurged out his seed, thrusting a few more times as the tension drained. Kalyndra sucked and swallowed, her tongue caressing the bottom of his shaft, her tongue-tip adding pleasant tickles on his balls, as his cock slowly softened.

He pulled out and a dribble of cum ran from the corner of her mouth. She took deep breaths, replenishing her oxygen.

There was a knock on the door and Ash came in, saying: "I waited at the door until you finished."

The women of Samothea had no sense of privacy. Ezra was so used to it, he was surprised that Ash bothered to wait at all. Besides, he liked Ash's simple view of life, which was to do whatever she wanted until she was told not to.

Ezra lifted Kalyndra onto the bed and laid her on her back, her legs folded at the knees, pointing upward.

"Look after Kalyndra," he said as he went to relieve himself, as always after ejaculating. "Keep her happy for me. ... Pet, you're not to speak."

Being commanded gave Kalyndra a special feeling. She let her head fall back and submitted to the submissive Chinese girl.

Ash saw Kalyndra's pussy was soaking wet, swollen with arousal. She put her delicate fingers on her slit to gather some of the moisture, which she took to Kalyndra's clitoris, keeping the girl excited by rubbing a figure-of-eight pattern.