Crewman Grant

When the wide stairs of the 5-EX folded down onto the ground, Commander Smith, Lieutenant Moonwatcher, and Crewman Grant descended, looking all around at their new environment. Everything was sand and rock; absolutely no sign of vegetation anywhere. The cloudless sky had a pinkish tint and a warm, dry breeze was blowing. Not far from the ship was a dome-like structure half protruding from the ground. It was of Earth origins and would be the Base Camp for the Expedition.

Crewman Grant could not believe what he was seeing. Here, on this planet, long before man had developed civilization, perhaps even before man had come into existence, a species of intelligent life forms had lived, built, and perished. What type of beings they were, what they accomplished and thought, could be learned through the skills of his profession. He could hardly wait to meet the expedition that had been working here for the past two decades.

Suddenly he saw it. Not far from the 5-EX’s landing site was an artifact. Obviously not man-made; but not the creation of nature either. It was several stones carved into roughly rectangular shapes and mounted one atop the other to form a doorway or arch. He rushed towards, vaguely aware that the Captain was calling to him.

As he was examining it, he heard some one ask, “Can I help you gentlemen?”

“Professor Carson?” Grant asked when he turned in the direction of the voice. “Doctor Nigel Carson?”

He hurried towards the man who was wearing a long white coat covered with dust. The once black hair on his head and goat-tee was graying and his face was deeply lined. But Grant was still able to recognize him from the photographs he had seen. He gripped the startled Professor’s hand and pumped it vigorously.

“It is an honor to meet you, Sir,” Grant gushed, still shaking Carson’s hand. “I am Alan Grant, Ph.D., full Professorship at the University of Indiana of Earth. This is the Captain and Second Officer of the ship I came on.”

“I…I don’t understand,” Professor Carson looked from one man to the other.

Before any of them could explain further, a female voice cut in, “Looks like a ‘rescue’ ship has arrived, Nigel.”

“What? Huh?” the Professor spun around and looked as if he were surprised to see the woman standing there. “I thought you were going to remain at the dig while I investigated.”

Crewman Grant was also surprised at the woman. Not because she was there, but because of the way she looked. She was nearly as tall as he was, with long blonde hair and wide set brown eyes. Her smooth skin was a golden tan and she looked incredibly young, like one of his students back at College.

Turning back to the ship’s party, the Professor told them, “The sun reflecting off your ship caught my eye. Plus you stirred up quite some dust when you landed.”

“Why don’t you update those two on the status of the Expedition while I show your fellow Professor the dig?” the woman said to Professor Carson. She linked her arm cordially around Grant’s and told him, “I am Nigel’s wife. Judy Carson.”

As they walked away from the others, Professor Carson called out, “Judy, wait…Uh…Take it slow…Not…Not all at once.”

His wife just smiled at him and resumed leading Grant to the dig site.

“If you don’t mind my saying,” Grant told her, “you look very young. Almost too young to have been part of the expedition.”

The blonde woman holding his arm lowered her eyes and smiled. “I wasn’t. But my mother was. Seems she became bored with the whole affair. Maybe a little lonely. So I guess she wanted to have a child to fill her life…And here I am.”

“Ah!” Crewman Grant responded, satisfied with the explanation.

“I can understand my mother’s loneliness,” Judy added wistfully, talking more to herself than to Grant. Then she looked up and studied Grant’s face. “Have you ever been lonely, Alan? I mean really, really lonely. As if you were the last person left alive.”

“I…uh…guess,” he answered. The closeness of such a beautiful woman, especially after the long trip in Deep Space, made thinking difficult for him. “I guess everybody gets lonely once in awhile.”

By then they had passed over a sand dune and the Camp Site and ship were no longer in view. Without warning Judy spun on Grant and kissed him. She locked her full sensuous lips on his and grabbed the sides of his face with her hands.

He was startled at first, to say the least, but soon began responding to her kisses, putting his arms around her and holding her close to him as his tongue sought out hers.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended. She pushed away from him and he thought that it was over. It wasn’t. Instead she was seeking out his belt and fly with both of her hands, her brow knitted in concentration.

“What about…what about…” Grant glanced back over his shoulder.

“My husband?” Judy asked. By then she had his pants opened and was tugging them down past his hips and thighs. “Don’t worry about him. He’s probably bending your Captain’s ear with all the boring details of the Expedition.”

“Niiice,” she hissed when his hard cock sprang into view. She immediately dropped to her knees and curled her long, tanned fingers around his erection. She stroked it and fondled it while touching the underside of his testicles with just the finger-tips of her other hand. “I bet you were in space for a long time, huh?”

Grant was unable to speak, so overcome was he with excitement, that he just nodded his head.

Her eyes went back to his scrotum, staring at it, as if trying to guess how much pent up sperm it housed.

Sticking out her pink tongue, Judy licked the length of Grant’s cock, lathing it in salvia while her fist continued to stroke it. Finally, when his cock was glistening in the bright sunlight, Judy parted her full lips and pressed them around the head of his cock. She moved her head in closer, taking more and more of his hard cock into her mouth. She paused only briefly when the tip of his dick pressed against the entrance of her throat. Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she pushed forward, forcing his cock into the tightness of her throat.

Grant groaned when Judy did that. He rotated his hips and reached out to stroke her long blonde hair. Judy continued to engulf him, not stopping until her face was pressed into his abdomen, his pubic hairs tickling her nose.

After holding him inside her like that for nearly a minute, Judy slowly started moving her head off him, her lips gliding along the tight skin of his engorged organ.

“Oh, yessss,” Grant hissed, running his fingers through her hair.

Judy reached around behind him and gripped his buttocks, as if to hold him steady, as she once more moved her head towards him.

Over and over she did that. Kneeling at his feet in the sand, she fellated him leisurely, thoroughly. Taking him all the way down her throat and holding him there. Often she would make a swallowing motion while he was buried in her throat. The resulting constricting action caused Grant to moan, almost to whimper, it felt so good.

Before long Grant felt the familiar churning sensation and looked down at her, “Oh, Judy! I’m going to…I’m going to come!”

Her big brown eyes stared up at him and she began jerking her head back and forth rapidly, trying to draw the cum out of him with her lips, and tongue, and throat.

His legs and buttocks began to shake and then he exploded, spewing out thick gobs of his cum down her throat. Judy dug her nails into his butt-cheeks and pressed her face into his body. She could feel his testicles twitching against her chin as his cock spasmed within her throat, shooting his seed straight into her stomach.

Even when his orgasm had subsided, Judy seemed **** to release his cock from her mouth. But finally she let his flaccid organ slip from between her lips and she looked up at him. She still held him close to her with her grip on his butt and she rubbed her cheek against his thigh.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.