Archive-name: Fantasy/mindstar.12 Archive-author: Jeff Buser - (C) 1990 Archive-title: Those Of A Mindstar Born -12 When they had come to, the big 'jac had been wrapped between them, twined among their bodies, supporting and holding them. The pile of bodies was covered totally with the richest, heaviest cum any of them had ever seen. It ran slowly off them, dripping down the sides of the bed and onto the floor. When they got up, wiping the warm juice from their eyes and faces, it trailed behind them like melted cheese, running and stringing until they were all connected throughout the rooms by a dripping, oozing lattice of jism. They cleaned up somewhat, and then the call came that the last shuttle up to the merchant ship was leaving in an hour. "I love you, Wendy, Sarah. I love you both." she said. "I love you, Carli," said Sarah. "We all love you. I love you," whispered Wendy. "I love you," they wept in unison as the three of them embraced for the last time together. After the final, emotional farewells to Carli, Wendy and Sarah lounged on the bed once more. Sarah's hand moved again to Wendy's crotch; the hair was still soaked and sticky. There was still some warm 'jac juice dagling from her hair, but the cunt excretions and saliva were cool now from evaporation. It was the first time Sarah had touched her there since that first seduction which now seemed so long ago. Wendy's excitement grew with the slow, much calmer motions of Sarah's hands. "Eat my pussy again, Wendy". But this time, Sarah pulled Wendy's crotch toward her own face as well. Laying on her back, she moaned as Wendy's mouth found her snatch; Sarah then began to lick playfully at the residue on Wendy's cunt. They spent the rest of the evening fucking each other's cunts, mouths, hands, any anatomical part imaginable, with and without the aid of the roaming 'jacs. When at last they lay totally spent and exhausted, Sarah asked, "Will you come and stay with me"? "Why"? "Well, you know the 'jacs; you know what they need and those needs are going to be a major part of the plans I take to the Council. And, you can fuck a body to death," she smiled. "Is that it"? Wendy's face was solemn. "No. No that really isn't true at all. I mean, both things are true, but neither one is the reason. The real reason is . . . I love you". "Oh, Sarah, I love you too. I'm sorry, I really wish I could stay. I want to help you and I love the way our bodies fit together. And I really, really do love you very, very much. But there are too many things that have to be done". "The 'jacs"? "Yes. I'm setting up a camp in the natural sectors. They need me. I don't know what for, yet, but I know they need me. And we need them, don't you see? Someday the Empire will be back, or if not them then some maniac from the Free Planets, or if not them some total alien, but someday, somebody will want what the 'jacs have and we'll have to stand together to keep our world the way it should be". "Oh Wendy, I love you so much, and I do understand. I wouldn't really expect anything else. But I keep thinking how beautiful we could have been together". "Keep hoping. Someday our callings might bring us together again". "I love you, Wendy". "Oh Sarah, I'll always love you. I won't ever, ever forget you". "Niether will I". "I love you". "I love you". When Wendy finally closed the door and Sarah was gone, she fought back the tears that threatened to bring events to an unnecessarily tragic close. She walked to the bedroom to rest her mind and her sore, swollen cunt. When she entered the door, she wasn't sure if it was just the silvery mist caused by the tears or if there really was a light glow coming from each of the large and small pools of shiny white discharge in the room. Whichever it was, she could feel the colony talking to her as it always had, even when she hadn't been listening. The messages were becoming ever clearer, rising through the black layers of the unknown. What had once been no more than a vague impression that disappeared when she thought about it, was now a clear identification of the emotions and desires of the colony. Someday, she knew, those emotions would become words, words of breathtaking beauty and clarity, words that would change her life and the lives of everyone from that day forward. But for now she was content to snuggle amidst the warm wetness of the 'jacs who sought her out for comfort and companionship, relief and relaxation. Her dreams were warm and white, and filled with love. -- ÿ