Chapter 2

“Ungh… ungh… ungh… yes… that’s it…” she grunted.

As they neared the ceiling, Sam spotted a pair of hand holds and gripped one of them with her left hand. With her right, she reached behind her back and clawed desperately at her bra catch, until suddenly it snapped open and her breasts tumbled free, her lacy black bra drifting away. Finally, they were both completely naked. She felt unleashed. Reaching up with her right hand up above her head, she gripped the other handhold and squeezed her eyes shut in ecstacy.

Carmen was relentless, sucking and tonguing in endless steady waves of motion. Each wave, however, had a little flourish contained in it to make it slightly different than the last. It was truly a virtuoso performance. She breathed sharply and loudly through her nose because her nostrils were mashed up against Sam’s mound.

Sam’s slender arms bent at the elbows, pushing and pulling against the hand holds, as she pressed and pulled away from Carmen’s full body inertia, the two women connected at her pussy like a docking ring at a ship’s entry port, Carmen’s hands on Samantha’s ass like docking clamps. Carmen released one butt cheek and let her hand float down, giving her own tits a quick fondle and grab.

“Make… me… come!” demanded Samantha. Carmen moaned into her pussy in response, nodding her head slightly.

She ran her free hand up Sam’s inner thigh, fingers reaching up and underneath where her mouth was attached to her girlfriend. She wriggled two fingertips around, and Sam felt them pressing at the entrance to her pussy. Still gripping the hand holds, she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly and approvingly at Carmen, who was looking right back at her.

Carmen watched Sam’s eyes widen in pleasure as her index and middle fingers slowly worked their way in. She kept pushing and watched as Sam involuntarily blinked and let her mouth hang agape as the fingers pushed on through the narrowing, clutching walls of her cunt, and beyond, till they were buried to the knuckle. The whole time, Carmen kept up her steady lapping at Sam’s happy little clit.

Carmen started pumping her fingers in and out as she slurped, first slowly but firmly, then a little more quickly, a little more forcefully. The sound of her fingers banging away at Sam’s sopping wet hole became the dominant sound the two girls focused on, in the quietly humming ship’s cabin.

Slap, slap, fap, fap, slap, slap…

“Oh, my god,” panted Samantha, the orgasm building in her stomach.

As Carmen’s fingers pistoned to a frantic pitch, tiny globules of clear, sticky liquid broke free from Sam’s pussy and spun off into space, where they might eventually be sucked into an intake for the air scrubbing systems. She watched as Samantha’s mouth fell open in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure reached a crescendo in Sam’s body as finally, finally she arched her back and began to come. Her eyes rolled back up into her head.

“Ohhhh…. unghnnnnnnn… I’mmmmma comingggggggghh”, she shouted.

Carmen felt the pussy walls around her fingers clench and impossibly, get even wetter, as Sam bucked her hard clit against Carmen’s rapidly licking tongue. The hand at the back of her head pressed harder.

Samantha’s dam burst. She came, and came, and came and came. Finally, after many long, tensed seconds, Sam’s body and legs relaxed and floated free, like she was a rag doll, momentarily spent. Carmen dared to slow the pace of her tongue, relishing the relief of a more relaxed rhythm, until finally she slurped her fingers out, peeled her face away, and stretched her slightly aching jaw from side to side.

Sam let go of her hand holds and they floated gently, naturally, towards the center of the cabin. Carmen kept hold of her at the waist, and slowly pulled herself up, and Sam down, so that her tits slid up Sam’s body and caressed her torso. Finally they ended up even, breasts pressed together, and Sam’s eyes fluttered open again, long pretty lashes flapping. God damn it, she looked gorgeous.

They caressed each other, tugging and holding for lazy, lovely minutes, running hands down backs and cupping each other’s bums. After a while, as their hearts stopped hammering and slowed to resting, goose bumps formed on their forearms and ass cheeks, at roughly the same time. Their bodies were in tune, sharing the same temperature, shifting to the same rhythms.

“Sophie, dear,” Samantha called out to the onboard computer.

If they didn’t know any better, they might have wondered if there was a hint of salaciousness to the computer’s rich, sonorous response.

“Ummm, please increase the cabin temperature by 2 degrees,” Sam requested.

“Done, boss. That will take 30 seconds.”

The air recyclers hissed to exchange the air.

“Hey Sophie,” Carmen ventured, “could you also play Amor Infinito by Gabriela Garcia?” This was an instrumental guitar piece by one of her favorite artists back home.

Soft flamenco guitar floated over the cabin’s speakers with gentle, swaying accompaniment.

“And please lower the cabin lights by 40 percent,” Sam finished for them.

The lights dimmed, and suddenly they were floating in a womb, enveloped in all the comforts the ship could offer.

Sam held Carmen’s face gently between her hands and they kissed, eyes fluttering closed as their eyelashes brushed against each other’s cheeks.

Sam brought her lips to one of Carmen’s ears, and she whispered, “I wanna 69 you.”

Carmen responded lustfully, “Yeah, me too. Let’s do it.”

Taking the lead in their floating dance, Sam placed two hands on Carmen’s waist and separated their bodies slightly.

“Hold still,” she said.

With that she spun Carmen’s body like a pinwheel, counter-clockwise. The equal and opposite reaction was for Sam to spin clockwise. Soon their crotches swiveled into view in front of their faces and they reached out to anchor themselves to each other.

Carmen couldn’t help giggling. “That was quite the maneuver, Specialist!”

“Thank you Captain, I hope I did you proud,” quipped Sam.

Full of giddiness and joy, they hugged each other, upside-down. Hands slid down the smalls of backs, and the sensations felt new again in their changed orientation. They ran their palms over each other’s buttocks and down their thighs, caressing past the backs of knees and all the way down to their calves. They each bent their knees and wriggled around to give the other’s roving hands access to every surface of their long, luscious legs.

Burying their noses in each other’s tufts of pubic hair, they delighted in olfactory heaven. Samantha’s curly, golden-blonde mini-bush smelled as fresh and sweet as grass with a hint of moist dew. Carmen’s scent was musky, forward, and thrilling, with the undertone of well earned sweat. They wrinkled their noses in each other’s crotches as they completely filled their senses with each other.

Samantha was the first to lick, just a quick run up (for her) and down (for Carmen) the hood over Carmen’s clit. Sam’s clever, pink tongue slipped back into her mouth and she pressed her lips together, savoring the salty taste of her lover’s most delicate skin.

Meanwhile Carmen tilted her head and mashed the side of her tongue over Sam’s pussy lips, claiming her own long, urgent taste of Eden.

They gripped each other’s bums as they each hunched over a bit to give each other full, face-enveloping access. Their tongues dove in and the two truly became one.

They wriggled fingers to pull ass cheeks slightly apart, exposing their cute little assholes to the air, as they dug into each other’s hot, willing pussies. Their thighs opened, their knees drifted up as they curled into fetal positions and nestled into each other, becoming one heavenly body still rotating slowly in 3 different axes. The guitar music washed over them as the ship’s gentle display lights played over their skin in the darkened, warm cabin.

“Fuck,” Samantha mumbled into Carmen’s dripping wet hole. “This is so hot.”

“Un-fuckingbelievable”, Carmen replied, lips working over Sam’s sweet nectar pot.

Their warm, sweaty bodies undulated against each other. They held each other close, and continued to eat each other out, but from time to time arms would snake free of their own accord, hands relishing in curves, tracing legs all the way down to feet and toes. Wild, desperate pulling at free appendages, fingers wrapped around toes and insoles – the two lovers contorted into impossible tandem yoga poses. Their bodies were hungry for more, more sensation, more pleasure, more connection. More of each other. Many lifetimes seemed to pass in utter bliss.

Finally, hands shifting to Carmen’s butt again, Sam pulled the cheeks apart once more, dipping her tongue into Carmen’s pussy. Reaching around and underneath the thigh, she wriggled the first two fingers of her right hand up the ass crack and let the tips meet her tongue at the gaping entrance to Carmen’s vagina.

Samantha shifted her tongue to a hard lapping motion over top of Carmen’s clit as her fingers entered her. Once they were stuck in the hot, pulsing hole up to the second knuckles, she curled her fingers and the pads of her fingertips found the wet, spongy mass of Carmen’s G-spot. They began massaging in the classic come-hither motion.

“Oh god, Sam,” Carmen exclaimed. “Oh… oh…. ah… that feels amazing…”

Carmen mirrored the path that Sam had taken, curling a couple of her fingers into and up Sam’s perfect pink pussy. Eyes closed in ecstasy, she lapped hard at the top of Sam’s hairless slit and pressed down on her clit from the outside with her tongue, while her fingertips pressed up and out to Sam’s mound from the inside through the G-spot. Stimulation surrounded Sam’s little pleasure nub from all angles.

“Mmmnnnnnnnnnngggnngggggg…” Sam could only moan.

Carmen moaned and whimpered too, as they worked their finger and tongue magic on each other. They were rising to a crescendo now. Fireworks began to go off under each other’s eyelids and the waves of white hot pleasure started cresting in little electric mini-splashes. They were coming closer, and closer, and closer… and suddenly there was a silence of anticipation as they each felt their insides contract, and after a beautiful eternity, finally EXPLODE!

“AAAUUGGGGHHHHHHGGHGHHGHGHGGHGHGH”, the pair screamed in unison.

Jets of hot, clear fluid shot out over their mutual fingers and tongues, coating their faces and some of it breaking free of the surface tension and flying off into little globules that spun off to splatter the cabin walls and control panels. They kept screaming, as their orgasms stretched out, seemingly without end. If they felt anything other than pleasure they would have felt fear, as they seemed caught in an infinite loop of uniformly supreme climax.

After nearly passing out, they finally seemed to be coming down, and Sam returned from the brink and started to relax.

“No, keep going,” grunted Carmen.

Eyes widening, Sam sped up her tongue and fingers once again, frigging away at Carmen’s hole with new abandon. Carmen did the same, and the wet slurping and sucking sounds intensified.

Their backs arched and another pair of orgasms tore through their exhausted bodies. And after a while, another. And another. Each time their toes curled, their skin flushed, their minds begged for more as the pace of their tongues and fingers slowed from increasing fatigue. It was like a number of lesser peaks of the roller coaster on the way down from the biggest stomach-churning drop, each one a unique pleasure as time flowed on, coloring each experience with progressing context.

Gradually, they slowed and extracted themselves, transitioning to caresses and upside-down hugs, and more than a few tears of relief and joy.

Without either of them asking the computer to do it, the music faded away to silence, and the lights dimmed even further, so that only faint outlines could be made out. Their breathing slowed, and holding each other, they floated free, without care.

Sam and Carmen drifted off to Elysium dreams of even more pleasure and gratification. These moved onto dreams of home and rest, and then to dreams of the stars, among which they had made their new home.