The art of low gee fucking

Valerie steps forward and takes her place on Martin's other side, grasping his free hand in hers. She stares at the mesmerizing sight of the circling stars, saying nothing. I stand on my tiptoes so my mouth is close to Martin's ear.

"This is your chance," I whisper as quietly as I can. "Do not be stupid."

Martin clears his throat. "Valerie...maybe you and I...after a climb like that...I could use some relief."

Valerie's voice is teasing. "You want to fuck me? And which hole of mine would you ravage?"

"Ah...ah...your...cunt. Your cunt is fine."

"I know it is." She melts into his side, one hand squeezing his taut ass cheeks greedily, the other pumping his cock to fullness. I move away from the two, amused at Martin's discomfort. After watching for a bit, I turn on my flashlight and place it on the platform to better illuminate the scene.

This motion catches Martin's attention. "Marissa!" he says, turning his head to face me. "You shouldn't be left out. Maybe we could go back down...find one of the men..."

I giggle and shake my head. "Do not be silly. You are going to satisfy us both!"

"What?" His face is full of confusion, but Valerie grins mischievously, knowing exactly what I intend. She unhooks Martin's utilities and pushes his shoulders, hard, throwing him off balance. Martin's feet leave the ground, his arms wheel about uselessly, and his eyes widen in brief panic. I can't help but laugh as I watch him fall slowly onto his back. Valerie immediately squats above him and feeds his upthrust cock through her lower lips, settling down until he's fully within her cunt.

Meanwhile, I pace around to his head. "It is not hard to understand," I say. "Valerie receives your cock, and I get your tongue!"

"Wait!" he says, squirming beneath Valerie, but it is too late. I have dropped myself down upon his face. His nose pokes into the bottom edge of my lips. I lean forward, grabbing hold of his chest, and wriggle my backend slightly. After a moment, his tongue reaches out tentatively, exploring my nub and the entrance to my passage. I moan sensuously.

In the near darkness, lit only by the glare of the flashlight and the weaker glow of the stars outside the window, the three of us take what pleasure we can. Martin grows bolder, his hips pushing into Valerie, the two of them drifting upward slightly with every thrust. His tongue licks my length as I would lick the shell of a boiled egg before punching its way into my depths. Valerie and I face each other, our hands grasping the other's for support. I watch the paroxysms of strong emotions flit across her face.

"It is big, isn't it?" I ask.

She cackles breathlessly. "Yes...delightfully big. And you? Does he wield his tongue well?"

"He doesn't do badly," I sigh in contentment. "Very enthusiastic, but he could use more training."

Valerie laughs. "We women of the polly have our work to do then. We cannot allow our chief engineering expert to lag in such a crucial subject."

The fucking continues. I am nearing my release. By the slight flush in her cheeks and the catch in her breath, I can tell that Valerie is close is well. Serendipitously, we manage to climax together. My whole body shudders. My thighs clench themselves against Martin's head as my arousal pours from my cunt. I close my eyes tightly, but flashes of white burst against the inside of my eyelids as I ascend on a wave of bliss.

When I return, I find myself wrapped around Valerie. We are hugging each other tightly. Valerie half-sobs in ecstasy against my ear. Someone is flailing desperately with their arms, trying to dislodge my thighs. I startle as I realize it's Martin! I push myself to my knees.

My emissions have congealed over his nose and mouth, drowning him. As soon as I am clear, he wipes his face with his hands and pulls in a deep, heaving breath before coughing up more fluid.

"Oh, Martin!" I exclaim. "I am so, so sorry!"

"It's okay," he says. "I can think of many worse ways to go than suffocated to death beneath two beautiful women."

By this time, Valerie has dismounted as well. She kneels beside Martin. His cock remains firmly upright, unsatisfied. She grabs his shaft and points to his balls. "Help me finish him," she orders me.

Between my fondling and Valerie's vigorous pumping, it does not take long. Martin gasps a final time and semen spurts directly upward, a spreading stream of droplets arcing six or seven ems. Each ejaculation is slightly weaker than the one before, only achieving five ems of height, then four, then three. Valerie watches avidly as the cloud of sperm hangs suspended above our heads before drifting slowly spinward and falling down to splash against the platform some distance away.

"That was very well done, Martin," she says approvingly. "You may have even beaten Cedric's record. You certainly surpassed Ron."

"Didn't know I was in a competition," he pants weakly. "I'll have to prepare for next time." All three of us break out in hapless giggles.

One short rest later, Valerie resumes the tour. Martin insists on walking the entire circumference of the platform, examining each of the engines closely. Then we descend back down the stairs and visit a couple more of the side thrusters scattered along the outer perimeter.

By the time we return to the polly, the sunstrand is half-waned. Martin and Valerie retreat to her room to continue more of their engineering talk. I walk about aimlessly, introducing myself to everyone I meet. This is my new polly--however temporary--and I want to start building friendships sooner rather than later.