Mars has become a dangerous world.
Too many have been lost; decisive action must be taken.
NASA faces a difficult choice. Leave Mars alone or risk more lives to figure out why so many crew have gone missing.
But what fate awaits the next mission? What is to prevent their demise, when the four previous missions have fallen silent?
Only the surviving Phyllis, Will, and Chloe know the answer.
READER ADVISORY: If you are easily offended by the previous story featuring six astronauts having frequent and messy sex with men, women, and transgenders . . . you’ll probably be offended by this one too . . . and so will your friends.
PUBLISHER NOTE: Contains erotic scenes — Voyeurism, MMF, F/F, M/M, transgender sex, and nudity. 43,000 words.
Chloe caught her lower lip between her teeth, and her eyes slid past me and alighted on Stratton, who was absently squeezing his cock.
“We can help you with that,” Chloe said.
“But I’m . . . straight?” he protested half-heartedly. His uncertainty over Chloe’s transgender body was clear. Chloe unzipped her jumpsuit, and Stratton stared.
“Don’t you want to touch these?” She squeezed her breasts together. “Don’t you want to put your mouth on them?”
“Uh-huh.” His eyes widened as Chloe pulled up her sports bra, revealing her delicious boobs. When Chloe stood on tiptoe and kissed him, the last of his resistance melted. His arms slid around her, peeling her jumpsuit down until she was bare from the waist up. His big hands engulfed her breasts and she moaned into his mouth, pressing herself against him.
“Your boobs are amazing. Your skin’s so soft, and you’re a great kisser.”
“I love your big hands on me, Jack. I want you to strip me naked and take me to bed.”
“To bed? But we won’t be able to . . .”
“Oh, but we will, big Jack. We can have so much fun together.”
“You want me inside you?”
“I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“Fucking hell, yes..”
“Are you hard for me, Jack?”
“I’m so hard, it hurts.”
“I want to be naked for you, Jack.”
“You’re amazing, Chloe.” Her sports bra dropped onto my arm, slid off, and fell to the floor.
“Touch me, Jack. Touch me and kiss me and squeeze me.”
“I want to use my mouth on your soft skin. I want to lick you all over.”
“I love your mouth on my tits, Jack. Suck them, lick the nipples. Mmm.” Chloe’s hips rolled as she rubbed her hardness against his hips.
“I need you inside me, Jack.”
“I can’t wait to slide into you.”
“Take off my panties, Jack. Get me naked for you.”
“You have such an amazing body, I don’t want to spoil it by . . .”
“By seeing what’s between my legs?”
“Yes, it’s . . . I’m not sure I want to . . .”
“It’s okay, big boy. You can take me from behind.”
“I want you to fuck me, Jack.”
Stratton peeled off his jumpsuit, revealing a T-shirt, but nothing else. His cock pointed upward at forty-five degrees, the head and shaft shining with saliva and pre-cum. Chloe got onto all fours and arched her back, looking back over her shoulder at the approaching Stratton.
“Be gentle with me,” she pleaded. “Spit on me until you’re slippery . . . ahh, yesss . . .” She groaned deeply.
“Fucking . . . wow,” Stratton murmured. “So tight.”
“That’s . . . so . . .uhh!”
Stratton withdrew a couple of inches, hissing through his teeth, and then he pushed back in again, his eyebrows crunching together.
“Uhh . . . fuck me, Jack,” she moaned. “Slide that big hard cock . . . uhh!”
“I never thought . . . this could get . . . better,” he croaked. “But that . . . wow.”
After that, none of us lasted very long, and it was my fault. Jack came with a huge groan and a deep shudder. Chloe’s legs collapsed beneath her, and Jack followed her down, pressing her into the bed exactly as Jonas had done to me.