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.

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