Sex is Mandatory on Planet Z253

He said something, but it was too garbled to be understood. She ignored his grunts. She pressed forcefully and drove the purple dick up his ass. He screamed and flailed as he was skewered. June was relentless. She drove the silicone and cum covered dildo in and out of his butt. Repeatedly. Forcefully. Without a hint of mercy or remorse. She did so until she was too winded to continue.

She left the object in him and staggered away. She stepped over Franklin, who lay on the floor, and she went and sat on one of the porch chairs. Charles pulled the dildo out of Monroe and tossed it aside. Then, he grabbed the Governor and threw him to the stone floor. He landed hard and groaned loudly.

June rested a minute. Then she stood and said, "I personally feel better having sexually abused you, but it is not enough punishment for years of abuse of countless women. Now, you die."

She helped Charles get the men. They stood them up on their shaky legs and brought them over to the wall. They pressed them together, the doctor's front to the Governor's back, and they pushed. The men tumbled over the short wall and fell a thousand meters. They crashed into and bounced off of numerous rocks, boulders, ledges, and outcrops as they hurtled down the mountain.

June cheered their journey and certain death. Then, she turned to Charles and said, "That was awesome. I feel some many things. Mainly powerful and victorious!" She ran to him and kissed him hard on the lips. Then she said, "Get undressed! You have to fuck me. I'm high on adrenaline."

She sat on the rock wall and took off her boots. She stood and took off her pants. She laughed and said, "Look! My panties are soaked. Get a move on!"

Charles was undressing. He smiled at the nearly naked buxom women and said, "I've heard that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I thought I was horny because you were topless, but getting our revenge, exercising power over those scumbags has me hot to trot too." He stripped off his clothes and his boner bounced into view.

They came together, kissed, and groped each other. He was hard. She was wet. They skipped the preliminaries. She pushed him down on a chair, straddled him, and impaled herself on his cock.

"Ohhhh." She moaned.

"Ahhh," was his rejoinder.

Her head fell against his shoulder as his dick sunk all the way into her sopping pussy. She grunted, "Emmm. I needed that."

"Your pussy is so wet and so hot."

"I know," she answered and then giggled like a schoolgirl.

She savored his hardness and her sense of fullness a moment longer. Then, she rose up and used him. She rode him hard. She fucked him to satisfy her need. They rutted like animals. It was a short, ferocious coupling. And successful.

"Oh, yes! Oh, give it to me! Oh. Oh! Ohhh!" she cried out as she climaxed.

Charles had difficulty holding on to her. Her body was hot and sweaty. Her rapid movements didn't make the task easier. Then, there was the matter of holding back as this wild woman fucked him vigorously. He was never happier to hear her orgasmic cry. It gave him permission to let his seed fly.

"OOOHHhhh!" he screamed as his orgasm took him.

They were lost to the beautiful sensations. Neither had the presence of mind to ponder the incongruent thought that the torture and killing of the two men had made them feel so alive.

June took a deep breath and released it slowly. She raised her head, looked her lover and partner in crime in the eye, and said, "Thank you. I need this. All of this." She kissed him passionately. He understood she was talking about more than the fuck.

She got off him. They cleaned up and dressed. They gathered everything they had brought and removed any sign or evidence that they'd been there. They drove back to her house. As they were parked in her driveway, he fiddled with his wristbands and then said, "Give me your band. I'm turning off the cloaking feature."

She extended her arm. He made the adjustment. She got out of the car and entered the garage. Charles drove home. June changed back into her party clothes and she entered the house.

Gunther was up late watching a movie. He called out, "Hey. Did you have a good time?"

"Amazing," she answered as she walked to her bedroom. Xander was there reading. He looked up and asked, "How was your evening?"

"Good. Charles and I had fun. You want me clean or dirty? My pussy and panties are full of cum."

"Go take a shower."

She dropped her knapsack, went into the master bathroom, and undressed. Her husband followed her in. He watched her take off her clothes as she had down a thousand times before. He said, "I love watching you undress. You're so beautiful. Tonight, you are especially gorgeous. You're glowing. I think I'll join you in the shower."

He took off his pajamas. His member was already thick and hard. She giggled and said, "I love that after all these years, I still have an effect on you. So are you going to fuck my pussy or my ass?"

"Both."

^^^2:20 p.m the next day^^^

Detective Hughes knocked on the doorframe of the office of the chief of police since the door was open. The man in charge looked up from his paperwork. The younger man said, "Chief, the coroner has ruled the two deaths were accidental."

"Poor bastards, that was a hell of a fall. The pictures of their mangled bodies were disturbing. Can you imagine the pain they must have felt as they tumbled down the cliff, colliding and bouncing off all those rocks?"

"I hate to think about it, sir. The pain must have been intense. It is a gruesome way to die," the lead detective on the case said.

"What the hell happened?"

"Our theory is that the Governor and Dr. Monson went to the hunting lodge last night to have a homosexual rendezvous. They drank, had sex, and fell. The coroner estimates that the time of death was between 10:00 p.m. last night and 6:00 a.m. this morning. They had switched their wristbands into cloak-mode last night around nine o'clock.

"The wristbands came on-line at six this morning and that's when we discovered that they were dead and in a ravine at the base of the hunting lodge. The terrain there is very rough and remote, but we managed to retrieve the bodies and do an autopsy."

The detective glanced at his notes and said, "The coroner found alcohol in their blood. The men were naked and had silicone-based lubricant and sperm in their anuses. The cause of death was the fall. We don't have any signs of foul play or evidence that others were at the cabin."

"Uh-huh," the grizzled old chief of police grunted. "I'm surprised to hear that Monson was a homosexual. I've played poker with him. The stories he'd tell about his sexual exploits with the ladies made me blush. I thought he was a class-A poon hound.

"I'm not surprised about Monroe. His wife is so fat and ugly no self-respecting man would hit that. And that weird, high pitched voice of his. He sounded like a pre-pubescent boy whose testicles never dropped."

As an aside, the chief asked, "So it was just the two of them at the lodge?"

"Yes, sir. Everyone is accounted for. Our tracking system shows no one else was in the vicinity of the cabin last night. We have no data showing that anyone else was in that area at all yesterday."

"Write up your report and close the case."

"Yes, sir."

^^^same time -- different building^^^

While Detective Hughes was meeting with the police chief, June escorted her daughter to a room in the basement of the medical clinic in which she worked. She stopped outside the door and said, "This is the morgue. The bodies are inside. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Honey, you understand that the damage to the bodies is extensive. It'll be a gruesome, horrific sight."

"I want to see them. I want to know that they've paid a price for what they've done to you and me and the other women.

"Okay," June said. She used her employee's key to unlock the door. She pulled it open and ushered her daughter inside. In the cool room, there were sinks, big lighting fixtures, stainless steel tables, and a wall refrigerator with six compartments.

June walked to the refrigerator and pulled open a drawer. She slid out a body covered with a sheet. She did the same to a second compartment. She looked toward her daughter. Betsy nodded. June pulled one and then the other covering off. The white fabric fluttered to the floor.

Before them, were the bloody, battered remains of Governor Monroe and Dr. Monson. The men were naked and obviously dead. The corpses were covered with cuts, bruises, and severe abrasions. Even to the uneducated eye, one glance told you that they have suffered multiple broken bones. Their dicks were small, sad, shriveled tubes of flesh. Their faces had been pulverized by rocks and were unrecognizable.

June was shocked at the condition of the remains. Betsy stared at them with hard unforgiving, unsympathetic eyes for a full minute. Then, she said, "Let's go home."

^^^

The next day, funerals were held for the two men. Most colonists dressed in black and attend the joint burial. The official cause of death was listed as accidental. The explanation was they had been drinking and had fallen, but tongues wagged and rumors spread throughout the colony.

At dinner that night, Penny snickered and said, "Dad, I have a friend who works for the police and he said there was evidence that the Governor and Dr. Monson had engaged in anal sex."

"Please, Penny," Charles chastised his daughter. "That's hardly something to talk about at dinner. Let's not besmirch the reputations of two men who served the colony well for years."

^^^

Across town, the Youngs gathered for their evening meal. Gunther shoveled in a large forkful of food. He barely chewed and swallowed before he said, "Word on the street is Monroe and Monson each had a butt full of semen. The stupid fudge packers got carried away and fell off the mountain."

"Please, language," June said. She looked her son in the eye and said, "You're better than that. Let's not spread gossip or speak ill of the dead."

^^^A week later^^^

"Hi, Hunter, so glad you could make it," June said with a broad smile as she stepped away from Penelope.

Penelope smiled, waved, and said, "Hi, Hunter."

Penny looked him up and down like he was an ice cream cone she'd love to devour. Hunter looked her over. Penny was slim, fit, and short like her mother, Maggie had been. She was also nude. Hunter saw her cleft sex and cute, little boobs. Her nipples were erect. She had puffy, pink areolas that protrude out almost as much as her petite breasts.

Hunter said, "Hello, Penelope."

Then he focused on June as she stepped up to him. She was on her back patio greeting her guests as they came to her afternoon party. She was wearing a sheer, white lace bathing suit cover. Her breasts and bush were easily visible since the only other thing she had on were flip-flops. Behind her and around her were neighbors and friends. Some nude. Others dressed casually.

Hunter was shirtless and wearing swimming trunks. He said, "Thank you for inviting me. Can't say I've ever attended an organized skinny dipping party before." He gave her a smile and then his eyes drifted down to her breasts. He stared at her nipples which were as hard as pebbles.

When he looked up, he found her looking at his face. He blushed and said, "Busted. Sorry, I was ogling you."

She laughed and playfully slapped his arm. "Why do you think I'd mind if you looked at my boobs? I'm wearing a sheer top and no bra and I'm hosting a naked swimming party."

She surprised him with a big hug. She said, " Hunter, I am forever in your debt for taking care of my daughter. You are a special guy." She surprised him further by kissing him on the lips. "We Young's pay our debts. We should have had you over sooner. I apologize. Things came up and then there were the funerals.

"I did what anyone would have done," he said modestly.

June cut to the quick. She said, "Any man would have fucked Betsy."

He recoiled. A shocked look appeared on his face.

June laughed and said, "I see my language has stunned you. I said I owed you. I'll speak the truth. Any man would have had sex with Betsy. She young, attractive, and her wristband would have forced her. You looked after her. You calmed her fears, were kind to her, and gentle when you took her. I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"You've always liked her, haven't you. I remember you from school. You were awkward, quiet, and shy. You also had an uncontrollable cowlick. A tuft of hair on the back of your head was always standing up."

He self-consciously reached up to check if his damn cowlick was under control.

June smiled and was pleasant as she continued, "I remember thinking you had a crush on her. Betsy was oblivious. She was too busy with school and her activities to be serious with you or any boy."

She stepped into his personal space. They were practically nose to nose. June whispered in a husky voice, "You've grown into an attractive man." She grabbed his package and gently squeezed his dick and balls. "I owe you. We can go upstairs right now and I'll let you have me. In any hole or all of them if you want."

He blushed and backed away. "No, thanks." He said it so quickly he worried that he'd insulted her by refusing her offer. He added, "Not that you aren't attractive. Any man would want to sleep with you. I'm not a player. I think sex should be a loving act. With the forced propagation parties we have enough sex without feelings."

"Good answer," June said. She let go of his dick.

He was shaking and asked, "Was this a test? You were kidding, right?"

"Yes, it was a test and no, I wasn't teasing. I would have taken you upstairs and fucked the shit out of you. I'm glad you didn't take me up on my offer. I didn't think you were that kind of guy, but a mother has to check."

She smiled and said, " Here is me repaying my debt. Betsy really likes you. She's looking forward to seeing you again. Don't be quiet and shy today. Tell her how you feel. Continue to be the good, kind man that you are and I wouldn't be surprised if soon you became my son-in-law."

Again, a look of surprise showed on his face. This time it wasn't horrific. It was soon followed by a broad smile.

"Go find her. I'm not sure where she is," June said. She looked around. "The party runs from our house down to the skinny dipping pond. She's been helping me by putting the food out. There are tables with food and drink scattered about."

"Thank you," he said. He turned to go find Betsy.

^^^at about the same time^^^

Charles entered the house a minute after Hunter. The Young's front door was open. A sign directed everyone to cut through the house to the party in the backyard. As he was making his way through the family room, Betsy, who was coming from the kitchen, saw him and called out.

"Charles."

He stopped and looked her way. He saw a young, beautiful, brown-haired woman smiling at him. She had on a skin-tight, thong bikini bottom and was holding a large platter of cookies. She set the plate down and he was treated to an unobstructed view of her extraordinary, large, firm breasts.

He was awestruck. He stared at them and thought, "Those are magnificent!" That delayed his salutation. He stuttered when he did respond, "Err. Ah. Hi, Betsy."

She hurried to him, looped an arm in his, and dragged him toward the pantry. She said, "I want a word with you in private." She flipped on the light, closed the door behind them, and said, "Mom told me how wonderful you were and that she couldn't have gotten our revenge without you."

She hugged him and drove her pillowy breasts into his chest. She said, "Thank you! You don't know what a relief it is knowing I'll never have to see them again after what they did to me. I've thought about how I could properly thank you and this is what I've decided."

She slid down his body and knelt at his feet. He looked at her confused. All became clear when she reached up, loosen the drawstring on his bathing suit, and pulled it down to expose his dick.

He said, "Betsy, you don't have to do this. I did it for my daughter and the other women . . ."

She grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. She giggled and said, "I don't know how Penelope is going to thank you, but I'm going to suck your dick."

She wrapped her lips around his penis and massaged it with her tongue.

"Betsy, it was your mother's idea. Her plan."

She pulled off him, chuckled, and said, "I know. If she had a penis, I'd suck hers too."

She looked up at him with big, blue eyes. He saw her great tits in the background. Still, he resisted and said, "It's not necessary."

She gave him head and then stopped and said, "If a guy did you a favor, you'd say thanks. If it was a big favor, you give him a hearty handshake and buy him a drink. You did me an immense favor. Words, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek can't express how grateful I am. Let me do this."

He looked into her eyes and saw she was serious. He nodded. Betsy gave him an inspired blowjob.

Minutes later, he found himself on the brink. He was sweating and his breathing was ragged. He said, "I'm close. Can I finish on your boobs?"

"Uh huh," she grunted. She pulled off and raised up, and brought her breasts even with his dick.

Charles spanked his cock and grunted, "Ugg. Ohhh!" His dick exploded and ropes of cum landed on the young woman's fine pair.

She tittered as his jism coated her boobs.

Exhausted, he staggered back against shelves of can goods and boxes of dried food. Betsy stayed on her knees and let him admire his handiwork. He recovered and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're young. I took advantage of you."

She stood, swiped a finger across her boob, scooped up his cum, and quickly put it in her mouth. Then she said, "I'm young but old enough to know my own mind. This was my idea, not yours. No one forced me or talked me into it. I owed you. Big time! I thanked you, big time."

"Yes, you did."

"Go have fun at the party," she said. She laughed and said, "I need to clean up. For an old man, you spray a lot of spunk!"

Betsy opened the door and glanced around. She didn't see anyone and hurried toward the downstair's powder room. She didn't make it unnoticed. Alice, Hunter's prom date, turned the corner and saw her.

"Hi, Betsy," Alice said. She looked at her cum covered chest and added, "Looks like you're having fun!"

"Ah. Ah. Ah," Betsy babbled. She was so busted. She stood as motionless as a deer caught in a headlight. Then, she bolted into the bathroom.

Alice giggled and said, "I wonder whose spunk she is wearing." She went to the pantry, peeked in, and saw Charles adjust his clothing. She gave him a smile, a knowing look, and went outside to met her friends.

After Betsy cleaned herself off, she grabbed her tray of cookies and went outside. Her mother approached her and said, "Hunter, is here. He's looking for you."

Betsy smiled and looked around. June said, "He's a good man. Handsome too. He loves you."

"Did he say that?"

"Not exactly in words, but in his actions. Go find him."

Betsy giggled, gave the cookies to her mom, and went off in search of Hunter. She found him.

"Hi, Hunter," she said, smiling.

"Hi, Betsy." He stared into her blue eyes.

There was an awkward silence. Then, Betsy said, "Care for a swim?"

"Sure."

They walked down to the pond. Many people were in the water. Others stood or lounge beside it. Most were nude. Betsy grabbed two towels off a table and led Hunter to an open spot off to the side under a leafy tree. She dropped the towels on the ground and then, shimmed out of her bikini bottoms.

She smiled and proudly displayed her naked body. She turned her back to him, on purpose, to show off her fine bum. She extended the show by taking the time to fold her thong and then, she bent over at the hips and place it on her towel. She stayed bent over to make sure he got a good look at her firm bottom and furry sex.