Story excerpt

Not for the first time, Rachel wondered if she had made the right decision in volunteering for the space station experiment. At the time, she felt as if it was her only option to get out of the bunkers below ground. With the sun having major solar flares nearly every day, many women had Shear’s disease and were no longer able to have children. Those women who didn’t have the disease were sequestered beneath the ground in the government bunkers to protect them.

She had grown tired of seeing nothing but metal and earth for over two years. She longed for sunlight and wind on her face that wasn’t artificially made. The space station mission had seemed like a godsend to her at the time. It would get her out of the bunkers and outside. There had already been men living on the new planet for over a year now, so it had to be safe. She barely even skimmed over the information packets they had provided until they had boarded the shuttle and taken off. Then reality kicked in.

They would be living in a dorm until they married. Then they would have to help with gardening and putting up food. She didn’t know a thing about gardening. She was a great cook and could sew, but canning? Rachel didn’t have a clue how to do any of that. What man would marry her without those skills?

Once she’d gotten past her fear, she had talked to several of the other women and found that they didn’t know any more about how to garden than she did. She didn’t feel quite as dumb after that.

She resisted the urge to kick the closet door, knowing all it would gain her was a hurt foot, if not a broken toe. She needed to get busy and choose someone before all the men she had even a passing interest in were taken.  She had met nearly all of them, but so far none of them really struck her as intriguing.

Well, they were having a dinner that night with dancing afterwards. She would meet all of the remaining available men there. She decided on her outfit and then wondered if dressing in her finest clothes was a good idea. Maybe what she needed to do was wear work clothes to show that she was suitable wife material.

Wear the freaking dress, Rachel. You’re doing the choosing, not them. It doesn’t matter what you look like in the long run.

When it was time to go, she’d changed her dress three times and nearly worn the wrong color shoes because of it. She couldn’t get her heart to stop fluttering, and felt as if she would pass out at any minute. She had never been so nervous in her life.

Dinner was uneventful with two women and four men to every table. The men at her table were all nice looking, but just didn’t stir her juices. She hoped she would meet someone at the dance because it looked like several of the women had already begun to choose their men.

As soon as the music started, couples drifted out on the floor. Rachel accepted dance requests and enjoyed dancing with the men, but still, she didn’t like any of them as husband material. What was she looking for? She didn’t know the answer to that question. Maybe she would be the last one left and get stuck with the least likely pair of men on the planet. It would serve her right for being so picky.

She felt something tingling on the back of her neck and turned around to see if someone was staring at her. She looked but saw no one looking in her direction. She sighed and once again accepted another dance request from yet a different man.

Adult Excerpt

“Please, Andrew. I don’t want to wait. I miss you two. We can all three have sex and not bother my stitches. Please!”

“She’s begging, Andrew.” Danny managed to point this out as he walked backward into the bedroom.

“Aw, hell. Fine.” Andrew began undressing.

Danny picked Rachel up and sat her on the bed. Then he climbed up and lay down, so she could climb on top of him again.

“Wait and let me help you,” Andrew said.

Rachel had already impaled herself on Danny’s cock. Her cunt felt full and would feel even fuller once Andrew filled her ass with his dick. Between the two of them, she would be crammed full of cock, just like she wanted to be. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it made her feel loved to be between them like that.

Andrew applied lube to her back hole with his fingers. The cool substance caused her to shiver. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the discomfort shivering caused her stitches. Danny must have noticed because he ran his hands up and down her arms in a soothing gesture.

Then Andrew was preparing her with his fingers. The quick pinch and slow burn left her breathless for a few seconds. She pushed back against his fingers. Once he added the third one, she was panting.

“I’m ready for you, Andrew. Fuck my ass. Fill me full.” She couldn’t wait to feel both of them moving inside of her.

Andrew rubbed her lower back as he positioned his cock at her tender back hole. He pushed forward while she pressed back, and his cockhead popped through her inner ring. She moaned and pushed back again. He held her hips still. She knew she needed to let her body adjust to his girth, but she wanted to move. She needed to move to spread the burn the stretching caused.

“Please, move. I need you to move.” She sank back down on Danny’s cock, then pulled off and tried to push back on Andrew’s dick. He held her hips still.

“Let us do the work so you don’t strain those stitches, or I’m calling a halt to this right now,” he said.

Rachel immediately stilled, and prayed they would hurry up and move. As if hearing her silent plea, they began pulling out and pushing forward over and over until she began to feel the pleasure creeping up on her. They tunneled in and out of her slowly at first, then slowly picked up speed. Fire burned deep in her womb as her climax grew within her.

She felt them each individually inside her, and then as a one pushing against each other through her body. She felt a part of them when they were all three joined like this. She hoped it meant something to them as well. She prayed that they would fall in love with her as deeply as she had with them.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, Rachel,” Andrew ground out between clinched teeth.

“I’m not going to last, Andrew.” Danny grunted.

They continued to move her between them, but one of them slipped a hand between them and fingered her clit.