Lick Like Your Life Depends on It

As much as you've fantasized about being smothered by Tracie's pussy, you really don't want to go out this way. You're about to muster every ounce of determination you have in a likely futile attempt to push her off your face when you suddenly have a better idea. Rather than try to pull away from her smothering snatch, you push into it. Wispy white pubic hairs tickle your nose as you slide your tongue between the folds of her labia.

"Wha... hey! You're not supposed toooOOOHH... fuck!" she cries out in surprise. She clearly wasn't expecting you to just dive into her muff like that. Encouraged, you wrap one arm around her thigh so you can dig in even more while you work your other hand towards her **** holes to give your tongue an assist. Ignoring the urgent call for oxygen from your lungs, you keep licking like your life depends on it. Her pale blue wetness smears across your face. You feel her tense as one finger slips into her, then another.

"Aaahh! No-no-no... Get out of there, you... fuck! Ooooh fuck that feels... that feels... Mmmm!" Now it's her turn to try to wriggle away while you probe and massage her soft insides. You don't let her though as you wrap your arm even more tightly around her thigh and circle her clit with your tongue. Feeling even braver, either from her responses or your lack of oxygen, you slip a finger into her tight asshole.

"Eeek! What the fu... What the fuuu... FUUUCCKK!!!" she screams as her pussy and asshole throb together around your digits. You can tell she's getting much closer to cumming than she wants to be, and that's good for you. Making her lose control over her orgasm is your best chance of survival and escape. Desperately, you lick and finger-fuck her like there's no tomorrow. She still has an iron grip on your hair, but now she's trying to rip your head away from her sex. She shakes, she spasms, she arches her back and moans with abandon.

"No! No! This can't be happening! You're gonna make me... gonna make me... mmmmm-make meeeEEEE... CUM!!!" It's as if a dam she had been desperately holding back just broke. Your mouth is flooded with her sweet tangy juices. You pull your fingers out of her holes, and she falls over. Her body is still twitching, overcome by the surprising strength and suddenness of her orgasm.

You're free! Quickly you climb to your feet and dash to the shuttlecraft. Without looking back, you quickly slide the door open and jump in. Closing the door behind you, you take the pilot's seat and quickly realize that you have no idea how to fly a shuttlecraft. Desperately looking back and forth over the many buttons and switches in front of you, you find one labeled "Hangar Door". You hit it, and immediately the shuttlecraft starts to shake. You see the hangar doors in front of you begin to part. Then you see loose objects and debris fly around the hangar towards the opening doors.

"Shit!" you swear under your breath as you realize you forgot to depressurize the bay first. Then you see zh'Thracia fly past you with a look of sheer panic on her face. Feelings of shock and guilt shoot through you as you see her flailing body tumble helplessly into the blackness of space. The shuttlecraft slides across the deck after her, about to tumble out as well. You hit a button labeled "thrusters" and grab what looks like steering controls. The shuttlecraft lurches forward into space and careens haphazardly as you try to get a feel for the controls. A light flashes over the comm panel, and the malevolently logical voice of Mr. Spock comes through the speaker.

"Mr. Doe, your attempt to escape is futile. There is nowhere to run. You will return to the ship and face punishment for your actions."

"Not a chance! I don't know where I'm going, but I'm getting out of here!" you respond before closing the channel. You have to admit to yourself he's right though. There's nowhere to go... except maybe back down to the planet. You throttle the controls to send the ship barreling toward the planet, hoping you can teach yourself how to land this thing on the way down. Then you realize you're headed straight for an ion storm and adjust your hopes to managing a survivable crash.

A familiar tingle crawls across your skin. Your ears start to ring and your vision begins to shimmer.

"No!" you shout as you feel your body dematerialize in a transporter beam. The shuttle rocks violently as it is struck by the storm the instant before it completely disappears around you.

Then, there is nothing.