Cost in Space
Cost in Space
by
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
June Harris, a.k.a. Jessica Harris, a.k.a. Dr. Z. Smith, sat in her bunk, her thoughts swirling. The Resolute. Somehow, in the middle of deep space, they’d found the Resolute. A captive of the Robinson family for seven months, Dr. Smith, as she preferred to think of herself, knew she’d be arrested the moment she set foot on the colony ship.
All her plans to somehow commandeer the Jupiter 2, to jettison the annoying Robinsons into the vacuum of space, were suddenly useless. She wasn’t ready, and she now wouldn’t have time to get ready. Her careful grooming of young Penny was going well, but that was a long-term plan. She knew the girl wasn’t yet ready to betray her parents and siblings. She still had loyalty to her family, and while Smith was sure she could have destroyed that bond eventually, she was once again stymied by the sudden lack of time.
The parents were out. Maureen was much too intelligent to be manipulated, and John too cynical. She thought perhaps she could get somewhere with Don West, given time. He was a weasel and a con man and she knew she could work with his greed, but again, there was no time. So what was she supposed to do? She had to find a chink in the Robinsons’ armor if she were going to survive, and she was going to survive. It’s what she did. Some called her a sociopath, a criminal, a madwoman. What she knew was that she was a survivor.
So where did that leave her? With the boy. Will. The boy was smart. Probably too smart for his own good. He didn’t have his damnable robot with him anymore though, and for all his brains, he was still a child. Children were easily manipulated. She grinned. Boy children were even easier. He was twelve now. Not the little boy who she’d met those many months ago. He was growing, and growing boys, twelve-year-old boys, well they thought of one thing. Imagine, being stuck on a ship in space, for months, with only your family. She figured the kid must be about ready to burst. There were no porn sites in space. In space, everyone could hear you cream.
She laughed at her joke. The problem with living in such tight quarters was that everyone knew your business, and a twelve-year-old boy had one singular focus. Oh, the frustration he must be feeling. Smith smiled. She could work with that. But could she? With a boy? She laughed again. Of course she could. She was a survivor.
Smith put her plan into motion immediately. She didn’t have time to dawdle. The Resolute was only days away. She’d wrap the little brat around her finger, get him slavishly devoted to her and then… well, and then the possibilities were endless. First she had to seduce him. Seduce a horny, sexually deprived twelve-year-old boy? Child’s play. Once again she laughed at her little joke.
Luck was with her. That night was Will’s night for bridge duty. The Jupiter 2 was fully automated. There was no reason for a bridge watch, as the computer would notify everyone if there were an issue, but the Robinson parents insisted. It was probably an effort to teach their kids responsibility or some such bit of nonsense. No matter, it would work perfectly into her plans.
First she just had to wait. Dinner was served at seven. Then the Robinsons sat around in the living area, playing games and talking until nine-thirty, when everyone went off for showers and other nighttime regimens. At ten o’clock, freshly showered (thankfully) and dressed in the default Jupiter jumpsuit, Will Robinson showed up for bridge duty. He was armed with a com pad and something steaming in a cup. Likely hot chocolate. Their coffee stores were dangerously low. All the more reason to get off the damnable ship.
Smith watched the boy through her small window. Her room was a converted lab near the bridge. The Robinsons thought she was locked up firmly inside, taken out only handcuffed and under guard, but in fact she’d had the run of the ship for months. Her little secret. She watched Will with a new eye, sizing him up as a sexual partner. He was right at five feet tall, and she’d guess just over a hundred pounds. He had a pleasing leanness to him, and a sweet baby face. She wondered if he’d even have any hair downstairs yet, feeling positively wicked at the thought. She’d never considered sex with a boy before, but she was also never above using sex to get what she wanted.
Taking the occasional quick peek through a sliver of curtain over her window, Smith prepared herself. There weren’t a whole lot of options for a woman in the lingerie department, so she did the best she could. She put on her best pair of panties, put on some deodorant and used a pair of scissors to adjust a smaller t-shirt, cutting off the sleeves, and the midriff, and giving it a scooped neck to show off some cleavage. Then she pulled off her bra and slipped into the shirt, checked herself in the mirror, and approving of her efforts, she waited just a bit longer. She wanted no chance that any other Robinson might wake up and check in on young Will.
The waiting was interminable, but Smith had to set the scene. She lay in the dark for nearly two hours, in no danger of falling asleep as her racing thoughts kept her alert. Finally, she deemed the time was right. Tousling her hair, checking herself in a mirror to make it look just right, she rose and went to the locked door of her room. There was a small window inset, and she knocked on it. She saw Will, who’s back was to her, jerk and turn.
Smith waved. “Will? I’m sorry, but I really have to… use the facilities.”
Will heard the muffled voice and nodded. He rose, stretching a bit after having sat for nearly two hours. A glance at the clock showed he had another two hours until he could log out and go to bed. None of the kids really questioned why the bridge had to be manned until 2am and then could be safely abandoned. It was just a thing. Will glanced around and spotted the handcuffs they used to secure the ‘doctor’ and retrieved them.
At the door, he keyed in the pass code and the lock disengaged. When the door swung open, he found his eyes widening. Dr. Smith was old, like in her forties or something, but seeing her there in her underwear, with her… breasts, practically falling out of her shirt, Will felt a stirring.
Smith grinned when she saw the boy staring, not moving at all. She faked a yawn and a stretch, knowing what it would do to her lean body. By the widening of the boy’s eyes, the effect wasn’t lost on him. “I’m sorry, Will,” she said. “I was sleeping, but then I had to tinkle.”
“Oh… yeah,” he said, quickly averting his eyes. Then he held up the cuffs.
“Oh, we don’t need those, do we?” she asked sweetly, stepping forward a bit, invading the boy’s personal space. She wasn’t a tall woman at 5’5”, but she still had nearly half a foot on the boy, putting her breasts very close to his eye level. “It makes it so difficult to… well, you know.” She glanced down, pleased to see that her nipples were stiff and poking saucily against the thin cloth of the shirt. She’d pinched and pulled them as Will was getting up from his chair, just for that purpose.
Will didn’t usually escort Dr. Smith. Penny was mostly in charge of the woman during the day, taking her to the bathroom, or out for a supervised walk along the shore outside the ship. He wasn’t exactly sure what all was involved with a woman using the toilet, but he knew that he wouldn’t want to be handcuffed while doing it. Biting his lip uncertainly, he said, “Okay, but you walk ahead.”
“Of course, dear boy,” Smith said with a sweet, fake smile. Then she proceeded out of the room towards the lavatory, swinging her hips in a way she hoped would captivate the boy’s attention. Pretending to stumble as she was rounding a corner, she was able to turn and see that indeed, the youngest Robinson’s gaze was locked squarely on her firm behind. Firm for her age at any rate.
She stood for a few moments in the bathroom, just biding her time, doing a mental countdown. After she figured a sufficient amount of time had passed, she washed her hands and then opened the door. The boy was waiting attentively.
“All done,” she said brightly. Then, as Will turned to head back toward the bridge, she reached out and lightly squeezed his shoulder. “You’re such a dear to escort me, Will. Thank you.”
“It’s okay,” the boy said. “It’s just my job, I guess.”
“I hate when I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night,” she said as she fell in beside him. “It’s so hard to get back to sleep afterwards. Don’t you find that to be true?”
“I usually get back to sleep pretty fast,” Will said, shrugging.
“Oh, not me,” she said airily as they walked along. “I can toss and turn for hours. It’s miserable.”
“I’m sorry,” the boy said uncertainly as they reached the door to her quarters.
“You know what always helps?” she said as she brushed passed him, making sure to rub her breasts against his shoulder. “A neck rub. A neck rub always relaxes me.” She turned back to him once she was in her room, pleased to see his eyes were once again on her breasts before flicking nervously away. She realized he wasn’t going to respond, so she went ahead and said, “I don’t suppose you’d rub my neck for me, would you, Will?”
“I…” he began dubiously.
“I’ll just lie down here,” she said, getting into her bunk face down. “And you just give my neck a little rub. I’d be so appreciative.”
“I don’t…” he mumbled.
“Please, Will,” she said sweetly. “I’d be so grateful. You wouldn’t want me tossing and turning all night, would you?”
“I… I guess,” he said. “For just a minute though.”
“A minute is all I need,” she said, a sly look in her eyes.
Will stepped tentatively into the room, and even more gingerly sat himself on the side of her bunk where she’d indicated. She helpfully pulled her hair aside, exposing the back of her neck, and then turned her head away from him, thinking it would make him less nervous.
“Here?” Will asked, and she felt his slim fingers on the back of her neck.
“Yes,” she sighed, relaxing, knowing her plan was working.
The boy’s fingers began to work at her neck, slowly at first, and then gaining more confidence. She was surprised by how nice it felt.
“You really have a lovely touch,” she sighed. “So gentle.”
“Thanks?” the boy said.
“Mmm, right there,” she sighed languidly as the boy rubbed his thumbs along her spine. Surprised, she felt a little tingle down below. Maybe this seduction wouldn’t have to be all business after all.
After a couple of minutes, Will’s hands slowed and he said, “Maybe I should get–”
“Just a little longer,” Smith said hurriedly. “I’m feeling so relaxed. I think if you just did a couple of minutes more I’d sleep like a baby.” Then, “Maybe you could go just a little lower?”
“Lower?” the boy asked.
“Down my spine,” she said. “Here, let me make it easier for you,” she said, reaching up and back so she could get hold of her t-shirt and pull it up over her head. “There we go,” she said, lying back down again.
She waited. Nothing happened for long moments. All she could hear was the boy’s slightly more rapid breathing. A slow smile curled along her lips.
Softly, she said, “Will?”
More silence, then “Uh… okay.”
Then his hands were back. Still up on her neck, but moving very slowly downward. “That’s nice,” she breathed, settling into the mattress. Lower and lower the hands roamed, faster and faster the boy’s breathing came, warmer and warmer the area between her legs grew. Smith found herself rubbing her thighs together, and was surprised at herself. Apparently the boy wasn’t the only one feeling deprived.
“Mmm, that’s lovely,” she growled. “Perhaps you could do my front,” she said, and turned over.
Will’s eyes widened in alarm, but were locked on her breasts. He began to flinch backward, but Smith reached out and grasped his right wrist, holding him fast.
“It’s okay, Will,” she said softly, then pulled his hand to her left breast. “I don’t mind.”
She saw the panic in the boy’s face. Felt it in the stiffness of his hand. Heard it in the sharp intake of his breath. Then he swallowed visibly, eyes roving over her body, and she felt his hand gently squeeze.
“I… can’t…” the boy whispered, and he applied the slightest bit of pressure in his arm, as if he’d pull away.
Smith held his wrist tightly, her stiff nipple pressing against his smooth palm. “You have to learn sometime,” she said softly. “It’s basic biology. We’re both scientists.”
The pull against her wrist stopped and the boy finally met her eyes with a slightly sour look. “You’re not a scientist,” he said.
“Maybe,” she shrugged with a smile, “but I’m a woman. I can teach you things, Will Robinson.” She squeezed the top of his hand over her breast. “Things your mother or sisters certainly won’t teach you.” Now she pulled his hand downward, sliding it over her bare stomach. “Things nobody else will teach a twelve-year-old boy.” Then she pressed his hand there, between her legs, letting him feel the damp heat of her, feeling herself tense as he pressed against her sex. She spread her larger hand over his, holding him down while she pressed up against him, writhing, feeling the pressure of one of his fingers against her clit.
He licked his soft lips nervously, eyes back on her breasts. “I… shouldn’t,” he whispered, but he made no move to pull his hand away.
She replaced her right hand with her left, not holding him there now, as he seemed to no longer have any intention of moving it, but simply stroking the back of it with her fingers as he lightly squeezed. With her right hand now free, she reached out and placed it on his right calf. The boy was sitting on her bed with his left foot on the floor and his right leg crooked beneath him. She slid her hand up along his calf, to his thigh, and then higher still. As she neared his crotch, she felt him tense.
“There are lots of things we shouldn’t do,” she said with a seductive growl, “but those are usually the things that are the most fun.” With that she slid her hand to the boy’s crotch. She could feel his hardness through the cloth, and the boy stiffened with a gasp and a squeeze of her own crotch. “I can teach you soooo many things, Will Robinson,” she breathed, her fingers finding the slender length of him, tracing it through the cloth of his jumpsuit. “My, what a… big boy,” she said with a smile, not imagining twelve-year-old boys were any different than grown men when it came to their cocks and their egos.
“I… I think I should…” the boy began, moving to stand.
Smith allowed it, then quickly swung her feet to the ground and trapped him between her legs. She grabbed his slim hips, pulled him around to face her squarely. She could just barely make out the bulge of his excitement. “What you should do,” she said silkily, “is learn to relax a little bit.” She reached up and gripped the zipper of the boy’s jumpsuit. She began to slowly draw it downward. “Enjoy life a little bit.”
The zipper slid lower and lower. The boy stood there, not moving except for his heavy breathing. Smith smiled as the cloth spread, exposing the boy’s smooth chest. Lower and lower, his stomach now revealed. Lower still, low enough for Smith to see the waistband of navy blue briefs. Will shivered as she pulled the zipper the last few inches, her fingers pressing against his hidden hardness. Parting the cloth with her left hand, she took his thin erection between the thumb and forefinger of her right. The boy gasped.
“You don’t want to leave right now, do you?” she asked, her fingers riding him through the thin cloth of his briefs, her head leaning forward to touch his stomach, her breath hot against his groin. “Not when we’re having so much fun.”
Will just gave a shuddering moan.
Grinning in satisfaction, Smith rose languidly to her feet. She watched as the boy’s eyes once more locked to her breasts. She knew they looked much better with her standing than they would have when she was lying down. She had a bit of sag after more than four decades, but not much, and the boy wouldn’t likely know better.
“Do you like those?” she asked, running her hands down along his arms. He nodded and she took his wrists, bringing them upward so that he was cupping her modest tits in his small, soft hands. “That’s right,” she purred. “Mmmm, like this,” she said, showing him how to lightly pinch her nipples. “That feels so nice.”
While he was occupied, she reached her hands up and began to push the jumpsuit out and down, revealing slender shoulders. Downward then, until the boy had no choice but to release her long enough to free his hands, and then they were right back to her breasts, squeezing, caressing, pinching. Despite herself, Smith felt herself growing excited. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in over a year, and it turned out a boy’s touch was just as exciting. Perhaps even more so; she was always a bit more excited when she knew she was being particularly… deviant.
Smith slid her hands down along the boy’s slender flanks, the jumpsuit moving down and down, until it hit his hips and gravity took over, bunching them down around his thighs. Will paused, looked down as if surprised to see himself so exposed. Between his legs, she could see the straining length of him in his dark briefs.
Gripping the boy by the shoulders, she spun him, taking his place while the back of his legs hit her bed. A bit of downward pressure and he sank to a sitting position. She followed him down, sinking to her knees before him. “Let’s get this off you,” she said, lifting his left foot and pulling off a sneaker, then grabbing the cuff and pulling his foot through. She quickly did the same with the right, leaving him sitting on her bunk in just his navy underwear.
A quick glance showed her the fear and excitement in the boy’s doe-like brown eyes. She smoothed her hands gently over his smooth, hairless thighs. “There’s no reason to be nervous, Will,” she said softly. Her hands moved higher. “I’ll take good care of you.” Higher and higher, her thumbs skipping over his erection like a whisper and then she was pushing him backward. He went to his back.
“That’s right,” she said, her hands playing along the skin right above his waistband. She watched the rapid rising and falling of his stomach, grinning in triumph. She had him. Grinning, she ran her fingers downward, feeling his small erection slide beneath her hands. She cupped him then with the sides of either thumb, pressing her hands together while the boy moaned.
Smith slid her thumbs lower then, tracing the small lump of his scrotum, then back up over his throbbing young penis. “So many lessons to learn,” she said, finally hooking her fingers into the boy’s waistband and tugging downward. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as his preteen cock was revealed. The faint atmospheric lights were just enough to show her the presence of a few silky hairs at the base of young Will’s penis. She was surprised. She was also surprised by his dick.
It was bigger than she’d have guessed. Of course, she really had no idea what to expect. She remembered seeing a boy or two naked when she was a little girl, but they had been little boys themselves. Seven or eight, but not much older. She hadn’t seen another naked boy until she was fifteen, and he’d been seventeen, and full grown. Down there at least. She’d had no idea what a twelve-year-old might look like. He was about four inches long, if she had to guess. Thin. Certainly less than an inch thick. Perhaps three-quarters. He was circumcised, the little acorn head wider than the slender shaft. In the dim light it was difficult to make out the color and amount of pubic hair, but she wouldn’t guess he had more than a dozen, and they didn’t seem to have any curl to them.
Smith quickly skinned off the boy’s briefs, leaving him completely naked. He just lay there like a lump, breathing heavily, his little penis twitching. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, stroking her hands up along his thighs, rising higher on her knees. She could see that his eyes were closed. She hooked the index finger of her right hand around the base of his slim erection, pulling it upright while her left explored the tiny hairs, sliding them between her fingers.
The boy’s small cock felt decidedly pleasant in her hand, as she slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She’d always been a bit fascinated by male genitals. So hard and yet so soft. Strong, and yet delicate. She considered them the perfect tool, to be used to get what she wanted. Sex was most often for her a transaction. She gave the man what he wanted, and she got what she wanted in return. She was very good with this particular tool.
Cupping his tiny, hairless nuggets in her left palm, she slowly stroked her right hand up along the four-inch length of Will Robinson’s twelve-year-old penis. She rubbed her thumb against the little nerve cluster in his frenulum and watched him squirm. “You like that?” she asked, and smiled when his eyes opened, seeing her holding that most personal and precious part of him. To her surprise, she felt a hint of wetness against her thumb, and looked down to see a tiny dollop of precum leaking for the boy’s piss slit. She grinned. Young Will was just full of surprises.
Smith circled her thumb through that slippery liquid, spreading it in circles all around the boy’s sensitive glans. He shuddered.
“Sm… doctor… I…,” the boy gibbered.
“Am I making your precious little penis feel good?” she asked, her fist sliding down the length of him until just the small, pink head was poking out. She grinned at his hesitant nod. “You’ve been playing with your new little toy for months I’d bet,” she said teasingly, her hand riding slickly up and down his short length, feeling it throbbing. “Playing with it in your bed at night. Stroking it in the shower. Admit it.”
“I… I do,” he gasped, head falling backward again as her hand picked up speed.
“But this feels so much better, doesn’t it?” she teased. “Someone else’s hand on your little cock. Stroking you…” she gave a long, pregnant pause, then continued softly, “…sucking you?”
Will gasped and lifted his head again, just in time to see Smith lowering her head.
Smith felt a moment of pure joy as she felt the spongy little head of Will Robinson’s cock sliding past her lips. This was her favorite part. Smith was all about power and control, and a woman never had more power, or more control, then when she had a man’s cock in her mouth. Or a boy’s, she supposed. A cock was a cock. Will’s was the smallest she’d ever had in her mouth, but not by much. As her lips settled against the lightly-haired base, he barely reached the entrance to her throat. As she settled her lips around his slim shaft, the realized there was something especially nice about Will’s preteen penis. Something about the size and the way it seemed to fit almost perfectly in her mouth. She was once again surprised by a throbbing of excitement between her legs.
Will’s childish gasps and moans was really revving Smith’s engines. Was there something wrong with her? she wondered. Well, she knew there was, but was there something more wrong with her? Was it just the youngest Robinson, something about him in particular that was turning on like this, or would she feel like this with any twelve-year-old boy? Was she one of those ladies? She had to admit there was something… pleasing, about the boy’s undeveloped body. About his smooth limbs and silky, hairless flesh. He even smelled different than a man; musky in a way that said male, but with a wild freshness she couldn’t identify. Even the taste of his leaking precum, normally a sort of oily bitterness, was tinged with a strange sweetness. As she listened to his high-pitched groans of pleasure, she couldn’t help sliding a hand down between her legs, pushing aside the crotch of her panties and sliding two fingers into her wetness. She gasped around the skinny little boycock.
Smith drew up off the boy’s cock, till just the small head remained, and she swirled her tongue around it while her lips formed a seal and she applied a bit of suction. Then she was swallowing him again, easily, then back to the top. Will’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, bunches of sheets being gripped tightly. His whole body was a thrumming board, stiff-limbed, panting. Apparently he reached a point where he could no longer control himself, and with a boyish gasp he began to pump his skinny hips, driving his preteen cock into her mouth again and again. Smith continued to work her fingers rapidly in and out of her hungry hole while she allowed the boy to fuck her mouth. She found herself eager to taste his boycum.
“I… I have to…” Will gasped. “I better… I’m gonna…”
Wanting the boy to have no doubts of her intentions, but not willing to take her mouth off the delicious little cock to tell him, she reached out with both hands and gripped his hips, began to urge his awkward thrusts, pulling him into her mouth again and again, sucking harder at his excited little dick. With a frantic gasp, the boy stiffened, his cock jerking mightily in her mouth as she felt his hot, watery seed blasting against the roof of her mouth, and then down her throat as she swallowed him to the root, holding him there while he painted her throat with his boyish emission.
Smith pulled back, the boy’s spit and cum soaked dick sliding wetly from her mouth. She was working her tongue around, savoring the sweetness of the boy’s immature jizz. A twelve-year-old boy had just cum in her mouth. Hell, Will Robinson had just cum in her mouth. What’s more, she’d loved it. Maybe, she decided, when she finally managed to get rid of the Robinsons permanently, she’d keep young Will around. Let him put that adorable little cock of his to good use. The thought of Will as her sex slave made her smile happily.
“How was that, Tiger?” she asked, taking a long lick of the boy’s penis as she crawled up onto the bed, straddling him.
“I…” Will began dazedly.
Smith couldn’t help it. She snickered. Young Will Robinson, always with something to say, struck dumb by a blowjob. Savoring her power over him, she hurriedly peeled off his panties. The boy didn’t even notice, staring up at her blurry-eyed. She lowered her body until her tits were rubbing against his chest. She wondered how long it would be till she could fuck him and complete her hold over him. Maybe she’d get him to eat her…
Smith paused in her thoughts as she lowered her body still further. Directly under her swollen mound was an insistent stiffness. She rubbed her pussy against it experimentally. She hadn’t been mistaken. A bit astonished, she rose to her knees, looking down. There it was. The twelve-year-old’s cock, just as stiff as ever, hovering over his mostly hairless groin. She supposed it was true, what they said about the stamina of young guys. She grinned wickedly. This would go even faster than she’d hoped.
She fisted the slender stalk. “Seems you’re already ready for round two,” she said, straddling his hips.
The boy just stared up at her, eyes wide. “Are we gonna… do that?” he asked.
She leaned over and grinned at him. “We’re going to do so many things,” she assured him, looking down, situating his cock properly. Distracted, she said, “And we’ll have so much time to do them.” Then he was right there, right where she wanted him, and she allowed herself to sink downward.
Smith hissed as the boy’s cock filled her. And it did fill her. In way she hadn’t imagined possible. Yes, it had been awhile, but the twelve-year-old’s cock was nowhere near to what she’d imagined would be a satisfactory size. Yet, as she felt that slender shaft drive into the heat of her, she felt wonderfully full. She settled onto him with a sigh, all four inches throbbing inside her, twitching, causing her to shiver with sensation. She looked down to see him staring up at her, his mouth open, his breathing shallow.
“So fucking good,” she said, forgetting to curb her language. She ground down on him, squirming in circles, feeling that preteen cock moving around inside her. She leaned forward, putting her hands on his smooth chest, then rose, slowly, till just the tip of him remained quivering just inside her entrance, before sliding back down.
Smith began to ride the boy then. Her hips working rhythmically, working herself up and down on the slim cock, shivering as it slid in and out of her. Will’s hands rose to her breasts, squeezing, his own hips beginning to move. Then he surprised her.
“Can… can I do it?” he suddenly asked.
Smith stilled, staring down at him, feeling his youthful cock jerking inside her pussy, inflaming her. The boy wanted to fuck her. My, my. She knew she had him. She could tell by the look in his eyes, by the powerful pulsing of his pubescent cock inside her. He would do anything for her. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to wait until they got to the Resolute. She’d thought perhaps she could get young Will, so adept with computers, to help her hack their system, change some her information, delete anything incriminating, but now seeing the naked lust in the boy’s eyes, she thought perhaps her dream of taking control of the Jupiter 2 could still be realized. Sure, the boy would be sad after she’d jettisoned his family into the cold reaches of space, but he’d get over it. Especially armed with the knowledge that he could plug that adorable little cock of his into her whenever he liked. Well, whenever she liked.
Smiling, Smith drew herself upward until Will’s slick little cock slipped from her pussy, slapping wetly against his downy-haired groin. “You can do whatever you like,” she said in a sultry tone. “You’re in charge.”
As Will moved, she slid into his place, settling herself on the bunk, spreading her legs for him. As he rose, she realized what a beautiful ass the boy had. So smooth and firm, rising high and rounded. Gorgeous. His little pecker bounced stiffly before him as he stood. She watched as he bent over. Probably removing his socks, she realized. Then he was climbing onto the bed, between her legs. She opened her arms to welcome him.
As Will settled over her, she helpfully reached down between them, gripping his small cock and guiding it home. She sighed as the stiff thing slid inside her. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned, reaching around to grab that magnificent ass. She pulled him tight, feeling all four inches of boycock thrumming inside her. Then she lifted herself, putting her lips near his ear and whispered, “Now fuck me.”
Will Robinson slowly turned his head to face her, his soft brown eyes meeting hers. His arms stretched out, trapping her right wrist. He smiled, an odd smile, part sad, part triumphant, and said, “That’s the plan.”
Smith gasped as she felt a sting on the back of her neck. Before she could do anything, Will had trapped her other wrist. He began to thrust himself into her then, making her gasp. What was the sting? A muscle twitch? It was gone now, and she began to lose herself in the sensation of being fucked by the preteen boy. His small cock was driving into her so forcefully, rocking her, sending sparks through her clit.
Did her neck feel numb? She twisted her neck, testing. As she glanced to her left, she saw Will’s hand on her wrist. Was he wearing a glove? Suspicious, she turned back to face him. He was staring down at her as he drove his cock into her again and again. There was a look in his eye.
Smith didn’t know what was happening, but she was canny enough to realize she wasn’t imagining it. She went to push the boy off her, but found she didn’t have the strength. She panicked, trying to buck, but Will just continued to drive himself into her, pumping his hips, his four inches hammering her with more strength than she’d have credited him with before.
Suddenly Will was rising to his knees. He adjusted himself so that his young cock was still buried inside her. He then leaned down, reached behind her head. She felt nothing. Pulling back, he presented something to her. In his hand was a long, brownish yellow leaf. She knew that leaf. Her eyes widened in alarm.
“You!” she accused, but even her fear and outrage were weak.
Will nodded, still sliding his cock in and out of her. He said softly, “The toxin is already working inside you. I’d imagine you’re already having trouble breathing.”
She was. Oh God, she was. Her eyes widened in panic. The leaf was from the planet they’d just left. It was part of a kelp or seaweed that had attacked Don West. The man had nearly died, and would have if it hadn’t been for Judy. He was still weakened. Smith had collected it from the trash, knowing it would come in handy somehow. She’d kept it in a book given to her by Penny. That stupid book the girl had written, the book Smith had lied and said she’d loved in an attempt to manipulate the simple-minded twit.
“You have…” she swallowed. It was difficult to swallow. “You have to get Judy,” she gasped. Judy acted as the ship’s medical officer.
Will shook his head sadly, but didn’t stop fucking her. She could see the tension in his body, the twisted pleasure on his cherubic young face. “I’m not sure what you were planning, but I know you wouldn’t do this with me without a reason. I knew you were saving the leaf. You’d have used it on one of us,” he said. “Hurt us. Killed us. Maybe me.” He continued to drive his young cock into her. Voice straining, he continued, “I’ve seen your mock up of the Jupiter controls,” he said. “I saw you take the leaf out of the trash.”
Seeing the question in her eyes, Will explained, “I’ve got the whole ship rigged with cameras. You didn’t really think you could have the run of the ship without me noticing, did you?”
“But, I… your parents…” she said, gasping herself, but for different reasons. She realized she couldn’t even feel the boy’s cock moving inside her now.
“They’ll be upset. A bit. Then they’ll realize you were going to use the plant on us somehow. It’s tragic that you handled it improperly and died from your own trap, but they’ll get over it.”
He was really going to let her die, she realized, her mind gibbering madly at her. Her eyesight was dimming around the edges, but she could still see his lean young body driving into her, see the sweaty strain of his body as he pumped his cock into her again and again. It couldn’t end like this! She’d… she’d… what could she do?
Will’s breathing had grown erratic, as had hers. The rhythmic thrusting of his hips stuttered, and with her dimming vision, she saw him gasp, his mouth wide, his eyes rolling into his head, and then he was straining forward, and although she felt nothing but a vague pressure, she knew he was emptying himself into her, filling her with his boyish seed, a seed which would find no purchase, would find no life in which to grow.
Sighing, Will slid back and settled himself on his heels. Between his legs, his cock slowly deflated, leaking a last drop of watery cum onto the sheets below. Smith, eyes still wide, gave a final, shuddering breath.
Rising, Will collected his clothes. He pinched the leaf with the surgical glove and dropped it on the bed next to Smith’s body. He considered dressing her, but wasn’t sure he could make it look natural. Well, at least the panties, he decided. After struggling to slide them into place on her, he half covered her with the sheet and took a final glance around. Then, naked, he went back to his room. Bridge duty was over, and the ship was safe.
The End
Copyright 2020 – Rwxxx13
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Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write an end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!
