Lieutenant Moonwatcher

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.

“A desolate enough looking place,” Commander Smith observed, then grinned at Lieutenant Moonwatcher. “Remind you of home?”

The Lieutenant had been born and raised on Mars, but before he could make a reply, a voice interrupted.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” a male figure wearing a dusty coat that reached almost to his ankles asked. His black hair and goat-tee had streaks of gray and his face had the heavy lines of one who has spent most of his life out in sun. “I am Professor Nigel Carson.”

“Professor Carson,” Lieutenant Moonwatcher replied. “I tried contacting your base but got no response on the radio.”

“Yes. It is broken. Has been for sometime. I was over on Dig 32-41. The sun reflecting off your ship caught my eye, then you stirred up quite some dust when you landed. Who are you, anyway?”

While Commander Smith was answering that question, Lieutenant Moonwatcher noticed a woman approaching. Like the Professor, she wore a long, dusty coat and her long, dark hair was also beginning to gray.

“Hello,” she said in a soft voice, addressing all three of the men from the 5-EX but looking directly at Lieutenant Moonwatcher. “I am Judy Carson. Nigel’s wife.”

As the group talked, it was decided that Judy Carson, also a Professor of Archaeology, should take Lieutenant inside to the camp’s subterrean quarters to explain what happened to the rest of the Expedition.

As they walked away, Professor Nigel Carson called out some instructions to his wife. Something about taking it slow and not all at once. Before Lieutenant Moonwatcher had a chance to ask about it, they were inside the cool, dim area that served as the Expedition’s living area.

“It’s nice in here, isn’t it?” Judy asked. “Sometimes I spend so much time in the sun I think it is going to fry my brain.”

Lieutenant Moonwatcher made some sort of comment agreeing with her and she continued. “Of course, I guess it is better than being cooped up on your ship for such a long period of time.”

Her blue eyes searched his face. “Are there women on your ship as well? Or are you three the entire crew?”

“Just males,” Lieutenant Moonwatcher said. The room did not seem as cool as it had earlier. Could it be because she had moved closer to him? She was a very attractive woman. “All eighteen of us.”

“Eighteen?” she repeated. Her eyes stayed on his face while her hands reached for his belt.

“Hey? What…what are…” Lieutenant Moonwatcher jerked his head to look back over his shoulder towards the entrance of the dwelling.

“Oh, don’t worry about Nigel,” she told him, her hands now busy with his fly. “If I know my husband, given half a chance he will talk your Captain’s ear off about his work.”

Hooking her fingers into the waist band of this pants and under-shorts, Judy Carson squatted down, bringing Lieutenant Moonwatcher’s clothing with her. She shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles and repositioned herself so that she was on her knees, his cock at her eye-level.

After toying with his cock and balls for a few moments, stroking his shaft with a loose grip, she had him rigid and ready. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward and swallowed him in one swift motion, taking into her mouth and down her throat. All the way to his balls until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair.

“Geez!” Lieutenant Moonwatcher moaned as watched his cock disappear into Judy’s mouth only to re-appear a few seconds later, then disappear again. Over and over she did this to him. Taking him all the way down her throat, her full lips sliding along his hard shaft.

Lieutenant Moonwatcher gripped her head with both of his hands, moving along with her. Soon he was directing her actions, controlling the speed of her movements. Spreading his legs further apart for better balance, he started thrusting his hips back and forth while holding her head perfectly still. It was as if he was fucking her mouth. And throat. Shoving his thick cock deep into her oral cavity.

Judy made no sign of protest at being used that way. Far from it. Her hands gripped his ass and she moaned and murmured as he plunged in and out of her mouth.

With a deep groan Lieutenant Moonwatcher tensed his entire body, his hips thrust forward as he pulled her head in close to him, mashing her nose against his lower abdomen. He unleashed a torrent of cum, shooting it down the tight confines of her throat. Her swallowing motions caused her throat to constrict and then relax, milking all the semen out of him.

Panting and gasping for breath, Lieutenant Moonwatcher released his grip on Judy’s head. She kept her face pressed against him, her hands on his backside holding his body to her. Slowly, she too relaxed her grip on his ass and moved her head back from him. His salvia-covered cock slipped from between her lips.

“Welcome to Planet M-114,” she smiled up at him.