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By Sakka (Sakka66@aol.com)
(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 1128it 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) andfertile 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 spikeheeled sandals. Although Lyza was wearing sandals, too--wedgies with simple thong vamps and intricatelywoven 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 wasof 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 finelooking 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 twicemost 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 cleanlyshaven 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 centuryand 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 heavyhanging 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 wetnessthen 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."