Lieutenant Lawrence Moonwatcher

When Lieutenant Moonwatcher learned that he was not going to be promoted to First Officer of the 5-EX, he was disappointed. But as he thought about it, he decided that he did not want the job. Not on the 5-EX. The job was available only because Lieutenant Faraday was dead. Moonwatcher did not want a promotion that was paid for by the **** of a shipmate.

With his spirits lifted by the realization that he was satisfied with Admiral Thorndike's decision, Moonwatcher, like everyone else onboard, packed his gear and made travel arrangements. He booked a flight from Earth to Luna for noon tomorrow and checked into a hotel near the space-port for the night. Once he had dropped off his duffle bag in his room, he went downstairs for a drink.

It was a typical hotel bar. Located just off the lobby, it had a dozen tables and a piano (but no player at present). The lighting was dim, the floor covered by a patterned carpet, and the bartender wore a red linen jacket and a white shirt with a black bowtie.

There was only one other customer besides himself, which wasn't surprising considering it was mid-afternoon. The other patron was a woman, in her fifties, with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail by a black velvet band. She wore a dark blue, mid-calf length sleeveless dress. Her shoes and purse were black; her earrings and necklace gold. On her left third finger was a ring.

Sitting down with one stool between himself and her, he nodded at her before ordering a draft.

"Coming or going?" she asked.

"Going," he answered, a puzzled look on his face.

"The uniform," she said. Moonwatcher smiled when he realized the logic of her conclusion.

"Ah! Yes," Moonwatcher replied. "My ship just touched down this morning. I have a flight out tomorrow."

She asked him where to, he told her, adding, "I haven't seen my folks in nearly three years."

"Married?" she asked, then quickly said, "Nevermind. Don't mean to pry."

"Not prying," he answered. "Not married. Single. How about you?"

She looked down at her ring finger for a few seconds before snorting, "That's a good question."

Bingo! Moonwatcher thought. "My name is Lawrence. Although everyone calls me Larry, of course."

"Sybil," she replied, extending her right hand. Moonwatcher slid onto the stool separating them to shake her hand. From then on, it was just a matter of making small talk and buying drinks. At one point, when he deliberately pressed his knee against hers, she looked down at their legs then looked at his face. "How old are you, Larry?"

"Old enough to hold a Commission as an Officer in the Solar Guard," he answered. Then, after a second's pause, continued with, "I'm twenty-eight."

"A baby," she replied.

"You think so?" he asked, dropping his hand to rest on the top of her knee.

Lowering her gaze to his hand, she debated whether to remove it or not. Finally she decided to remove it, but not in a gesture of rejection. Clasping his hand with her own, she stood up saying, "Come on. Let's go to your room."

And thus, Lawrence Moonwatcher and Sybil Sterling spent a torrid afternoon and evening making wild, passionate love. Or crazy, animal sex. Depending on one's point of view. They did not even make it to the bed, but fell into each other's arms on the settee in his room.

After he had brought her to an orgasm twice, once with his mouth and once through coitus, he told her to turn over. She did, thinking he wanted to take her doggy-style. But a look of concern appeared on her face when she saw him opening his shaving kit and taking out a tube of K-Y Jelly.

"You . . . you carry a tube of lubricant around with you?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"Never know when you might need it," he answered, sitting down on the couch behind her and uncapping the tube.

"Larry . . . I . . . I don't know about this," Sybil announced.

"You'll be fine," he assured her. "I'll be gentle."

Turning her head to look forward, she blinked her eyes rapidly, not sure what she should do. The older woman on all fours felt her younger lover spreading her ass-cheeks apart with the thumb and fingers of one hand. When the tips of the index and middle fingers of his other hand touched her tight pucker, she sucked in her breath. He spread the cool jelly all around, lubing her up thoroughly. She really did not want to be violated back there, but the man was just so confident, such an attentive lover, and such a delicious piece of eye candy, she felt that she had to 'give up the butt' for him.

"Hmm, mmmn," she closed her eyes and tried to **** herself to relax when he pushed his fingers inside her sphincter, applying the K-Y up inside her as well. Although she could not see him doing it, Moonwatcher squeezed out a generous glob of the gel on his cock and smeared it over his shaft and glans. She felt the cushions shifting as he changed his position, putting one foot on the settee while his other remained on the floor. Placing the head of his now slick phallus between her buns, he asked, "Ready?"

It was a rhetorical question. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned forward, gradually applying pressure against the un-yielding ring of muscle. "Try to relax," he advised her. "Just relax."

Taking a deep breath, she tried to comply. Tried not to tense up.

"Ooofmph!" she grunted when the head of his cock finally breached her anus. He felt large. Huge. Impossibly gigantic back there. He hadn't seemed that big when he had been in her pussy or her mouth. But now it felt like she was being split into. For his part, Moonwatcher was remaining still, giving Sybil a chance to adjust to the intrusion. After a few moments, he slowly pushed forward again, shoving his shaft further and further up her ass. A fraction of an inch at a time.

"Oh, my goodness!" Sybil gasped. Not really in pain, but feeling uncomfortably bloated. She felt more and more of that cock being **** inside her 'back door', stuffing her to the bursting point. At last she felt his balls against her pussy-lips and she heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that her lover had 'hilted'. Had **** his cock all the way in, up to the hilt.

"You okay?" he asked in a soft voice. Sybil could only nod her head, trying to get used to the overwhelming feeling of fullness she was experiencing.

With the same deliberate slowness that he had used to enter her, he began to withdraw. As more and more of his cock left her colon, she exhaled a quick puff of air as she had been holding her breath.

"Oooghn," she groaned when he reversed direction, and began re-entering her. Sybil rolled her head in slow circles as Moonwatcher sawed back and forth within her asshole. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, he picked up speed. Poking in and out of her faster and faster until at last he was butt-fucking her at a good, steady pace. The abundant lubricant he had used caused his cock pistoning in and out of Sybil's bunghole to make loud, squishing sounds.

She pushed up with her arms, lifting her torso from the settee as Larry sodomized her. She couldn't say that she was enjoying the act, but it was not as bad as she had feared. And her handsome, dashing lover seemed to be so thoroughly enjoying buggering her.

Moonwatcher made loud, moaning noises as he rapidly approached his climax. It was not just the tightness of his older lover's most intimate of openings that was arousing him. Her position of submission, her willingness - no matter how **** - to allow him to violate her, all added to his excitement.

"Oh, Sybil!" he cried out, thrusting away frantically as his cock exploded deep inside her bowels, filling her colon with his hot, gooey cum. That ring of muscle clamped around his cock was so tight, the sperm rushing down the length of his shaft before erupting into her 'coal chute' was almost painful.

She fell forward when he collapsed heavily on top of her. His hot moist breath hissed in her ear as he tried to catch his breath. She, too, was winded, and the couple lay there gasping and panting. As his spent dick softened, her anus eventually expelled it from her colon. When it exited with a 'plop', a mixture of K-Y and sperm oozed from her rectum.