We started kissing and it didn't take long for me to lean forward and taste his cock. Oh my, he was nice, curved and stiff. How could anyone not want ...o suck that!? I could feel hands starting explore to me from behind. That quickly multiplied and as i came up for air i realised we were surrounded by quite a crowd of guys either feeling me up or waiting to get their cocks sucked. It did feel like those scenes in zombie movies where they close on some poor teenager in the woods!He didn't last. Something was going to impact my ship! There was no time reach the escape capsule or even to don a space suit. It would be an exercise in futility anyway; I'd be long dead before any rescue ship could possibly reach me, even if anyone tried - which they wouldn't.Resigned to my fate, I waited for the hull to be breeched by an asteroid, a piece of space junk, or whatever it was that I had been lucky enough to have found in the vast emptiness of space... and then I was going to die; quickly and. I felt four squirts of fluid hit the back of my mouth; she looked down at me dreamy eyed and smiled. Lifting herself up she squeezed her pussy lips so that the remaining fluid oozed into my mouth.“Now, slave…swallow!” She demanded. This I did without hesitation. “That was for your first black mark. Your punishment. Now for that second black mark…” She turned again presenting her ass. “I want a French Kiss! In you go!” She demanded, pulling her buttocks apart and lowering herself until the tip. “Oh, Amma,” I moaned, “I love you.”“Oh baby, I love you too.”My right hand seemed to have a life of its own. This entire time it had been moving down over her stomach, and then down to her waist, then around out over her wide hip, and back up the stomach until I was almost but not quite cupping the curve of her breast in my hand, and then down again. Over and over in one big circle of heat and love and touch, I paused for a second, feeling the last cry of my worried mind fade, and then I slid.