Space Pilot

"You two make a good team! Good luck and hot jets!!” Those were the last words she heard from the control room before the cooling pod's hatch closed. Now the computer will do everything from control to communication. The computer will fly them through space to a moon of Saturn. She hates it.

The two human pilots only fly with them so that they can intervene in an emergency. Ridiculous, because if something happened, it would be too late anyway. But that's the way it was meant to be. The excursions into space served to transport mined raw materials, which were mined in robot mines on other planets to guarantee the survival of mankind, because the earth's own raw materials were used up.

That's why she endures these journeys in the cooling chambers again and again. And also to escape from the confinement on earth. 20 billion people lived there now. There is a strict system of population control around the world.

The animal way of reproduction, which only led to diseases, deformities and hygiene problems, no longer exists. Mankind has no idea how that should have been. They don't care either. The population is denied access to information on this subject, even if there are leaks here and there.

Through Earth government campaigns over the last few centuries, free sex had been labeled as inimical to humanity.

Violation is punishable by severe penalties, even the death penalty, but penalties have rarely been imposed because substances that block sexual desire are added to water and food. In some people, these substances even cause infertility. But this is only known to a few. Every 18 years, the Earth government puts together couples who have to live in specially cordoned-off areas, so-called breeding lands, for five years.

After the insemination of the woman, which takes place at the Institute for the Preservation of Humanity and is carried out by the scientists there, the couples have to live outside society in the breeding countries. The purpose of this facility is to raise new people. In order not to be selected for a breeding country, the pilot had applied early on for a career in flight service, because the worst things were said about the breeding countries. Those who were there were not allowed to speak about it and are constantly monitored by implanted monitors.

The pilot couldn't take any more control. She's more the type who prefers to be in control and with her strong will she managed to get through the tough selection process for pilot training. Now she is the first pilot of a squadron of fast freighters that fly through space.

She silently goes over everything that had to be done up to this point in the last three days. She had assigned the pilots during her absence, checked the flight navigation, checked the specifics of the mission and found out about everything else.

All the technical stuff she knew inside and out. Unfortunately, her co-pilot had dropped out because she broke her arm during yesterday's sports practice. The arm is already healed and pain-free, but the cartilage is still too soft to withstand the rigors of the flight. Verne is available as a reserve pilot.

It's one of the worst things that can happen when a well-coordinated team is torn apart. "You two make a good team!" Ridiculous! Verne is a small and nondescript man. Admittedly tough and trained, but actually almost too stupid for the job as a pilot. This is also the reason why, despite his thirty years, he has never managed to get out of reserve status.

He can credit this job to his physical resilience. Anyway, she doesn't really like him, like any man. She needs to focus on her thoughts again. After the technical check came the final health check and the hygiene procedure.

Her health was in top form, as was to be expected, but she had failed the hygiene check because her hair was too long.

That had disturbed the pilot somewhat in her concentration on the departure preparations, because she actually always made sure that her hair wasn't too long. But it wasn't just the hair on her head. There should be a whole hygiene process, because she hadn't been in space for a long time, which is why she had adapted to the conditions on earth. Active pilots were always instantly recognizable on the street by their bald heads and lack of facial hair.

No beard, no eyebrows and no eyelashes. So she was forced to have her hair cut this morning, to the "make-up artist", as the hygiene team was jokingly called. Some of the other pilots had taunted her politely as she stripped completely naked in the pre-flight area. She knew that her mishap with the long hair would be gossip about.

The pilot had already done it often enough when someone else was hit. But undressing, which everyone else routinely ignored because it was part of working life, was now really embarrassing and uncomfortable for her. Her colleagues laughed and some asked her if she wanted to braid her legs. There was only a slight hint of hair.

These sayings were extremely uncomfortable for her, because in society on earth a naked person is one of the biggest taboos.

As a result, space planes often came under fire from critics. The pre-flight area was only entered by pilots. She had walked naked down the warm hallway to the "makeup artist's" room, which she had entered after a moment's hesitation. The H-Team had already been waiting for them.

The walls of the room were covered with white tiles, while the floor was cast in one piece. In the center was a depression, above which stood a trestle, into which she was asked to step. The frame consisted of several rings that could be rotated in all directions. She was fixed to the inner ring by padded clamps with stretched arms and spread legs.

Her head was held in place by another clamp. She could no longer move so fixed. An oxygen mask was then placed over her mouth and nose.

"Please close your eyes while spraying!" said one of the women. Then she was turned to a horizontal position, face up.

A man from the H-Team took a hose with a fine nozzle and sprayed it with a disinfectant and depilatory agent, starting at the head. The remedy had to be applied cold, since it spreads to form a tough film on the body in connection with body heat. The nozzle had produced a fine mist that settled coolly on her skin. The man had run the jet over her head, down her face, down her neck and under her armpits.

Then he had started spraying her arms. Then her upper body was sprayed. Another man had stepped up to press her breasts a little towards her chin so that the cool mist could also settle under her breasts. She had felt her nipples perk up and her breasts tighten slightly.

She couldn't explain her body's reaction to the cool mist and the touch of warm hands through the thin latex of the gloves.

Her co-pilot, who once asked her about it, also failed to provide an explanation. "You have very large breasts for a pilot, you know that?" a woman on the team asked. "Yes!" she mumbled indistinctly under the mask. "Have you ever thought about an operation?", she had been asked by one of the men.

"Yes, but I decided against it." She had tried to get out from under the mask. There were many pilots in her squadron who had their breasts reduced or removed entirely because they could not assign a function to these parts of their bodies and were therefore able to act better in their work. She herself did not know why she had decided against an operation. Maybe just to have her own style or to get her way back.

After the breasts, the man had sprayed her stomach and then her legs, leaving out part of the thighs. As with the hands, the feet were also sprayed into the areas between the fingers and toes. It was always a little agony on my feet.

She was ticklish on the soles of her feet and the film of mist collected and ran down her soles.

The pilot could not move her feet and had to endure this feeling in silence. The man, who had already moved her breasts, now spread his toes so that the fog really got everywhere. Sometimes he bent them so that it hurt. But the tickling that followed made the pilot endure the pain, goosebumps always spreading over her body when she fully relaxed.

After that, a woman wearing a full body rubber suit stepped between her spread legs. Careful not to accidentally destroy the film created on the legs. Then she had put a leather ring around her thighs, to which small eyelets were attached. The woman in the rubber suit took the pilot's labia and pulled them apart before attaching small clamps to them.

A fine chain was attached to these brackets, the ends of which were fastened to the loops of the ring. The clamps had pressed and it had hurt a little, but it was bearable. Then her legs were spread a little further so that the labia were pulled further to the side. The slight pain had grown stronger, almost uncomfortable.

The pilot had complained about it the first few times, but she had been given to understand that there was no other choice. At the time, a woman on the H-Team advised her to relax and not try to tense her muscles to fight it. The nozzle had now been guided by the man over her vagina and moved back and forth. The woman in the rubber suit had exposed the pilot's clit and the man had run the nozzle over it.

"Please drink this liquid while you're about to lie slightly on your back. Drink quickly, even if you don't like it. And drink it all up!” one woman had said. The thing about the liquid was new, she hadn't heard that before. "Now turn her face down, but slowly please!" a man's voice had commanded.

She had slowly been turned. Her breasts had swayed a bit in the movement, but this time no one had reached out to immobilize them. She had slacked in the ring in this new position, which had increased the pain in her labia again. The man with the disinfectant now sprayed the back of her head and her back up to her bottom.

Then the buttocks and something between her legs again. Again a small trickle had collected, this time running through her buttocks up to her vagina. It was a pleasant tingling feeling. The treatment of her back had gone faster than that of the front.

Now she had feared what was to come. But nothing had happened. In the past, her buttocks were always pulled apart and then her intestines were flushed. She had always found this painful, as the instrument was too big for her butt hole, no matter how well it was greased.

Her anus was always stretched to the extreme.

Sometimes she felt like it would tear her apart. But this time nothing of the sort was done. But the rest of the procedure went on as usual. "Please don't be alarmed now!" The woman in the rubber suit had stepped into the recess under the frame and was inserting a flushing device into her vagina.

It had been quite large, and had filled her completely. Then liquid came out of the device and she had the feeling that she was about to burst. The woman in the rubber suit held the device in her with firm pressure while the liquid slowly oozed out of the pilot's vagina. The liquid dripped sluggishly to the floor after running down the arm of the woman in the suit.

The pressure inside her kept increasing, becoming painful. The pain in her labia increased again. Then the device was pulled from her aching vagina. A gush of viscous, slimy liquid from the vagina had discharged itself onto the woman in the suit.

She had wiped the slime off the glasses of her mask and picked up another instrument. She then reinserted it into the pilot's vagina. She had stuck it in deep, as far as it would go. The pilot had the feeling that the device had been pushed further than possible.

It hurt and was uncomfortable.

“I have to stretch her vagina now. Please relax, it will be more bearable then!” the woman had announced. Before she began, she had released the clamps from her labia. The pain that had now flooded through the pilot was worse than anything before.

Tears came to her eyes. Slowly the device in her sheath had become thicker and thicker. She could feel it growing inside her with every movement of the woman beneath her. Her vagina was stretched evenly on all sides.

It had begun to pull slightly, but the pressure of the device continued to increase. Her warm, damp canal was stretched further and further by the disinfectant. It hurt and she sucked in air. She felt like her vagina had been stretched enough for a EM pool ball to roll comfortably into her when the woman stopped.

"That is enough. We are now going to put her in the slight supine position. You know that you have to stay in this position for some time? Well! Please drink the liquid, it's important!” Then she heard the woman walk away. The second wife had said she would stay.

The others would take care of Verne. The pilot had made a sound from under her mask and relaxed. She had been turned on her back and started drinking. It had been lukewarm salt water.

After the first sip she wanted to throw up, but the thought of throwing up in the mask had been too disgusting for her, so she drank some more. Her stretched vagina ached like it was being torn apart and she could feel the cool air of the room inside her. "Please drink a little faster. It is important to drink evenly.”, the remaining woman had said.

So she had started drinking and swallowing. “The film has to really dry first. This takes about an hour. During this time they should have drunk the three liters.” Three liters!! She had thought she would burst by then.

It tasted disgusting.

She felt nauseous after half a liter, but kept drinking. Then she felt like she had to relieve herself. In doing so, she had only taken food tablets for three days, as prescribed, so that the intestines are empty during the flight. But the pressure in her intestines grew with every sip, as she discovered.

She clenched her butt hole, tried to keep drinking, but the pressure was enormous. "You've had over a liter now, pilot. The salt water cleans your intestines from the inside. If you feel the need to relieve yourself, go ahead!” That couldn't be true, she had thought.

She should just be here... In front of the woman. 'No', the pilot thought, 'that can't be right!' But she couldn't hold it.

In a rippling arc, the salt water broke its way out of her body through her butt hole. "Ah, good!" the woman had said.

"Just out with it. You have to drink the rest, please!” She had reluctantly continued to drink, and again the water had spilled out of her butt hole onto the white floor beneath her. She had been drinking, and as she drank, it had poured out of her. She had been embarrassed how she had hung there and the water had flowed down from her butt or it had burst out of her in a gush.

Then there was no more water to drink. The other woman said with satisfaction that it was good. The pilot was shot and then the woman cleaned her up. The pilot felt the woman spread her buttocks and ran a cloth along her buttocks.

It had been humiliating, but less painful than the conditioner used to be. In the meantime the two men had reappeared. "We are now removing the film from her skin." Slowly she had been turned into the full supine position. Her legs had been adjusted to a more comfortable position.

She could feel her pussy lips closing around the rim of the device inside her, which she was still filling.

The men had started peeling off the film on her head. Hair was removed, every skin pore cleaned. It had tingled and itched, but she hadn't been able to defend herself or scratch. The film had been pulled from her body like a second skin.

From the face, from the shoulders, from the breasts. In the imprint on the film she could still see the imprint of her nipples, which had been erected. The hair on her face was gone, as was the hair on her head or under her armpits. The men had worked carefully but quickly.

Soon she was hanging there without a hair on her body. Her legs were smooth and everything around her vagina was bare. A mirror had been placed in front of her so that she could look at herself. She knew the sight from before.

What was new, however, was the device in her vagina, the edge of which was barely covered by her pink labia, making her labia look larger than normal. "The device stays in you during the flight. It's supposed to take another device for measurements and analyze bodily fluids.“, one of the men had answered her questioning look.

Then she had been unbuckled and taken to the rest room. There they had helped her put on the light suit, which had an opening in the crotch through which cables and hoses led out.

An insert for the device in her sheath was also slipped through the opening. This insert fitted into the existing part. The light flight suits were nothing more than a warm nightgown. Very thin and light so that the pilots did not have problems with movement on board.

The pilots wore nothing underneath their suits, since sweat and condensation could be better absorbed and drained from the material. After a short rest she went to the spaceship with Verne. When walking, she had repeatedly grabbed between her legs because her bones were in danger of slipping out of the sheath. Verne had only looked at her questioningly, but said nothing.

Everything had been explained to him beforehand. Now she lies in the cooling chamber and waits for the start. During the take-off phase, the pilots remain conscious so that they can intervene if necessary. "10...9...8...7..." The computer counts down the last seconds until the start.

"...3...2...1...Start!" The engines begin to roar and the spaceship begins to move. The pilot feels every vibration, every jolt. The spaceship vibrates and the vibrations propagate inward.

The pilot's breasts wobble and sway as if they had a life of their own and wanted to detach from the body. She raises her hands to place them on her breasts.

Then she notices the device beginning to slip in her vagina. She takes one hand off her chest again and reaches between her legs to push the device back in. But it slips out again. She pushes it back, and then rests her hand between her legs.

The spaceship rocks so violently that she repeatedly presses or rubs her clit. This is an unknown but very pleasant feeling. She searches for the point with her fingers to increase the pressure. The device starts to slip again.

She unzips her suit and runs her second hand on the inside of the suit to her clitoris. With her left hand she pushes the device back into her sheath. The resulting feeling is crazy. While the one on the right is massaging her clitoris, the one on the left pulls the device out again by the cables, only to push it back in again.

Her large breasts bounce as she continues to pull, push, and massage. She feels moisture on her right hand, but this only makes it easier for her to push the device and is also much more comfortable when she massages her clit.

The nipples of her breasts erect and become large. It's like a compulsion, she can't stop. She pulls the device out of her wet vagina faster and harder, massaging her clit more and more wildly.

Suddenly she has the device all out of herself, startled, she stops. What should she do now? She remembers the pain with which it was introduced. Should she try to put it back in her vagina? She carefully takes the device and presses it to her wet labia. With the other hand she tries to wrap her labia around the device.

She doesn't succeed. Then she presses it against her labia with both hands, getting stronger and stronger. She almost screamed with joy when she felt her wet vagina absorb the device. It's very easy.

She pulls it out all the way to try again. It works and she only needed one hand to do it. Now she starts rubbing her clit again. Again she feels this compulsion to keep going, just not to stop.

The vibration of the spaceship, the trembling of her breasts, the device in her warm wet vagina and the pressure on her clitoris are almost too much for her. She feels her nipples getting even more erect and harder, almost painful. The tugging in her vagina increases and she massages and rubs her clit even harder. The inside of her suit is already wet from sweat and the juice from her vagina.

Then she thinks she has to explode. Her vagina tightens, trying to crush the device inside. The feeling in her womb is indescribably intense and she keeps rubbing her clit. Once more it pulls through her body and then all she sees are stars...pulled out.

When she wakes up, she doesn't know what happened.

Her head is pounding and she thinks she has a bump on her head. The pilot listens for the engines, but they're off. Also missing is the low vibration and humming she was used to when she wakes up. Flickering light falls through the semi-transparent hatch of the cold chamber.

She presses the opening mechanism, but nothing happens. She gropingly grasps the lever for manual opening. When she pulls on it, the hatch hisses open. She is blinded by light coming in through a window.

A window? The spaceship had no windows. It took her a moment to realize there was a jagged hole in the ship's hull. Groaning, she gets up. Then she sees the chaos.

Burned consoles, loose wires and imploded monitors. They must have crashed, back to earth. She turns to Verne's chamber. It is intact, at least from the outside, albeit without a function.

She cautiously walks over and opens the capsule. Verne is curled up on his side and snoring softly. She wakes him up. "Verne, hey, wake up you scarecrow, get up! We have a problem!” “Eat what?” he mumbles back.

"We crashed, that's it!", she says louder and stricter than she actually wanted. Verne was awake with a start.

He looks around, blanches and says, "I guess we got lucky, didn't we?" Lucky? Until now yes. She tells Verne to look around to see what else is useful. Verne looks at her and mumbles something to himself.

"Mr. Copilot, would you speak a little louder, please!" she says in a commanding tone. "Uh," Verne stammered, blushing oddly, "you know, Captain, you're, uh, almost naked!" She looked down at herself. Oh how embarrassing. The zipper of her suit had been torn out, her breasts with the brown circlets are sticking out of the neckline and one sleeve has almost been torn off.

She quickly covers her nakedness. As often as the pilots saw themselves naked in the pre-flight area, or they were being treated by the "make-up artist", they made sure never to be naked in front of other people or pilots. First, it's against law and order, a taboo, and second, it could only worsen their reputation. "Find me something to wear, will you?" she hisses at Verne.

He went in search of the space suits, but came back with the message that they had been burned. So there's nothing for her to wear.

Oddly enough, her suit is still wet. Drying must have failed. The pilot goes to the hole in the wall and stares out.

Verne keeps looking around to see if anything else useful can be found. There is nothing to be found except for several rations of tablets. The pilot stands at the destroyed wall and looks at the landscape. There are many plants and insects buzzing back and forth.

'We must have ended up in a breeding country! Nowhere else are there such big trees.', she thinks. 'At least the computer chose uninhabited territory for the landing.' Suddenly Verne yells and comes running towards her. He spins the pilot around and before she can react he pulls her suit off her shoulders. "Get out of that thing, pilot, you got acid!" he yells.

She jumps out of the suit like lightning. Verne is right. Acid was dripping from the ceiling and only the resilience of the material kept it from getting worse at first. The suit slowly begins to unravel.

Now she really stands there completely naked. She's embarrassed and Verne is embarrassed. She slowly sits down on the couch in her cold chamber. She noticed pressure in her abdomen.

She looks down at herself and only now realizes that the device is still in her vagina. The shock of the crash is so deep that she didn't notice it there. She sits further back on the couch, knees bent, and tugs on the cables and hoses. It hurts, but she moves on.

Excruciatingly slowly, more and more of the device appears between her pink labia. With a final smacking sound, she pulls it out. Verne had watched everything with huge eyes. She only realizes that when she looks at him.

Not that she is sitting here naked in front of him, no, she also pulls this device out of its sheath in front of his eyes. 'Heaven, what am I doing here. That is embarrassing! I hope Verne blames it on circumstances. If this gets known, then I'm due.', she thinks, startled.

Bright red, she looks up at Verne, who is no less red. Embarrassed, he turns away. The pilot gets up. "Verne, we have to get out of here. Come on!” she says and walks towards the hole in the wall. "And don't forget the food!" Then she jumps to the ground and starts marching. Verne follows her, stumbling clumsily, having picked up a cable, some wire, a spool of twine, and a thin sheet of rubber insulation. She rolled over and her breasts swayed with the movement.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you go?” she barks at him. "Yes, pilot, but you are undressed, naked. I don't want to get in trouble,” he says sheepishly.

She guessed that such a difficulty would arise when she decided to go instead of waiting. She has chosen to ignore her nudity for the moment.

"Verne, listen! I know I'm naked. But that doesn't matter now and doesn't matter. We need to find help, and fast. And look at me when I'm talking to you, okay? ok, better! And when you walk, look ahead, even if I'm part of your view.” She walks on without waiting for an answer.

Verne follows her. He has now lifted his eyes and follows the pilot a little more confidently. His eyes are always drawn to the naked body in front of him. Somehow confused and amazed he looks at the round shape of her well-trained body.

Like a magnet, the pilot's bottom keeps attracting his gaze.

After a while they come out from under the trees. Before them lies a plain and their eyes are not stopped by any obstacle. Far on the horizon you can see a sea sparkling in the light of two suns. "Two suns?" says Verne, sagging.

"Two suns, so we can't be on Earth!" the pilot says calmly. "Not even in the solar system of Earth! Go on!” They keep walking. Eventually they come across a small creek. Verne carefully inserts his finger.

"It is cold! Feels like water.” Then he sucks his finger. "It tastes like water!" Then he put a handful in his mouth and drank. "It's water!" The pilot drinks as well. Then she sits on the bank and thinks.

"Verne, try to find something to eat. Fruit or something!” Verne goes and starts looking. The pilot stays alone. Insects buzz around them, colorful butterflies visit flowers and a warm wind caresses their skin.

She runs her hand over her bald head. She comes across a small wound. 'A bump, a wound and naked! I wonder what I look like? she wonders. She kneels and looks at herself in the water.

She has dirt and soot on her face. She decides to wash in the stream. The water is cold, but it refreshes you. She is sitting on a flat rock below a small step in the creek bed.

The water splashes on the rocks and then splashes up. 'Almost like a shower!' she thinks. She lets the water run down her back. Then she turns around so that the water can also run over her breasts.

It's cold and her nipples stand up.

She watches with interest. Then she strokes her breasts, takes a nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugs at it. It feels good. Then she remembers the hygiene procedure at the “make-up artist”.

Someone had also squeezed her nipple. She slowly pulls the nipple of her right breast a little harder. 'Ahh, great how that feels when all the weight of the breast is on the nipple!' She keeps tugging and squeezing him harder. A bearable pain, but which she continues to intensify.

When it gets too painful, she stops. For this she massages her breasts. She slides her hands over them, squeezes them, rocks them back and forth. It is wonderful.

She gets a whole new feeling for her body. Then she moves closer to the small waterfall and lets the water gush over her breasts. She squeezes them to collect water in their midst. She then lets it run down on her.

She stretches and the water splashed right on her vagina. She slowly pushes her lower body forward.

'Does the water evoke the same feelings in me as the vibrations in the spaceship during take-off when I caressed myself?' she wonders. She doesn't know where her thoughts come from, but she would like to try it. Her anticipation of what she would feel when the water lapped her vagina nearly made her fall over.

She pushes her bare, depilated vagina further and further towards the water. Then she's almost there. But she didn't reach far enough into the jet of water. Without further ado, she lies down on her back, stretches her legs and pushed her vagina under the small waterfall.

That's what she wanted. The turbulent water splashes her exactly on this little pleasure point. She doesn't even have to rub it like she did in the spaceship. Her hands caress her body, her fingers keep plucking her nipples and one hand finds its way to her vagina by itself.

The water pushes the labia apart, cooling her hot core and continuing to play with her clit. Slowly and carefully she sticks a finger into the gap between her legs. She is surprised to find how warm it is inside her, even though the water is beading on her vagina. She pulls her finger out of her sheath again and puts it back in.

Then she takes a second finger with her. Now she feels the cold water finding its way inside her between her wet fingers. She thinks back to that feeling when the device was put in, how full she was there. Does that work here too? Now she is also tucking two fingers of her other hand into her sheath.

Oh great. She slowly pulls her vagina apart, letting the cold stream water into her. It drums on her gaping vagina, on her swollen clit and pushes into her, only to gurgle out again. Again comes that urging feeling of not stopping, just keep going.

She sticks as many fingers of one hand as possible into her vagina, only to use the other to caress her clit or her nipples.

The feeling is getting more and more intense, the tugging in her vagina getting stronger until she thinks it can't get any stronger. She plays with the little pearl of lust, rubbing it harder and harder until it can no longer hold up. She utters a soft cry and feels her vagina tighten, so that the water has been squeezed out in a small fountain. But it doesn't stop.

The water continues to bubble on her vagina and her pleasure button. She already feels the next tension in herself and her vagina tightens again. Her nipples are hard and erect. The pilot has never seen her nipples so big.

They stand so stiff it hurts when she tugs at them with cold fingers. She continues to rub her clit and play with her nipples, letting the water massage her plump labia as it comes all over her again.

Exhausted, she sinks back, withdraws from the water onto the warm rocks and enjoys the warm rays of the sun. At some point she gets thirsty, drinks some water and searches the area with her eyes for Verne. With him nowhere to be seen, she slides off the rock into the water and swims a few laps.

The stream is quite wide and deep here and she can see the bottom below. A few fish-like creatures swim there but pay no attention to them. She takes a short breath and dives down. As she approaches the fish, they swim away in haste.

She dives to the bottom, touches the bottom and resurfaces. It is wonderful. Fresh air, a green landscape, flowers and animals. 'This feeling of being in direct contact with nature.

Splendid! To feel the elements directly on the skin and all over the body. It's beautiful!', her thoughts circle. She takes another breath and dives under. When she comes up again, she sees Verne running along the creek.

She waves to him and swims to shore. "Pilot, I found two things. The first is a kind of signpost to a city, village or settlement. Unfortunately I couldn't read the writing.

The other is that I found fruit. They don't grow far from here. From the looks of them, you could mistake them for oranges if it weren't for the color!” he exclaims excitedly. "What color are the fruits?" she asks, confused.

"Purple!" is the answer. "Okay, let's look at the fruit first, then the signpost!" she decides.

The fruits grow on a bush not far from where they bathe. She picks one of the fruits and smells it. "Smells good. Almost like a banana!” she says. Then she turns the halves of the fruit against each other so that they break apart in the middle. A small pearl-shaped core lies in the middle. It's about the size of a peach stone.

There is a small through hole in the middle. Looking at the core, Verne says, "Doesn't look like a parasite's hole. The core is more like a ring, don't you think so, pilot?” She agrees. She breaks out some of the pulp and looks at Verne.

He shrugged his shoulders and only held up the packet with the food rations. But she doesn't want to eat it. So, bite into the piece carefully and chew it slowly and thoroughly. "It tastes like a nut.

Strange fruit! Looks like a purple orange, smells like a banana and tastes like a nut!” she says, chewing. She swallows the piece and then she says: "Let's look at the signpost now and then come back here. If I haven't gotten sick by then, I'll declare the fruit edible!” They set off. The pilot is surprised at how far Verne had come in the short time she had taken a bath.

"Why such a short time?" asks Verne, "I was on the road for almost two hours!" 'Is it possible that my little pastime should have hogged me like that?' she thinks.

When they reached the signpost, the pilot realized that a rutted path was winding past it. "We'll follow the path tomorrow!", she says, "now we're going back to the fruit and the stream!" On the way back, both look around carefully for further signs of civilization, but find nothing. Arriving at the campsite, they pick some fruit, break it open and eat the pulp. After dinner, Verne prepares the camp so that they can spend the night there.

After this work Verne says he wants to go swimming now too. "It's okay, I'll stay here! But leave the equipment here!” she orders. Verne leaves the items with her, then he disappears in the direction of the creek. The pilot watches him thoughtfully.

'Actually, he's quite useful. Got on the way without a murmur and also took something useful with her.' She takes the rubber sheet and tears off a strip of it. Then she looks for a forked branch and fastens the rubber strip with the wire. This will give her a slingshot.

She tried it with a seed from the fruit and it works right away.

'So we'd be armed too,' she grins. Then she collects the remaining kernels and threads them on a piece of string. She can tie this necklace around her neck because she was naked and had no pockets. 'Well, I have a bag, but it's open at the bottom!' she thinks to herself.

Then she picks two more fruits, breaks them open and removes the core. She also threads it on, but doesn't make a ring, but lets it slide back and forth loosely on the band. 'Not like that!' she thinks and ties a knot in front of and behind each core. She looks at her work and grins cheekily.

Then she lies on her back and puts the two cores in her "pocket". It is difficult to put them in the vagina. You just don't want to slip. 'Strange!', she thinks, 'I could put my fingers in the creek and now not these two cores? The device fit in!' Then she remembers that she was always wet when she put something in it.

Either water or the liquid with which the device was used. She spits on her hand and rubs the spit on her labia. Your lips will immediately feel softer and warmer again. She tries to put a finger in her vagina, but it doesn't go so well.

She pushes her middle finger between her labia. She rubs her pleasure button again. Just the feeling alone is wonderful. She keeps rubbing and has almost forgotten her attempt with the seeds.

Suddenly she realizes that her vagina is wet and she can easily put a finger in this warm hole. who put an arm around her. His hand hangs loosely in front of her chest. A funny thought goes through her head.

'How does it feel to feel his fingers on your nipples?' Careful not to wake Verne, she takes his hand and guides it to her nipple. Although he doesn't actually do anything, the thought excites her so much that she feels her lap starting to tingle.

She slowly takes his arm from her and sits up. Then she quietly gets up and goes to the bush with fruit, picks some and prepares a breakfast by dividing and pitting fruit. Then she sits in front of Verne and waits for him to wake up. Verne's suit is open, the zipper pulled down.

'It was probably too warm for him with me in front of his stomach,' she thinks. She moves closer to him and looks into his suit with interest. Verne starts sniffing like he smells something, then he relaxes and rolls onto his back. His suit gapes wide and she can look at him calmly.

He's muscular, not tall, has a square face with laugh lines around his eyes. As her gaze travels down Verne's body, she sees something moving at the end of the zipper. Something is pressing against the fabric of the suit from the inside and bulging it. Right where that member and that little bag hang.

Thoughts of the oddities of human evolution enter her mind, but are pushed aside by fearful thoughts. 'What if an animal crawled into Verne's suit.' Then she sees something push itself out. It's unmistakably Verne's cock. Large and swollen, it sticks out of his suit opening.

At first she is worried, but since Verne is still lying relaxed, she also relaxes. His member continues to swell until it lies bulging over the abdominal wall. She taps it carefully with her finger. It's firm and warm.

A bit braver, she strokes her finger down the shaft until the zipper on the suit stops her.

Verne grunts and turns around. The pilot gets up and goes to the stream. She wants to drink something and bathe. The second sun rises and both suns together slowly manage to warm up the morning.

The grass is damp and the air smells fresh and clean. She comes to the stream and goes in without hesitation. The water doesn't seem as cold as the day before, but that's more due to the cool morning air than the water temperature. She swims a few more strokes and then dives down.

She thinks of the slab of rock where she was yesterday and swims up the stream. Arriving at the rock, she climbs up and, just like yesterday, lies down with her sheath under the pounding water. 'Hm, what's the matter with me!' she wonders while enjoying the massage through the water. 'Never in my life have I had such thoughts and felt such a desire.' She spreads her legs wide and lets the water pelt her vagina and clitoris. Then, as the tingling starts again, she sticks a finger up her hot slit.

She is surprised to find that she still has the seeds of yesterday in her. Slowly she pulls on the string and feels the first core move and her sheath try to hold it. Then the second core. So she gradually pulls every core out of herself.

'Funny, I remembered them smaller,' she thinks as she puts the seeds down next to her. Then she holds her wide open vagina under the water. Again she feels the coolness of the water in her warm interior. The desire to push something inside is getting bigger and bigger.

She slides two fingers between her wet pink labia, stretching and stretching her fingers, feeling every movement in herself. Then she pulls her fingers out of the sheath, grabs the seeds and pushes each one into her water-filled vagina.

With every core she pushes in, a little fountain comes out of her. After the last core has disappeared into her, she lies down on her stomach and lets the water patter on her buttocks. She spreads her buttocks and the water falls right on her butt hole.

That also feels great, especially since the vibrations continue to expand and she realizes the power of the water even at the point of her pleasure. She stretches her buttocks up so that the water still flows onto her asshole but she can rub her clitoris. She feels her warm juice mixing with the cold water. She rubs the small pearl while her breast nipples rub against the rough and hard rock.

She enjoys it Again, that tension builds that she's been longing for. It's a bit different this time as she gets her asshole massaged, but it's very nice. Luckily she slides back into the water, dives under and swims downstream with powerful strokes.

Then she lets herself drift and enjoys how her breasts are carried by the water. Finally, she gets out of the water on the shore and goes back to the camp.

On the way, she has the feeling that something is wrong. There is insane pressure in her abdomen. Something is stretching her vagina, wider and wider.

She grabs the string and pulls, but she can't get the seeds out. She is curled up in the grass and the pain inside her is growing. She pulls on the thread again, this time harder. Slowly her labia split and a core slowly emptied bladder.

The yellow beam pours out into the grass in a high arc. Finally, the first core is out. Horrified, she looks at the tangerine-sized stone. There are three more in her.

She continues to pull the thread and little by little the other cores appear. The pressure eases with each core, but tears still come to her eyes. She lies exhausted on the grass. Her vagina hurts and she's scared.

She gets up and strokes her labia and calms down after realizing everything is fine. She takes the cores back with her and slowly walks on. At camp, Verne woke up and ate the fruit she put in front of him. "Let's use the day, Verne, to get far!" she tells him.

He looks at her, actually longer than necessary and also not as if he is interested in her words. A warm shiver runs down your spine when you look at him. He didn't just look into her eyes, he looked at her entire body. Her large breasts, her taut stomach, her small waist and her swollen and red labia.

It was a look she had never noticed or seen before.

It makes you insecure, but also curious about something unknown. They are on their way. The path passes very close to their campsite and they follow it to the signpost. Since they don't understand the signs on it, it doesn't matter which way they go.

You follow the rutted wagon track. It's still early, the sun's rays are still not really coming through, although it's already warmer than when we got up. Verne no longer walks behind the pilot, but next to her. The path they follow meanders through the plain.

It leads around bushes and trees or accumulations of boulders. They had discovered makeshift roofs spanning old hearths between a few closely spaced boulders. It seems as if the wagon track is a more frequently used road, if this rutted channel deserves the name road at all. They'd just passed another group of large boulders when they heard a rapid tapping behind them.

You whip around and see a strange creature standing in front of you.

Read the second part: Space Pilot - Part 2