Zero Gravity Conception: Ravaged by My Commander’s Cock in Orbit

Strapped to the elastic-sheeted bed in the sterile white cabin of our orbiting station, heart hammering like launch day—160 beats and climbing. Christophe flops beside me, his cock limp, floating uselessly. Caresses. Touches. Nothing. I suck him desperate, lips sliding, tongue swirling. Still soft. He flees, defeated. Door hisses. Serge storms in, fury blazing. ‘No erection? With you?’ He strips. Tee off—rippling pecs, iron abs. Boxer drops. His cock juts rigid, veined monster, gland purple and throbbing. Defiant. Mine. Heat floods my core. Pulse roars. Skin prickles electric.

He slides in, rough hand under my shirt. Fingers seize tits. Pinch nipples hard—they spike aching. Shirt rips away. Mouth devours breasts, tongue lashing. I gasp, arch. ‘Not protocol,’ I whisper. ‘Fuck protocol.’ He dives lower. Legs hoist over shoulders. Tongue spears pussy—lips part, clit throbs under assault. I gush slick. Thumbs grip ass. Tongue circles rosebud. Pressure builds. Thumb breaches—slow, insistent. Anal walls clench, yield. Double fire: clit sucked savage, ass fingered deep. Never before. Body betrays—hands crush his head, hips buck. Orgasm rips, scream muffled, juices flood his face. Stars explode without gravity.

Ignition in the Void

I dive under sheets. His cock—scalding steel. Fingers barely circle girth. Lick shaft, veins pulse hot. Gland engulfed, throat stretches. Deeper. Glottis yields—no gag, zero-G magic? Balls slap chin. Entire length buried, pubes tickle lips. He groans, hips twitch. ‘Stop or explode.’ I emerge, dripping spit. On back. Thighs splayed wide. Gland nudges slit—then slams home. Filled. Stretched. Thrusts brutal, hips piston. Straps snap. We float, locked. Legs vise his waist, nails rake shoulders. Rebounds off walls—barrel rolls, spins, chandelles. Cock never slips, hammers relentless. Sweat beads float like stars. His shaft swells. ‘Come! Fill me!’ Roar echoes. Jets erupt—hot ropes paint womb. I cling, milking every pulse.

We drift, fused, cum leaking in pearls. Skin glows fevered, hearts sync slowing. ‘Best cockpit ever,’ he grins. Laughter bubbles. Peel apart, dress. Report filed: Serge subbed, success. Earth gripes, then bows. Months later, twins—robust, his. Christophe godfather, gracious loser. Body still hums that weightless blaze. Unique. Devoured.