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The Nuclear Propulsion Boat U.S.S. John Paul Jones blasted ahead at a speed approaching 100 thousand miles per minute. It's nuclear pulse drive propelled it ahead at speeds faster than any human vessel in space had ever moved. Keeping pace with the John Paul Jones were the nuclear pulse ships of her new allies. The People's Republic of China had sent her best In the form of the People's Space Ship 'Revolutionary Guard' Her master and Commander, Air Marshall Deng Xiaoping Hailed the John Paul Jones to confirm course and speed, "John Paul Jones, we are on your starboard supporting your flank, the Aleksander Nevski should be on your port. As your countrymen say, you have point." "Roger that, 'Revolutionary Guard' we are coming in cislunar in the deep. The enemy may know we're coming, but if we do this right, they won't know from where." "DO not fear, Captain, we are with you, an attack on America, is an attack on China, as per the treaty drafted by President Nixon." "Glad I voted for him." "Indeed, Captain." The Commander of the Aleksander Nevski Colonel Valentina Tereshkova, radioed to report, "Captain, we read the enemy as shifting position. They seem to be making some kind of battle order. I suspect they know we are coming. The good news is their forming order of battle would be ideal if we were not coming at them from below the plane of the ecliptic. Have they never waged a battle in space?" "No, Colonel we don't think they ever have. Our read on them is that they're bullies. They only pick on planets they think cannot or will not fight back on an even field". The Jones' navigation officer confirmed that the fleet's three-day progress had been mostly undetected. The enemy was reading false echo from the dispersed radiation released by the Rampart station orbiting the moon. The John Paul Jones and her fleet came up from under the orbital track of the planet Jupiter, and the Raianna finally realized what was happening. Their ships broke formation and the J.P.J., R.G. and A.N. decelerated by the expedience of firing their rail cannons at the nearest enemy ships. The five-hundred pound heavy iron projectiles slammed into the hulls of the lead ships with a terrible kinetic force that ripped hulls open and exposed the interiors to hard vacuum. Captain Michelle Strelnikova gave the order, "Launch the D.A.R.T.s." Ten tiny ships launched from amidships, just far enough forward of the fuel magazine to not cook in the nuclear exhaust and sought out the largest Raianna ships they could find. Ensign, Peter Maxwell targeted one ship that seemed to be a supply ship of some kind. It flew near a weapon's ship fitted for orbital bombardment of planets and Ensign Maxwell attached his ship and said a prayer to his savior. He knew that he was doomed to hell for his act of suicide, but he was comforted that he would have plenty of dickgirls to keep him company. Nine other tiny ships each fitted with a 1.2 megaton fission-fusion nuclear warhead searched out their own targets. Each vessel was the size and shape of a Gemeni capsule with the second seat taken up by the nuclear charge. Each man turned woman was unable to bear life as a member of the fair sex, and so was making their deaths count for something. Fleet Leader Kona of the Raianna prefect council watched as the three human ships shot at and did terrible damage to the forward troop ships of the fleet. It was then that s/he saw the tiny little vessels flying in and among the other bigger ships. What were they doing, they were too small to have any guns or to- That was when the main supply ship exploded with a sudden horrible terrible light that struck deep in the racial memory. The initiation destroyed that ship and two vessels nearest it and blinded every Raianna unlucky enough to be looking at the main viewscreen at the time. Kona was fortunate In that she had been looking down at the scanner showing her two other big ships lining up in orbit over the Base world. What were they doing? They, could not be, no, they couldn't, they wouldn't,... They did. The Nuclear fission fusion initiations obliterated the base and killed two hundred Raianna personnel. Kona's kith and kin were once more dying by nuclear fire. Another fleet ship disintegrated by nuclear fire and another and another. This even as the support and logistics, craft were peppered with those horrible iron projectiles from the lead ship of the humans. The two other ships turned the remains of the ground base into rubble and then chased the escape ships to kill them. Murderers, killers, maniacs, that was what these humans were. Who else could unleash the fire-curse on other living thinking beings? Kona had lost the initiative in this battle but s/he collected he/r wits and started giving orders, "Turn our ventral side toward that ship, and fire the bombards." "Fleet leader, they are only effective in planetary strike mode,..." "DO IT!, These are the weapons we have, use them or we are undone." The flagship turned on her axis and showed her belly to the John Paul Jones. Captain Strelnikova was just wondering what they were doing when the enemy projectiles hit her ship, or rather the Explosive Reactive Armor plates lining the exterior of the J.P.J.'s hull. The Jones shook under the impacts but Ensign J.R. Dobbs reported, "Some secondary systems affected, Captain, but we're good we're O.K., Rail cannons are reloaded and armed, I have firing solution on the whale that just hit us." "Hit her Back, Mr. Dobbs." "Aye, sir, firing." The Jones's iron rounds ripped into the open launch ports on the belly of the Raianna flagship and rendered it dead in space. Kona asked frantically if the communicator was working. The Comm tech told her they had short range, only. "That is all we need, call the humans, transmit the following, "You have won, we surrender, we surrender, stop murdering us, you mad killers, we surrender!" The fleet was in tatters. Only three ships remained intact and none of them was armed. The Aleksander Nevski and the Revolutionary Guard returned from their pursuit of the fleeing Raianna. Those ships would never reach their fellows. The Raianna flagship was ruined It had marginal life support, no engines and no maneuvering power. Captain Michelle Strelnikova responded to Kona's frantic cries with her measured and prepared response. "Fleet leader, Kona, of the Raianna Civilization. I am empowered to accept your battlefield surrender, but be aware that I do not and cannot accept the surrender of your leaders, those who sent you started this war, and we recognize that state of war between humanity and the Raianna." "I, I do not understand,...War? Why War against us? We have only brought you healthy change and enlightenment" "Kona, I don't have time for this. Stand to and prepare to be boarded, we're coming to take your ship." "But who can I tell my grievance to, Michael?" "Tell it to the Marines!" That revealed to be the direct truth as a platoon of United States Marines, in specially designed hardsuits boarded the Raianna flagship, and ordered the Raianna to disarm and disrobe to be searched for weapons and intelligence. Marine Major Charles Lewis was still getting used to her female body, but was more than willing to use her Gauss rifle on the dickgirls if they did anything stupid. The flagship was junk and the few Raianna survivors were taken aboard the three surviving ships. Those ships were bracketed by the Human Orion ships and the Marines from the Jones guarded and garrisoned one while Chinese Naval Infantry garrisoned a second and Soviet Naval Infantry garrisoned the third. Captain Michelle Strelnikova sent the message back to Houston via the Soyuz-Salyut station and reported, "Enemy fleet destroyed, enemy beachhead, destroyed. 10 friendly casualties from DART assaults., heavy enemy casualties from both offensives. Fleet returning with prisoners of war. Recommend highest honors for the ten. They gave their lives, for all mankind." Three ships voyaged out, six ships, including three P.O.W. vessels were returning. The three alien ships were officially labeled 'Prize of War Alpha, Prize of War Bravo, and Prize of War Charles . The American Marines and Chinese and Soviet Naval infantry had a tough job managing the P.O.W.'s but they were up to the challenge. A grand total of 300 Raianna would be coming to Earth, not as conquerors or occupiers, but as detainees of a victorious, for now Human regime. Michelle wondered to herself, What now? The battle had been won, but what about the war? What about the changees? Well as far as they went' the Allied Governments would grill the Raianna to see if the virus could be reversed, or if not reversed, to see if the virus could be purged from the atmosphere. After three days of travel the Raianna ships were landed on Earth. Alpha landed in the New Mexico desert near the White Sands Missile range, Bravo, landed in Tunguska, Siberia near the new Soviet research facility built to study it and Charles landed in the Gobi Desert at the P.R.C. facility for the same purpose. It was agreed that any new discoveries would be shared. On Earth, the news was not good. The virus was spreading and affecting more men. It turned out that approximately ten percent of the human race had the RH negative blood factor. That meant that the number of men affected would go up, not down. At the current figures, as many as 250 million men could be transformed worldwide. Captain Strelnikova thought about that as she considered her attack on the enemy and the casualties she inflicted on them and felt very good. The human race had gotten a bit of its own back. The three Orion spaceships would remain in orbit. They had been built to launch from a planet's surface once, then to be orbit to orbit ships from then on, maintained by the three powers as permanent stations/ships. An Earth to orbit Titan rocket could get personnel and payload up to them for maintenance and refueling and the crew would return via the Delta wing shuttle re entry vehicle built in to the forward section. The Orion powered U.S.S. John Paul Jones was America's first true space ship. Michelle and her now battle tested crew closed down the Jones and stationed her in a stable high-orbit altitude that she would keep for a minimum of five years. After seeing to that, She and they donned their environment suits and strapped and belted into the Delta flyer "Edward H. White'. The re entry into Earth's atmosphere was smoother than any Apollo landing; this was due to the shuttle's larger frame and hull shaped for atmospheric flight. The Edward H. White was designed to be refitted and launched on two titan rockets back into orbit to dock with the John Paul Jones. As the Delta Flyer landed at Edwards Air Force Base, the Delta Shuttle Korolev landed at the Baikonur Cosmodrome. Michelle would have to wait several days for her husband and the father of her child to return to Kirkland, but return he would or at least she hoped. When Michelle was cleared from quarantine she received the news of her commendation for leading the first victorious space navy battle in human history. Victory. Victory often covered a multitude of sins and caused the Admiralty to look with great beneficence on a new captain. The news media as well looked upon her with kind eyes and a warm heart. "HERO CAPTAIN SMASHES ALIENS!" "NAVY HERO WINS AT JUPITER!" Walter Kronkite's report on the battle highlighted her as the fleet commander, "Michelle Strelnikova, a decorated Navy servicewoman, is no stranger to jeopardy in space, and in this battle displayed unswerving courage. Her name will now be listed alongside names such as Farragut, Halsey, Spruance, and Nimitz as names that made America and the world, proud." The nation at large showed a tremendous burst of patriotism and nationalist fervor. After all, who cared about losing some fleabite war in the asshole of Asia, when America just beat the crap out of a bunch of super space aliens? Michelle checked in with General Ballard at Project Rampart and received the bad news. Men were still changing. The global situation was not all roses and candies either. The Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries tried to continue their embargo against the west, blaming the U.S> and 'western decadence and perversion' for the relatively small number of men that were transformed in O.P.E.C. nations. The kingdom of Saudi Arabia was leading the charge in that department and so the Soviet Union suggested a unilateral invasion of any country that threatened to cut off oil exports. President Ford suggested that any effort on that front should be an allied effort and not involve the militaries of just one partner in the coalition. Michelle walked in to the front door of her Officer's quarters and dropped her sea bag and her flight bag on the living room floor as she looked around an empty house. Joanne would be at school at this hour and Schtopaugh would not return for three days. Michelle was lonely. All of a sudden she missed Schtopaugh and Jo' and felt as alone as she ever had. Michelle dragged her stuff upstairs and changed out of her uniform was about to dress in a t shirt and sweats when she smelled herself and wanted a shower very badly. She was three months pregnant and the baby was starting to become apparent. After her shower, Michelle dressed and scoured the house for something to eat. There was food, but nothing that looked good. Suddenly Michelle realized, she wanted Mexican food. Michelle searched the phone book for a Mexican restaurant and finally spotted one that looked to fit the bill. Pancho's Mexican buffet, on the corner of San Mateo and Montgomery BLVD. Michelle drove to the restaurant in question and commenced to eat. It did not take long for her to realize the looks she was getting from a few diners. Not odd or condemning, but more bemusedly understanding. That was when Michelle saw the redhead in a maternity dress and sneakers packing away an enchilada plate. Michelle hoisted a honeyed sopapilla in acknowledgment and the woman nodded greeting at her fellow U.P.C. (Unborn Personnel Carrier). After three helpings of taquitos enchiladas, Chili Rillenoes and heavily cheesed Refried beans and rice, Michelle finished it with three dishes of jello and stood up to leave, having paid the fare when she received the first helping. That had been good, and most satisfying. What was odd was that Michelle had never before then liked Mexican food or had a particular taste for it. Driving home from her gorge-fest, she said aloud, "Man, pregnancy will really mess with your head; I wonder what else I'll want to eat?" Michelle received her answer as she drove to the 7-11 nearest the base to buy several bottles of Tabasco sauce and picante sauce. While there, she bought three bags of tortilla chips and two bags of pork rinds. As Michelle looked over at the stock of bean dip she said down at her tummy and the resident thereof, "What the hell you don't like pickles or ice cream?" Thinking about it, she told her unborn child, "Aah,, I can't blame ya, I can't stand the thought of that either." Michelle returned home feeling as if another mission had been accomplished, when she saw Jo's V.W. beetle car in the driveway and went inside. Jo, looked up from her studying and came to give Michelle a hand with her groceries, Michelle demurred and handed her the bags of spicy junk food and told her, "Here, why don't you put this crap in the kitchen?" Sure, Mike, say, since when do you like tex-mex?" Michelle shrugged and answered, "Since now I guess, I just pigged out at some place called "Pancho's." "Oh, sure, I know that place some of the kids at school like to eat there,." "So, how are you doin' at school, Kid?" "Who are you calling, a kid, I'm older than you?" "Fair point, so how is it?" As they finished putting the snack foods away, Jo' answered, "It beats the hell out of working for a living. Some parts of it are tough, but no tougher than the Corps was o na young man.. The strangest part is dealing with my alleged contemporaries. I look like them and I dress like them, but I sure don't think like them. Some of the stuff that comes out of their mouths is just crazy" Michelle followed Jo' into the living room to continue their conversation and asked, "Examples?" "Well, some of them actually think the U.S> Government is at fault for the war, that WE provoked it somehow, and that the Raianna were here to be our friends or some shit." So what happens when you point out the guys that were, are and will be changed by the virus?" "Oh, yeah, these people hand wave that away and claim they did us a favor. Like this is some big great prize." "Well to be fair the enemy didn't do it to us personally, it was those little grey bastards." "Yeah, you and I know that, sure, but they don't, that reminds me whatever happened to those little peckerheads, anyhow? "They, or rather the survivors abandoned the solar system after we nuked their base last year. We haven't seen hide nor hair of them since. That doesn't mean we won't ever see them again, but right now they're not the problem." "Yeah, the dickgirls are the problem, that reminds, me, I am not foolish enough to think the war is over, just because we won the battle of Midway. What happens next?" Michelle exhaled and responded, "Well, we get ready. We build more ships, more technology and we interrogate the crap out of our prisoners to see what they know." "We're not going to torture them, are we? I mean I sure hope to hell we're not going to go there." "No, at least I hope not, but we suspect the anticipation of pain can be and is more effective and persuasive than pain itself. I don't think we'll need to actually torture them, but the threat might be enough." "I hope so." Michelle and Jo' were very worried about the U.S. resorting to torturing the P.O.W.'s That was a dark place from which the U.S. would never be able to return. Even when Michelle interrogated the Zulu Romeo prisoner, she never laid a hand on it. She never tortured it. Implications and threats had been enough. Michelle then thought of the unborn child in her body and asked herself, not for the first time, in what sort of world would he or she grow up? What kind of person would he or she be, and what kind of example would Michelle give the little future Strelnikov/a It was a long night of trying to sleep interspersed with troubling dreams of alien domination and global calamity followed by three days of tense waiting for Schtopaugh to come home. Captain Strelnikova continued to work at Project Rampart. Her duties now consisted of dealing with one very important Prisoner of War that had been separated out from the U.S> encampment in Nevada. Former Fleet leader Kona Bl'Shara, of the Raianna Assembly. The next day, Captain Strelnikova walked in to the pressurized and secured cell holding the former enemy commander and she told the taller stronger other, "Good morning, Fleetleader, I will be your primary contact with the human authorities. We will feed you house you and look after you for the duration of your captivity as a prisoner of war. Right now, it is my duty to inform you that should you have any religious or cultural practices that require observance we would like to know them so that you can continue them if that is practical within the limits of your captivity." Kona asked in he/r oddly deep but still feminine voice, "What does this mean, 'Prisoner of War, I have never heard this phrase?" "It means that you are an officer in the military force of a nation or civilization they the Human Alliance is at war with and you have been captured while in open battle with us. That being the case we will be asking you certain questions to get information that will help us win our war against you." "But, I do not understand, there is no war, there is only the series of crimes of which your race is guilty." Michelle was thunderstruck, "Excuse me? Fleet leader, you trespassed in our star system, you then initiated an unprovoked bio attack against our planet, and our space navy then gave you a world class shellaquing in retaliation." "Ah, I see now, there is a misunderstanding. You seek to cloak your race's crimes in a patina of military respectability. I will clarify the events for you. My force of Galactic peace keepers came to this star system to take your race in custodianship, you threatened us with violence. We then acted to curb your violence and atavism, and you responded by attacking our fleet and murdering thousands of Raianna peacekeepers." "Ah, I see now, in our eyes we defeated an enemy navy that invaded our star system, in your eyes we attacked and killed a bunch of cops." If a 'Cop' is a Peace force officer, then yes, and you have kidnapped several hundred other peace officers. Your race is now indictable for quite an impressive series of crimes, any one of which would place your race in Coventry for a generation." "I see, Well your interpretation of events is certainly interesting, to be sure, Fleetleader. We will talk again. Good day." With that, Michelle left the cell and retuned to speak with the project's intelligence chief, Vernest Torgeson. He watched the captain as she sat and asked her,"So, what did you learn, Captain?" "Well, he/r version of events was interesting to say the least. According to he/r this isn't a war, it's a bust." "Excuse me, Captain?" "They class us as criminals and now presumably we're cop killers as well in addition to being kidnappers." Torgeson nodded and said, "Yes, I suspected that might be the case, at least to them. During the Vietnam conflict the other side never stopped referring to our forces as criminals, as if our war effort were illegitimate." "I remember that. Nevertheless, this is different, with this, they are serious. There was no trace of irony in her voice when she said it, and during the battle I got the idea that they were shocked out of their shoes that we were attacking them at all." "Then, the fleet we defeated at Jupiter,..." "Wasn't even close to a serious military force, just a bunch of cops come 'round to bust a local crook's hideout." Vernest looked serious and told Michelle, "I see, well this certainly changes things. Captain why don't you return to your office and I'll report this to my superiors in Washington. The President is going to need to hear this." "Speaking of things the president needs to hear, next time s/he and I talk how about tomorrow I start asking, my enemy the police officer a few questions about her people, their history and so forth. Things a 'criminal' would not think to ask but will help us determine the psychology of our enemy." Torgeson was pleasantly surprised and told Michelle, "Very good, Captain, proceed as you see fit in that regard. Carry on." That day as Captain Michelle Strelnikova sat behind her big desk in her office at Project Rampart, she wrote out the list of questions she would ask the P.O.W. The initials in question filled her mind and suddenly her old Naval Aviator sense of humor kicked in and she started thinking of unflattering acronyms for them. 'Police Officer, Wanking' 'Probably On Weed' 'Pretty Old Woman' 'Prostitute Overly Willing' Finally, the through hit her that Kona was probably sitting in he/r cell sweating like a Pimp with One Whore. She started giggling and then outright laughing at her own humor It made her feel good and even happy for a good few minutes, Then she got back to the task at hand. Chief Petty Officer Chandler heard the captain laugh and took heart from that. A superior officer in a good mood was a very happy thing for any non commissioned officer. Ask about racial history, Ask about tech level, Ask about current dominion, ask about biology.(If reluctance is shown offer to cut her open and find out for yourself, use criminal patina to reinforce threat). The project geniuses suspected a nuclear war in their race's past, were they right? They needed to know. How old was their species, were they among the first in the local group to gain space travel? If so what did that mean, could Earth search for any allies? The project needed to know. The Earth struck lucky with the Battle of Jupiter, but as many wars in Earth's past showed, beginner's luck counted for crap in a long war, and this was going to be a VERY long war. Michelle was working away pushing her pencil when suddenly all thought of the war, and the project and the defense of Mother Earth Mom and Cherry pie fled her mind and she stood up and told CPO Chandler, "Lunchtime." As she walk-ran out the office door to the elevator to the surface. This time, lunch was barbecue brisket and white bread with Cole slaw and baked beans at a place called 'Rudy's' Michelle was driving back to the base when she heard an odd sound on her right near the space between the two front seats in her Corvette. Her car was ringing. She stopped at the intersection of Carlisle and Lomas and looked at the source of the strange noise. It was a rather large bulky looking unit with a telephone handset in it. Michelle picked it up, put it to her right ear, and answered curiously, "Hello, this is Captain Strelnikova, may I help you please?" The voice was that of Chief Petty Officer Chandler, "Captain good the mobile telephone unit works, I wanted to call you to let you know that Lt. Colonel Strelnikov has arrived at the Albuquerque Sunport, His flight is in if you want to go pick him up. General Ballard has released you from the rest of your duties for today so that you could do that, Sir." "I see, thank you, Chief Petty Officer, I appreciate that, I'll speak to you later." When she hung up the hand unit, Michelle sped as fast as she legally dared to get to the civilian Sunport connected to Kirkland Air Force Base and retrieve the love of her life and the father of her child. Driving to pick up the mad Russian, Michelle thought about various things, including the fact that she had already had to let her uniform out to fit her expanding belly. She was trying not to put on too much weight, but she just seemed to get HUNGRY sometimes and thoughts of food would chase all ration thought from her brain. It was really bizarre. Then she reflected on the telephone in her car. A telephone in her car. That was like, Buck Rogers. Nuclear powered space ships and trips to the moon and fighting space aliens were one thing, but a telephone in her car and the shrinking computers were something else again. THOSE were every day things that reminded her forcibly that the world was CHANGING. As she sat at the stoplight, Michelle saw a sad eyed young woman in an army jacket sitting at a bus stop and realized the poor bastard was not a woman, or at least had not been one until recently. The sight of a startlingly young and beautiful homeless woman in ill- fitting men's clothing, was starting to become a common one on the streets of Albuquerque as it was in several other American, Canadian and Mexican cities. They were a symptom, not just of the Raianna attack, but also of America's refusal to deal with the reality of gender politics. Pretending the problem did not exist was no way to address the problem. The U.S. population was trying the same trick with the veterans of the Vietnam conflict, and that wasn't working either. The really bizarre part was that in some cases the victims of the Raianna and the veterans of the war were the same men. How many of these women had been forced to prostitute themselves just to be able to feed themselves? It was swiftly becoming an national outrage. The BGALS act was rotting in legislative hell as a seeming legion of conservative politicians held it up and railed against "Spending taxpayer dollars to coddle sexual deviancy". The Temporary COIN act expired at the end of the year and renewal of that was not probable. Michelle reached the Sunport and parked her Corvette, she then headed in to retrieve her husband from the cavernous building. Michelle found Schtopaugh just picking up his flight bag and duffle from the baggage claim check when she came up behind him, and told him, "Hey flyboy, wanna come home with me and party, My husband's out of town." He turned around and not missing a beat, told her, "Hell yes, I dig pregnant chicks.let's blow this Popsicle stand." Michelle went into his arms and kissed him, open mouthed and hard. When she broke the kiss he exclaimed, "Wow, what was that?" "You never heard of a French kiss?" "Don't the French usually surrender, that was decidedly German actually." Michelle swatted him on the butt and told Schtopaugh, Don't be a smart-ass, come on, let's Did-Mau, Mos Riki Tick." As the corvette blazed out of the parking lot with Michelle driving and Schtopaugh I nthe side seat, he looked down between the front seats and asked, "What the hell is THAT thing?" "It's a mobile telephone unit, they installed it in my ride when I was away, I guess they wanted to be able to reach me no matter what?" "I am surprised I didn't get one in Russia, didn't your people share them? "We should have, unless the Politburo is being stingy with the goodies." "Oh, they probably are, I would not be surprised. I swear in Russia, if you are not a party member you're nobody." "Well, never mind that, Jo' is in University and we're both back so we can talk about important things, like getting the baby's room ready." "You're really throwing in full with the motherhood bit, ehh?" "Schtopaugh I don't have a choice, our son and or daughter is coming weather we like it or not and that means we have to get the young space cadet's quarters Ship-Shape and Norfolk Style BEFORE he or she shows up." "So,.. does that mean no more,..." Schtopaugh asked worried. "No, No, We're good to rock and roll all night until the last trimester, which is good because I am as horny as a ten peckered goat and I need to get ploughed hard as soon as we get our shit squared away at the house, maybe even before." Michelle drove faster than was strictly legal until they passed the Gibson gate of the base, at which point, she slowed to the base speed limit and drove to the house. Jo' would be at school and both knew it, therefore their inhibitions were suitably low. As soon as Her briefcase and his bags hit the living room floor and Michelle slammed the door closed with one foot, Michel was pulling his tie loose and trying to get his short open so that she could feel his chest. Both of their covers were on the floor as they frenetically pulled each other's uniforms off and caressed and fondled each other's bodies. By the time Michelle's breasts were exposed to Schtopaugh's tounge and mouth, she was stroking his engorged cock and playing with his ballsack. He was using his left hand to get inside her panties and frig her to get her going full speed. It was hardly needed as he felt his two fingers slide in with almost no trouble and she, moaned in relief. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH GOD YEAHHHHHHHHHH" She stroked his cock faster and he grunted his approval, "Yes, So Good, I love that, mmmmmmm. Before he could climax, Michelle bent down and took him into her mouth. Michelle licked and sucked his penis as if the taste of it was better than chocolate. Michelle realized that after a fashion the meaty musky taste of his penis and testicles was quite pleasant. That was why she enjoyed giving him oral pleasure. That and knowing he would feel obliged to return the favor. Michelle worked Schtopaugh's dick as if it were a lollipop and before very long, felt it twitch and pulse in her mouth and the hot semen filled her mouth with a strong taste of what was almost meaty and grainy at the same time. Some of it leaked out onto her lip and she wiped it away telling him as she swallowed, "Meat and bread, the Russian diet" "How did you know? "Because you jizz what you eat, lover." "Oh," He laughed self consciously and asked, "So, Payback?" Michelle shook her head and crawled on the couch on all fours, telling him, Its been a week since we kicked ass at Jupiter and I need to get FUCKED I need my victory fuck, right up the old Hershey highway." Michelle almost growled. Schtopaugh nodded and was already once again hard given how long it had been since he and Michelle had made love. He spread her butt cheeks apart and pushed himself slowly into her rectum, not taking care to not hurt her, but rather relishing the slow torture he was inflicting on her. When he was finally all the way in he could tell she was frigging her pussy by the motion her fingers caused on his scrotum. As Schtopaugh started slowly thrusting in and out of Michelle, She was moving back and forth over his shaft and moaning and crying in physical pleasure. "MMmmmmeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh YEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!" With the last cry Michelle orgasmed and was working her own cunt with one hand while she massaged her own breasts with the other as Schtopaugh drove her into the couch cushions. Schtopaugh did not stop but instead turned her over onto her back as he pulled out of her rectum and was about to drive his hardness into her vagina when he suddenly remember their child and ran to the bathroom to wash off his penis. Michelle cried, "Come AWN, Where ja gowww, I wanna git fucked, Gimme a break, lover!!!!!!" Schtopaugh returned with his penis smelling faintly of soap and plunged it into Michelle's sopping pussy, when he did that and she felt him go in with almost violent suddenness she shouted "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGAHD FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME! Each cry of 'Fuck me' was bizarrely timed to coincide with Schtopaugh thrusting into her and driving them both closer to their mutual climax. By the time Michelle felt Schtopaugh trembling with the force of his own imminent climax she had her legs wrapped around his back and her arms across his shoulders, hugging him to herself as she shook and cried, "EEEEEHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHGGGG GHAHD!" As they lay there I nthe afterglow, with Schtopaugh's softening cock still in Michelle, the door unlocked and opened and Joanne Bradford stood there and said in gobsmacked horror, "I did NOT need to see THAT!" Then she closed the front door and said through it,, "I'll be back when you two freaks are done debauching the living room, and oh yeah, SOMEbody better get us a new COUCH!" As the two heard her footsteps die away and he car start outside, they just giggled to each other, and moved to part and clean up their mess.