The guy filling the helium vest wouldn’t stop looking at Jasmine’s tits. To be fair, he gazed a long time at Gina’s, too. Even “vest” may not be the best word because the balloon wrapped around their center of gravity — the waist. Pleasing everyone, their breasts rested on the “vest” rather nicely. Or not, since boobs in micro-gravity didn’t sag anyways. Certainly not these newly installed ones. Gravity causes body parts to sag. The space port ended this tragedy.
Science fiction writers wondered how spacemen in the future will concentrate on long trips when women’s breasts stand out so temptingly. Making things worse, what is traveling in a spaceship but being in a machine that vibrates constantly? James himself knew how distracting it was to watch his wife’s nipples vibrate constantly. Which, of course, made honeymooning in space so much fun.
With equilibrium set, the crew let James go. Not that he went anywhere. The whole point was to give the balloon enough helium so that he basically floated in place. Micro-gravity allowed people to jump really high, but they still returned to earth, so to speak. The big difference between the International Space Station and the Ganymed Space Port is that the port had four trillion tons of mass that produced enough gravity so toilets flushed, water from showers eventually dropped, and a person could tell which way was up. Although, technically, gravity still affected the space station, for all practical purposes, it was zero-gravity. What was up did not come down. Ever. Without ropes, straps, or velco, lovers could spend more time finding each other than fucking each other.
So those who just wanted to float needed a little help. Too much helium and he would rise to the ceiling, yet not enough and he would remain on the floor unless he pushed off. Instead, they pushed him in the middle of Central where he joined the others. Jasmine grabbed him as he passed by and they hugged like children after strapping themselves together.
Bob and Gina had gone first, so they had been cuddling for an hour now. James wondered if his father died because he went so long without moving a muscle or making a sound. Gina, at least, occasionally purred. Nobody wore anything heavier than underwear, so ten couples floated as if on magical beds. Few moved, so they rarely bumped into each other. Bob and Gina floated the highest, about five stories up, near the middle of the room. Others chose the equivalent of corners. The Russian and his wife preferred to stay within two meters of the floor. Just in case.
James heard of salt water tanks so dense that people could actually float on the surface and never sink. He had never tried them, but this is what that must feel like. The camera crews grew bored filming couples just holding each other, slowly rotating on their axis. Soft jazz music almost put them to sleep. The new trophy wife of the Chinese tycoon farted loudly, but wisely no one wanted to break the mood. Besides, they couldn’t move out of her blast radius anyways. In fact, the only way they could even get down was by deflating the helium cushions.
Despite himself, James felt all tension drain out of him. He didn’t feel sleepy, yet he wasn’t really awake. Not after the first few hours. He didn’t dream so much as lose himself in the wonderful sensation of weightlessness. He knew of no drug that felt this good. Moreover, he wanted to know why they weren’t sleeping like this every night.
Then Jasmine started touching him. Lightly to not move them too much. She hated facing down, for some reason. James just didn’t enjoy feeling upside down, but if he closed his eyes not even that bothered him.
His cock responded long before she touched it. He came in her just a few hours before, so he knew she was just giving him time to recharge.
That’s when it hit him. “I think I’ve figured out anal.”
Well, that woke Jasmine up like a skillet to the forehead. They scrambled out of the strap that held them together and struggled to change their relative positions. They looked like those suicidals who jump off of buildings, the way their arms and legs flailed in all directions. The other nine couples watched closely and even the camera crews on the floor, anchored there by magnetized boots, perked up.
“Let me lube you first,” she begged him, eager to get his hard cock in her mouth.
James gently stepped on her to climb “higher,” although they were now floating horizontally. His momentum carried him down by the time she could get between his legs. They must have moved too fast because now they twirled in the air like synchronized gymnasts. His head pointed towards the floor when she swallowed his penis, not bothering to remove his boxers. They continued to circle, though, head over heels, but neither minded. She bobbed back and forth like a piston, whimpering with desire. Those above watched her work her anal muscles, already anticipating the penetration of her anus. The blowjob lasted three full turns before she pleaded with him to fuck her up the ass.
“Careful taking off your panties,” her mother cautioned from above.
Sure enough, she ended up upside down and moving away from James, who tried “swimming” his way closer. She drifted higher while he futilely tired himself out.
“Daniela,” Bob called down to their concierge, the hottie’s real job title, “please help my boy out.”
Gina had loaned Daniela lingerie to boost ratings, so she kind of owed them. Her participation in the orgy in the observation deck sure made her famous. Sighing in resignation, she took off her heavy boots and ran up the wall before pushing herself off. Daniela tackled James and together they moved to Jasmine, who held out her arms and spread her legs. Without trying James copped a magnificent feel of the guide’s artificial tit. She didn’t object, so he didn’t apologize.
They plowed into Jasmine, driving them all higher and to the side of the cavern. Jasmine found herself looking at Daniela’s panties and gave in to temptation, sticking a finger inside her wet pussy. That bitch has been on low simmer, she realized happily. Indeed, the former beauty queen moaned hungrily and pulled down her thong to give Jasmine access.
The acrobatics also gave Daniela excellent access to James’ throbbing erection. He turned in place, even as they moved together higher. Daniela looked into his eyes and flashed the thousand watt smile that won her Miss Arkansas. So while Jasmine gave Daniela oral, who in turn sucked on his cock, James wanted some, too. His father came to the rescue by swinging Gina down to stomp on his back, which drove him down to his wife’s snatch.
“It fucking worked!” Gina said in surprise.
Swinging Gina down flung Bob to the ceiling. He now shot off the ceiling, grabbed Gina on the way down, and joined the threesome.
“Do the guide,” his wife urged him. “She needs it bad.”
They pushed each other apart. Bob grabbed their host by the waist and let Jasmine lube him up for the big plunge. Watching his wife suck his father while floating in the air lit James up like a Christmas tree. Gina crashed into James, which pulled him away from his wife. He almost lost Gina, who would have spinned into the Colombian drug lord if he didn’t grab her ankle. He pulled her back just as Jasmine pulled him in like reeling in a fish.
“I’m gonna push Jimmy to you,” mama told Jasmine.
The push sent her against the wall, but James grabbed his wife’s ass and swore he wouldn’t let go.
“Will somebody please fuck me in the ass?” Jasmine yelled.
James worked it in as fast as his wife could take it. She grunted more than groaned, in obvious pain, but when he slowed down she snapped at him like a shark.
“Give him time, honey,” Gina advised. “He’s hung like a horse.”
James did a pretty good impression of a horse as he finally got it all in. He did the strap without drifting apart and could now fuck that sweet ass like a railroad spike. He brought it almost all the way out before roughly shoving it all the way in.
Someone cried out in pain and it turned out to be Daniela.
“Should I stop?” Bob asked Daniela since he only got the tip of his dick in her ass.
“If you do, I’ll fucking throw you off this rock! Fuck me hard, bitch.”
“Ohhhh. Now I need some.” Gina looked around her. “Who’s got the next biggest dick after my husband and son-in-law?” The Russian pulled down his pants, ignoring his new wife slapping him hard. “Well, get on up here. My ass won’t fuck itself.”
He jumped towards her and she turned her back on him while pulling off her tiny underwear. He crashed into her, and they smashed into the wall, then ricochet off the Indian automaker tycoon.
“Finger me to get enough lube,” she urged the Russian. He happily dug in, rough just like she liked it. She was so horny she urged him on. “Okay, finger me to an orgasm, then you can have my ass.”
So he did, while her husband and his wife watched. All too soon she screamed at the top of her lungs. By this time, Daniela was crying, her tears flying up like crazy raindrops. Jasmine pulled herself close to shut the bitch up by French kissing her like mad. Together, they screamed down each other’s throats while getting fucked up the ass.
Gina and the Russian, however, were still in motion, bumping other couples who couldn’t get out of the way.
“Yes, motherfucker, yes!” Gina yelled out.
Bob and James, literally fucking the shit out of the women, did a virtual high-5.
“Anal orgy in micro-gravity!” James yelled for the cameras. “Guinness, call me!”
“I need more cock!” Jasmine called out, desperate to be the center of attention again. “Who here can take three dicks at a time?”
The challenge inspired the group to new levels of naughtiness. After several minutes of careful maneuvering, Gina, Jasmine, and Daniela floated in the middle of the cavern, each with a cock in the mouth, pussy, and anus.
“We need more cameras,” James remarked as his wife, mother-in-law, and their hostess collectively took nine cocks in micro-gravity in mid-air as millions of viewers back on Earth watched.
Then one of the Ganymed manager hopped in, as excited as a newlywed.
“Mr. Johnson! Mr. Johnson!”
Both Bob and James yelled back, “yes?”
“The board of directions accepted your modified counter-counter-proposal. As soon as you are done anal fucking the only notary on the asteroid, you can sign the digital paperwork.”
The two Johnsons did a joint rebel yell.
“What’s going on? Are we getting screwed?” Gina asked, spitting out a Chinese prick.
“No. I’ve convinced several institutional investors to match my $10 billion capital investment. Everything I own and all of my hedge funds are now fully invested in the two companies. Together with Jimmy and the founders, we now own 51 % of both the launcher and this space port. We won’t have much cash until we take them public in several years, but at least we can stay here as long as we want. Although some of the workers will have to share rooms until they finish our condo.”
“What? We can stay?” Gina asked, thrilled.
“For as long as we want,” Bob assured her.
“You are the fucking greatest husband in the world!”
“Let’s get these bitches off,” James suggested.
The nine men intensified their efforts and the three whores swooned. Soon they screamed out their orgasms, one by one, vibrating the cocks in their mouths. Like gentlemen, women come first. Then the men started exploding. James watched a total asshole cum into his wife’s mouth, then a really nice guy erupt into her pussy, before he exploded up her ass. Then he saw a repeat with his mother-in-law and their hostess.
“I ain’t cleaning this up, y’all,” Daniela said after swallowing the last of the cum.
Several newlyweds had trouble deflating their helium vests while the rest of the slowly fell to the floor like something out of the Matrix.
“Best. Honeymoon. Ever,” James concluded.