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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Baby Game: A Galaxy Slut Galina Story (FFM, sci-fi, mc, preg) by Sakka (Sakka66@aol.com) *** As a scandalous wave of unplanned, and embarrassing pregnancies strikes the older women of the Galactic Empire, Galina Barding and her friend Dr. Lyza Ellazar (both now 60 years old and enjoying their peaceful retirements) come into the crosshairs of a super-rich playboy stud looking to make them into instant grandmothers. *** (Author's note: the following story is set in a distant future many thousands of years from now, and assumes that human beings have settled on untold millions of worlds throughout the galaxy. Thanks to the extremely high technology of the Galactic Empire (dominant government of the day), human lifespans routinely run to more than a hundred years, and women routinely remain fertile (at least theoretically) well into their 50's, 60's and beyond. Further, cheap and commonly available technology (in the form of microscopic robots injected into the body and programmed to repair body tissue) maintain the semblance of youth even as the body inevitably ages...) When Scout Pilot Galina Barding finally mustered out of the Galaxy Scout Service at age 58, she could hardly believe she had spent the last 40 years of her life in the organization. Thanks to the modern medicine available in the Galactic Empire, she was still quite well-preserved, but it was a shock to realize middle age had come and gone without her really noticing. Even two years later--in Galaxy Year 1128- it was hard to really grasp how time had flown. "Am I really 60 years old?" Galina said, looking at her reflection in a starport terminal window. "Well, you wouldn't feel so old if you hadn't done something more constructive with your life." Galina smiled, otherwise ignoring the smart remark from her best friend, Dr. Lyza Ellazar. Unlike Galina--a shapely blonde well over 170 centimeters tall--Lyza was a pudgy redhead just over 150 centimeters tall, but their stature was just the first of many differences. Whereas Galina had been raised in the poorest neighborhood of Krakatoa Starport, Lyza was raised in luxury by noble parents and was technically a baroness. 20 years earlier, Lyza had retired from the medical branch of the Galaxy Fleet as a commodore, then went on to marry Ezra Gamalon (a wealthy naval architect) and- fertile little nymph she was--bore a daughter three months later, and a son ten months after that. Sadly, Ezra himself died shortly thereafter, but Lyza was now the proud parent of two grown children (her daughter attending Krakatoa U, and her son attending the Naval Academy) and was widely respected as a pillar of the community on Krakatoa. Conversely, Galina--despite a lifetime of fucking--had no children, had never been married, and was not considered the pillar of any particular community. "I don't know," Galina said, looking her friend up and down; "if getting fat and dumpy is constructive, I think I'll pass." "So!" Lyza said, "that's the thanks I get for keeping you company in your old age." "Gaia, Lyza--I'm only 6 days older than you are." Lyza huffed, throwing her long coat around herself dramatically, but Galina knew she was being ungenerous. Lyza was really not a bad-looking woman--especially when she flashed her cherubic smile--and Galina had seen more than one young spacehand glance at Lyza's shapely legs and cute feet on other planets. But being a proper lady, Lyza affected to be less interested in quick and cheap sex than Galina. On the planet Dubbity, though--where they happened to be now--quick and cheap sex was not very easy to come by. Although they remembered Dubbity Starport as a bustling place in their younger days, most of the starship traffic had moved to other worlds now, and there weren't nearly as many handsome young men around as Galina remembered; indeed, there weren't many people at all (male or female) since most of the population had migrated elsewhere long before. Further, it was now nearing wintertime on Dubbity, and it didn't help Galina that she had to conceal most of her body under a Scout-surplus trenchcoat. Like Lyza, she left her coat open (in her case, so she could show off her short black dress), but it was hard to feel sexy with the chill ocean breeze swirling around her bare legs and feet--the latter propped up in spike- heeled sandals. Although Lyza was wearing sandals, too--wedgies with simple thong vamps and intricately- woven ankle straps--she was otherwise sensibly dressed in trousers and a nice warm sweater. "Hey, look at that," Lyza said, suddenly noticing the headline on a nearby newsvid display, mounted on the terminal wall; "'Lady Danelaw Reveals Surprise Pregnancy'." "You're kidding," Galina said, although she could see the headline too, clearly enough. "That's what it says," Lyza replied, moving closer to read more of the article; "'In a surprising development at the capital, Lady Elsapeth Danelaw (74), the Imperial Minister of Justice, revealed yesterday that she is pregnant with twins...'" Intrigued, Galina followed after Lyza and stopped beside her before the newsvid. "'...the news came as a shock to both Lady Danelaw and her husband'," Lyza went on, "--yeah, I'll bet--'as Lady Danelaw had her last child over thirty years ago...'" "Well, how about that," Galina said; "I heard a lot of older ladies were getting pregnant recently, but really!" "Oh my..." Lyza said, turning away from the holovid while blushing and trying not to smirk; "that has got to be embarrassing!" "Well," Galina said, "it wouldn't hurt you to put out once in a while." "Galina, really!" "Hey, I see the way you ogle the boys. You know you want to." "Well, I might WANT to," Lyza conceded, "but I'm a good Christian widow." Galina snorted. "Being a 'good Christian' didn't keep you from humping everyone in sight when we were younger." "Well, that was different," Lyza said, uncomfortably; "I just can't--act like that now. Poor Ezra would roll over in his grave..." Galina kept her answer to that to herself; 'poor Ezra' hadn't been half the saint Lyza pretended he was now, out of respect for the dead. Galina herself had fucked him quite a few times herself--when Lyza was pregnant and not in the mood--but that was a secret Galina would rather not share with her best friend. Since she had taken the virginity of Lyza's first boyfriend when they were teenagers as well, she felt it was better if Lyza not know all the sleazy things Galina had done behind her back. //Then again,// Galina rationalized, //it was better for Ezra to fuck me than some total stranger; and teaching Blain how to fuck did make him better for Lyza...// "Well, it's not getting any warmer out here," Lyza said finally, breaking Galina's train of thought, "so I'm going back to the ship. You coming?" "No," Galina said, taking a pair of sunglasses out of her coat pocket and putting them on; "I think I'll..." "...go look for some cheap dive full of horny men?" "Something like that." "Well, knock yourself out," Lyza said, turning to go. Galina really wasn't sure quite what her plan would be, though, now that she was there by herself. Lyza would be comfortable enough relaxing back on the "Springbok"--the surplus scoutship Galina had been given upon retirement--but Galina wasn't really sure what would be the best place to look for sex on this planet without getting mugged or raped. In the meantime, she figured it wouldn't hurt to get out of the weather for a bit, so she entered the nearest public passenger terminal to warm up. Befitting a poor planet without much commerce, the terminal was run-down and drafty, with no one on hand except a seedy old ticket agent and a drunk passed out near the lavatories. Gamely, though, Galina walked across the marble floor--her spike heels echoing in the empty building--until she found a heater grate to stand by. Since it was near the holomural listing arrivals and departures, she pretended to study that while the hot air warmed her legs. //I must be getting old,// she thought, feeling the straps digging into her toes and ankles as her feet warmed up; //I don't remember these sandals ever feeling so tight...// Just then, however, she caught the sound of someone approaching, and she lifted her head as the person stopped before the holodisplay. Casting a sidelong glance through her sunglasses, she noted that it was- of all things--a fairly-normal looking man. But then, as she looked closer, she saw it wasn't just an ordinary-looking man, but an extraordinary-looking man; rakishly-dressed in a tailored black bomber jacket and red bodysleeve, he looked a character straight out of a holovid movie--boyishly-handsome, with deep brown eyes and wavy black hair. "Excuse me, ma'am--" he said, and Galina started. "What--?" "I'm sorry," he said; "did I startle you?" "Uh...no," Galina lied; "you were saying?" "Oh, I was just wondering if you had any idea when the next ship might be leaving for Bellamar." "Bellamar? You mean the resort planet?" "Well," the man said, with a toothy smile, "it's not all resorts. I live there--and I'm trying to get back." "Oh," Galina said, turning to look at the board through her shades; "well, it doesn't look like there's anything soon." "Yes, I rather suspected that. It's just that, you see, Mother will be so upset if I'm not there for the next shareholder's meeting." "Shareholder's meeting?" "Well, I'm just a junior vice president," the man said, humbly, "I guess it's not really critical that I be there; but Mother did loan me her yacht, and now I'm stuck here..." Turning back to the stranger, Galina finally realized it was kind of hard to get a really good look at him through her sunglasses and took them off. Mainly, this confirmed her first impression that he was a fine- looking lad--maybe 25 if looks accounted for much; further, she had a sense that she had seen his face somewhere before, although she couldn't quite place it. "Well, it just so happens," she said, "I have a ship." "Oh, no--I couldn't impose." "Oh, it's not like I have a schedule or anything," Galina said, casually throwing back her coat to rest her hands on her hips, and letting one long leg jab out provocatively. "Maybe I could even take a look at your ship; I'm pretty good with machines..." The man looked skeptical, raising an eyebrow. "I used to be a scout," Galina explained; "I've had a lot of experience." "My God," the man said; "I thought you were some kind of actress or something!" "Oh," Galina blushed, "shucks." "No really--you are gorgeous!" A long silent moment followed, as Galina lowered her eyes (to the stranger's crotch), and the man lowered his eyes to the cleavage of her breasts, still quite full and firm despite her age. "I really could look at your ship," Galina said finally, lifting her eyes. "And I could fuck you," the stranger said, in a sudden whisper, "six ways from Sunday." "Or that." * * * Following the stranger out to the street to hail a robot hovercab, Galina could feel herself going wet between her legs even as a strong wind blew up around the both of them. She felt like a silly fuck-happy teenager all over again, and it didn't help that this person--whoever he was--had the tightest ass she'd ever seen. And it wasn't like he wasted any time in the cab, either; no sooner had he told the robot driver their destination (the luxury docks several minutes from the main port), and paid for the trip with his personcard, than he was sliding up next to Galina and wrapping his arms around her, cupping her 38C breasts through her dress. Before she knew it, he had peeled back the fabric to reveal her twin lovelies, and Galina's gasped as he bent down to take one plump pink nipple in his mouth. "Uh--pardon me for asking," Galina said, feeling him start to suck on her tit, "but WHO are you?" "Oh, sorry," the man said, rolling her other nipple around beneath his fingers; "name's Peter. Peter Cox." "OF THE COX COMBINE--?!" "Hey, Baby," Peter said softly, "not so loud!" //Of course--// Galina thought, with sudden excitement //--that's where I've seen him!// As heir to one of the largest fortunes in the galaxy, Peter Cox had shown up in the newsvids once or twice- most recently mentioned in passing when the news caught wind of his widowed mother having two babies out of wedlock in 1124. "The Cox Combine..." Galina gawked; "that's worth trillions of credits...!" "Well, let's talk about that later..." Peter said, tucking one hand down between her thighs, and finding her panties sopping wet. "By the way, who are YOU?" "Uh...Galina..." Galina said, feeling his fingers find her clitoris underneath her panties; "--Galina Barding!" It occurred to Galina, of course, that 'Peter' might be outright lying about his identity--indeed it was far more likely than not. However, he had a smooth, sexy manner, and Galina was willing to play along for the moment. Putting another thought aside (that she ought to call Lyza sometime, and tell her where she was) Galina felt Peter's growing cock through the material of his bodysleeve, and freed it through the seam in the crotch. Unbelievably, the cock was just as impressive as Peter himself--a rock-hard slab of man-meat easily 18 centimeters long and a good 5 centimeters around, studded with veins and partnered with two of the biggest balls Galina had ever seen; further, judging by the pre-cum starting to ooze from the broad helmet of Peter's cock, Galina could see it was just as happy to see her as she was to see it. Thus, she quicky squirmed around in Peter's arms until she could get her mouth near his groin, and happily proceeded to suck his beet-red boner. Not surprisingly--hard as he was--Peter didn't last for long. Oozing still more pre-cum on her tongue, the cock seemed to swell even larger inside Galina's mouth, and she was gratified to hear Peter moan as she nursed on his member. To his credit, Peter held off for nearly a minute, but the sheer pleasure was ultimately more than he could take; still inside her mouth, he squirted a thick rope of hot and salty sperm across her tongue, then shot still more as she gamely tried to gulp it down. There was too much to swallow, though, as it kept pouring forth in gushing torrents, and Galina finally was forced to lift her head and gasp for air. "Damn, you're sexy," Peter said, kissing her even as his own cum drooled from the corners of her lips. "Think you have any left?" Galina asked, politely wiping his cum off both their faces. "Oh, I've got plenty left in the tank," Peter promised. He then pushed Galina back on the seat, pulled her panties down off her hips, and startled her by leaning in close to inspect her pussy. Since it was cleanly- shaven and quite wet, she had a feeling he would like what he saw. "You're pussy's pretty," Peter said, fondling her fleshy labia. "Oh--thanks..." Galina said, trying to get comfortable as he then proceeded to spread her legs and lower his lips to her pussy. Soon he was eating her with youthful exuberance--flicking his tongue across her clitoris, sucking at her labia, and even rubbing his whole face against her slippery vulva; for Galina, with one leg bent around beneath herself awkwardly, and the other lifted up on the back of the seat, it was quickly more than she could take. Feeling her inside muscles tremble, she lifted her foot to wrap the spike heel around a pipe projecting from the side wall of the cab, then kicked against the pipe with desperate fury as she came, hard. "Oh--fuck! Fuck--!!!" "Passengers," the robot driver said, "please restrain yourselves." "Oh, sorry," Galina said, panting; "are we there yet?" "No, ma'am; ETA is four minutes." Galina glanced up at Peter, who grinned. "No..." she said. But Peter had clearly regained his stamina, and Galina's eyes went wide as she saw him nestle between her legs, guiding his now-resurgent cock up to the mouth of her pussy. "Wait--!" Galina said, fumbling in her pocket, "let me get some protection..." "Don't you have an implant?" Peter asked. Galina blushed again, genuinely embarrassed. "No," she said, pulling out a contraceptive patch; "I used to, but my doctor said the hormones were too strong at my age." As it happened, Galina's doctor was Lyza, and Galina trusted Lyza in such matters implicitly. "Well, don't worry about that," Peter said, gently taking the patch and putting it back in her coat pocket. "I have a male implant." "Oh," Galina said; "you do...?" Peter nodded as Galina relaxed slightly, then quickly picked up where he'd left off, nestling his swollen red cockhead down between Galina's labia, and pushing inside her with a single determined thrust. "Unph!" Galina was startled--all of a sudden, Peter was up to his balls inside her, splitting open the creamy tightness of her cunt, and she looked at him with awe and wonder as his penis now throbbed deep inside her. Still, she couldn't blame him for making this quick with their destination just minutes away; showing her acceptance, then, she cradled him gently in her inside muscles--still tight after more than half a century- and she swore she could feel every centimeter of his pulsing manhood, lodged deep inside herself. But Peter did not remain still; slowly, he started to move inside her--a few centimeters in, a few centimeters out. That alone was nice, but Galina quickly realized that Peter was a lot more experienced than she expected; grinding her clitoris between their pubic bones, he started to hump her properly--slow thrusts at first, then faster and faster--and the stimulation soon had Galina trembling on the edge of a climax. Between the pressure on her clitoris, and his fuck-pole stirring up the juices in her creamy-tight hole--Galina came suddenly hard, and she whimpered in disbelief. "Oh, fuck--!" //What a stud...!// Galina reeled, feeling her pussy muscles flex and clench; //I wonder if he'd like a new girlfriend...?// Since she was probably more than twice his age, Galina guessed the answer to that would be 'no'; but even so, Peter soon had her cumming all over again, and she wrapped her legs around him tightly as she felt her inside muscles tense. Reflexively, Peter started to grind her even deeper, and her juices virtually exploded from her hole as she climaxed a second time. "Oh, you're making me cum...!" Galina cried, looking up at Peter helplessly. "I'm glad," Peter said, slowing down slightly to give her a break, then picking up the pace again with some smooth, hard fucking. "With a pussy that tight, I'm guessing you haven't had kids." "Actually, that's not true, exactly..." "What do you mean?" "Well, I did get pregnant with sextuplets 35 years ago--but I gave all those babies up to a gene vendor. And I also got pregnant by my robot during the war..." "By your robot?" Peter said--pausing just a moment in his thrusting... "It's a long story." "Oh," Peter said, resuming his pumping. Deep and hard, he was now slamming into her--his penis slurping in the juices of her baby-hole--and that fierce fucking certainly made it difficult for Galina to remember what she was saying; between that fucking, and his heavy- hanging balls smacking her ass with every thrust, it was several long seconds before she could bring herself to speak again. "Well, anyway..." Galina said, "I've never actually given birth. I guess I've actually gotten pregnant a lot--come to think of it--but I've lost most of the babies before I could have them..." Whether it was that little tidbit that sparked it--or the slam-fuck Peter was aiming into her pussy--Galina suddenly felt him grow even bigger inside her. At any rate, he was clearly close to cumming, and Galina was now actually looking forward to having him unload inside her. "That's so sad," Peter said, dropping down onto his elbows to kiss her, and slowing the pace of their fuck to a grinding crawl; "you've been getting pregnant all your life, but you've never had a baby?" Galina smiled, feeling a bittersweet tinge of sadness in her heart. Now on the outskirts of menopause, Galina had gotten used to the fact that she would probably never be a mother, but she still couldn't help but wonder sometimes...what if she had raised one of those babies she'd conceived herself? //Yeah, out of wedlock, with all my relatives halfway across the galaxy. Yeah, I'd have been classic space trash all right...// "It's all right," Galina said, squeezing him between her legs; "just fuck me now." Peter nodded, and finally the dam burst open; he gave her just a few more thrusts--smacking in her wetness- then pushed in deep and hard as a second load of sperm, even larger than the first, erupted inside her belly. Peter stiffened, straining to fill Galina with his seed, and Galina suddenly came herself for a third time, clutching the pulsing penis and milking it, even as stream after stream of the young man's semen sprayed into her womb. It almost hurt--she could feel his cock-head pushing into her cervix--but the pain was more than overridden by a wave of pure pleasure, spreading outward from her belly, washing through her hips and finally running down her legs. And again, for a second time, there was awkward silence between them. Only then, lying there as she was on the backseat of a robot taxi, with an almost-complete stranger up to his nuts inside her and her thighs soaked with the surging overflow of their union, did Galina start to wonder again who Peter really was. Dashing and handsome as he was, it was infinitely more probably that he was just a common con artist looking to steal her personcard and credits the moment they touched down. In the back of her mind, of course, she had never really doubted that--she had been too long in the Frontier not to be used to criminal scum--but it would be a pity, now, if she had to plug him with the 10mm snub pistol she kept in her inside breast coat pocket. "Passengers," the driver announced, "we have arrived." So the moment of truth had arrived as well. Warily, Galina let Peter pull out of her--his cock slipping out of her hole with a loud 'slurp'--then let him precede her out of the side passenger door. Since he hadn't actually taken off his bodysleeve yet, it wasn't much of a job for him to make himself respectable (by tucking away his cock), but Galina had a little more business to attend to, pocketing her panties and straightening her dress. Still, she eyed Peter warily as she finally emerged from the cab beside him, fully expecting an ambush at the very least... But an ambush was not forthcoming. Not only were they indeed at the main gate of the Dubbity Luxury Docks, but a neatly-attired manservant was waiting nearby for Peter. "Did you have any success, Master Cox?" "No, Jeeves," Peter said, "but this charming... er...lady believes she might be able to help us with our hyperdrive." "Oh, splendid. Shall I be preparing dinner for two then?" "Certainly, Jeeves. Galina--after you." "No," Galina said, still wary, "after you." Peter shrugged, accepting Galina's deferral and following behind Jeeves. Soon they were entering the dock facility proper, and Galina was frankly startled to see how every human inside--from maintenance workers to dock administrators--greeted Peter with warm enthusiasm. Of course--with the planetary labor shortage-there were a lot more anthropomorphic robots there than human beings, but even so, Galina was slowly beginning to entertain the suspicion that Peter might actually be who he said he was... "Well, there's the ship," Peter said finally; "what do you think?" The ship, as it were, was probably the finest-looking light starship Galina had ever seen--a streamlined teardrop form of gleaming red (like Peter's bodysleeve), that looked fast even standing still. Probably displacing a good 500 tons, it was easily four times the size of her rustbucket "Springbok". "Amazing. And that's really your ship?" "Didn't believe me, did you?" Again, Galina blushed. "Come on," Peter said, following behind Jeeves again as the servant opened the side airlock. "The sooner you look at the engine, the sooner we can fuck some more." * * * Much like the docks outside, the yacht 'Dawn Dancer' was mostly staffed by robots--steward models in the ship's case, capable of looking after the needs of any guest on board, and also helping a single crewman (evidently Jeeves) to handle the ship in space. But the robots were evidently a lot more capable of keeping the ship superficially beautiful than knowing how to solve any serious engineering problems. To be sure, the interior of the ship was stunning--just off the main airlock, a grand ballroom stood decorated with every conceivable gemstone and precious metal imaginable, and the open doors of staterooms revealed interiors the size of small shuttlecraft. Before she could gawk too much, though, Galina forced herself to ask Peter where the engine room was so she could get to work. "You know," Galina admitted, looking up at the three- meter tall hyperdrive housing from the forward hatch of the engine room, "a real mechanic might do a better job..." "We tried calling a real mechanic," Peter said, "but the wait is three days--and as you know, I don't have three days." "Well, all right; let's see what we can do, then..." Like most engine rooms, this engine room was dirtier than the rest of the ship surrounding it; even in the year 1128, moving parts needed to be lubricated, and machine lubricants attracted dust and dirt. Thus- after asking Peter a few diagnostic questions--Galina stunned Peter by stripping off her coat and climbing right up onto the hyperdrive by way of an access ladder, wearing just her short dress and sandals. "I could get you some overalls..." Peter offered. "Whoops--too late for that," Galina admitted, glancing down at herself for a moment, then carrying on with her investigation. Bending over the top of the ladder as she was, she was sure she was giving Peter a fine look at her naked--and still wet--pussy, but she tried to focus on the task at hand for the time being. "Well, here's the problem," Galina said a few seconds later; "some idiot left the ignition cables for the jump governor loose..." She regretted it almost as soon as she said it; the only people on the ship were Jeeves and Peter--and that narrowed down the range of possible 'idiots' to the two of them. "Sorry," Galina said sheepishly, turning around on the ladder to apologize; "force of habit." "Can you fix it?" Peter called up to her, apparently ignoring the potential insult. "Oh, no problem," Galina answered, putting the cables back in place and checking the power flow with a diagnostic sensor. Presently, though, Galina felt Peter's hands on the backs of her thighs, and she smiled to herself as his hands ran first down the backs of her calves to her ankles--still tightly-bound in her ankle straps--and then back up again, to just below her buttocks. "It's all fixed," Galina said, climbing back down the ladder and into Peter's arms. "You can go anywhere you want now." "Thank you," Peter purred in Galina's ear, "but the only place I want to go is back inside that sweet pussy of yours..." "Easy there, Peter," Galina said, noting the grease on her hands and forearms; "I'll get you dirty..." Peter didn't seem to be too worried about that, though, as Galina soon discovered. Spinning her around, he sat her down on the shelf-like top of a hip-high console- then whipped out his boner and proceeded to fuck her a second time. Although she tried not to touch him- clutching the sides of the console instead as he slammed his cock into her juicy hole--she finally had to just to keep from falling off the console. "Well, there now, see?" Galina said, hanging onto the lapels of his coat with both hands--and wrapping her legs around his back, "I've got your coat dirty." But it was obvious Peter didn't care too much about that; continuing to fuck her, he quickly picked up the pace so that their congress echoed in the chamber, and Galina felt herself starting to cream hard on Peter's plunging invader. SMACK-ACK! SMACK-ACK! SMACK-ACK! SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-ACK! "Oh, don't worry about the coat," Peter said, fast approaching his climax; "I can always buy another coat." Whereupon, with obvious satisfaction, he drove one last thrust up inside Galina, straining with the blissful joy of his orgasm, and spackled her pussy with six fresh jets of thick, hot cum. At least Galina swore she felt that many blast away inside her, pulsing through his cock as she held it tight in the grip of her cunt. "But speaking of remuneration," Peter said, reaching into one of his coat pockets even as Galina reeled dizzily before him, "I want to give you something for your trouble; say, 10,000 credits?" At which point Peter pulled out what looked like a bankroll of hundred-credit notes--a small fortune and a year's wages for any worker at the starport. Of course, it was odd for someone so wealthy to carry cash when a personcard was so much more convenient, but then cash was still handy in some of the more primitive parts of the Empire... But suddenly Galina shook herself, embarrassed both by the cash and the sensation of Peter's penis still pulsing snug in her pussy. "Well, that's a lot of money..." Galina said, trying to handle the bankroll without getting it too dirty, "...but I can't accept that. I mean, you've fucked the hell out of me, and it's not like the repair was all THAT hard..." "Are you sure?" Peter said, reluctantly taking the money back. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm actually pretty well off myself, thanks to my Scout pension." "Oh good," Peter said, and Galina was amused to feel his penis leap inside her. Having never been filthy rich, Galina could only suppose it was normal for trillionaires to be aroused by any talk of money. "Well," Peter said, giving Galina a few gentle thrusts with his now-tender cock, then leaning in close to nuzzle her neck, "you clean yourself up in the master stateroom--that's right next to the grand ballroom- then we'll have some brunch and fuck some more." * * * It was approximately eight hours later that the comm panel buzzed on the bridge of the "Springbok", and Lyza--by now fairly worried--answered it quickly. "Where the hell have you been?" Lyza asked, noting the frazzled and generally-thrashed look of Galina on the comm panel viewscreen. "I was just about to call the police!" "Ac-shully," Galina said, seeming to note her own alcoholic slur--and correcting it, "I'm on a yacht called the "Dawn Dancer", over in the Luxury Docks." "What the hell--?" "Well, it's not really a big deal," Galina said- pausing to giggle at something that was apparently happening off screen--"Peter, quit it! Oh, sorry--I was going to say, my host here is dying to meet you." "Is he now?" "Well, I told him how cute you were," Galina said, "and that you hadn't been laid for the last five years..." "Well, I never--!" "Exactly. So, do you think you'd like to come over here?" Lyza fumed for a moment, but she really wasn't all that upset. In her younger days, she was just as fuck-happy as Galina, and this sounded like exactly the kind of thing her daughter suggested she ought to do more often... "I'll think about it," Lyza said, switching off the comm panel. * * * At first, Lyza was almost as skeptical about the offer as Galina--suspecting this was just another one of the elaborate gags the free-spirit Scout was so fond of- but her doubts vanished just as quickly as Galina's when Jeeves met her at the airlock of the "Dawn Dancer", and escorted her inside a ship with fittings the like she had never seen before. Although her father (Baron Ellazar) had a yacht of his own, it was a toy tugboat compared to this; further, since she had not changed from her trousers and sweater, Lyza felt distinctly embarrassed the moment Jeeves left her in the ballroom to wait for Galina. One of the ship's robots arrived shortly thereafter to ask if there was anything she needed, but Lyza simply waved it off, being much more interested in her lush and unlikely surroundings, and how she would explain her appearance if a smartly dressed lord or lady suddenly arrived in the chamber. //How in the hell did Galina get into a place like this...?// Lyza thought, spinning around slowly on her wedge-heeled sandals. //She must have given somebody one hell of a hummer...// "Ah, there she is," Galina said, and Lyza wheeled about to find her friend... ...completely naked, except for a length of toilet paper wrapped around her neck. Behind her, too, was Peter Cox--who was also naked except for a g-string, and holding a half-empty bottle of Belusian sparkling wine. Far more startling than that, however, was the very fact that Peter Cox was standing before her at all; as Lyza well knew, he was the heir to one of the largest fortunes in the entire Trailing Sector. "Well, she is cute," Peter said, stumbling over to Lyza and putting his arm around her. "Let's fuck." "Isn't this a bit--sudden?" Lyza asked, instinctively crossing her arms as Peter tried to lift up her sweater. "Oh, don't think about it so much," Galina said, padding over next to Peter and Lyza. "Peter's got lots of stamina, and it would be a shame to waste it." For a long, agonizing moment, Lyza stood there hung on the horns of a tremendous dilemma. Having grown up around people of wealth and privilege, she knew quite well that they were accustomed to getting their way; thus--if she tried to make a scene or call the police- she might well be the one ending up in jail herself. But Lyza was much more concerned about propriety than Galina, and she couldn't help but wonder what people would say if they found out she was even here. Being a fairly religious person as well, she believed that her husband Ezra was still watching over in Heaven, and would almost certainly be appalled... However, as she came to think of it, her husband was actually a huge admirer of the Cox family, and was always telling Lyza how he wished he could get himself invited into their circle of friends. He even said he'd fuck that mean old bat Lady Cox, once, if it would help... //Oh, decisions, decisions...// Something else made up Lyza's mind for her, though, very suddenly. Before she could even react, Galina zipped open Lyza's fly, dropped her trousers to her knees and dove her hand inside Lyza's panties. Already a little wet just from thinking about this bizarre situation, Lyza gasped as Galina found her swollen clitoris, and she tried to tuck her knees together--her bare toes coming to point right at each other as she twisted her feet in her sandals. "Okay!" Lyza squeaked, "he can fuck me!" * * * And fuck her Peter did. Taking Lyza back to the master bedroom (more than twice the size of a standard shuttlecraft), Galina and Peter slowly stripped of her clothes, then took turns sucking her ponderous, saggy tits and playing with her pussy until she was a bowl of jiggling and helpless pudding before them. Down to her sandals (whose complex woven ankle straps were too difficult for the inebriated Peter or Galina to fathom), Lyza then felt Peter lift her chubby legs up off the bed and rest her feet on his shoulders as he finally tucked his cockhead into the curling lips of her labia. "Oh Ezra, forgive me--!" Lyza squealed, crossing herself even as Peter thrust his cock inside her, splitting open a pussy grown tight from years without sex. "Oh, she's wet," Peter told Galina--who had meanwhile taken the opportunity to frig herself nearby; "and she's tight. What a little cutie..." "Hey--!" Lyza said to Peter--feeling quite embarrassed as she was now bent over with Peter up to his plump- and-heavy balls inside her, with his cockhead kissing her womb--, "talk to me when you're fucking me!" "Sorry," Peter said, leaning in closer to her--so that her thighs were pushed back against her belly--and starting to fuck her fast and furiously. For Lyza--flat on her back with a trillionaire stud-boy slam-fucking her cunt--it didn't take much to reach a climax. Imagining what her children would think if they could see her-panting and gasping as Peter pounded her hole--was actually very arousing. But what was even more arousing--in a weird and scary sort of way- was the fact that she didn't actually have any kind of birth control; like Galina, she was still having periods, but it had been a long time since she'd had to think about that... "Uh, Peter...?" "What, Baby Doll?" "Uh--(unph!)--I know I should have--(unph!)--mentioned this earlier, but--(oh, fuck--!)--I don't have any birth control..." "Oh, don't worry about that," Peter said, leaning in even closer, and lifting one jiggly tit to suck on it. "But, I could get pregnant...!" If she had hopes of stopping him, Lyza was startled to see she had quite the opposite effect. He actually started fucking her faster, and deeper--so she could actually feel him jabbing her cervix. "Peter, please...!" But then it was done; pushing in deep, Peter came with sudden volcanic force, sending a powerful gush of sperm thudding directly into the doctor's unprotected womb. Lyza cried--she was sure she was fertile--but still he kept fucking her, pumping another thick jet of semen into her belly, then another, and another. Awash in sperm now, Lyza visualized his powerful swimmers now wriggling away inside her, even now hunting for her helpless, undefended eggs... "Actually, he's got a male implant," Galina said. "You're fine." "Oh. Sorry, Peter." "It's okay," Peter said, letting down Lyza's legs, but remaining deep and snug inside her; "not that I wouldn't mind knocking you two up, but that would be pretty irresponsible, don't you think?" Lyza chuckled--weakly. For deep inside her, Peter's cockhead pulsed again--squirting one last pulse of semen into her belly--and she couldn't help but wonder if she could trust the word of a drunken trillionaire... * * * Before it left the next day--with Jeeves, a serviceable pilot, at the helm--"Dawn Dancer" had seen its master deposit no less than seven cum-loads inside Galina Barding, and five inside Lyza Ellazar. As a doctor, Lyza was stunned by his potency; since the volume of his ejaculate never seemed to taper off, Lyza figured- with the two bonus loads Galina had gotten earlier- Peter must have poured at least 50 cubic centimeters of sperm into herself and Galina. And indeed, Peter's big round balls were quite warm when Lyza cradled them in her hand during a goodbye blow-job, suggesting they were working overtime to keep them soaked to the gunnels with sperm. It wasn't until two months later, though, that Lyza realized precisely why Peter was so potent. The implant he had was evidently not a contraceptive, but rather a fertility enhancer; it was grossly irresponsible for any man to use such a thing without a doctor's supervision--since his super-abundant sperm could actually induce any woman to ovulate, even with protection, and even outside of her cycle. But somehow he had gotten one, and--sure enough--both Galina and Lyza were now pregnant with his babies. "But that's impossible...!" Galina protested; "it must be menopause drying up our periods..." "The medscanner doesn't lie," Lyza said; "you and I ARE both 10 weeks pregnant with twins." "You mean you, or me...?" "No, we're BOTH pregnant with twins, Galina. The goddamned bastard knocked us both up with twins--and we're damn lucky that was all he gave us!" * * * For Galina--piloting the "Springbok" back toward their homeworld Krakatoa with a totally unexpected pair of baby girls in her belly--her first thought was abortion, but Lyza was absolutely opposed to that option for her own babies. And though Lyza's opinion struck Galina as irrational, it was influential. She knew very well that these babies- conceived though they were in a totally reprehensible manner--might well be the last she could ever have. So she decided to keep her babies as well, and together, the two fuming women--their bellies already starting to bulge--contacted their lawyers the moment they got home. Not surprisingly--given the fact that the Cox family had a hundred thousand times more wealth than even Lyza's family--it was a vain effort. It turned out that Peter had had his testicles surgically altered so that they created sperm with DNA completely distinct from his own. Thus, the women (now 6 months along) had their dual paternity suits thrown out, and their only consolation was the knowledge that they personally had enough money of their own to provide for the newborns they would soon be saddled with. "This makes me so...mad!" Galina swore after the hearing, tottering on her platform sandals as her babies kicked in her bulging tummy. "How can he get away with this?" "Power and privilege," Lyza sighed. "Oh well, at least your pension will help--and the Scout Service medical plan." "That's not the point," Galina fumed; "that bastard created four human lives--and completely ruined two others--for what?" "Well, I'm sorry to break this news flash to you," Lyza said, clopping away from the courthouse in the same sandals she'd worn the night she got pregnant, "but we do live in an empire, not a democracy. The nobility and wealthy can do as they please." * * * And so the case seemed to rest; although her obstetrician advised her to relax (if only for the sake of her babies), Galina continued to fume and vent at regular intervals right up until she was nine months along. Although she never seemed quite as huge as Lyza (who looked even larger because of her small frame), Galina was still quite large by then--and thoroughly exhausted. Amazingly, there were a few odd men around who actually liked Galina's big pregnant belly, and she let one of them (a teenage boy named Roger, who was in charge of the robots who tended the grounds around her house) plow her from behind when she was 36 weeks along. By then, though, her bulging stomach was hanging down to the bed between her thighs when Roger fucked her, and the fuck wasn't really all that pleasant; between the kicking of her babies (who didn't seem to like Roger slamming his hips into her buttocks), and the tightness of her spike-heeled sandals (whose straps were way too tight around her swollen ankles) it was mainly an exercise in self-humiliation. Not seeming to realize how uncomfortable she was, Roger pounded her for more than half an hour before he finally left his youthful spunk in her hole, and afterward Galina was sore for days. Thus, Galina was forced to lay off sex during her last month, and that just added to her unhappiness. Between the pain in her back from the weight of the babies, the girls' constant kicking, her endless need to pee, and her generally bad attitude--Galina was not much fun at all to be around as she ballooned to a weight of 82 kilograms (from a normal 65). She was even vaguely resentful that Lyza--who was bearing the same torment much more calmly--weighed the same 82 kilograms (from a normal 60) when she went into labor at 40 weeks, just two hours after Galina did. On Lyza's smaller frame, her belly looked even larger--especially so since she carried her babies lower than Galina--and Galina didn't see how she could stand it. Even with the help of the Krakatoa Zero-G Birthing Center, Galina struggled through twelve hours of labor before she finally pushed out her daughters, fully six hours after Lyza brought forth her daughter and her son. Later, though, Galina would come to regret being so emotional during her pregnancy; for--although her babies were fairly healthy at 3 kilograms each, they were not nearly so plump and vital as Lyza's pair (whom she named Dagbar and Della), each weighing a plump 4 kilograms at birth. Lyza attributed this to her much more positive attitude and advised Galina to lighten up--perhaps becoming a Christian like herself. "Only if I can get God to kill that bastard," Galina muttered--but inside, she couldn't help but love her babies now that she had them. Now grateful for her generous pension, she bought enough robots to help her take care of the girls (whom she named Yudith and Savra), although--with her breasts now heavy with milk--she took the opportunity to feed both girls herself. Thus, finally settling into the routines of motherhood, Galina was pleasantly surprised to realize that few people--including Lyza's grown children--were especially scandalized by the mysterious pregnancies of herself and Lyza. Indeed, Lyza's grown daughter Raphaela loved playing with her little brother and sister, and only Lyza's nastiest neighbors suggested that she had brought shame to the Ellazar name. Of course, Galina was a lot more used to that kind of talk from her neighbors--even without her babies. And yet the basic question of "why" never left Galina's mind. Even as her babies started to crawl on their own, say their first words and walk upright (all of which she was immensely proud of) Galina continued to wonder why a multi-trillionaire would do such an obscene thing to a pair of total strangers. Digging into her savings, then, Galina hired a couple of old friends to find out the truth... * * * Clovis Arbuckle and Kayvee-88 were rarities in the empire--self-aware and fully autonomous androids; further, both of them were friends of Galina from her Scout days and now were running their own private investigator's service out of Krakatoa Starport. Through some shady dealing, they had managed to conceal their identity as androids from the government (which would have insisted on having them registered as such), and now were doing quite well for themselves--when they weren't busy fucking each other silly with the superhuman stamina given them by their creators. As it happened, Clovis had spent most of his life serving as the surrogate son of his inventor, the famous inventor Milton Arbuckle, who had died without publicly revealing Clovis' true nature. Galina and a few select people in the Scout Service knew, but the general public did not; thus, Galina believed it should be possible for Clovis to pass himself off as the handsome--but penniless--son of his famous creator, and thus gain access to the rarefied social air where the Cox family circulated. "Let me get this straight," Clovis said, meeting Galina at her house; "you want me to infiltrate the Cox family?" "Well, they should still think you're Milton's son, right? And Milton was one of their peers." "That's true," Clovis mused; "but it will be tricky. It'll take a while to gain their trust, maybe years..." "I can wait." "And I'll need to keep paying the bills while I'm doing this..." "I've got plenty of money," Galina assured him. "Need anything else?" Of course, Galina knew what he wanted--she could see the boner rising in his trousers as he glanced at her long (if now somewhat chunky) legs, propped up on her high heels. His concern seemed to be Galina's daughters, who were rambling around the house pretty freely, under the loose supervision of a nannybot. "Oh, I know what you want," Galina whispered. She then turned to the nannybot, and asked the robot to keep a close eye on the kids while she and Clovis retired to her bedroom. "Oh, that's it--!" Galina was soon screaming, her feet up over her head as Clovis pounded her like a piledriver; "fuck me harder...!" "You just like bossing robots around, don't you?" "It's--(ungph!)--nothing personal...!" * * * Clovis' main defect was a deep torpor he usually fell into after sex; thus--after taking a nice healthy load of Clovis' simulated spunk up her cunt--Galina was obliged to lie there and watch him sleep for several hours, until he regained his senses. "Rebooted yet?" Galina kidded him. "Something like that," he said, gathering his clothes and kissing her. "I'll be in touch." True to his word, Clovis did check in periodically in the months to come, but he and Kayvee didn't really uncover the full magnitude of what was happening with Peter Cox until nearly two years later. One thing Galina had learned herself was that Peter was implicated in the unplanned pregnancies of several notable celebrities (curiously, all older ladies in their 50's and 60's), but all of the cases had either been dropped or settled out of court. Mad as those cases made Galina (again), she did not realize they were part of a larger phenomenon--an epidemic of pregnancies among older ladies of high social standing--until she finally received the full report of the androids in 1130. Between Clovis (who posed as the sort of affable freeloader common among the super-rich) and Kayvee (who worked as a pilot for the fleet of Cox shuttlecraft), they pieced together the outlines of an amazing game being played between Cox and five of his ultra- wealthy childhood friends. Just a few years earlier, Cox had gotten his hands on an extremely powerful male potency enhancer--legally obtainable only with a doctor's supervision, but easy enough for Cox to obtain illegally--and experienced an unexpected rush the first time he tried it out, 'accidentally' impregnating his mother's horny 64-year old maid Devilla (with triplets) when he was just 19, in 1121. Of course, it wasn't hard for Devilla (summarily fired by Peter's mother) to prove Peter was the father thanks to her babies' DNA-and collect a substantial paternity award--but he nevertheless shared the thrill of his bizarre conquest with his friends, who soon figured out how to share the fun (knocking up older--and supposedly protected--women) with none of the risk. A simple surgical procedure would allow them to make sperm that could not be traced back to them genetically, so--armed with their own potency-enhancing implants--Peter's friends were soon laying waste to the honor of their families' retainers and female servants as well; though it startled the young men at first, few of their targets--most already grandmothers, with grandchildren not much older than their own unexpected babies--could bring themselves to have abortions. Inevitably, though, the boys wanted more stimulation, and they finally contrived to make a game of their cruel sport; Peter and his friends would compete to see who could impregnate the largest number of older women (age 50+) every year--with a very special annual prize for the man who tallied the most live births. And being rich, they didn't just rely on their innate charm; to a man, each player soon had a state-of-the- art (and highly illegal) psi wave generator installed in his head, capable of breaking down the resistance of any unshielded mind. Thus armed, it was surprisingly easy for the young men to go on a rampage of propagation that destroyed entire families and left their family lawyers hard pressed to cope. Peter himself had fathered no less than 75 babies (ages newborn to 6) by the time he claimed the wombs of Galina and Lyza in 1128, and would father another 55 before his rather painful end two years later... Before that gruesome end, though, Peter wreaked havoc on the upper crust of high society widows and matrons (plus numerous other incidental targets); as with the older family servants, most of these older women were already grandmothers or great-grandmothers and--shocked as they were to find themselves swelling up plump with unexpected babies--most of them were far too maternal by nature to have abortions. Thus, Peter soon had triplets growing in the belly of Lady Bella Balfour (the popular 55-year old governor of New Bimini, with six grown children already) in 1123, and knocked up all four women in her cabinet (average age 56) with 11 more babies while he was at it. In subsequent years, he would go on to impregnate the 56-year old fleet admirals of Aladar and Suman Subsectors in 1124 and 1125 (with twins and triplets, respectively); then in 1126, he impregnated all six women on the Galactic Lit faculty of Starvale University (average age 61) with 17 babies. Still he was not sated, though, and--as if to cap it all--Peter went on to father triplets by the 50-year old wife of the prime minister (in 1127), twins by the Imperial Minister of Justice (Lady Elsapeth Danelaw, age 74) in 1128, and triplets by Lady Danelaw's oldest daughter (Lady Gavril of Morioka, age 51) in 1129. Not surprisingly, those very proper ladies (and their husbands) were outraged, and those particular conquests would soon prove costly to the Baby Game. As it happened, the annual prize for the gentleman with the most babies fathered (with partial credit apparently awarded for the myriad younger women also knocked up in the crossfire) was almost inconceivable- that young man would fuck and impregnate the mother of the second-place winner for the year, and also impregnate the youngest (fertile) female relative of the last-place player. Not surprisingly, then, the competition was furious; by the fifth year of the contest, Peter's own mother (the 68-year old Cox matriarch Azama) had twice watched in disbelief as her belly swelled with babies fathered by Peter's friends- including two sons born in 1124 and a son and daughter born almost exactly one year after Galina's and Lyza's in 1129. In return, Peter had put a baby boy of his own in the belly of his half-brothers' sickly and widowed grandmother (Lady Ravinder Kardev, age 79) in 1125, then went on to give the bewildered woman another son in 1126 and two daughters in 1127 before her aging womb finally refused to bear any more fruit. Sadly, Lady Ravinder (who was much-loved by all the nobility) died not long after that from sheer exhaustion--though it certainly didn't help Ravinder's heart much to see her 16-year old granddaughter Indira conceive a daughter of her own by Peter in 1128, which was her brother's penalty for finally being the loser of the contest that year. But by then the Imperial authorities had finally had enough, though, and--over the vehement protests of their families--all five of the gamers except Peter were arrested, chemically castrated and subjected to mind-adjustment therapy. Even as the game was clearly over, though, Peter continued on his escapades throughout the Trailing Frontier--actually managing to impregnate the entire command crew of the hapless starliner "Song of Sirius", and also giving the emperor's 75-year old sister (the notoriously addle- pated Grand Duchess Severina) a pair of very embarrassing bouncing baby boys before he made his ultimate mistake. Somewhere near Starkhammer, in 1130, Peter slipped his meat to the infamous pirate Rona Sterger (age 55)--who responded to the unwelcome news that she was now carrying quintuplets by personally hunting down Peter and--prior to killing him--slowly castrating him with a dull knife. Indeed, Clovis told Galina that the process reputedly took several hours--which Galina found only appropriate since that would have given Peter plenty of time to reflect on the errors of his ways. * * * And thus a strange--but mostly-untold--saga ended for its principal instigators in 1130. For Galina, receiving this information well after the events had unfolded, it was a strange and disturbing reminder that the great Galactic Empire--which she had served without much reservation for much of her life--was probably well overdue for a catastrophic collapse, rotten as it seemed to be to the core. In the meantime, though, Galina raised her two daughters into fine and respectable young ladies; both were quite intelligent, and had no obvious trace of their father's insidious cruelty in their manner. Happily retired, then, and comfortably well off, Galina would not give Peter another thought until nearly 15 years after her daughters were born. Now 75--but still quite fit (and plenty horny, when she had the opportunity)--Galina took her daughters to the planet Bellamar for a vacation in 1143, and only then recalled that Bellamar was the homeworld of the Cox family. By then, Galina had explained the circumstances of their birth to her daughters, but it was a still a shock to come across a public memorial to Peter Cox in a public square not far from the primary starport. "So that was our father?" Yudith asked. "Yes," Galina said. "So was he really as bad as people say?" Savra asked. "Well," Galina said, after a very long pause, "he was probably just like every other man is, deep down inside. When you come right down to it, men aren't all that terribly complicated." "Yeah," Yudith noted, "Aunt Lyza said that, too." Galina smiled. "So, do you still hate him as much as Aunt Lyza says?" "No," Galina said, finally turning away from the memorial with her daughters, "I guess not..." //I just wish I could have been the one to use that knife on him...// THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 19