Stuart and Sara were enjoying a leisurely doggy style fuck on the pilot's couch when the distress call came in. The pair slowed their rhythm as the holo-display flickered into life, than snapped into focus, showing the top half of a gorgeous busty blond woman, her full round tits jutting proudly from her naked chest.
"Please help me," she begged, "my escape pod crashed on this planet two weeks ago, and I have been all alone ever since. I really need some sex or I will lose my mind."
The message ended, kept short by the limited bandwidth of the emergency channel. The ships nav system automatically displayed the co-ordinates of the distress beacon.
Probeship pilots were automatically expected to respond to distress calls, as their fast ships were able to reach those in need most quickly, but there would have been no trouble convincing Sara to assist a hot nympho babe to a much needed orgasm.
Sara issued the simple voice command, "Proceed", and both the nav system and her sex partner obeyed, the ship slewing around and accelerating smoothly while Stuart resumed his measured thrusting of his swollen cock into Sara's juicy pussy. The increasing gravity drove them both into the pilot's couch, forcing them to pause again for a moment.
"She looks hot, I can't wait to eat her juicy pussy," breathed Sara. " I was thinking the exact same thing," grinned Stuart, " we'll have to take turns." "Randy bastard" "Slut" "Yeah, you know I am, now get back to fucking me, man-whore".
The gravity had eased as the ship had reached its assigned speed. The pair resumed their former position and resumed their passion with renewed vigour, both of them looking forward to screwing the blond girl.
One thousand parsecs (about ten minutes in a probeship at full speed) later, their target planet hove into view, a shining blue dot on the vidscreen, just as Stuart cock sprayed his hot come liberally over Sara's quivering pussy walls, their orgasmic cries echoing around the small ship's cockpit.
They collapsed together on the couch, their breathing ragged, and their expressions blissful. Having recovered her breath, Sara disentangled herself from Stuart, rolling him onto his back and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth, enjoying the combined taste of their love juices as she carefully cleaned his entire length. Finishing with a grin, she smiled back at him playfully.
"Your turn" she said, pointing to her cum soaked crotch, "It's creampie time".
Stuart was happy to oblige, not that he had a lot of choice, as Sara climbed up his body and planted her juicy pussy directly on his face. Stuart slurped at her sopping snatch, his cock hardening again as he pleasured his filthy slut, driving his tongue into her and nibbling at her clit.
Sara was tempted to take his cock up her arse, and would have if the autopilot handed demanded her attention, with a polite but urgent "Landing imminent". With a sudden air of professionalism, Sara took the controls, smoothly adjusting the computer's clumsy approach angle to the planet's atmosphere, executing an inch perfect aerobraking manoeuvre and deploying the ship's stubby wings for airborne flight.
Five minutes later, she touched the ship down on one of the numerous small sandy islands that appeared to be the watery planet's only geographical feature.
The pair dressed, although neither really knew why, but it somehow seemed inappropriate to rescue people naked. Five hundred metres away down the beach was a medium sized orange tent-like structure, presumably the escape pod's survival shelter. The pair of them walked briskly to it, enjoying the feel of solid (well semi-solid) ground and the warm sand under the bare feet.
As they approached the tent a moaning sound reached their ears. At first they started forward in response to an apparent emergency, but after a second they recognised the moaning as that of a woman's sexual pleasure.
"Sounds like she really did need fucking" smirked Sara.
They approached the tent, and finding the door wide open, looked inside. They both gaped at what they saw. There naked before them was the woman they had seen on the distress call, her fingers stuffed deep into her pussy. But this was not what made them gape. Above her pussy, with her other hand wrapped around it, was a hard throbbing vein cock. Their castaway was a fully functional hermaphrodite!
As they watched, the girl's orgasm hit her, pussy juices flowing past her fingers as her cock spurted jet after jet of thick white cum across her belly.
As her orgasm subsided, her eyes open and she started to see the two humans staring at her. A wide grin spread across her face, and she leapt up excitedly. "You have come to rescue me?" "Yes, we got your distress call a half hour ago". "I am Kelly, and I am Hermari" she ventured. "We are humans, Stuart and Sara," replied Sara "I have travelled widely in this sector but I have not heard of the Hermari".
"We are virtually unknown to others" Kelly replied. "We were originally human, an all-female cargo of a prison ship, until our ship hit a wormhole, leaving us in deep space. The guards let us go when it was clear we would not get home. We used the ship's nano gear to modify our bodies to allow us to procreate, with the unexpected side effect of making us all extremely horny all the time.
Since then we have screwed our way across the sector, stopping only to reprovision our replicators and fuel cells".
"Was there a problem with your ship?" asked Sara. Kelly looked confused. "Oh, the escape pod, um, yes."
Sara looked questioningly at Stuart, detecting the obvious lie. Stuart shrugged, there was clearly more to her story, but the bulge in his suit said it could wait. Sara felt pretty much the same, this hot girl needed screwing, whatever her story. She couldn't wait to have Kelly's cock inside her.
Sara dropped to her knees in front of Kelly and slurped her come off her tummy, before sucking her semi-hard cock into her mouth. Kelly groaned at the pleasure of another's touch, for her it had felt like an eternity.
Stuart stepped forward and kissed her deeply, then moved behind her, cupping her tits in his hands and nuzzling her neck, while pressing his bulging groin against her ass.
Kelly's cock was fully hard in no time, and Sara stepped away, unzipping her suit and peeling it off urgently, before lying on her back on the shelter's floor.
"Come fuck me with that cock," she demanded.
Kelly dropped to her knees between Sara's legs and placed her cock against Sara's pussy entrance, thrusting into her with one thrust, making Sara's eyes go wide with the sensation.
The castaway fucked the pilot in this position for several minutes, her big tits pressing against Sara's, the two girls kissing and necking as they fucked.
Sara was in a fantasy bliss, she loved being fucked by girls with strap-ons, but to be fucked by a girl with a real, throbbing, hot fleshy cock was so much better.
Stuart had stripped off, his own cock standing to full attention, the bulbous head bulging with the pressure of a seriously strong erection as he watched the two girls fucking. Then, to his delight, the two rolled over, still joined in intercourse. This position left Kelly's pussy exposed beneath the base of her cock. Stuart knelt between her legs and stroked her pussy with his fingers.