Most men would have given an arm and a leg for the position I obtained with the Galactic Services. There I was, leader of the vessel which was responsible for servicing the needs of thousands of sex-crazed space explorers, spread from one end of the solar system to the other.
Yes, my vessel was the first spaceship designed for lust and what a crew it had. There was Lola with her raven-black hair and knowledge of every bizarre sex trick known to man and alien. Cathy, the blonde, with silky skin and legs that never stopped (her legs were not the only things that never stopped) Eloise, the red-haired half-earthling who could move into positions that defied the laws of man and Anne, a brunette with large, creamy breasts that moved up and down like balloons when we were in a weightless state.
The S.S. Lust, as it was popularly known, was set up by the Galactic Services to meet the sexual desires of men who had been stranded on planetoids, moons and outer planets with no women. I got the job as skipper because of my shocking good looks (six foot two brown hair), my youthful vigor (born thirty years ago in 2005), my reputation as a lover and my skill as a pilot.
Of course I reaped much reward for my brilliant efforts. I made a great salary, got plenty of excitement and could avail myself at any time of one of the beautiful girls on the ship.
* * *
It was an odd thing to watch Lola take a shower in lowered gravity. The water swirled around her body and everything in that magnificent frame was a marvel to watch. Her breasts moved gently under the pulsation of the water. It beaded on her nipples and cascaded down her skin. She moved her hands towards the tips of her boobs and toyed with the huge, conical nipples which now stuck straight out. She winked at me as I entered the space bath to avail myself of her sensuality.
"Come on in, Captain Rimmer, the water's fine," she said, parting her legs slightly so I could get a look at her snatch.
"You don't have to ask twice," I said.
I quickly stripped off my gold spacesuit until I was naked. Lola was quick to comment on the erection I was sporting, which looked a great deal like one of the pillars on Jupiter's moons.
"Quite a hard on," Lola said.
"And I'm going to blast off right inside you," I replied.
I got into the shower and examined Lola more carefully before I proceeded (I admit I'm rarely cautious about anything but this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up).
Lola was five foot seven inches. On earth she had been a distance runner and the athletic training had left her with a body of supple muscle, devoid of fat. Every part of her had the quality of firmness that I love in a woman. Her ass was round and tight. Her thighs were an invitation to plunder. She turned on fast. In fact, she was ablaze the second I touched her.
She grabbed at me like an animal, clawing my skin and scratching my back and stomach. Quickly she got down on her knees until she was parallel to my cock which was bobbing up and down in the lowered gravity. She was the kind of woman who knew how to draw out pleasure and this time was no exception.
She could have taken that massive organ in her mouth in an instant but she chose to toy with it instead, gently stroking it with her hand and just grazing it with her tongue.
"Oh it looks terrific," she said. "It's so big and warm and I'll bet it's just dying to get sucked."
"How right you are," I said, not wishing to prolong the agony of waiting any longer.
Lola swung her breasts around and tucked my prick between them. She rubbed them up and down until I was just about to come, then pulled back suddenly.
"Not so fast," she said. "A man needs to be prepared or else he won't get the satisfaction he needs."
I could tell that what Lola was thinking about was the Galactic Services Sexual Training Center (Sex Academy) where she had been taught by extremely patient tutors in all the arts of sexual arousal. It was a rigorous course all right. First a woman had to be chosen by a panel of judges (oh how I tried to get one of those jobs) by displaying herself in various states of undress. And, if she were really to go far in the Galactic Services, she had to show how she could move her assets to her best advantage.
Lola's athletic training had come in quite handy in this audition since she could move like a dancer. She started out dressed in a skimpy skirt, halter top, sneakers and white kneesocks. She paraded slowly back and forth in front of the judges, then suddenly jumped into the air revealing her lace-trimmed pantied posterior. She shimmied around the judges, her breasts jiggling, her buttocks shaking, until the five men were in the mood to call off the preliminary judging and move onto the rest of the action.
But as I said before, Lola was the type of woman who knew how to prolong pleasure and tease a man into surrender and her audition was no exception.
With the finesse of an accomplished stripper, Lola removed her skirt and tossed it on the ground. What a provocative sight she was now! Pink-trimmed panties on a firm ass halter top ballooned out by her tits. Lola quickly removed her sneakers and socks and threw them next to her skirt.
Then she went to work on the halter top. She untied the knot in the back, wriggled slightly and let the material fall over her bra. It slid down her body and fell to her feet. She kicked it towards the growing pile of clothes to her left. Now she stood in front of the judges in matching pink, lace panties and bra. Her huge breasts tumbled over the front of the bra. Down below, she was getting wet, for doing a show like this turned her on as much as it did the judges. Lola started unfastening her bra but didn't take it off completely. She held it against her heaving breasts so that the upper swell was visible and the long cleavage, but the nipples were hidden from sight.
Finally, Lola dropped the garment off completely. The judges gasped. Although they had been looking at girls all day, they had not seen a pair like Lola's.
They were perfectly shaped, round and suckable. The young woman knew exactly what the judges were thinking. If she could turn on a group of men on earth like this, imagine what she could do to a bunch of guys in outer space! Lola knew she had momentum going for her. Her hands reached up and touched her tits, moving them about and touching her nipples with her thumbs.
One of the judges moved uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the bulge that had appeared in his trousers.
Lola bent down and tugged at the elastic waste band of her panties. She inched them down her legs until she was stark naked. Drops of vaginal juice clung to the curly hair of her pussy.
"Time to move on to the next stage of your audition," one of the judges cried, grabbing Lola by the hand. The others quickly concurred.
They led Lola to the space-sex testing center where she was told to lie down on a huge "moon bed." The moon bed was designed to simulate sex in outer space. It was nothing more than a huge water bed covered with a thin vinyl top. The bed undulated like a rippling river allowing all the participants to bounce around, sink and rise, as if they were in lessened gravity.
Lola took to the bed like a duck to water. She threw her naked body down on the vinyl and spread her legs. What a cunt! It was red and ripe like a succulent orange and if it could have talked it would have been begging some swollen cock to fill it. The judges much have heard for they stripped in ten seconds and dove next to Lola.
She was woman enough for all five, no question of that. She grabbed two of the cocks by her hand, took one in her mouth, rubbed another with her feet and took the final one all the way up her snatch. (No wonder she became known around the Center as the human octopus or octopussy for short). It was pretty clear that Lola really wanted the space "sex servicer" job and that she was going to go all out to get it.
She wriggled around on her back, flailed the air with her legs and moaned softly. The men were in high states of excitement all around her.
"Give it to me, give it to me," Lola screamed out.
All at once, the five men started to come. There were throbbing cocks and spurting semen everywhere. Lola, too, started to come. Her pussy muscles sucked in the cock juice that was shooting into her. The orgiasts were bouncing around on the bed, now wet with sexual secretions.
"Oh my God," one of the judges shouted as he watched gooey sperm spilling over Lola's lush body. Within a minute, the gorgeous wench was covered from top to bottom with a white, pasty film. White scum dribbled over her breasts, in her hands and down her thighs. And she loved it, loved every drop of it. She rolled around in it, spread it over her face and then begged for more.
She was like a Jupitarian panther ... a female in heat. The five men accommodated Lola's needs several more times.
* * *
Well, needless to say, Lola was admitted into the prestigious sex academy, to be taught the finer points of sex and advanced sexual technique. (It may be hard for you to believe after reading the foregoing description that Lola had anything else to learn, but stick around and you'll find out.)
"You did superb work in the audition," one of the judges told Lola with as much of a straight face as he could.
"Thank you, sir," Lola said.
"Are you aware that our training program is very rigorous?" the judge asked.
"Of course," Lola answered.
Indeed it was a rough program since it included courses in mechanics, celestial navigation and weaponry, but every girl knew how large the rewards were and there was a depression on earth.
It was tough to get work, much less high paying work and women were desperate for employment. The Galactic Services offered tremendous pay to the "space-sex servicers" and naturally the excitement of the voyages provided more of an incentive.
Lola had always had to struggle to keep above water. She was born into a poor family and had made her way through school on athletic scholarships. She had also discovered that she could make plenty of extra bread as a model. It had been a quick step from modeling to massaging and thence into sex for pay.
Lola was a perfect candidate for the S.S. Lust.
Back to the showers for a moment. That's where I was standing with my prick swollen to bursting when I started telling you about Lola's training.
Sex in outer space is everything it's cracked up to be. You don't feel weighted down by your body. Everything giggles and moves, bounces and floats. Underwear doesn't just lie on the floor. It drifts all around you while you're making love.
If you don't feel like staying in one given position, all you have to do is give yourself a gentle nudge and you're propelled around the cabin. You can grab onto anything to stop your momentum.
Lola finally decided it was time to take my cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and grabbed the bulbous head of my prick with her tongue. She let it linger around the tip for a few seconds.
I was beginning to feel as if I were in heaven. There was just enough gravity to keep the water running down but not enough to make me feel heavy. Both the water and Lola's tongue combined to put me in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh," I screamed out.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" Lola asked after she'd taken my organ out of her mouth for a second.
"You can say that again," I said.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" Lola asked again. She always had a great sense of humor.
But then she got down to business, putting the whole cock in her mouth and pumping up and down on it. It was amazing how diligently she went about her work and I now-understood why she got such high marks on her exams.
"Suck it," I screamed.
Lola didn't answer this time. She just smacked her lips and kept on sucking. My rod was huge and getting bigger. It felt like a log of solid oak.
I could feel a huge amount of cum welling up in my glands. Lola's tongue covered the whole surface of my prick. It's tip was pressing against the back of her throat. I looked down and saw her head bobbing up and down. She was massaging my cock in every way she knew how.
I was trying to hold back but I just couldn't any longer. Suddenly I felt my prick start to vibrate. Then the whole thing just erupted like a volcano.
Jism geysered out and Lola sucked on it, swallowing my hot juice greedily. She decided on another treat. She let the final drops of cum spurt into the air and watched them slowly drift down. She moved sensuously towards and grabbed them with her tongue. It was an astonishing sight. Lola was going after the droplets like a lizard going after flies.
She darted around the shower gobbing up bits of semen that floated through the air.
"Tastes terrific," she said.
"You seem to be having fun," I said.
"Want some?" she asked.
"No," I said, "but I'd like something else."
I floated towards her cunt and sunk my teeth into her gash. Christ was she wet.
"Like it down there?" she asked.
But there really was no down there. You see I had just taken the opportunity to turn off the gravity and now we were totally weightless. It was sensational. If you think 69ing is good on earth you should try it in space.
Our mouths and bodies were going everywhere. Up, down, around. There was moisture everywhere, both from our secretions and from the shower.
I lapped at Lola's cunt, sucking up all the juices and Lola once again attacked my cock. What a sight we were, drifting around the cabin and sucking each other off. We bounced against a wall and started bouncing toward the middle of the room.
Suddenly I sensed Lola was about to come. Her whole body started to shiver. Then I could feel her pussy muscles expanding and contracting.
"Suck it, suck it," she cried out, pointing to her steaming clit.
I pulled on it with all my strength until the final ripples of her orgasm had died.
Then it was my turn again. Once again my cock started to burst forth with its load of cum and again Lola pulled it down as if she were drinking a thick milk shake.
One of the many things that was amazing about Lola was her ability to work her mouth like a suction hose. I was always astonished how marvelously drained I felt at the end of a good blow job from this beautiful space harlot.
Now it was finally time to get down to the real thing.
I floated towards Lola, moving my hands like a swimmer doing the breast stroke. Indeed, soon I was stroking Lola's creamy, bobbing boobs and sucking on her nipples. It was a great dance we were doing in the space cabin. It was a small area but we were making the best of it.
Lola spread her legs wide and I propelled myself toward her cunt. It was like a torpedo headed towards a lush harbor. My aim, as usual, was perfect and my cock found a perfect resting spot in Lola's gushy snatch.
The sensation was indescribable. I nuzzled deeper and deeper into her cavern. Lola was aglow, she took hold of my arms and pulled me closer and closer to her until I was snug inside.
"Harder, harder," she cried. "Do it to me. Oh yes, do it to me."
I didn't need any urging about this matter. I braced myself against a wall and started pumping into Lola for all I was worth. Lola pushed herself towards me, grabbing onto some rope to hold herself in place, and started pumping back. Unfortunately we still couldn't keep up the momentum. We needed to push off against something besides each other.
We solved this problem very quickly. We lodged ourselves into the shower and used the grips for leverage. It worked! We were locked in and secure. Our naked bodies were aligned against one another and the feeling was overwhelming.
"I feel so overwhelmed," Lola moaned.
"So do I," I said.
"Give it to me faster," Lola said, "my cunt is dripping with desire for you."
"I'll give it as fast as you can take it," I said.
I increased the tempo of my love making. Although I'd been a space jockey for five years, it was still captivating to watch how Lola's tits bounced up an down in the weightless state. There is something about a woman in outer space that makes her even more alluring than on earth and I'd seen and screwed plenty of women on earth.
The sensation in my loins kept growing stronger and stronger. And I loved it. Lola opened her mouth wide and put her lips next to mine. If you've never French kissed (pardon my anachronism) in outer space you've never felt anything. Lola's wet tongue invaded my mouth and she dueled with my tongue for a few seconds. She let go with a load of saliva which she rubbed against my face. The weightless juice floated around while Lola pressed it into my cheeks, eyes and lips.
My cock responded to all this sensation by moving faster and burying itself deeper into Lola's quivering cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she said. (I may not be quoting exactly here but she did say something like that.)
"Mmmmmmm," I responded, not to be outdone.
"You've got the biggest cock in the solar system," she said.
"You've got the juiciest cunt any earthling has ever got himself into," I replied.
I was not really telling the truth at this point because the other girls on the ship had cunts that were as fantastic as Lola's. I maneuvered around to get into a different position so that my cock could rub against Lola's clit. She responded just the way I thought screaming and moaning, grabbing my face and bringing it close to hers.
I knew the climax was near.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Lola whined.
"I am too."
Suddenly we felt an incredible burst and the entire rocket shook. "I've never been shaken like that before," Lola said. "It was amazing. Just amazing."
"Sure it's amazing," I said, my unrelieved cock still in an erect state. "We've just been attacked!"
CHAPTER TWO
You've probably read and seen plenty about being in a space war. Well, let me tell you it's not all fun and games. Sure the laser beam guns look great and the speed makes you giddy. But if you get hit you've had it. There are no parachutes and no life rafts. The only thing you can hope for is that a friendly vessel might pick you up before the enemy wiped you out for good and that wasn't very likely.
The Galactic Services were at war with the dreaded Radons. The Radons occupied Uranus and used it as a base to send out their war ships. They were a brutal race and what they did with the women was unspeakable to say nothing of unprintable.
"I got one of them," Cathy screamed. The blonde was at the controls of the laser blasting unit and had scored a direct hit on a Radon war craft. The cruiser burst into a thousand fiery pieces which looked like a meteor shower.
"Over there. Over there," Anne cried.
Cathy wheeled the blasters around and aimed directly at the oncoming Radon cruiser. The computer locked on target and seconds later the attacking ship was decimated.
I entered the control room with Lola on my arm, trying to look as professional as possible. It wasn't too easy since my clothes were half off and my cock was bulging out of my pants.
"Good work," I said.
The three girls smirked. "Looks like you've done some good work yourself," Eloise said.
Damn, I thought to myself. These girls are not only beautiful and sexy, they're also brilliant and excellent fighters.
I ran to the controls and helped Cathy chart the courses of the remainingthree attackers. It was a tough thing to do, not because I didn't know mathematics and applied physics, but because I was horny as hell and the bodies of the four girls were driving me crazy.
Boom!
The whole cabin shook as we were struck again by a Radon pulsar ray.
"Who the hell do they think we are?" Eloise asked between shouting out our space coordinates.
"They'll never take us alive," Anne said.
I didn't particularly like the way she used the word "alive", but I was nonetheless pleased by her enthusiasm for battle.
It wasn't just enthusiasm either. The Radons didn't believe in treating prisoners humanely (those rare times when they took them). They killed the men and used the women as slaves to their sexual desires.
The four women in the S.S. Lust could not have forgotten the story told in training school of a woman who was captured by Radon forces. They cut out the rational part of her mind until she was left as a senseless animal. They drugged her so that her one and only desire was sex and she fucked continuously until she fell dead.
None of the women on my vessel were gong to submit to any operation by the Radons.
The battle was now going fast and furious. The three enemy ships circled us each discharging laser blasts.
But the Lust was too quick for them. We dodged everything they had to throw at us, got in back of them and fired away.
Two of the vessels were struck and the third accelerated out of our range. We'd defeated them!
The girls cheered. I congratulated them on their speed and agility. Almost before I'd said the words, I realized it sounded vaguely as if I was talking about sex rather than battle. Anne was the first to notice my aroused state. She turned the Lust onto the auto-pilot.
"Looks like the captain's got a problem," she said, winking at the other girls.
"I think you're right," Eloise said.
The victory had really revved the girls up and clearly they had the same thing on their minds that I had on mind.
"The nerve of the Radon's interrupting the poor captain," Cathy said.
The four girls surrounded me and I felt like an alien vessel about to be attacked. Their outfits of course were deliberately designed to arouse the passions and my own needed very little arousing. Cathy was dressed in a gold lame, skin-hugging suit. When she moved, every part of her was visible through the material. Her breasts jutted out through the form fitting costume and the outlines of her ass made my tongue hang out.
Eloise was dressed all in black. Jeweled sequins lined her jumpsuit. Her half-Venusian looks made her appear all the more exotic and her red hair contrasted vividly with her garb. Anne was dressed in a white suit with blue, crisscrossing patterns running across her top. She had the largest breasts of all, fully forty-two inches swelling from her thin frame.
The girls decided that to celebrate our victory they would give me the "inter-galactic special." On earth or on one of our stops, such a special would have cost the average space digger a year's pay. Now I was going to get it for nothing.
* * *
Lola, Cathy, Eloise and Anne had learned to give an intergalactic special at the sex academy. The girls had met there three years before and had each risen to the top of her class.
I've already told you about the auditions to get into the school. One month afterwards, each girl was accepted into the classes. It was difficult to get through the two year program because the competition was so stiff. That made the girls work all the more hard.
like Lola, Cathy had come from a poor family and had found sex an excellent way of bringing in income. She had gained admittance into the school by doing a routine called "dance of the wine bottle." She used the bottle as a dildo and shoved it up her cunt. Setting it on the ground, Lola writhed around it until her juices started dripping down its sides and into the flask.
Her large, shapely hips swiveling about it in front of the judges, was more than they could stand. But Cathy wasn't finished.
At the conclusion of the routine, she took the bottle into her mouth and sucked out the juice. The judges applauded her imagination and immediately accepted her.
Eloise had emigrated from Venus and like the other girls had no luck finding work. Her sensational beauty brought her to the attention of the galactic recruiting officer who met her while she was applying for a job as a waitress. Eloise, of course, attracted the attention of all who saw her and the officer was no different.
"How'd you like to make a great deal of money?" he asked.
"Heard that one before," she answered.
The officer presented her with his card and she realized at once that this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Since she was a Venusian, she had the ability to move her body in ways no earth woman could match, and this, along with her magnificent looks, gave her immediate entree into the sex academy.
Her audition was a private one with the commander of the center himself.
"I've heard a lot about the way you Venusians make love," the commander said, unable to take his eyes off Eloise's body.
"I'm the best there is," Eloise said.
The young woman bent down, swinging her ass into the air, and wrapped her hands around her feet. It was like watching an Indian rubber person at the circus, for even in this contorted position, Eloise could still walk and maneuver with perfect ease.
The commander led Eloise to the moon bed to test whether the inside of her body was as mobile as the outside. When the Venusian had fully removed her clothes, the commander's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her skin was a coppery color and her torso was perfectly proportioned. She was a goddess with huge, conical breasts that rose high on her chest and a pert, rounded ass.
Eloise lay down on the moon bed and invited the commander to join her. She had no inhibitions from her Venusian past and she could make love with total abandon, with no fore-play.
The commander could not believe the feel of her pussy when he entered. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. His whole body was enveloped by the young woman's sensuality and what was more incredible was the way she used her arms and legs to wrap around him.
It seemed like her cunt was an entity unto itself with a will of its own. Eloise's pussy muscles tugged and pulled on the commander's cock bringing him to the heights of orgasmic pleasure.
"Come any time you want," Eloise said, "I can control my orgasm to match yours."
"Amazing," the commander said.
With that, he let loose a load which literally shook the moon bed and in a second, Eloise's orgasm followed.
A month later, she was admitted.
Anne was a tough brunette who'd been attracted to the service by her desire for excitement. She loved the idea of being able to spend her time fighting and fucking. What got her into the school was her startling stamina. A small, perfectly shaped woman, Anne proved she could screw as many as the academy could send to her and still go on to others. She proposed the following test the academy: lineup fifty studs and I'll exhaust every one of them.
The commander of the academy promised her immediate entry if she could make good her boast. Anne lay down on the moon bed, took off her clothes and prepared herself. She oiled her skin, rubbing her beautiful thighs, breasts and legs until they glistened. Then she used self-hypnosis.
The first stud entered and started fucking Anne. He tried to hold back, but Anne's incredible control and sexual animation soon brought him to orgasm.
There were forty-nine studs left and Anne met their challenges without hesitation. At the end of the test, Anne stood up boldly in front of the commander and offered to take him on as well. He agreed, thinking that with the help of fifty others, this saucy wench would soon be vanquished by his rod. One hour later, he walked out of the room exhausted while Anne bounded by his side.
"I think you could handle any mission we could think of," he said, still panting. Anne readily agreed.
If the average university had the catalogue of classes that the Galactic Training Center had, every man and woman on earth would be college educated.
In the first year, every woman had to take such mandatory classes as: sucking the cock, modes of body pleasure, erogenous zones and weightless intercourse.
The second year the girls had to prove their proficiencies in pleasing the sexual needs of men of every different type including those from far flung planets.
I'll never forget the day I was introduced to my lovely new crew members.
"How do you do, Captain Rimmer," Anne said to me.
"Just fine," I said.
The other girls each introduced themselves to me. Of course I couldn't take my eyes off their bodies.
"These girls are now your responsibility," the commander said to me.
"I'm sure the captain will treat us just fine," Eloise said.
"He looks like he can handle most situations no matter how hot," Cathy chimed in.
I prided myself on being a guy with a certain amount of cool but these four really put me to test.
The commander left us alone while I started to explain our mission. "As you girls know, the earth colonization program has now been expanded so that we occupy various moons and planetoids from our base here on earth to the moons of Jupiter."
"Fifteen outer colonies in all with a population of seven thousand," Eloise said.
"Yes," I said. "As you also know," I went on, "the men on these planets and moons are doing vital work for the Galactic Services but they need out help."
"They need our cunts," Cathy said.
"Yes," I said again, still struggling to maintain my cool. "Our normal circuit will last six months. We'll be using Mars as a base and travel from there to the asteroid belt and to the colonies around Jupiter. The trips will be difficult because of increased activity by the Radons, but I'm sure you ladies will be able to do your jobs."
The girls and I spent two weeks getting to know each other better before we blasted off. It was two weeks I'd never forget as each of the ladies tried out their advanced sexual techniques on me with the exuberance only a graduate student can have.
I think back now about what I said about the Radons. What a prophetic statement that turned out to be. I had no way of knowing, but those blood-curdling aliens were what was going to make the S.S. Lust not only popular, but infamous, causing us to get into a daring mission in which the fate of the solar system hung by a thread.
CHAPTER THREE
We were in the exercise room of the S.S. Lust. I turned off the gravity control so that we were once again weightless. The girls advanced on me and removed their garments as they came forward. Soon I was surrounded by four beautiful women dressed only in exotic underwear. What a sight it was as they circled me! A rival to the rings of Saturn.
Cathy had on a red bra with cut-outs in front which allowed her swollen nipples to be exposed. Her thin, filmy panties pressed against the furrows of her moist box. Eloise had on nothing more than a pair of thigh-high boots which clung to her legs like a second skin. Anne wore an outfit of ruffled panties and half-bra, plus garters which attached to a pair of sheer black stockings.
"Like what you see?" Cathy asked.
"Got this outfit on Mars," Anne said.
"You all look dazzling," I said.
Cathy unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. She floated the garments in my direction. Anne followed suit and in an instant, I was surrounded by floating undergarments and fleshy female bodies.
Eloise took off her boots and tucked them into a closet. Then, as only a Venusian can, she propelled herself toward me, her legs wide open. Imagine the sight of a magnificent beaver hurtling right at your mouth. Her twat gently nudged my mouth and I immediately started sucking away.
Cathy took my cock in her mouth while Lola sucked on my balls. The two tongues on my genitals were driving me crazy.
Only Anne still wasn't in the fray. She swam toward us and began licking the back of her neck and then drifted down, covering my body with her warm tongue.
Locked into each other now, we started drifting around the cabin. With my hands, I grabbed out for cunt and started fingering anyone I could latch onto. Anne had already started working on her clit and was starting to come.
My tongue working inside of Eloise was quickly bringing her to orgasmic, not to mention, cosmic, ecstasy.
My own cock was almost ready to shoot off. I was totally surrounded by sensation that was sending shivers up and down my spine. Cathy and Eloise, still working away on my jewels, sensed that I had arrived at a pre-orgasmic state. They redoubled their efforts, sucking and tonguing, licking and chewing. Cathy knew exactly the right amount of pressure to put on a cock. She bit into it just enough to make me feel as if nothing else in the universe mattered, but not enough to give pain or do any harm.
I could hold back no more. For a second, my whole body tensed then I felt relief as my rod started to spurt and spurt and spurt.
"Hey, let me have some of that," Lola said.
"Help yourself," Cathy replied.
Cathy took my dick from her lips and passed it to Lola. Lola greedily started sucking down my cum, licking the side of my shaft as she did so. Cathy licked the other side of my shaft.
Eloise's cunt started flowing like a river. She sensed my own release and now went on and on with her own.
"I could keep orgasming all night!" she shouted.
"So could I," Anne said. The beautiful brunette had fingered herself into a state of unsurpassed passion. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned as waves of pleasure splashed over her.
The jism was still pumping out of my rod and I began to fear it would never stop. Finally, it did and my still-erect cock bobbed up and down in weightlessness, as if sign ailing the other girls to take it on. They didn't hesitate.
Anne got to the post first. She spread open her legs and aimed right for the stick. Her aim was perfect and she floated right over my dick, then zoomed down on it. As they would say at the academy, it was a first-class entry followed by a three-point landing.
I grabbed for the ropes and pulled Anne along to a wall. She, too, grabbed for the ropes so that we could get some leverage for our fucking. She leaned across me so that her great orbs swung down toward my face.
I never ceased to be amazed by their size and beauty. The nipples were fully erect and begging to be sucked. I bent toward one of those breasts and practically took the whole thing in my mouth. I sucked hungrily while Anne pushed her pussy harder and harder at my pistoning shaft.
When I could get a chance, I saw a sight that made my dick work even harder, if such a thing is possible. Cathy and Eloise were sucking on each other's cunts. Their mouths were working furiously on each other's boxes. They were floating through the air, looking like a giant zero and revolving like a galactic f err is wheel. The two girls were tumbling around the room, bumping into objects, but never letting that slacken their momentum.
They were slurping hungrily on each other's clits.
I loved to watch their asses wiggling in the air.
It was a sensational show, all in all, a weightless bump and grind.
I had a hard time believing what was next, but I swear it's true. Lola drifted to the two girls who were 69ing, and in one continuous movement, broke them apart, put her mouth on Eloise's cunt and stuck her cunny in Cathy's mouth. Now there were three girls, each sucking on each other and revolving around the cabin like a giant space station around Mars. The sight was almost enough to take my mind off the fact that Anne was still working her pussy on my dick. I could feel her inner muscles working my cock over.
The great thing about screwing in a weightless state is that you have much more stamina than you do on earth. It takes very little effort to keep going, and that is exactly what we did.
All you really have to do is have the ability to let yourself go. That isn't as easy as it sounds. Some people panic the first time they experience weightlessness. You simply don't have the control over your body that you do when there's gravity. In fact, it seems that your arms and legs have minds of their own. You tell your arm to move right, and it goes left; you tell your legs to walk, and suddenly you're floundering in mid-air.
It's no different with sex. My first attempts at it had been most comical. I kept trying to put my dick into my companion's cunt, but couldn't maneuver myself into the right position. When I tried to get closer, I suddenly found myself further away.
That panicky feeling I'm talking about can happen at any time. Finally, when I got it in, I thought I was falling. The floor was rushing toward me and I thought I'd be crushed. Of course, nothing happened. I bounced harmlessly off the wall while my companion, who was highly experienced, didn't lose a beat of rhythe.
What makes weightless fucking even more intriguing is that since there's no up or down, no one partner is ever in a dominant position. In fact, unless you keep yourself tied (a whole different area), you're actually up and down at the same time. This of course engenders a great feeling of equality, which is good for the psyches of all participants.
* * *
Eloise, Cathy and Lola were still doing their space station act, but it was clear that they were quickly reaching the point of orgasmic release and believe me, until you've seen a circle of gravity-free girls, each about to come you've never lived.
Their asses moved more and more rapidly. Those huge behinds wiggled, shook and squirmed. Drops of pussy juice rushed down their legs and drifted around the cabin. Tongues pressed on clits, then dug deeper and deeper inside. Cathy was eating away on Eloise as though she hadn't had a meal for a month, and Eloise's response was to go down even harder on Lola.
Suddenly, the whole circle started to shiver. I could see the fingernails of the girls digging into each other's flesh. Moaning sounds filled the cabin.
"I'm coming," Lola screamed.
"Oh God, I am too!" Cathy shouted.
"Suck harder, harder!" Eloise cried.
For a moment, the girls had moved their heads away from the beavers in which they were immersed to signal to the other that the moment had arrived. And indeed it had. Vaginal fluid flowed down three bushes. Bodies trembled. There was no holding back now. And the sight was going to bring me to one of the most glorious climaxes in a career filled with glorious climaxes.
Anne could feel the mutual orgasmic experience as she went wild with her own cunt. It was like an earthquake or a meteor shower as the five of us each suddenly hit a magnificent space warp and then started the rush into a whole new dimension.
"Ohhhhh!" Anne cried. A cry that was soon followed by each of the girls. My own cock was filled to bursting. But just before I came, I was given a new treat. The three revolving girls drifted toward us, released us from the ropes, and put us right in the center of their action. For a second, I couldn't believe my eyes. All that was visible were three rotating views of mouths on hot bushes. What made matters more interesting was that Eloise, Cathy and Lola were all coming. I took my hands from Anne's breasts and reached toward any combination cunt and mouth configuration I could get into. The moisture of tongue and twat was overwhelming. My fingers etched a line between clit and teeth, reveling in the sticky fluids that covered them.
"Go to it, girls!" I shouted.
The only response was a multitude of muffled groans, which I interpreted to mean that they were having a great deal of fun. I could hold back no longer. First, my whole body tensed. Then I let go completely and let my organ take control of my very being. It erupted like Vesuvius. Anne, too, started erupting. I held onto her as if she were a space raft. Her pussy convulsed. Her fluids combined with mine until her cunt was like an underwater sponge.
Then it was all over.
I practically passed out, but managed to keep up enough consciousness to watch the three circling girls in their last stages of orgasm. Watching them disengage was a sight equal to their fucking. They spread open their legs and pushed away from the greedy, cum-filled mouths that had been attached to their organs.
"Wow, that was really something else!" Eloise said.
"What a circle of pleasure," Cathy added.
She was beaming with satisfaction. The three naked women floated toward their underwear and started getting back to work. Anne pulled herself off my cock and propelled herself toward the control panel.
I felt a little let-down at watching clothes cover all that female magnificence, but those are the breaks of the job.
* * *
I was pleased to see that we were directly on course. The auto-pilot had functioned perfectly while we were indulging in our little orgy. It was an advanced model that had just recently been installed in all inter-stellar craft. It made my life a lot easier because now all I had to do was plug in a set of coordinates and the computer did the rest.
We were headed toward a planetoid of medium size, called Tychon. Tychon had been settled fifty years before as a uranium mining plant. It was located in the belt between Mars and Jupiter and it was a lonely existence, to say the least. There were about sixty men in all on the planetoid, and they worked six-month shifts. It reminded me of the days when oil companies used to send men to the frozen North for a few months, pay them enormous salaries, and keep them working fourteen hours a day.
That's what Tychon was like.
It was a barren planet with no water, no vegetation, no life. It didn't even have the virtue of having good scenery. All that the eye could see were dry, rocky outcrops. The surface was scarred, with huge pits where the uranium had been dug out. Keeping men happy on a planetoid like that was not easy, but if the System wanted uranium, it was a job that had to be done.
An additional problem was the Radons, who made raids in the asteroid belt every few months. To counter these actions, the Galactic Services had set up a laser beam belt that would automatically destroy any vessel that came too close to Tychon's surface. A galactic ship was given a certain electronic code. As it approached Tychon, this code was put into a computer which transmitted it to a computer on the planetoid. With the right combination, your ship went right through the zone; with the wrong one, you were obliterated.
Our radio began to crackle.
"This is Tychon calling the S.S. Lust."
"This is Lust," I said.
"The fellas have been waiting a mighty long time for you."
"You had a service ship in last week," I said.
"Damn it, Captain, no ship's like yours. You've got the best women in the System."
The girls beamed with satisfaction when they heard this compliment. "Thanks, Commander," Lola said.
"Don't mention it, honey," the commander answered.
* * *
Although we'd only left our base on Mars a few days ago, our arrival was already eagerly anticipated. It was, of course, nice to be wanted. Tychon was our first stop on a tour that would last us six months. I had no way of knowing that the news we'd get on Tychon would mean a much shorter, though much more exciting journey.
CHAPTER FOUR
Our ship went right through the laser defenses and I watched in awe as the huge dome that covered Tychon's base opened to allow the Lust to land.
The girls prepared themselves by dressing in their most provocative outfits. They looked incredible to me so I can't imagine what affect that must have had on the sex-crazed denizens below.
The four girls put on multi-hued, form-fitting jump suits. Always eager to make a great entrance, Eloise, Anne, Cathy and Lola were dressed in clothes that complimented each other's appearance. Eloise wore red, Anne, yellow, Cathy wore gold and Lola wore blue.
When the door to our craft opened, we were greeted with a cheer befitting the arrival of Caesar back to Rome. The girls paraded out, twisting and turning in their suits to give the men a better look.
"We're really looking forward to spending time here," Cathy shouted out.
"We'll show you a time you'll never forget," one space digger shouted back.
Anne took a deep breath of the artificial air and her massive breasts looked for a moment as if they'd break through the material on her jumpsuit.
"That's it, honey, that's it," the men shouted out.
"Just getting ready," Anne said.
Cathy was not about to be undone. She spotted a bit of rock at her feet and bent over to pick it up. Her gorgeous buttocks pressed her gold jumpsuit.
"I think I just found something," she said.
"We just found something ourselves," a man hollered back.
Eloise and Lola did a series of gyrations that they said they were doing to get used to the increased gravity. Of course we'd already adjusted our ship to give us more gravity so that the story was just another cover for the girls to perform. The gyrations of course had the perfect affect on the men. They shouted and cheered and begged the girls to come on down.
Commander Bronson took the microphone. He gave a short speech which introduced the girls and then turned the microphone over to Cathy who was going to be the spokeswoman for the girls. "We're here just for your pleasure," Cathy said. "All you have to do now is wait your turns and we'll give you every sensation you can imagine." It wouldn't be easy for the men to wait their turns but when there's sixty men and only four women, that's about all they can do.
The turns were decided by a computer. Each man placed his name in a computer memory disc. Then the machine was set to generate names at random. Whoever came out on top went first.
If you wanted the girls to do something "special" you had to sign on to a different list. There were of course a host of interests and a variety of specialties for the girls to meet.
Of course our girls were up to all this and had no trouble meeting any needs that might arise.
You see, in your last year at the sex academy there are a series of classes, called imagination in outer space. The girls could choose whichever variation suited them best. They would then be given advanced techniques in how to satisfy men with those fantasies.
Ellen Williams was the name of the advanced fantasy instructress. It was her job to give general techniques and then send the girls on to more specialized training.
"What you have to remember," Ellen said, "is that men on these planetoids and bases have plenty of time to think and thinking means fantasizing. It's going to be your job to bring these fantasies into reality."
The girls busily took notes while Ellen continued her lecture. "These fantasies are not evil ... they are completely normal. One man may want you to act as if you're a teenager. Another may want to do two at a time. You have to accept these things and get into the man's head."
"You mean we have to become part of the fantasy," Anne said. "Exactly," Eloise answered.
* * *
Cathy loved the idea of playing a teenager. She was given a cheerleader outfit a little skirt that flipped up, a pair of pink panties, a silk bra and a form fitting white sweater with a big 69 written on the front.
Ellen took her into his space fantasy room and explained that she was to imagine she was back in high school performing for the crowd. Her every move was going to turn on the guys in the stands. Then she was given a drug SP-27, the purpose of which was to heighten any fantasy sensation, the beautiful young woman might have.
"Where are you?" Ellen asked.
"I'm in front of a big crowd."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to jump up and down and wriggle my ass and stick out my big tits. I want to drive those guys wild."
SP-27 was already taking hold. Cathy could hear the crowd cheering and she responded in kind. She picked up the hem of the skirt so that she could display her panty-clad behind. "I'd like to fuck every one of you!" she shouted to the imaginary crowd. "I'd like every one of your cocks sticking into a cunt. I'd like to slobber all over, you suck you off with my mouth drive you crazy!"
The music and the roar of the crowd got louder. The drug was turning her on as never before. Cathy ripped off her sweater and arched her back. Her breasts stuck out towards the crowd and she felt her nipples growing hard. She started doing a cheerleader routine, the type of which the old Dallas cowgirls couldn't match. She rubbed hard on her tits while telling the team to go for it. Then she took off her bra until she stood half naked in front of the fans.
"You all want to suck on these huge tits, don't you?! she cried out.
"Yeah ... you bet!" the crowd cheered back.
Cathy lifted up her skirt and stuck out her cunt towards the stands. "How'd you all like to suck and fuck this?"
"You don't have to ask!" the men shouted back.
Ellen watched with satisfaction as Cathy got deeper and deeper into her fantasy. She would certainly earn a gold merit for this performance and Ellen realized that she was getting pretty turned on herself.
Suddenly she wanted this gorgeous, half-naked cheerleader. She undid her own skirt and was walking toward Cathy. "You turn me on honey, you really do!" Cathy had never made love to a woman but this seemed as good as time as any to start. She was so excited by her own routine that she didn't care who sucked at her huge tits or pulled on her cunt. "Go to it, Cathy, go to it," Ellen screamed. Cathy pulled down her skirt and threw it into the imaginary stands. Now she was left with just panties, white socks and sneakers. Her panties were soaking wet at the crotch. She dug down deep and reached her steaming vaginal opening.
Ellen had lost no time herself. She undid the buttons of her blouse and tossed it away. In another second, she'd unfastened her bra and stepped out of her panties. "I'm going to fuck you, you darling little cheerleader."
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," Cathy responded. Ellen grabbed Cathy around the waist and plunged her tongue up against the panties, rubbing the material around in her mouth. She loved the smell and the moistness.
"Ever been eaten out by another woman?" Ellen asked. "No."
"Well, you're about to get a new lesson in lust." Ellen pulled down the young girl's panties and stuck her tongue all around the opening to her twat. She didn't miss a single section of the crack and Cathy was totally caught up with the technique. She still thought she was doing a number for the crowd. It was as if every longing she had ever had to exhibit herself was being brought out under the influence of the drug. She writhed, squirmed and moaned under Ellen's tutelage.
"Suck me!" she heard herself saying. "Suck every inch of my cunt!"
Ellen didn't need any more pushing. She'd worked her tongue deep inside Cathy and was working it in and out as if it were a thin, wet cock. "Go team, go!" Cathy screamed, feeling as if she was the part of some erotic football contest.
Ellen lapped and lapped at the furry beaver until she felt Cathy's body convulse. Cum streamed into her mouth and the tutor eagerly lapped it down.
"Now you've got to learn to do it to me," Ellen said. "You've got to go all out for team spirit."
Cathy got down on her knees and for the first time in her life carefully examined another woman's cunt. She loved the way the pink lips stuck out and toyed with the little rosebud that resembled a tiny penis. Without further instruction, Cathy started sucking on Ellen's clit and in a few minutes Ellen had reached a full and satisfying climax.
"You're excellent in getting into your fantasies," Ellen informed her. "You've learned the most important part don't hold back. Let your mind go. This's the only way you can truly please both a man or a woman."
Cathy blushed with the compliment. For the next several months she and Ellen worked on the cheerleader act until it was down to perfection. It would remain to be seen how the men on Tychon would react to it.
* * *
Anne had chosen the fantasy of being a space stewardess. Her tutor Robert Masters, took her into a simulated space cruiser where she too was given SP-27. Anne's outfit was stunning. She was dressed in a tight skirt, white blouse and a little pill box hot. of course she also had nylons and magnetic shoes.
"You're job is to serve me in every way," Masters said, "you've got to make me feel like a king."
Masters took his place in the mock up of a space cruiser. He got into his seat and waited for Anne to "serve him."
"Good evening, sir," Anne said, "may I be of any assistance to you."
"Why yes, I'd like a drink please ... scotch on the rocks."
"Certainly."
Anne returned with a sealed container full of scotch. She brushed her breasts against Masters' face as she bent over to hand him his drink.
"They're very beautiful," the man said.
"Thank you," Anne said. "I'm glad they please you."
The drug was quickly taking effect on Anne. Just the barest touch to her breasts had made her tingle all over. Her desire to serve this man, to do anything he asked was now the only thing on her mind. She noticed the bulge in his pants.
"You look very uncomfortable in that clothing, perhaps you'd feel better if I removed some of it," Anne said.
"Yes, that does sound like a good idea."
Acting like the perfect space hostess, Anne helped Masters remove his shirt, then opened up his fly of his pants. "I'm going to take off my blouse now, so that you can better appreciate my breasts." So saying, Anne unbuttoned her blouse, then undid her bra. Masters gasped at the sight of the lovely breasts which sprang into view.
"Perhaps the gentleman would care to touch them."
Masters knew that this girl would be a hit with the Galactic Services for she had just read his mind. "Marvelous idea," he said, reaching out for the huge globes.
"I think I can please you in a more efficient way," Anne said.
She bent down until her lips were touching Masters' erect cock. She toyed with the head for a few seconds, then took the organ down in one quick movement. She bobbed her head up and down the shaft at the same time using her fingers to stimulate Masters' balls. This was service, all right, and Masters loved every second of it.
"That's the way, that's perfect," he cried.
Anne increased her tempo. She was going to give this man an orgasm he'd remember for a long time. The cock was growing more and more stiff in her mouth. She could taste the pre-come fluid and knew that it wouldn't be long until his rod was pulsing and sending its load down her throat.
"Agghhh, I'm coming," Masters shouted.
Anne sucked and blew hot air into the cock while it erupted. Gobs of come stru ck the back of her throat and she swallowed it eagerly. Afterwards, Anne maintained her role.
"Did I give you the kind of pleasure you desire," she asked, helping Masters put his clothes back on.
"You've made this flight very memorable."
"Can I do anything else for you?" Anne asked, replacing her bra on her breasts.
"That was more than satisfactory. Thank you."
like Cathy, Anne was given the highest marks a girl can get and she was well on her way to getting a position with the S.S. Lust.
* * *
Lola's fantasy was to be a hooker. The galactic academy had an outer space beer bar set up. Six men were sitting sipping some brew.
Lola entered dressed in a black sheath skirt, black nylons, high heeled shoes and a black handbag. A few seconds before she'd taken SP-27 and gradually she'd begun to get completely into the part of being a sexy, seductive female who could pick up any male in the universe.
As she walked into the bar, she paused for a few seconds. This allowed each man to take a look at her. Each, of course, was immediately taken by the sight. Lola acted as brassy as she dared. Without hesitation she walked directly towards the best looking stud in the place.
"How'd you like to have a hot time," she said.
"Sure"
"I charge plenty, but I'm worth it."
"You fuck as good as you look."
"I'm the best there is."
"Let's go."
Lola led the man to an upstairs room. There was a huge moon bed in it. "Okay big boy," she said, "I want some action and I want it right now."
The drug had completely gotten into her blood system. She was a wanton harlot, a sexy broad who wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. She unbuttoned her blouse and let the man take a look at her black, net bra. She unhooked it and let it drop to the floor. What a set of tits!
The man's mouth fell open. "That's a hundred bucks right now," Lola said. "Sure."
The man reached into his pocket and handed Lola the money. Lola put the bread in her handbag and continued to undress. As if doing a strip tease, she removed her tight black skirt. The man gasped at what he saw black hose connected to a black garter belt on a spectacular pair of legs.
Lola sat down on the bed and dangled her high heeled shoes in front of the man's face.
"Take them off for me."
"Anything you say."
The man took off the shoes and threw them aside. He stripped off his own clothes and hopped into bed with the whore. She lay him on his back and climbed on top of him. She removed the black satin panties and rubbed them over his face.
"Eat the crotch. Taste my pussy."
The man chewed on the panties until Lola pulled them out of his mouth and tossed them onto the floor.
"I'm going to do all the work here," Lola said.
She placed her cunt directly over his swollen cock head. It only took the man a minute to come and Lola smiled at him with the knowledge that she'd fulfilled both his and her fantasy of what it was like to make love to and be a whore.
The mood was broken by the man, who was actually a highly trained tutor. "In another couple of months we'll have your act down perfectly. You've got a terrific knack."
* * *
And last, but certainly not least there was Eloise--Eloise, the exotic, red-headed half-Venusian.
Eloise decided to become an exotic dancer. With her dexterity it was an absolutely perfect choice.
It would be her job to entertain a man in the privacy of his home as an erotic stripper.
Robert Masters was her tutor. The two went out on a "date" to a restaurant near the Galactic Training Center. As Eloise got out of the car, she started wriggling sensuously as she walked to the restaurant entrance. Every eye was on her as she moved to the table that had been reserved for them.
Eloise had exquisite body control. If she wanted her breasts to move a certain way, all she had to do was make slight adjustments in her torso. Then her breasts would stick out and bounce, slowly and provocatively.
By the time Masters had taken Eloise home, he was incredibly turned on. All during dinner, she'd moved and jiggled until he was driven to distraction.
"I really want you, Robert," Eloise said. "But first I'd like to show you something."
Eloise had drunk the SP-27 at dinner and now was ready to perform. She gyrated her body to music which she put on the stereo. Masters sat on the couch, his eyes transfixed.
Eloise started at the top, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one. She removed the garment, spun it in front of Masters' eyes, then tossed it on the floor. Her stunning breasts were barely contained by a flimsy red bra.
She bent down and shimmied her ass in front of the tutor's eyes, bending into positions which only a Venusian could get into. Effortlessly, she reached around to her back and unzipped the zipper of the skirt.
She stepped out of it and was left with only stockings, garters, panties and bra. Masters was having a tough time breathing. The music and the movement were overwhelming him. He began to play with the bulge in his pants as the dancing continued.
Suddenly he became a spectator in a burlesque show as she had become a burlesque queen.
"That's it girly, take it off, take it all off."
"Anything you say," Eloise replied.
The music grew hotter and faster as did the bumps and grinds that Eloise was doing.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it," Masters shouted.
Eloise reached around to remove her bra. She undid the straps and let them hang over her shoulders. Her tits were so large they held the garment up by themselves. Masters took his cock out of his pants and started stroking on it in time with the music. Slowly, Eloise allowed the bra to drift down her breasts. She held them in her hand and squeezed them then showing her incredible Venusian control, she made the huge orbs circle on their own.
Masters was almost a cardiac case.
Finally, Eloise allowed the bra to fall off and her whole upper torso was now bare. Master's took in the fantastic sight of her pink aureolas, the nipples and the perfectly shaped orbs.
"Go on, go on," Masters cried, the tears practically falling down.
Eloise wriggled her hips and started unfastening her garter and stockings. She let her legs split apart as she descended to the floor. Now she was naked except for panties. On the floor she did a series of roles and leg movement which brought Masters to a height he'd never thought he'd achieve. This girl could do anything with her body...
The music was blasting out now. Eloise was contorting her legs, swinging her breasts, throwing out her cunt.
Suddenly Masters got up from the couch and threw himself on top of Eloise. He practically ripped off her panties and pushed his rod into her pussy. The two made love in tempo with the music until they both screamed with pleasure.
* * *
And so ends the story of the fantasy training of my four crew mates. I'm sureyou can understand better why the S.S. Lust was the most popular ship in the solar system.
CHAPTER FIVE
While the girls got ready to prepare for their "meetings," I settled down to have a long talk with Commander Bronson. He was an old man to be running a planetoid fifty and he was anxious to return to earth, where his wife and children were waiting. "It's a hard grind up here year after year."
"Don't know how you can stand it."
"Oh, you get used to it after awhile."
"You look worried."
Indeed Bronson did. His brow was furled and the circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn't slept well in weeks.
"It's the Radons again."
"They on the warpath?" I asked.
"Looks that way."
"Christ."
Bronson pointed to the domes roof. "I can't be sure," he said, "but I think they're going to start on one of the outer planetoids around Jupiter."
"You're joking."
"Wish I were," the commander continued gravely, "but all the signs are there."
Bronson was sitting next to an enormous panel of electronic switches. He hit one of them and a wall unit opened on the opposite side of the room. He flipped another switch and a large screen descended from the ceiling. Then the lights went out. A few seconds later, I was looking at some startling slides and motion pictures. Bases and mining installations had been blown up, dead bodies littered the landscapes.
The most worrisome thing was a film showing Radon ships passing through one of our laser blockades. "That's not possible," I protested.
"It is, I'm afraid," Bronson said.
"How?"
"It appears as if they were able to crack our codes."
My face went white. I realized the implications of what Bronson was saying and they were frightening, to say the least. "If the Radons have the code, then none of us are safe.'
"Exactly," Bronson said.
The two of us sat in silence for some time. Bronson reached for his pipe and lit it. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me for some time. Finally, he fixed his gaze upon a picture above my head and told me that there was a way out. "What is it."
"A new complex code."
He paused for a moment, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a tiny box. "This is an electronic switching system," he said. "If it's plugged into a defensive computer, it can make the laser system impervious to Radon attacks." Of course, I smiled to hear about this development, but my happiness was short-lived. "Problem is," Bronsen went on, "we need someone to take this code box to the outer planetoids."
"What's wrong with our attack fleet?"
"Too obtrusive. By the time they fought their way through a Radon fleet, our outer planetoids will be destroyed."
I was dumbstruck. A million alternatives raced through my mind, but none of them seemed satisfactory. "What are we going to do?"
"Use you, your crew and your vessel."
I gasped. "Now wait a minute. We're a strictly non-military ship. Sure we've got some defensive weapons, but they could never hold off a large Radon attack."
"The Radons have no reason to suspect you. The Lust has made voyages to every part of the system quite routinely."
The commander had a point there. The "sex service ships" of which the Lust was the finest example could go anywhere without raising suspicion. And we were the smallest, fastest ship going. The lumbering mining rockets and large inter-stellar carriers took days to do things that took us a few hours.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked.
"I want you to get this code box to Han-II."
"That's an awful long way."
"It's got to be done or thousands are going to perish."
I guess it was my love of excitement that got the better of me and, of course, my sense of duty for the Galactic Services. "I'll do it," I heard myself saying.
* * *
Almost immediately after the conversation I set out to make modifications of the Lust. We started with the engines, which were replaced by newer and more powerful ones. Then we installed new laser blasters, which increased our defensive range to well over two hundred miles. In fact, we could hurl out electronic torpedoes with ranges of over a thousand miles.
Next, the technicians installed a bank of nuclear rockets with multiple laser guided warheads. These gave us long-range offensive capabilities over ten thousand miles with plus-minus only two-mile margin of error! My own tiny blaster was replaced by the so-called rocket gun. The rocket gun was capable of leveling a mountain all by itself when set on maximum intensity. The only question in my mind was whether or not to tell the girls. After a long talk with the commander, we both agreed that candor was the best policy. If they didn't wish to make the mission, they could return to Mars. Naturally, I knew my ladies well enough to know they'd be more than willing to make the trip despite the dangers of Radon capture.
At that moment, the girls were oblivious to any danger. They were sitting in the Tychon lounge with a group of uranium miners, discussing their desires. "We're here to make you feel good," Eloise said.
"Just looking at you makes me feel good," Jack Reamer, a burly engineer said.
The girls blushed, and there was plenty exposed to turn red. Each of the girls was wearing gold lame' bikinis. The tops of the bikinis just managed to cover their nipples. The bottoms were cut so low that you could just make out the fringes of pubic hair.
Plenty of people have asked me about the use of drugs and electronic sex devices on our "missions." I always tell them that we've got a veritable arsenal of both, and that no man need worry over about being impotent with these weapons around. However, with girls who look like Anne, Eloise, Cathy and Lola, there's really not much worry about impotency.
The girls had decided to have a little fun anyway. They had slipped a bit of R-22 into the drinks of the men in the lounge and were sitting back, waiting for it to take effect. I'll never forget my own experience with this drug. It was in my second year at the sex service academy. The whole thing was a colossal joke dreamed up by one of my professors, but at the time, I didn't think it was a joke; I thought I was going to flunk out of school.
My assignment was to go out with Cathy and, using my charm, get her to reveal a piece of information that she had been given in advance. I took her to a beautiful little restaurant and played the gallant space captain bit right to the hilt. I ordered the finest wine on the menu and Beef Wellington expensive and not readily available. Cathy placed a drop of R-22 in the Chateau Latour 2006 while I was relieving myself in the John, causing the rest of the evening to be a strange turn-around.
As a cadet in the sex services, I had, if anything, too many beautiful women surrounding me. I know it sounds a bit vain to say, but when your job involves fucking sexy women day and night, there are times when all you want to do is be by yourself and rest. I had been feeling just like that at the beginning of the date. Maybe that's why my tutors decided to play the joke on me to prove to me that any man was vulnerable to drugs and a sensuous woman.
About five minutes after I took the first sip of wine, I looked at Cathy in a way I'd never done before. Gradually, my layers of professional cool slipped away, and I found myself staring into her enormous blue eyes.
"Something wrong, Captain?" she asked.
"No, nothing," I replied.
But there was something wrong. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her long blonde hair hung down below her shoulders. Her large, round breasts filled out the top of her yellow chiffon dress to perfection. She ran her tongue around her lips after she finished swallowing a piece of meat, and I nearly came in my pants. "What's wrong with you? I thought to myself, you've been with Cathy a hundred times before, and nothing like this has ever happened.
I tore my eyes away from her body and started working on my assignment.
"There's something I'd like to talk to you about," I said in my most casual and disarming manner.
"Anything, Captain," Cathy said, opening her eyes and grinning at me.
"It's a very intimate matter," I said.
"We've discussed intimate matters before."
Just at this moment, Cathy spilled a drop of water on the top of her dress. She took her linen napkin and started drying up the spot. In so doing, she massaged the top of her breast, closed her eyes, and let out a deep moan. My God, I thought to myself. I've got to keep my mind on getting that information from her.
"Dear me, what a silly thing for me to do," Cathy said as she continued playing with those lovely globes.
About the only thing I could think of now was sucking those terrific tits right then and there. Cathy glanced at me. "Just what intimate matter did you wish to discuss with me?"
I told myself over and over to say something about the "formula," but all I could think of was the burning in my loins and my desire to put my cock as far up Cathy's dripping cunt as it could go. Finally, I said, "I think we should discuss this in my apartment."
"Sounds great to me."
As we walked down the street to my pad, I found myself growing more and more uncomfortable. I felt dizzy and stoned, but most of all, horny. And I don't mean horny in the usual way, I mean desperately horny. Everything Cathy did turned me on. I stared at the nylons clinging to her long legs and her high-heeled blue shoes. I heard the rustle of her undergarments beneath her dress, and all I could think of was getting my. hand under it.
I was have an even more embarrassing problem. My dick would not stay down. Here I was, a space captain in training, walking along a public street, with my erect cock making a bulge in the front of my pants. Cathy noticed my problem, but said nothing. The bitch! She knew what was going on and must of been holding back hysterical laughter.
When we finally got to my apartment, I no longer had any concern about my mission. I practically assaulted Cathy, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her into the bedroom. I put my hand under her dress and moved it up the nylon-encased leg to the crotch of her panties. She was soaking wet!
"What's come over you?" Cathy asked innocently.
"Don't know," I replied honestly.
"I thought you wanted to talk to me."
"About what?" I replied, my mind in a haze.
"How should I know?" she said, "you asked me."
My hand was now busily massaging her clit, and to tell you the truth, I really couldn't remember a damned thing about asking her about anything. Cathy let out a low moan and kicked off her shoes. I couldn't wait for her to undress; I needed sex, and I needed it immediately. I pulled up the bottom of her dress, exposing her panties, nylons and garter belt. (You might be wondering about the ancient underwear I'm describing, but at the sex academy, women dressed for provocativeness, not for comfort)
I was practically drooling now. I pulled down my pants and my penis jumped out. Despite the fact that she had drugged me, Cathy couldn't believe the size of my organ.
"You can't put that thing in me, it's too big!"
"I'm going to fill you like you've never been filled before."
"You'll kill me."
"Maybe, baby, but what a way to go!"
I pulled down her panties and saw her gooey snatch. A moment later, I'd worked my cock inside her and was pumping away for all I was worth.
"Mmmmmm," Cathy moaned. "Ohhhhhh," I replied. "Do it to me!"
"I'm doing it, I'm doing it."
"Fuck me harder."
"Yes ... harder!"
I drove my rod in and around with all my power. The drug had given me a hard-on the size of which I'd never possessed. It was making Cathy go wild. She was kicking her legs and churning her ass. "That's it!" she suddenly screamed. "That's the spot!"
My cock was in so deep, it had struck the end of her cervix. Every part of Cathy's cunt was now filled with pleasure. I'd never felt a slit so wet. It seemed like she was in a state of constant orgasm.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'm coming!"
"Yes. Yes."
"My box is exploding."
"Go with it!"
I felt her cunt twitch, then all her muscles go slack. Then I felt an incredible amount of pressure building up in my cock. It was being set off by Cathy's twisting and turning. So sensitive was I due to the drug, that I could literally feel the semen moving up the shaft of my prick. Suddenly, I felt a sensation of pure eroticism sweep over me. Globs of cum spurted out of my cock. It leaped out like a geyser. And it didn't stop. It just continued to erupt.
* * *
Imagine the scene I had with my tutors. I had to meet them the next day, bright and early in the morning, to explain the success or failure of my mission.
Robert and Ellen sat across from me, waiting to hear how I had gotten the information from Cathy. Robert asked, "How'd it go? I imagine you had no difficulty getting Cathy to talk."
"Well..." I started.
"Problems?" Ellen asked.
"Ummm," I replied.
"Tell us what happened already," Masters said. "I'm afraid I failed."
"That's impossible," Ellen said incredulously.
"You're our best student," Robert Masters added.
"Was your best student."
My face flushed. I began to tell the story of what had happened to me the previous night. How the tutors must have been chuckling to themselves as they listened to my sad story!
Masters asked if I'd gotten Cathy to give me any information whatsoever.
"Not a drop, I'm afraid."
"This is serious," Masters said.
Then suddenly, the two tutors started laughing. They laughed until they fell off their chairs.
"Mind telling me what's so darned funny?" I asked.
"You," Ellen said behind a mask of tears. "What?"
"You were drugged," Masters said. "Cathy was instructed to give you a few drops of R-22."
"The sex drug."
"Right."
I felt even more embarrassed now for not knowing what had happened. After over more than a year of rigorous training, I hadn't been able to tell that I'd been drugged. "We did it to teach you a lesson," Masters explained. "When you're in deep space, you have to be constantly vigilant about your body. You've got to sense everything that's happening to you."
"I understand," I said.
"Go home and get some rest," Ellen said.
I speedily took their advice and returned to my apartment.
* * *
I told you that story to give you some idea about what the miners might have felt after the girls had given them the R-22.I could think of nothing else but tits, ass and pussy, and I had been getting plenty. The miners hadn't gotten laid in a month.
The four girls were giggling amongst themselves as they watched the looks of incredible lust come over the faces of the miners. "Damn, you girls look good!" one of them shouted out.
"Good enough to eat?" Lola said.
"Good enough to make a whole meal out of."
The girls stood up and took stock of the situation. There were ten men, which meant, of course, that there were ten cocks to take care of. Right now, those cocks were getting hard as drill bits on a uranium derrick.
"Bet you guys would like those dicks in our mouths."
"Bet your right."
The girls stripped off their clothes and made way for the men. They needed no preparation. When one of the girls unzipped a fly, a prick would fly right out. Lola took one in her mouth; Cathy took one in her mouth; Anne took one in her mouth, and Eloise took one in her mouth.
The other men did nothing but stare at the girls' bobbing heads going up and down on the erect pricks.
Lola was tonguing a miner's prick as if she were sucking on a huge lollipop. She threw all her energy into the blow-job. She licked and sucked and rammed the tip against the back of her throat.
Anne hummed as she sucked, setting up a vibration that drove the man crazy.
The other men started getting a terrific thrill out of watching all this action. Seeing their comrades getting blown was a hell of a lot better than watching reruns of Monday Night Football.
"That's it, Lola!"
"Suck him harder!"
"Make him come. Make him come!"
The men started shouting encouragements to the girls as if they were urging their favorite team to score. And like any good team, the girls responded to the cheers. They were slurping noisily over the monstrous cocks. Now they worked even harder. All of a sudden, there was a huge groan. Lola's miner was about to come, the other girls felt insulted. They were every bit as good as Lola, and they didn't want Lola's man spurting first. Anne, Eloise and Cathy redoubled their efforts and suddenly every one of the men being sucked off started to erupt.
"Great going girls, great going!" the spectators shouted out.
"Ohhh ... agghhh," the participants moaned.
The girls took down the jets of cum and wiped up the tips of the cocks with their underwear. The girls were fanatics for cleanliness, you must understand.
Almost without a pause, the girls moved to the spectators. They ripped down their zippers and jammed the rods into their mouths. The miners were so jacked up, it only took them thirty seconds to come.
"Hey, that's a new record," Lola said.
"Wonder what made them so horny," Eloise chimed in, winking at the other girls.
The two remaining miners were richly rewarded for their patience. They had the pleasure of being sucked off by two girls at the same time. It was at this time that I made my entrance into the lounge. Despite years of rigorous training, I always got a bit stimulated when I watched my ladies giving head. They always coiled up into such incredibly sexy positions when they were doing their job. Their asses stuck out and wiggled back and forth as they licked, and it made me want to bend down and do some sucking of my own.
In fact, the other miners seemed to be reading my mind. They crawled behind the four "sex servicers" and inserted their tumescent pricks inside the drooling snatches. It was an odd sight. Four girls sucking off four guys and four guys fucking those same girls. Still, I was pretty casual about all this. I'd seen enough sex in the System to last me a long time. I got myself a beer, settled down in a chair and watched.
The whole room was echoing with moans and groans. The other two miners had gotten in on the act by putting their cocks into the mouths of Anne and Eloise. These girls were of course more than willing and able to handle two cocks in two orifices at the same time. Soon, the whole place was filled with the sounds of men and women in the throes of orgasm.
Pussy juice ran, cocks spurted, semen filled the girls mouths and twats...
"Ohhhhh," someone moaned.
"Ahhhhh," someone else let out.
"Do it. Do it!"
I would have joined in, but I had a professional reputation to maintain, besides, I had come on much more important business. Unfortunately, we would have to leave Tychon immediately if we were to get on with our mission. The girls had already "serviced" plenty of the guys, and had only a few more to go, so no one would be really disappointed. The only question left is whether the girls would agree to make the dangerous mission to the outer planetoids. Although I myself was well aware of the dangers, the dangers to the girls was even greater. If I were captured by the Radons, I would probably be tortured, but nothing they could do to me would match what they might do to the women.
Right now, the four girls were blissfully unaware of their future, and looking at those perfectly-shaped bodies, I felt a shudder at what I was duty-bound to tell them.
CHAPTER SIX
My ladies didn't let me down. "You're damned right we're going with you," Anne said.
"If you think you're going to leave one of us behind, you've got another thing coming," Lola added.
"Are you aware of what the Radons have done to women."
"Who isn't?" Cathy said.
"You'll all be given cyanide pills, of course, but sometimes in the midst of a battle, you don't have time to swallow them before being captured."
"Stop lecturing us and let's get going."
I brought the four girls in to see Commander Bronson. Naturally, he was happy to learn that they had agreed to the dangerous mission and lost no time in giving us further instructions. "You shouldn't have much trouble as long as you stay with this planetoid zone, but once you head out beyond it, you can expect to find plenty of Radon patrols."
"Do we fight them if we pick up one of their ships on the scope?" Cathy asked.
"Absolutely not. The most important thing is for you to appear as if you're on a completely routine mission. In fact, I want you to make your next service stop."
"That'll delay us."
"You girls work fast," the commander said, a big grin spreading across his face.
"You've heard?" Eloise asked, also grinning.
"Certainly." The commander was just on the verge of availing himself of the girls' services, but as the fate of the solar system was hanging in the balance, he decided to wait until next time if there was a next time. "Good luck, ladies," the commander said, "I'm sure you'll make it through."
I spent the next couple of hours going over the new equipment with the girls. Since each of them was an accomplished mechanic and technician, they had no trouble figuring out the purpose of the equipment and how to use it.
Anne was intrigued with the laser torpedo gun. "Bet we could knock out a half-dozen of them with this."
"Remember," I said, "we're not supposed to fight unless we're attacked."
"We will be," Eloise said. "Those Radons are clever bastards. They love nothing better than to go after earth ships they think are defenseless."
"They're going to get one hell of a surprise," Anne grinned.
Lola hadn't said a word, and I knew why. Her parents had been killed several years before by a Radon attack. What she wanted most of all was revenge. Any mission that could damage a Radon was okay with her.
"Let's get ready to take off," I said.
The personnel on Tychon were not happy to learn we were leaving early, but the four girls promised they'd be back and make up for any time lost. The look in their eyes told the men that it was a promise they intended to keep.
Before leaving, the ladies performed a routine they'd been rehearsing for a few months. It was a song and dance show that came right out of burlesque (a quaint form of theatre involving plenty of sex, from the last century). At the conclusion of the act, the men cheered and we were able to leave with no ill feelings or suspicions.
* * *
We strapped ourselves into our compartments and prepared for lift-off. The entire process was actually accomplished by a computer, so I am slightly embarrassed to admit that all any of us had to do was press the start button. The computer not only started the engines, it plotted our course and sent out the code which allowed us to pass safely through the laser defenses.
In a few hours, we were in deep space, headed for one of the most dangerous sections of the solar system. I showed the girls the device which could construct a new code that would prevent the Radons from attacking us.
"Don't worry," Lola said. "They won't get anywhere near us."
I nodded my head, happy that I had these four beautiful women to share my burden with.
I looked out the sensi-glass window of the craft at the stars. Too bad, I thought, that there was war out here. It's all so beautiful. We had one planetoid to visit before we made the run to H AN-II. It was one of the newest mining camps and had been set up to mine selenium a metal used in solar energy equipment. The planetoid was commonly known as Lewis and Clark, after the two great American explorers. Even though it was close by stellar standards, it would still take us a few days to reach it, so we had plenty of time to let our minds wander.
* * *
I found myself going down to the equipment room. I began telling you before about some of the drugs that were available to us. Of course, there was R-22, which could make a corpse horny, and
SP-27, which ignited the fantasy life and a host of others, which I'll get to as we continue our journey, but what intrigued me more were the electronic erotic devices that the space sex academy had devised.
Two of the most practical were the electronic pussy pulsator and the laser fuck stick.
Both were simple concepts, but were essential on a long flight when no member of the opposite sex was around to quench one's needs.
I had first seen an electronic pussy pulsator at the Academy. It was a simple device and eminently practical. Ellen Searls had instructed me on its use. She pointed to a large box in the middle of the room. It was quite plain-looking, with a large hole in the middle.
"What am I supposed to do with that?" I asked Ellen, though I had my suspicions.
"Get to know and love it," Ellen said.
"Come on, you don't expect me to mess with that."
"I do and you will."
In the interests of science, I went through with the experiment and as with most things in the Academy, I wasn't disappointed. Ellen helped me to get in the mood by stripping off her clothes and rubbing her luscious tits over my cock. "What I'm doing," Ellen explained, "is simulating how you might feel in outer space when you haven't seen a pussy in a month."
"I'm getting the message," I said as Ellen continued moving those boobs over my hardening prick.
"You haven't seen a woman in a month," she continued hypnotically, "and all you can think about is cunt ... a warm, quivering cunt to stick this monster into.
"Oh God..."
Just to make sure I got the point, Ellen moved her lips down to my organ and started caressing it with her tongue. Every time I was about to come, she withdrew her mouth, leaving me high and dry. "Please, please," I begged.
"You're in space, remember?"
"Oh yeah, sure."
If my cock got any bigger, I'm sure it would have lifted me up and taken me to the second floor of the Academy. I looked down at Ellen's wondrous body. Her head was working up and down and all I could think about was coming. Just when I thought I was going to go out of my mind, Ellen brought over the electronic pussy pulsator.
I could see what she meant about the compromises a man might have to make on a long space voyage. After her erotic massage, I no longer viewed the box with disdain. It was welcome release.
"Just stick it right in," Ellen said.
I placed my prick inside the device, but felt nothing. Ellen adjusted it and instantly I felt a magical sensation. Tiny beams were pulsating against my cock, making it feel as if I was being fucked by a sackful of quivering feathers.
"Incredible ... fantastic!" I screamed.
"Thought you'd like it."
"Damned useful on a long flight."
"Better than useful ... necessary."
The pulsations of the device were driving me crazy. Ellen adjusted the dials and pulsations ran up and down my shaft. She adjusted another dial and the warmth of the sensations increased. Pressing another button had the effect of causing tiny blasts of hot air to massage my prick.
"Is there anything this device can't do?" I asked.
"It can't sing."
"Surprised to hear that."
And I was, too. Ellen was now playing with the keyboard control switches like a piano, and she was making my dick move accordingly. The electronic pulses went through the outer layer of my skin so that I was stimulated in the very core of my sex organs.
"You're going to come now, Captain," Ellen said matter-of-factly. She hit a red switch and I heard a high frequency noise. The pulsating had increased ten-fold. I couldn't figure out whether my dick was going to fall off; I was going to come or pass out from the pleasure. "Agggghhhh!" I cried out.
"That's it ... let it get to you."
Let it? Do you think I had a choice in the matter? An orgasm seemed to be welling up in every part of my body. My eyes started rolling around in their sockets. "I'm coming ... Lord, am I coming!"
I could feel the warm juice moving up my shaft, pausing a second at the tip/then spurting out into the box's sperm collector. The pulsations were making my whole insides churn, and no force in the galaxy could have stopped the orgasmic spasms of my dick.
Finally, I lay back in the leather chair, spent and exhausted. Ellen was pleased by my performance. She took note of the huge amount of goo in the sperm collection box and nodded her head. "A few more like you and we could keep the sperm banks filled for a year."
"More than happy to add to their supply," I said.;
Ellen paused for a moment, then informed me that that was only part one in my education on Galactic Space Devices.
"You mean there's more?" I asked.
"Pretty selfish, aren't you?" she replied. "Women have to have their pleasure, also."
It was then that I got my first lesson in the electronic fuck stick. Basically, the electronic fuck stick looks like a vibrator, but the fuck stick is to a vibrator what a solar spacecraft is to a Model T Ford.
"Watching you made me awful horny," Ellen said.
"Want me to do something about it?" I asked.
"We're in deep space, remember?" she said. "No one of the opposite sex is around."
"I keep forgetting." Indeed, it was difficult to forget while looking at Ellen. She had large, pendulous boobs and a provocative pear-shaped ass, which jiggled as she moved. Her pussy was dripping wet from watching my royal fucking with the pussy pulsator.
"I need a cock ... I need an immense cock to push into my cunt."
Of course, I was more than willing to oblige her myself, but it was necessary to continue the game. Ellen walked over to the electronic fuck stick. It consisted of a box on which a control console was located (which looked much like the control panel of the pussy pulsator) a long flexible metal arm and finally, at the end, a long phallic-looking tube.
Ellen lay down on a divan and plugged the tube into her slit. Just the sight of her moving that tube inside her made my dick spring to life. I started wishing that that tube was my dick.
"Want to fuck me?" Ellen asked.
"Are you kidding?"
"Certainly not." She paused a moment. "What you've got to do is go over to the console and start playing with the controls. Pretend you're fucking me by adjusting the speed, intensity and thickness of the tube."
It sounded like a pretty weird idea, but after all, this was the Galactic Sex Academy, and it was my job to learn everything I could about eroticism. I also remembered my own horny feelings before I'd had the blessed release. Being in outer space without a sex partner can really make you crawl the walls.
Besides, the idea of a mechanical cunt intrigued me. I went over to the control box and sat down. In front of me was a display of buttons. At the end of the panel was a red button labeled "orgasmic spurt." It looked like the button you press to launch laser missiles.
I pressed the first green button and saw the tube start to move slowly in and out of Ellen's cunt. She started to respond to it as if it were a live cock. She shut her eyes and placed her hands on her breasts. She spun these around and pressed down hard on her nipples. They erected almost immediately.
I turned a dial next to the green button and the tube started pistoning faster. Ellen responded in turn, rotating her hips in response to the stimulus. This was going to be more fun than I had thought.
"Harder, harder ... fuck me harder!" Ellen cried out. Was she talking to me or to the machine? Who the hell knew ... who the hell cared?
I accommodated Ellen's wish. I turned up the green knob until it read "seven." The highest position was ten. Now Ellen was really going at it. Her pussy was like a swamp moist and dripping. She was rocking back and forth in time with the electronic cock moaning.
"Ohhhhh ... that's it ... that's it."
The machine said nothing.
I examined the other controls. It became my goal to really drive the sex teacher crazy. If I wasn't going to get any snatch, at least someone should enjoy herself. I pushed up the "hardness" button, then the "expansion" button. The electronic prick started to widen. In fact, I couldn't believe how large the thing had gotten. It was stretching apart Ellen's vaginal lips and I was afraid for a moment that I'd gone too far.
But such wasn't the case.
Ellen loved the new size and feel of the dildo. She was bucking now like a wild horse, obviously loving every minute of the mechanical lay.
The dildo was covered with Ellen's ample secretions. I knew now there was only one thing to do turn the dials to "maximum." I turned the switches to read "ten."
"Agggghhhhh!" she screamed. Then she moaned, twisted her head and rolled her eyes. "That's the spot ... perfect ... perfect!"
I've always prided myself on my size and endurance, but I realized right then and there that I was no match for this machine. Did I feel a pang of jealousy or envy? I'd heard the all too familiar expression that "anyone can be replaced by a machine," but this was going too far. My revere was broken by Ellen's scream, "Give me the juice ... let it explode!"
I looked at the red button on the end of the panel. Then I looked at Ellen, now totally immersed in the fucking. She looked as if she were on another planet altogether.
"All right, baby, you're gonna get it," I said.
I pushed the red button and all at once, I heard a high-pitched noise that I thought was going to blow my ears off. The electronic cock was sending out high-pitched vibrations all through Ellen's cunt. Her cum was sliding down the divan and onto the floor.
"Ohhhhhh ... yes ... yes!"
Ellen now prepared herself for the jolt she knew was coming. The sonic dildo started shooting out artificial cock-spunk. It flooded Ellen's insides and made her cry out in ecstasy. Her honey pot was now awash.
I realized that Ellen was more than satisfied and I turned off the machine. The young woman lay down on the divan and collected herself for a moment. Then she told me she wanted to see me in her office!
* * *
"You understand now the advantages of electronic fucking."
"Yes," I said.
"Keeps you satisfied on a long trip."
"But what's that to do with us? We're supposed to provide live pleasures."
"Incorrect," Ellen said. "You're job is to keep the men and women in isolated space regions happy."
"Go on," I urged.
"Sometimes your girls might be sick, or sometimes you might not be able to service anyone. At those times, the machines come in handy."
I suppose Ellen was right. I resented the veiled implication that they were more reliable than real human beings, but let's face it; machines don't pick fights, break appointments or get headaches.
So, learning to cope with electronic fucking became just one more part of my job. Sometimes I'd come onto a planetoid and have to service the equipment; other times, I installed it. Sometimes, when another ship hooked up with ours and was on a tight schedule, I'd send some people down to the equipment room instead of having the girls or me take care of everyone.
* * *
As I was sitting in the Lust's equipment room (and believe me, there's a lot more to describe), Cathy entered.
"Something's funny," she said.
"What?"
"We haven't been able to raise Lewis and Clark on the radio."
"Did you try the emergency frequencies?"
"Yes ... no response."
"I'd better take a look."
I ran up to the flight deck and saw Anne at the radio, trying to make contact with the planetoid that was next on our route. All I heard were intermittent bursts of static.
"How long have you been trying?"
"A couple of hours."
"Think we're getting jammed?"
"No. There's no interference ... just silence."
The word "silence" had an ominous ring to it. I exchanged glances with the girls and the look on our faces all reflected the same fear the Radons have attacked.
If they had, our mission was even more important. It meant they had already put their ability to crack code defenses into effect. It also meant that we'd really have to scramble to reach H AN-II before disaster overtook it and the rest of the outer planetoids.
"No need to jump to conclusions," I said, though not altogether convinced that I hadn't myself. "We need to assess the situation."
"Our ETA is four hours," Anne said. "Do you want to continue on course?"
"Yes," I replied immediately.
"Scanners don't show any vessels in the vicinity," Lola said.
"Good."
The girls went to work plotting our final course and monitoring for any alien activity while I hit the radio to try to get more information. It's hard to get word immediately because of all the interference in space, and today was no exception. All I got for my efforts to reach a Galactic base was silence.
None of us wanted to think what Lewis and Clark might look like if the Radons had launched an attack. They were a brutal people, and the consequences of a raid were horrendous to consider. I felt in my pocket. At least I had the new coding device. There was no doubting the importance of our mission now.
Nearly four hours later, we were preparing for a landing. We still got no answer to our radio transmissions and our mood was low. The planetoid now loomed large on our scope. I could make out the numerous craters and mountains, but we were still too far away to see if the domed capital city was still intact.
"Lewis and Clark, do you read?" Eloise spoke into the microphone. There was no response.
"Damn," I said.
As the ship got closer, we were able to use our magnifying scope, and soon had locked coordinates with the central city. For a second, all we could see was a fuzzy blur then the sight we'd never forget. The dome was destroyed. The plastic shield had obviously been destroyed by laser rockets. The sides were cracked and a gaping hole was visible in the middle.
"Oh God!" everyone cried out in unison.
It didn't look good.
We decided not to take any chances. We signalled the defense coordinates into the computer, which automatically relayed them to a corresponding computer on Lewis and Clark if there still was a computer on Lewis and Clark.
Our ship moved slowly toward the landing pad. What we saw gave us little reason to hope. The dome was completely destroyed, and the monitoring gauges indicated that there was no air inside the city. This meant, of course, that all the environment controls had been wrecked. Even to look around, we would have to wear space suits. It was something none of us had done in a long time.
We were getting closer to our destination. Our ship was a mile above the city. Suddenly, the ruin all around became evident. The huge landing shed was in splinters. Mining equipment was in ruin. Descending further, our view became better and our spirits lower. Total destruction seemed to have taken place. There was not a building left standing. Ruin was everywhere.
Obviously, a huge battle had raged, for we saw the wreckage of Radon ships littering the landscape.
"Radiation level's at maximum," Cathy said. "Must have used neutron weapons," I said. We were all bracing ourselves for the worst.
Several hundred feet above the surface of the planet, we saw bodies. They were grotesque shapes, some horribly mutilated. Some men had obviously died from lack of oxygen; others had died slowly and painfully from the radiation.
"Over there ... over there!" Lola shouted, pointing to the right of the screen.
"What is it?" Anne cried.
"I thought I saw something moving."
We zeroed in on the area, but could make out no signs of life. "Check life monitor scanners," I said.
"Nothing, sir," Eloise said.
I looked again at the screen. Usually, I put total faith in the scanners, but the ability the Radons had developed to fool our computers had me worried.
"Okay, get ready for landing."
We set the computer for the landing route and strapped ourselves into our bunks. A few minutes later, the Lust had settled down on the planetoid and we made for our space suits.
"Now I want everyone to be careful," I said. "And everyone keep your rocket guns on ready'. "
We got out of the craft and started searching for survivors. It was not an easy task. We were all sickened by the decaying human bodies which lay twisted all about us. I turned one of them over. The flesh was burnt off. All that remained were black char marks up and down the torso. I felt like throwing up, but held back my disgust.
As we moved further along the rubble, I thought I saw something moving. I removed my rocket blaster and moved in the direction of the movement. As I turned a corner, I thought I caught another glimpse of a moving shape.
I looked toward the girls. "See anything?" I asked.
"No," was the unanimous reply.
I still wasn't so sure. I took off in pursuit of the shadowy figure, my blaster at the ready. In doing so, I momentarily lost sight of my four companions. Suddenly, I heard the roar of rocket fire and saw the flash of laser guns.
I turned to where the girls had been and saw more explosions. "Anne? Cathy? Lola? Eloise?" I cried desperately into my microphone. There was no answer.
Then several forms rushed toward me. They were Radons! There was no mistaking them. Although they looked human, they were larger and much bulkier. Their heavy beards made them look something like a cross between man and ape.
I wasted no time, ducking behind a building and letting loose with a load from my rocket blaster. The Radons were obliterated almost immediately. I had to find out where the girls were.
I ran to the square where we'd previously gathered and saw nothing. Then I saw the four girls in the arms of the Radons. They obviously had been knocked unconscious. I quickly tried to formulate a plan. Attack was out of the question. The girls would be killed along with the Radons. My best move, I realized quickly, was to follow them and hope that sometime in the near future the Radon's would slip up and I'd be able to overpower them and get the girls to safety. I followed the war party from a safe distance until they came to a large shed. It was one of the few buildings which had survived the raid. I learned later what had happened inside.
The Radons carried the four beautiful sex servicers into the shed. It was now an interrogation base for the Radons, and they intended to find out what the girls were doing. They decided to forego their usual barbaric techniques, because they wanted to keep these magnificent female specimens intact at least until they got what they wanted.
The air inside the shed was safe to breathe. The Radons removed the suits the girls were wearing and set them down on four long tables. Each woman was dressed in a tight-fitting jumpsuit, and if it's possible for a Radon to get sexually excited, these girls would have been able to do it.
The beasts stripped the clothes from the girls and heaped them on the floor. Those luscious female bodies were revealed in the raw. While the ladies were still unconscious, their legs were spread apart and they were strapped onto the tables. Their cunts were now at the mercy of the invaders.
The leader of the group went up to Eloise. His huge tongue started slurping over her boobs, then worked its way down to her pubic area. One thing you have to say about Radons their huge tongues give them certain advantages over humans.
The other members of the group also decided to take advantage of the vulnerable females. And what a sight they were. Arms locked at their sides, tits sticking straight up, legs wide apart. If I hadn't been set to kill them, I might have envied the Radon's their pleasure.
The leader of the group was now moving his tongue along Eloise's cunt lips. He was taking great pleasure in debasing the female flesh. He examined each part of her twat as if he were a doctor. What particularly interested him was her clitoris. He rubbed the tiny bud with his hairy fingers. Then he put his mouth on it and started sucking away on it.
The other Radons were doing exactly the same thing. They were intrigued to have female captives and decided to make the best of the situation.
I had now completely circled the shed to plan my next move. The shed had only one door, but five windows. They might be helpful in making an escape. I also surveyed the rest of the area and could find no race of more Radons. I suspected that this group had been left behind to "mop up" and that they were just about to leave when they'd spotted the women.
I was concerned that they might have an intelligence officer with them. If that's what the leader was, and I suspected as much, the girls would be in for trouble.
As the Radons continued their sexual advances, the girls started to regain consciousness. Unfortunately, they were helpless in their bonds to take any action against the invaders.
Since their mouths were gagged, they couldn't even make a sound of protest.
Lola, in particular, tried to move. She felt the huge tongue lapping away at her cunt and tried to keep it from penetrating any deeper. But she was in no position to do so. The tongue of the Radon pressed past her cunt lips to suck up the honey that clung to her vaginal canal.
There was a method in all of this. The girls tried to resist by not getting wet, but the salivation from the Radons' mouths was now making the pussies dripping wet.
The women were obviously moaning not in pleasure but in disgust.
I tried to think of something I could do to help them, but I was completely powerless. I was more horrified by what I saw next. I've already told you that the Radons had the capability of turning women into mindless sex animals and I was about to witness the first step on this road.
The leader of the group, seeing that Eloise had gained consciousness, moved to his supply kit and took out a tube of jelly. To my surprise, he took off Eloise's gag.
"Keep away from me, you pig!" she cried.
The Radon paused for a moment, taking in the lovely flesh which lay helpless in front of him, then said in perfect English, "You are going to beg me to fuck you."
I knew then that the leader was an intelligence officer and that I'd have to make a move to preserve our mission.
"You're crazy," Eloise said.
"Am I?" the Radon asked.
He squeezed the tube of jelly and started rubbing it on Eloise's massive breasts. Despite, herself, her nipples immediately hardened.
"Stop it!" she pleaded. "Please stop!"
The alien laughed and continued rubbing the jelly on those lovely tits.
"What do you want?" Eloise asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"I want you to beg me to fuck you."
"Never."
The Radon laughed and slowly moved his hand toward Eloise's cunt.
The other girls stared in horror as the Radon continued his movements. But the more they struggled against their bonds, the tighter they were held. The alien leader's fingers now rubbed against the moist slit. Eloise's eyes started rolling around in her head. She felt a burning sensation spreading around her boobs and down between her legs.
"Don't!" she cried weakly.
The Radon took out another glob of the jelly and covered her snatch with it. Eloise was now completely torn. She felt her mind swimming, felt as if another force was invading her body and taking control of her entire being.
Suddenly, her cunt was on fire, and she knew that the only thing that could put out the flames was a cock a monstrously large cock that would fuck her as she'd never been fucked before. The alien grabbed the pussy flesh and massaged the jelly deeper into it.
Eloise was hypnotized. She was finding it harder and harder to resist. Suddenly, she started speaking some words. At first, it didn't seem as if she herself was really speaking them.
"Put your cock in me," she said softly.
"Speak up, I can't hear you."
"Stick it in me."
"What?" the Radon asked.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Eloise screamed as if she were some animal.
"Beg me to fuck you."
Eloise didn't hesitate a second. "Please fuck me. Please put that enormous dork up my twat. Fuck me and don't stop. Fuck me until I can't stand it anymore."
The Radon smiled sadistically. "Oh yes, I'm going to fuck you." He unzipped his fly and exposed the largest prick Eloise had ever seen. He placed it on the edge of her crack and started working it inside. Eloise moaned with pleasure.
"Feels good?" the Radon asked.
"Oh yes," Eloise answered.
"You want it all the way inside?"
"Yes. As far as it can go."
I watched and couldn't believe my eyes just how far that dick was going into Eloise's drooling pussy. If it went in any deeper, I'm sure it would have come out her mouth.
The Radon was a master of technique. He wiggled his hips and ground them against the helpless woman to further stimulate her. Helpless though she was, she found her cunt muscles actually helping him. Yes, she wanted this prick, she wanted this fucking and she was enjoying it.
The alien cock pistoned in and out, filling every inch of Eloise's twat. I could see the look of sadistic pleasure on the Radon's face. He would pay for this barbaric act, I'd see to that.
I remembered my lesson in the sex academy when I'd been drugged. I know how easy it was for any human being to be brought under control by a powerful drug. What was happening was not Eloise's fault, and I hope each reader will remember that!
How tempted I was to rush into the shed when I saw what was going to happen next. The other aliens were taking tubes of the sex jelly and rubbing them on the bodies of the other girls. To increase their pleasure, they'd removed the gags and I could see the screams of protestations coming from the lips of the girls.
It must be even worse for them that it had been for Eloise, because deep down, these girls must have realized that they would soon be helpless, sex-crazed zombies who would willingly submit to anything the Radons asked.
"Get your hands off me!" Lola screamed.
"Beast ... pig!" Cathy spat out.
The Radons laughed. They rubbed the jelly across those great tits and massaged it in.
By this time, Eloise had lost all control. She was smacking her lips and trying to arch her back to further accommodate the pounding rod. She felt her whole mind and body begging for release. Suddenly, she felt the prick of the Radon start to quiver. Then her own pussy started to respond.
"EEEEEEEE!" she screamed.
The Radon started to ejaculate and globs of sperm spurted from his dick. He pulled it from Eloise's snatch and squirted it at her pussy mound. Droplets of cum fell on the floor. Eloise felt herself carried away by her orgasm. It seemed to take hold of every part of her body tits, ass, legs, mouth all exploding with sensation.
The other Radons had started massaging the jelly into the sopping cunts of the other girls.
The turn-around took place quickly. "Fuck me ... fuck me!" Cathy cried out, turning her head from side to side.
"Let me take it in my mouth," Anne begged.
Even Lola was completely gone now. "I'll do anything you want, only fuck me!" she screamed.
I stood in shock as I watched the three Radons fucking the shit out of my girls. I was disgusted as I'd never been before as the defilement continued.
Anne was sucking a huge cock. It was difficult to watch. She was slurping and sucking on the Radon prick.
Cries filled the room. Cries of erotic delight ... moans of pleasure and, finally, the grunts of orgasmic release.
* * *
The girls were disgusted with themselves when their regained their senses. The Radons were smirking at them, making them feel even worse. Their was no mistaking the signs of the orgy. Their mouths and slits were covered with gooey slime. Much of it had now caked over their bodies, but in their helpless positions, there was no way they could clean themselves.
"You're animals!" Lola screamed.
"And you're sluts," the alien leader called out.
"Let us go!" Cathy demanded.
The alien laughed. "I'll let you go after I find out what you're doing here."
"We're service officers," Eloise said.
"Really," the intelligence Radon stated. "Then how come when we examined your craft, we found it contained nuclear blasters, and how come you're carrying rocket guns?"
"It's pretty dangerous around this part of the solar system, or haven't you seen that yet?" Lola let out sarcastically, the hate blazing in her eyes.
The alien approached her and slapped her across the face. "I'll find out what I have to in no time at all."
Lola responded to his threat by spitting at him. A gob of spittle struck the Radon right on the lips. The alien just smiled. "You'll pay dearly for that," he said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I had to calculate my next moves quickly. There was no use kidding myself. The Radons would make the girls talk. They'd already proven what they were capable of.
The problem was finding the right time. I didn't like the idea of having to sacrifice a member of my own crew, but if it meant saving thousands of lives, it had to be done.
The Radon leader stared at Lola. He walked beside her and started pulling on the roots of her raven-black hair. "You want it rough, you'll get it rough," he said.
He glanced toward a door that led into a small room. I had no idea what was in those chambers but I had a pretty good notion it wasn't an amusement park ride.
The Radon untied Lola and the young woman tried to fight him furiously. She scratched and clawed, kicked her feet and tried to take a bite out of his skin. But it was like watching a tiny fish struggling against a shark. The Radon's massive arms seized hold of Lola and carried her towards the door. The other aliens simply smiled at this struggle. The girls shouted encouragement.
"Tear his eyes out."
"Rip out his guts."
You can see for yourself that they were not always the genteel ladies they appeared to be.
The Radon turned to the bound and helpless females. "Your turns will come pretty soon." He dragged Lola towards the door, opened it, then took her inside. The other Radons relaxed and moved to a corner of the room. This gave me the chance I needed. I stood up by the window to indicate my presence to the girls. They acted in a superbly trained manner acknowledging my presence, preparing themselves, but giving no indication to the aliens.
I set my auxiliary laser gun on "silent kill" and set myself. The first step was to blow the lock off the door. I accomplished this by creating enough heat on the frame to cause the metal to melt. I knew now that I could open it without making a sound.
The Radon leader had locked the door of the chamber behind him and was confronting Lola.
"Despite what you foolish earthlings think, we don't enjoy torture."
"Bullshit," Lola said.
She looked around the chamber and saw equipment that made her stomach churn. They were the kind of devices used by dictators in the previous century before the Galactic Services had taken control of all the governments on earth and made it a whole political unit. "You murdered my mother and father. I saw what they looked like after you got through with them."
The alien smiled. "Sometimes we make mistakes. Perhaps your parents were one of them."
Lola sneered. She didn't wish to dignify this comment with a response.
The alien opened a box containing a set of syringes. "In any case," the Radon said, "we do not need to torture anyone. You will tell us what we need to know without any such meddling."
The Radon leader grabbed Lola's hands and tied them behind her back. He roughly sat her down in a metal chair and tied her legs to it. He reached for a syringe and adjusted the amount he was going to shoot in.
I was now ready. I pulled open the door of the shed and in one swift movement dodged in, knelt on the floor and fired. The first Radon never knew what hit him. The beam caught him in the stomach and his middle evaporated. The other two saw what was happening and grabbed for their weapons.
The second Radon never had a chance. I aimed the beam at his head and his skull burst open like a balloon under an elephant's foot. The third Radon got off a shot at me. I was too quick for him though. I rolled over and watched the beam strike the metal wall behind me. Sparks flew off it and I was gald that wall wasn't my body.
I got off the next blast and my aim was truer than his. He screamed out as he fell which had the unfortunate result to alert the intelligence leader inside.
The Radon put down his syringe and opened the door a crack. I took aim at him but the door was already closed. Suddenly I heard a deafening alarm ring out. Christ, I thought, just what we need. I made my way to the bound girls and untied them. They quickly scrambled for their weapons and clothes.
The Radon leader again opened the door and let off a shot. This time I was too fast for him. My laser gun struck him in the throat. He choked for a few seconds, then fell to the floor. I looked out the window of the shed and saw that I'd miscalculated. This was not the only group of Radons left on the planetoid. There were plenty of others and they were all heading toward us.
The girls were dressed and combat ready by now. They looked like avenging angels. Their tight, clingy jumpsuits hugged their fabulous frames. Their tits stuck out like torpedoes. They wanted blood and they were going to get it.
I untied Lola and handed her her clothes. I hated to see her cover up that terrific body, but you walk naked on a planetoid with no atmosphere. The other three girls had already sprung into action. Two attacking Radons lay dead near the door and the third was torn limb from limb by a laser blast.
A fourth Radon was unluckier. He had the misfortune to make it into the shed alive. Anne jumped him and gave him a karate chop to the neck. Eloise kicked him in the groin, while Cathy clawed at his face.
I ran forward with my laser pointed at his head. You'll probably find this hard to believe, but I think he was happy to see me.
"How many others are there?" I asked.
The Radon didn't answer. Eloise again kicked him in the groin. "I think you better tell me everything you know or I'm going to leave you here alone with these women."
The Radon blurted out that there were about twenty others and that these were blocking the way back to the ship. I set my gun on stun and let him have it. After the alien had crumbled on the floor, Lola sneered down at him. "Boy I'd like to give that son-of-a-bitch a taste of his own medicine."
"You'll get your revenge later. We've got a mission to perform."
The five of us placed on our spacesuits and headed back to the ship. We didn't have much trouble with the first opposition. With the advantage of our "rocket guns" we could blow apart the city if we wanted to.
The final several hundred yards to the ship proved tough going. There were ten Radons waiting for us. They fired as soon as they saw us and we saw huge chunks of rock explode near where we were standing. The five of us fired back, leveling the area where the Radon's were spread out.
There was no return fire.
We ran as fast as we could toward our craft. It wasn't easy to go fast because of the lightened gravity. If we tried to go too fast there was danger of breaking a bone.
We were exceedingly grateful to make it into our ship and close the hatch behind. We wasted no time in making ready for lift off. Out the window I saw an ominous sight. A group of Radons were preparing to launch a rocket laser at our ship. I had to act instantly. I took control of a blaster designed to fight off attacking space craft and aimed it at the Radon crew.
The whole area around them burst into flames and the aliens were burnt alive.
Seconds later I felt the nuclear rockets of our ship spring to life and quickly sat down on my bunk. The ship pulled off and was guided by the computer flight planner towards the hole in the dome. I saw the planet's surface fade from view and in a few minutes the scope showed the beauty of deep space.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In some ways our problems were only beginning. I was sure we'd left some Radons behind and that they would probably contact interceptor ships. We also had to consider the problem of time. The Lust still had to keep up the act of being a service ship, but we also had to think about the possibility that the Radons were going to attack the outer planetoids sooner than we expected.
I told the girls to set our course for HAN II. We could afford no more delays. I suddenly realized how tired I was. The ordeal of the flight had left me wasted. The girls were just as tired as I was. The rape had left them beaten and depressed, but the retaliatory flight had fortunately brought up their sprits and confidence.
I also found myself in an unusual position. I was horny and there was no outlet for my needs. The girls needed rest and we were five days from our destination. I decided the best solution was to summon up a hologram.
I told you before about some of the devices in the equipment room. But I never got around to telling you the most ex citing one of them all. First let me explain what a hologram is. Quite simply, its a three dimensional light picture. In the first part of the 21st century a team of enterprising scientists had discovered a way to combine the holographic representations with a sensor that attached to key sections of the body. What this meant was that you could summon up an image that was recorded into the machine's memory banks and perform any sexual act you wished with it.
This was a boon to practically anyone who'd ever allowed a bizarre sex thought to cross his or her mind but never wanted to act it out in reality. Thousands of gays bought the machine to summon up macho models or sumptuously dressed queens. Masochists could dial up either man or woman in head-to-toe leather gear. Sadists could whip and torture to their hearts content and not actually hurt a soul. Imagine how well that machine sold.
The sex hologram transmitter aboard the Lust was the finest ever designed. It boasted the largest library of the system. The history of acquiring this library was something like the history of the movies. At the birth of that medium, "important actors and actresses" refused to take part except when they were kept absolutely anonymous. But as the infant medium grew, and huge sums of money became involved, actors of the highest caliber begged to be given work.
So it went with the sex holograms. When the machines were first made available for use, they relied mostly on prostitutes and nude models who lent their bodies for use in the bank. The break through came with Carol McPhee, a sex symbol and star who one day found herself bankrupt after a series of bad investments.
Carol agreed to "Lease out" her body to the hologram distributors for a percentage of every dollar they took in. Within six months she had enough money to buy the studios which were giving her trouble.
The bandwagon started quickly thereafter. A whole industry sprung up which recruited new faces and figures into the library. Getting into the library was really a simple matter. A girl or guy auditioned for a part much the same way he or she tried out for a movie. If accepted, they were called upon to perform a series of sexual acts, all of which were filmed in a three-dimensional light process. Once this was accomplished, the actor or actress obtained a royalty anytime someone "used" them for sexual purposes.
The process had grown more elaborate through the years. In the first models, you were pretty much limited to a very simple scene. You'd plug yourself into the sensory unit and a few seconds later the woman you'd dialed up would appear in front of you. She'd smile at you, strip off her clothes and in a minute you'd be fucking.
Now things were different. Oh, you could still get a simple lay or a quick blow-job, but it was much more exciting to plug into a complete show. For instance, you could be a cowboy in a town in the old west. There in front of you lay Main Street and off to your right was the infamous Kit Kat Bar, known to have the most beautiful women in all the territories.
You enter the bar and look around. Quickly you're surrounded by scarlet ladies in fine silk dresses. They move around you stroking your hair and examining your pearl handled colt .45.
"Hey mister, want to have some fun?" a luscious brunette asks you.
You're as cool as you can be. You're used to having beautiful women chase you. In fact-you're a bit run down now by the long ride into town and you're not even sure you wish to avail yourself of the services being offered. "Another time maybe," you say.
But the brunette can't take no for an answer. She sits down on an old wooden chair, spreading apart her legs and lifting her skirt. "You come with me and you won't be sorry," she says, tears in her eyes.
What can you say? Are you really going to pass up this opportunity? You study the woman more carefully. Her lips are rouged, her eyelids darkened. She has a smoldering sensuality which causes something deep inside you to stir. You've been out on the trail for days, and the only companionship you've had has been a few prairie dogs.
The woman licks her lips and waits for your answer. Finally you say," I'll come with you honey, but I'd like a bath first." The woman smiles and runs her tongue around her lips. Something about her looks familiar ... yes ... you've definitely seen her before. Was it in Durango or Mexicali? No. That wasn't it but you'd think of it in a little while.
She leads you up to a room with a bath. Your clothes are caked with dust. The woman helps you take them off and hangs them neatly on a hanger. She draws a bath for you. Hot water swirls into an oversized tub. You feel so dirty you think that some critters have taken permanent residence in the caked mud. The scarlet lady tests the water with her fingers. It's just right. Before you get in the tub there's only one thing left to do. Your host must remove her clothes to prevent them from getting wet. Her hands reach around back to unbutton the dress. She wriggles slightly to get the tight garment off her frame.
You see layers and layers of colorful slinky slips. She peels these off revealing more and more of that delicate pink skin. Now you know why you agreed to come up here with her. Your breath is getting short as you watch the layers of clothes disappear. She too is getting aroused. You watch her large bosoms heaving against the fabric of her clothes. You remember just how long its been since you've seen and tasted naked female flesh.
"How's it looking to you," she says.
"Mighty fine miss. Mighty fine."
"Good."
She continues to strip and your dick starts to rise. Now she has on just a pair of silky leggings held up by red garters, satin panties and a cotton bra. She removes the bra and her majestic breasts tumble forward. You nearly lose your breath at the sight of them. They're huge, bigger than you could have told by seeing her dressed. Her nipples are immense, the aureoles bigger than a pair of silver dollars.
She takes off her stockings one by one. She stretches out her foot and softly caresses your groin with her toes. You haven't felt so good since you shot Bad Cartwright Dick on the streets of Tombstone. The lady removes her other stocking, leaving her with only a pair of panties. You gulp as she runs her hands along the elastic band that holds them up. She pulls them down but turns around before you can get a look of cunt. Your confronted with a half-bared ass leaning toward you. In another second it's fully bared.
The shady lady straightens up and you get a full front look at her nakedness, from red manicured toe nails to the long hair which hangs down her back.
"Time for your bath now," she says, rubbing her body up against you.
She takes your hand and leads you to the tub. You climb in, then settle down in the warm water. It quickly turns brown from the dirt which cascades off your skin. The lady of ill repute takes a bar of soap from the sink and starts rubbing her hands on your body. Her fingers are like magic, squeezing and massaging. You shut your eyes and let the sensuality sweep across you.
"Feels good," you find yourself moaning. "Might really enjoy this."
The woman's hand slides down to your cock. She takes hold of it with the dexterity that the gun fighter uses to handle his pistols. And she's careful to see that you don't fire too soon. Using the soapy water as a lubricant, she slides her hands up and down the shaft. You're starting to feel a little dizzy. You're cock is sticking up straight out of the water. The harlot strokes it harder and you can feel the spunk churning in your balls.
She leans over you so that her breasts are hanging in front of your face. You can do nothing else than seize one of those huge tits with your mouth. You start sucking and licking while the woman is going at your cock. Abruptly, she pulls away from you. She touches your skin and tells you it looks clean but that she can make it even cleaner.
She's staring directly at your dick as she says these words. In a few seconds you find out how she's going to make you even cleaner. She licks her lips then plummets straight down. Her mouth closes around your member and soon she's pumping up and down. "AHHHHHHHHHH," you say. "Suck me good baby."
It's been a long time and before you can say Hi-Yo Silver you're dick is spurting out streams of cum. The shady lady doesn't want you getting dirty again so she takes it all down her throat, swallowing it greedily.
You lean back for a moment, as she wipes up, now feeling totally relaxed. But it doesn't last long. She pulls you out of the tub, towards her four poster. She lies down on it while you watch eagerly. She draws up her legs and parts them invitingly. You're beginning to get the idea. She takes her fingers and runs them around her pussy lips, then inserts one inside. She's getting ready for you, stimulating herself. Droplets of fluid flow from her crack.
You look down and are surprised to see how hard your organ has gotten. You dive into the bed, landing right on top of the dancing girl. She groans under the weight and sighs as you direct your cock into her honied cavern.
You're pumping away on your mount, going hell bent for leather. And your mount is responding taking off at full gallop. Once again you feel that familiar surge. The finish line is in sight and you're going full tilt.
"Ohhhhhhh," you cry.
"Ahhhhhhhh," you hear.
"I'm coming," you scream.
"So am I," your partner answers.
You cross the finish line completely exhausted. You collapse and roll over. A moment later, you're asleep.
I awoke a few hours later. The western saloon girl tape was lying by my side. I knew where I'd seen that face before. It was on a re-run of an old television show. How much better to fuck that starlet in her saloon clothes, then watching her in a cop show.
I guess that gives you a pretty good idea of the capabilities of the hologram transmitter. I thought about plugging in the "harem girl" sequence before I checked to see how the girls were doing. This one always gave me a kick. The casette was rewound and ready to go. I plugged it onto the playback deck. I lay down on my bunk and placed the viewing lens over my head and the sensory plate over my groin. Then I hit the start switch.
The lights of the room went dark and I suddenly found myself in a harem. I was dressed in silk clothes and surrounded by dancing girls. I could hear the clicking of their finger symbols and the pounding of a drum in a corner of the tent. The girls were dressed in transparent veils and silk pantaloons. They swiveled their hips and spun the tassels on their boobs as they danced.
I snapped my fingers and the music stopped. Then it dramatically increased in tempo. The girls lifted up the veils which hid their pubic regions from view. A row of cunts now circulated before my eyes. I wanted to avail myself of each and every one of them. The erotic dancing was preparing me to meet the challenge for such a task.
I lay back on the pillows which surrounded me while one of my servants fed me grapes. I was having a very good time. The girls starting removing their veils one by one. They flung them into the air, where my eye would follow them until I returned my gaze to the shaking flesh. They were all naked now from the waist up.
I loved the way those giant boobs shook in front of me. The veils covering their lower torsos were quickly coming off. They spun their buttocks toward me as I watched the last silk covering fall from their bodies. Now they continued their dance completely nude.
This is the way it should be I thought. Beautiful women at my disposal feeding me grapes dancing like dervishes in front of my eyes willing to do exactly as I commanded. I clapped my hands.
"Enough" I said, "time to give the Master even greater pleasure."
The music continued as the girls danced toward me. Glistening sweat clung to their naked bodies. I had programmed the holograms to perform an act I'd always dreamed of. Fucking a naked dancing girl while she was still doing her routine. I lay back on the pillows and watched one of the cunts coming closer and closer. She was still swiveling her hips in time with the music. Her pussy was undulating over my turgid pecker. Would she really be able to get it in and not miss a beat?
Yes!
Her cunt swiveled down on my cock, screwing it deeper and deeper as she rocked in time with the drum. The other girls hovered over me, so that all that was visible to me was shaking female bodies.
The tempo of the music increased and my cock felt as if it were being taken in another Sheikdom. What a ride it was getting. Those hips were stimulating me as nothing before. Suddenly I started to shake all over. The music was pounding in my ear, breasts were dangling over my face, a pussy was grinding down on my cock. Suddenly I started to spurt ... and spurt ... and spurt.
The music stopped and I sunk back on the pillows and closed my eyes.
I must seem like a glutton to you to have participated in two hologram scenes, but you're not in the middle of a space war. Damn, I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover. I enjoy my work bringing joy to the starving denizens of outer space, messing with blood-thirsty Radons is not my idea of how to spend a week.
I took a shower and put on anew pair of clothes. The sex and the sleep had left me feeling refreshed. I went up to the control room and looked at the charts. We were right on course, headed for HAN II.
So far the Radons hadn't given us any more trouble. Maybe no message about our miraculous escape had reached them or maybe they were just biding their time. I reached in my pocket and took out the new code box which had been given me on Tychon. It amazed me that so small a device could be responsible for saving the lives of thousands on planetoids across the outer belt, but such was the miracle of modern electronics.
Our computer controls were composed of micro-miniature chips. These chips took the place of wiring which would have taken a storehouse to fill. Instead we could get an entire navigational program into a terminal the size of a desk drawer. I tried the radio to see if I could have any luck getting through. I was pretty certain the Radon jammers would still be operating but it was worth a chance.
I turned on the scrambler and switched the unit to "transmit." I stated the ships name and our co-ordinates and waited for a response. All I could hear was static. I tried a different frequency. A few seconds after my transmission I received a signal. It was from Tychon.
"This is base I at Tychon, do you read?"
"This is Lust, and I'm awful glad to hear you."
"What's going on?"
I told him about the destruction of Lewis and Clark. The voice on the other end was agitated. "You mean they destroyed the entire outpost ... everything?"
"All except one shed ... and it didn't look as if there were any survivors."
"How did you do?"
"By a miracle, we survived. The girls are resting down below. They got shaken up but they're okay."
"Good."
"Any more word about the Radons?"
"We've lost all contact with the outer planetoids. A supply carrier got through a few hours ago and told us that all defenses were at the ready, but if they don't have the code they could never stand a Radon assault."
"We're on our way," I said.
The radio clicked off. I pressed a few keys on the console to find out what our time of arrival on HAN II would be. We could make it in 24 hours with a little luck. I tried to contact the base but had no success.
I left the control room and looked in on the women. They were curled up in their nightgowns sound asleep on the bunks. How angelic they looked when they were asleep. I shut the door and took a walk around the ship to stretch my legs. I went directly to the exercise room and switched on "heavy gravity." It is necessary to get used to normal gravity or your muscles will atrophy. For about a minute, I felt terrible, weighted down and fatigued. I felt as if I'd hardly be able to lift a book, much less a fifty pound barbell. But quickly my body adjusted to the new weight and I proceeded to work out.
A few hours later, Anne entered the work out room. I asked how she was feeling after the raping by the Radons' She said that she had recovered and now felt fine up to her full potential. She looked sexy in that black nightgown and I was tempted to find out whether she was really as all right as she said she was. I decided against it for the time being.
"How are the other girls doing?" I asked.
"Fine."
I was glad to hear it. The three others peered in at that moment and stared at me. I felt shy for a moment. They'd seen me thousands of times before, why now with the strange looks? "You saved our lives," Cathy said.
"So what?" I replied as if saving their lives were an every day occurence.
"We intend to pay you back." There was a look in their eyes,which told me that that payment was worth far more than money could buy.
"Later," I said. "We've got work to do." I didn't tell them I had availed myself of the holograms, so they probably just thought I was tired and worried. It always made me feel like cheating when I used a hologram with such magnificent live flesh around, but I hadn't wanted to disturb them.
The girls left the room and went to the showers. Now I knew for sure that they'd regained their spirits. The room was filled with playful giggles and happy screams. I imagined the sight of four beautiful ladies running soap covered fingers over their skins. They'd have to pay particular attention to cleaning out their cunts which had been defiled by filthy Radon scum. But what a pleasure that cleaning must be. Moist fingers running around the outsides of their thighs then moving between their legs and around their pussy lips. A warm jet of water pulsing against a wide, inviting snatch. The hairs glistening clean.
Girlish laughter. Hands moving upwards to the breasts. The soap tracing tiny circles around the nipples.
I slammed the door of the bathroom to get away from these sounds lest I neglect my work. I went back to the control room lay on my chair and stared out the window. I heard a beeping on the radar scope. I spun in my chair and pressed the magnification button. I was happy to see that it had only picked up on one ship, but I had no way of knowing whether it was friendly or not. I flicked on the radio and stated our name.
An instant later I found out who the approaching ship belonged to. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It wasn't a Radon. It was the broken down prospecting ship of J. Pierpoint Jones, the mangiest prospector this side of Mars. Jones was the last of a dying breed. All alone, without the guidance of a huge conglomerate and the advantage of billions of financial backing, Jones plowed through the Solar System looking for precious metals.
I'd met him for the first time when I was training at the Sex Service Academy. Jones was always broke but managed to make a few extra dollars between flights by participating in our experiments. He was known for his endurance so the school would simply use him over and over again until his dick finally went limp. Something that could take days. Jones was not what you would call a good-looking man. In fact you might say he looked like a stunted dwarf. Hestood about four foot seven inches and through the benefits of constant food orgies, weighed about three hundred pounds.
It was our job to service prospectors along with the planetoids. Our flight path was wired to these space scavengers and they had the right to contact our ship, provided they had fulfilled their mining quotas. Jones always did. He was amazing like that. Send him into a part of the system where nobody could find anything more valuable than dust, and Jones would find a uranium deposit of twenty miles running two feet under the surface of the planet.
By Galactic Service regulations, we were obliged to "service" Jones to his heart's desire. You see he'd earned so many points by his discoveries that he could have ten girls a night for the rest of his life and we'd still owe him more sex. Naturally we couldn't afford a delay like that, so I had to do some mighty quick thinking.
"Jones, I'm sorry," I said, "the Lust isn't carrying any women today."
"Bullshit," Jones said. "I'm going to exercise my rights or blow you out of the sky."
About the last thing I wanted was a fight with Jones so I told him to start a hook-up. Jones accelerated then maneuvered his ship around in a great arc. In a few minutes he'd linked up with the Lust and we started to pressurize the linking dock.
I debated for awhile what to tell Jones. He was a clever character and not likely to be fooled by any double-talk. I decided it was best to tell him we had to make a quick flight to HAN II but not tell him about the device we were carrying. When Jones appeared in the doorway we shook hands. For the first time since I'd ever known him he looked tired.
"What's the matter?"
"Radons everywhere. I've spent the last two weeks dodging their ships." I was intrigued. Maybe Jones was the answer on how to get through safely to HAN II. "Listen, Jones," I said, "we've got to get to the outer asteroids in a hurry."
Jones laughed. He told me that that was impossible. He didn't know why but hundreds of Radon fighters were gathering in the area and looked as if they were preparing some kind of assault. He thought the assault was coming pretty soon. My worst suspicions were confirmed and I decided to tell Jones about our mission. If I couldn't trust this old codger, I couldn't trust anyone.
Jones listened carefully about the story of the Radons being able to penetrate the laser defenses and didn't seem to be surprised. "Them's the craftiest characters in the system," he said. "They murder their brothers just to get a drink of blood."
Jones had no love for the Radons.
"What do you suggest we do?" I asked.
I realized now that no matter what Jones might demand from the girls, meeting him had been a stroke of luck. If anyone knew the secret corridors of the system, Jones did. He'd spent plenty of his early career dodging Galactic ships who were trying to keep him out of illegal territories. They'd never caught him. Jones thought for awhile. Then he asked me if I had a star map. I went to a control terminal and punched up the local co-ordinates. A detailed geometric map appeared that gave our position. the position of the asteroids and the position of HAN II.
While Jones studied the map, I rang down to the girls. I told them that our favorite customer was here. There were loud groans. But servicing Jones in outer space was not really all that bad. On earth, his massive frame would have crushed any woman he went to bed with, but in zero gravity he was as light as a feather. In fact, with no clothes on he looked like a large gas balloon floating around the cabin.
The girls entered the control room dressed in their jumpsuits. They looked alive, clean and fetching. I could tell that they'd made a complete recovery. Quickly, I informed the girls that I'd told Jones about our mission and that he might have some information to help us.
Jones pointed at the map after giving his usual cordial welcome to the ladies. "The Radons are massing over here," he said, pointing to a large asteroid near the outer belt, " and they've set up a line of ships over in this area." He pointed to a wide stretch of space near the area of HAN II. Jones shook his head. "I don't know how the hell you're going to get through."
Lola took Jones by the hand and gave him a quick tour of our laser rocket attack system. Jones' mouth fell open in amazement. He ran his hands along the control panel, almost trembling in his excitement to launch a missle. "You could knock out a planet with babies like these. You must be carrying some pretty important cargo."
I laughed and told him he was right. Anne winked at him and asked whether Jones thought she and the girls were important enough cargo.
"From where I'm standing, you girls are worth more than a ton of uranium," Jones said. He always did have a way with women.
"Back to business," I told Jones.
The space codger looked at me and pointed to a place in the Radon defense cordon which he thought was the weakest. "What I think we ought to do is accelerate to hyper about twenty thousand miles from the Radon position. Then we shoot through their defenses at point A-2. They'll give us a hell of a chase but since we've already accelerated, I think we can beat their rockets."
"We?" I asked.
"Damn right," Pierpoint Jones said. "You don't think I'm going to let you have all the fun."
"What are you going to do with your ship?" Cathy asked.
"The Galactic Services owe me so much damn money I'll just get a new one."
I knew then and there that Jones was going to be our newest crew member. "Course," he said. "I'd like to avail myself of a few pleasures before we really get down to business. For all I know, these might be my last few hours."
"Guess we'll have to make sure you enjoy them," Eloise said, nudging Cathy in the ribs.
"Yeah," Cathy said. "Let's give him the time of his life."
I just groaned. This was one hell of a time to be thinking about an orgy, but it had become clear to all of us that we needed Jones' services and that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Jones decided that he wanted the super fantasy service, something most space explorers couldn't even begin to afford. He decided he wanted the service with all four girls. Obviously he had money units to burn. I was surprised to see that the girls rather liked his suggestion. Because of our early exit from Tychon they hadn't really gotten a chance to use their fantasy skills and they needed brushing up.
The girls left the room to get into their outfits. "You know Jones," I said, "you're a real glutton. Most men would settle for one of those girls. You want all four."
Jones waxed philosophical. "Life is short," he said, "and I'm not about to waste any of my time. You never know what tomorrow might bring."
"I know."
"What?"
"A Radon attack."
"Smart ass."
We heard the buzz from the intercom. "We're ready you big loveable stud," Eloise said. Jones stripped down to the buff in ten seconds flat and floated down the steps to the orgy room. The orgy room is the largest area in the ship. It can accommodate as many as fifteen people and we use it when passing ships with large crews that need servicing.
Jones paused for a moment in front of the door leading into the room and rubbed his hands in anticipation. Then he opened the door.
He let out a loud gasp.
Cathy, her blonde hair flowing, was dressed as the sexiest cheerleader the system had ever seen. Anne dressed in her blue stewardess outfit in clothes that fit so tight, a blind man could have made out the curves in her body. Lola had on nothing but black bra, black panties, black stockings and high-heeled black boots. Eloise wore a one piece body stocking and spangled red dancing shoes.
L. Pierpoint Jones felt like a kid in a candy store. He didn't know which of the ladies to attack first. His mouth was open and drooling. The girls immediately assumed their roles. Anne moved in first. She paraded towards Jones swaying those finely rounded buttocks and asked him if they could serve him in any way. Lola sidled up to him and gave his hair a hard tug. "Think you can satisfy all four of us, big boy?"
"I'm sure going to try," the dwarf replied.
Cathy rushed up to him, all giggles and smiles. "How about one for the team?" She flipped up her short skirt, jumped up and spread her legs. When she jumped, she didn't come down. Her crotch hovered in front of Jones' face. Cathy started her weightless cheerleader routine. What made it particularly erotic was that she was doing it perpendicular to Jones! He had a worm's eye view of those long legs opening and closing, the breasts jiggling braless and weightless in the clinging white sweater.
Jones' dick was standing straight up (or maybe it would be more accurate to say that it was sticking straight out).
Cathy floated around him continuing her cheerleader routine.
Jones had always wondered what it would be like to be lying on the ground, looking straight up into the snatches of one of these little minxes as they performed. Now he knew. Cathy decided to give him an even better idea. She slipped off her panties and continued the routine. Now Jones could see the glistening lips of Cathy's twat as she wriggled in the air. Her pussy expanded and contracted as she moved. She arched her back in his direction so that he could take in the sight of her fine, rounded pink ass. The skirt floated above her middle and Cathy decided that it was just getting in the way anyway. She unhooked the catch and sent it flying.
Eloise went into her erotic dance. Her half-Venusian body slithered around Jones like a serpent. Jones had heard about these women but he simply could not believe Eloise's dexterity. She wrapped her legs around his trembling naked body, bent over backwards at the waist and grabbed his feet with her hands. She rubbed her ass around his stomach and lowered herself to his cock. Jones was going wild.
They were still floating around when Anne arrived with a tray of drinks. She presented one to Jones and he eagerly drank it down. His cock was hard as a rock and ready for action. But the girls hadn't finished with him yet. Anne slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. She allowed it to slip away, revealing a white, half bra. She quickly got rid of this garment and her tremendous, pink tipped creamy breasts bobbed into view. Jones reached out and took one of the tits into his mouth.
He sucked on it hungrily, something which sent shivers up and down Anne's spine. Lola was not to be outdone. With her exotic gear still on, she told Jones that she wanted his body if he was man enough to use it on her. Jones little doubted whether he was man enough and the size of his prick indicated he was raring to go. He grabbed Lola roughly and ripped off her black bra. She took up the challenge and reached around to scratch his back with her nails. Jones grabbed for her black panties and pulled them down her kicking legs. Lola smiled. "I guess you are man enough to take me."
Jones had roughly twisted her arms away from his back and forced them towards his cock. Lola seized that powerful rod and started stroking it with her fingers. Eloise removed her body stocking and renewed her incredible contortions around Jones's face. She stuck her cunt into his mouth, leaned over his head and started licking his back.
Cathy decided she'd take advantage of Jones' feet. She took his toes and stuck them inside her box. Jones started wriggling his toes, setting up an incredible sensation inside Cathy's pussy. This was her first foot fucking.
Anne stripped off the remainder of her clothes. She watched the three girls taking advantage of Jones's body and decided to add her mouth to Lola's fingers. She floated towards the bobbing dork and placed her mouth against the phallus. Her tongue worked up and down the shaft stimulating every area of it.
You might wonder what the hell I was doing while all this was going on. Well, damn it, somebody has to watch out for invaders when you're traveling through perilous territory, no matter how horny. And believe me, that was no easy task. Although the four girls and Jones were in a completely different part of the ship, I could practically hear and see the slurping and fucking. "Keep your mind on the screen," I kept telling myself, "keep your mind on the screen." But somehow my cock wouldn't listen no matter how much I talked to it and begged it to listen. I guess that's the thing about penises. They just won't take no for an answer.
My mind was seeing cunt, while my eyes were seeing planets. Cunt, big juicy beavers ... dewy, scented hairs dripping with juice. My cock was growing larger and larger. I pressed a few buttons on the console. No, there definitely were no enemy ships around. It wasn't likely there would be any either. Besides, the computer sensors would alert us if anything came close. My dick started twitching in my pants. It, rather than my mind, seemed to be making the final decision.
I ripped off my clothes and pulled myself toward the orgy room. When I saw what was going on inside I wasn't sorry about the decision I had made. The four girls were floating around Jones using their sex organs in every conceivable way. Jones had the biggest grin on his face I'd seen in quite some time. Naked, weightless female flesh had always had a terrific affect on me. To put it another way, there's really nothing like it. I opened the door of the room and floated towards the zero gravity orgy.
I pulled Anne away from Jones and aimed my cock into her cunt. Christ, it felt good to feel my organ surrounded by that moisture. Anne was still in her stewardess frame of mind and I could see there was nothing she wouldn't do to please me.
I started pistoning inside her cunt, my attention broken only by watching Jones being serviced. Eloise was riding his organ and bending over at the same time to suck his toes. Cathy's crotch was at the same location. So Jones had the unusual pleasure of feeling both a cunt and mouth gushing against his feet.
I decided that I'd make my fucking short and sweet. Anne and I fucked faster and faster, harder and harder until our breaths came in quick bursts. Anne started moaning first. I could feel the secretions in her pussy and I knew the time had come. My cock quivered first at the tip then started spasming from the base. Scum shot up into Anne's honeyed nest and she sighed with satisfaction.
Jones was at the same point. Eloise's incredible pussy control was driving him past the point of no return. The hairy dwarf let loose with an orgasm that I thought would take out the electricity in the ship. Eloise responded in turn sending down rivers of pussy juice around Jones's shaft. There was so much juice in the air I was afraid we were all going to drown.
Cathy wriggled around on Jones's feet until his big toe struck the nub of her clit. She emitted a piercing scream and I watched her nubile body tremble with delight. She shook that mane of blonde hair and grabbed her tits as she came. Then she floated upwards allowing her body to completely relax as she moved with cat-like grace through the air.
Now Lola decided to make sure Jones was not going to leave feeling anything but worn out. Still looking whorey since she'd left on her black stockings and garter belt, she pinned Jones against a wall and started pushing her cunt down on his burning organ. Jones started bucking like a bronch at an earth rodeo. He was fucking this little whore silly. Anne decided she would continue to serve this space passenger. She took a vibrator and placed it on top of Jones's ass. It set up a sensation which caused his prostate to give out further secretions. Eloise started to massage his shoulders and Cathy rubbed his balls. The vibrator on one end and Lola on the other, made Jones pump harder and faster.
"Think you'll be able to handle my load?" Jones shouted at Lola.
"Think you'll have a dick left when I'm through with you?" the wanton woman shouted back.
The two of them went at each other until neither had the control to stand the ecstasy any more. "EEEEEEEE," Lola screamed. Jones responded with a similar sound. Anne moved the vibrator between Jones's cheeks so that the orgasmic rumblings were tearing his lower torso apart. Cathy continued to massage his balls and the tender strip of skin between his anus and cock. Then Jones was coming again. His cock was shooting and Lola was shaking with her third orgasm in as many minutes.
I thought Jones was going to pass out. I couldn't stand for that as we had a Radon cordon to break through. But at that moment I don't think Jones gave much of a damn about Radons or anything else except his spurting dick. When he at last pulled it out of Lola's twat, he let out a long, loud sigh. "Well you girls sure know how to put on a fine show," he said.
"Practice makes perfect," Lola winked.
"You can always try out a new routine on me," Jones gallantly informed the girls.
"We'll keep that in mind," Cathy said.
I told everyone that now'd they'd had their fun, there was plenty of work to do. We were only one hour away from the point where we'd have to rev up the hyper acceleration generators. The girls led Jones to the showers to clean him up. I decided to do the same. I wanted to be refreshed when we met the Radons. There's nothing quite so bad as going into battle when you're not feeling your best.
CHAPTER NINE
We had no way of knowing it at the time, but at that very moment the Radon's were preparing for their massive attack on HAN II. They were as I've said before a barbaric people and their Gods and rituals were equally barbaric. They were ruled by a huge thug named Sadoff. He was talking to his lieutenants while pointing at a sector map that included HAN II. "I am proud of you men for having totally destroyed Lewis and Clark. It proves that the earthlings are powerless against our weapons. Once we have completed wiping out the outer bases we shall mount an even bigger attack against their major inner bases."
Everyone applauded Sadoff's remarks. The Radon leader continued by talking about his plan to attack the planetoid. They would mass and move directly through the defense shield once they had disarmed it. Then they would strafe and bomb the surface of the planet until all signs of life had been eradicated.
Sadoff smiled as he contemplated this destruction. Then he clapped his hands. "Bring in the women." Now here's what's amazing about the Radons. Although the men look like large hairy beasts, the women are exactly the opposite. By some strange tick of evolution, Radon women become more delicate as Radon men became more rough. In fact they were gorgeous creatures to behold. Everything about them was exaggerated. They were taller than the average earth woman, having long beautifully tapered legs. Their breasts were enormous, in fact they would have looked almost grotesque except for the fact that they were so well proportioned with the rest of their frames.
Their cunts were like caverns. Wide, deep tunnels that were built to accommodate the enormous phallus' of their Radon masters. Yes, masters. The women in this society had never been liberated. Their function was to nurture the war-like impulses of their cruel companions like in some primitive hunting society. The two women who were to serve in the final war ritual with Sadoff were the most beautiful of their race. They wore no clothes on when they entered and their bodies had been soaked in warm oil so that their skin glowed and shone.
"You know that we are going into battle," Sadoff cried out.
"Yes, master," the maiden answered.
"You know that you must fuck me and my lieutenants so that we might feel fit and vigorous for combat?"
"Yes, we do."
The two women went to Sadoff and his lieutenants and removed their clothes. They took out bottles of the ritual oil and rubbed them on the backs and stomachs of the officers. They had been trained since birth to perform these functions and performed them with finesse. Their hands massaged the Radon flesh until the bodies of the men shone like their own. The Radon leader gave a war cry and jumped on top of one of the women. The warm oil made their movements easy. Their bodies rubbed and this aroused Sadoff to move with furious abandon. He screamed out as he moved so that his aggressive instincts were tied up with the fucking.
The two other lieutenants had to make do with only one woman. This, of course, was a reflection of their inferior position to their leader. All was ritual and the ritual had to be carried out precisely. Sadoff started pounding on the woman as he fucked. "Kill the earthlings," he screamed.
Then everyone in the room screamed, "kill the earthlings." The two lieutenants were taking advantage of the other maiden by fucking her in the mouth and cunt. Suddenly the door of the room burst open and five more beautiful women walked in. They joined in the chanting. They were carrying bowls of animal blood. They walked toward the fucking couples and held the bowls above them. Then they waited patiently...
The breaths of the Radons were coming faster and faster. Animal groans and gasps filled the air. Cocks and cunts started to quiver and as everyone started moaning and shouting out, "kill ... kill ... kill," the maidens dumped the blood on their bodies. Sticky red fluid mixed with pussy juice and cum. The orgasmic screaming was muffled by the liquid blood. "We will all succeed," Sadoff shouted.
"Yes ... yes."
"We have given birth to blood," Sadoff said, as he watched the fluid trickle over his genitals. Indeed they had for this was the ultimate function of the ritual to merge life with death, the blood of a dead being with the juice that gave life. The Radons would show no mercy. This was total war and we might be its first victims.
* * *
Jones, me and the girls were in the control room blissfully unaware of the blood ritual. But truth be told, our thoughts were every bit as bloody as theirs. After all, Lola had not only lost her parents to these beasts, she'd also been raped by them. I don't believe she was in any frame of mind for forgiveness.
Eloise, the half-Venusian was a peace loving woman normally, but Venusians have legendarily long memories and tend to seek revenge and retaliation if they have to cross the universe to get it. The memory of their raping and humiliation were still in the minds of Cathy and Anne. Sure they might be cheerleaders and stewardesses in their fantasy live, but they could be murderous fighters when they wanted to be and now they wanted to be.
Jones loved excitement and challenge much the way I did. You might say that's what he lived his life for. Besides he didn't like the Radons messing around while he was on his prospecting missions. Since he was usually alone and without protection, he was particularly vulnerable to Radon attacks and had had more than one narrow escape from them.
Anne was getting the hyper acceleration generator ready. I looked at my watch. Only four more minutes before acceleration. I was glad to have Anne aboard for more reasons than the fact she was so gloriously stacked. She had the greatest mechanical aptitude I'd ever known. She could take apart a laser rocket and reassemble it with her eyes closed.
Cathy was an expert marksman. With her at the laser sites I pitied any ship that got into her range. As a kid she'd started out with bee bee guns in her native home of Nevada. She lived in a wide, dusty desert region which was perfect for target practice. As a teenager, between bouts of fucking, she'd take joy rides into the desert and shoot up the sign posts. Maybe she got her uninhibited ways from the fact that Nevada is a state with plenty of beautiful women and numerous whore houses. It's no particular stain on a girls reputation to spend some time as a "sporting lady."
Cathy had her hand on the firing button as Anne revved up the engine. Lola joined Cathy as a coordinating aid. She signalled if and when a rocket was in range and pin-pointed its location. Eloise was assistant pilot of the craft. She sat next to me on a large, reclining chair which overlooked the star monitor. Eloise had senses slightly more acute than earthlings. This made her a terrific asset to have next to the controls.
Jones was rubbing his hands in anticipation of our bold run. He figured we'd have about thirty minutes before the Radon ships picked us up. He wasn't sure how many crafts would be in our path before we reached HAN II but he figured there'd be one hell of a battle shaping up.
Anne gave us a count down before the ship would hit hyper acceleration. We braced ourselves for what was to come. For those of you who don't know what this is, hyper acceleration is a means by which a ships engines draws solar power and converts it into photrons. The photrons send out a beam that draws the ship forward on a beam of light. It's almost like creating a tunnel in space through which the ship slides. One of the problems we faced was de-accelerating. You see once you're traveling at hyper speed, it's awful tough to break the ship. Thus we had a two-fold problem. We had to go fast enough to beat the radons and we had to slow up in time to reach HAN II.
Anne reached the end of her countdown and the ship moved forward. At first we all felt a gliding sensation. Then we heard a roar as we broke through a sound warp barrier. Lucky we had all placed cotton in our ears. The screen turned white as I saw the photron beam spread in front of us. We were now headed towards HAN II about as fast as any vehicle could and we prayed the opposition wouldn't catch on in time.
They did.
A messenger interrupted the blood ceremony between Sadoff and his naked consorts. "A ship is making through sector four," the aid shouted.
"What kind of a ship?"
"A service vessel."
Sadoff was thrown off for an instant. What the hell was a service vessel going to HAN II for in the midst of a war? the answer came to him in a flash. The vehicle must be carrying something of importance. But what? Sadoff decided he'd better not take any chances and ordered an immediate attack. "How many ships do we have in that vicinity."
"Twenty-five."
"Alright. Put them in pursuit of the service vehicle and order the attack on HAN II to proceed."
"Yes, master," the messenger said.
Naturally we didn't know what was going on in the enemy camp so the foregoing conversation is conjecture on my part, but this isn't a history book for God's sake.
We saw the first enemy ship coming up on our left. Cathy swung the laser gun around and Lola beamed in on it. "Fire!" she shouted. Light pulsations screamed through the air towards the Radon vessel and as usual Cathy was right on target. A surge of blue flames rent as under the radon ship, but as quickly as that one was destroyed, another appeared to our right. Cathy swung the gun around and our computer locked in the ship. "Fire!" Again came the cry.
A near miss. The girls quickly recalculated their position. The Radon ship let off a rocket that locked on course with us. Jones looked as if he were going to shit in his pants. I pulled hard on the turning stick a few seconds before the missile was set to strike. It had to be a perfectly timed maneuver or else the missile would simply adjust course and blow us out of the sky. As usual, my timing was flawless. The missile passed harmlessly below us.
Cathy fired again. The Radon ship was struck and a blinding flash of light filled the screen.
Eloise looked up from the radar scope. "My God," she shouted, "there's twenty-three more in back of us."
"Can we out run them?"
"I think so, but de-acceleration isn't going to be easy."
"See if you can get HAN II yet. We should be past the jammers."
Eloise picked up a mike and tried to reach the approaching planetoid. I had made a correct assumption. HAN II answered our call.
I told them to ready the landing pad for an emergency landing. We'd be coming in pretty fast and I wanted everything they had to break our fall. The people on the planetoid sounded pretty glad to hear us. I didn't know it yet but they knew about the device we were carrying and they damn well knew it was their last chance for survival.
Two more ships now stood dead ahead of us. We were lucky to have been equipped by such long range weapons. We let loose with a salvo that rent the space in front of us sending out shock waves which decimated the ships in our path. Eloise suddenly let out a gasp. She had widened the range of her radar scope. Two hundred Radon ships were in sight. They were all headed toward HAN II. The attack had begun.
Sadoff sat in the command ship assessing the damage to his own fleet. This was some service ship they were chasing! Clearly it was all a charade. Service ships don't have hyper accelerators nor long range high powered nuclear missiles. Still he wasn't very worried. Nothing in the universe could stop his destruction of these human bases, nothing.
A naked maiden stood by his side. He grabbed her hair and dragged her face over his pantsuit. The maiden pulled down his zipper and popped the organ in her mouth. This was pleasure for this beast watching his ships being blown out of the air and simultaneously getting sucked off. A hot mouth on his dick and an outer space dog flight combined to give him what he wanted.
He wanted two of his vessels go after the S.S. Lust. The maiden sucked harder on his dick. The vessels made a complex series of turns. The maiden slammed the head of his cock against her throat. The screen of Sadoff's monitor was filled with laser beams and blown up spaceships. "Faster, faster!" he screamed. "We must intensify our attack." The ships in back of the Lust closed in on her, but HAN II was only five minutes away. Now they'd be able to catch her as the Lust had to de-accelerate for its landing.
"Suck me, suck me," the alien beast shouted. The maiden complied with all her skill. She pumped up and down on the giant hairy shaft until she could hear his animal grunts signaling the orgasm was near. "Aggghhhhh," Sadoff bellowed. Another of his ships was blown away.
"Aggghhhhh."
We knew that our time of crises had arrived. We'd been able to hold off the Radon ships so far because only a few at a time could catch us. But as our speed decreased, more and more of them were on our tail.
Cathy and Lola let off salvo after salvo at the pursuing rockets. There were so many explosions that the whole monitor seemed ablaze with light. And their missiles were getting closer and closer. Our ship shook from one such blast. I had to grab on to the safety belts to stay in place. Suddenly I felt a rush of gas inside the cabin. One of our supply lines had been hit. I hit the auxilliary control which shut off the main supply and the leaking stopped.
Fifteen ships were closing in on us now. There was no way we could hold them off with the amount of weapons we had. Anne was doing her usual job of brilliant navigating. Our ship was moving about as fast as it could and still go slow enough to land without breaking into a thousand parts. Light rays wre flashing all around us. To put it bluntly, things didn't look good.
What was even worse, was that the main fleet was close behind. HAN II would be in cinders in minutes if we didn't make it in. I punched in the defense coordinates to get through HAN IPs shield. We moved through it and I saw the landing dome swing open. The Radon ships were still on our tail. Suddenly I saw a sight I'll remember as long as I live.
Hundreds of rockets were flying towards the pursuing Radon vessels. Every installation on HAN II had opened up. Behind us the force was being wiped out. But the main force was still not far away.
Sadoff looked down at his drooling cock and made a sour face. How dare those earthlings pull off such a trick. That damned service vehicle had made it through and he'd lost twenty-five fighters. The maiden was wiping the sperm off his pecker. The initial defeat had aroused his lust even further. He grabbed the maiden and swung her onto his lap. He pulled open her cunt lips and lowered her cunt over his shaft. With the huge hairy arms, he rocked her back and forth over his cock until she was screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me ... fill up my cunt ... rip it apart." That's just what Sadoff wanted to do, rip up her cunt with the massive organ. He was nearly crushing the girl with his arms as he pulled her up and down and thrust up and up and up. "Ohhhhh," the girl moaned. A savage grin of pleasure appeared on Sadoff's lips as he continued his attack. His rockets were now poised for total destruction. He looked at the codex ... the device they had developed to get through the earthling's defenses. His ships would now be able to penetrate. Sadoff felt his whole body tremble. His loins bucked up and down. Bolts of pleasure shot through the maiden's body.
Her pussy was being battered by blasts from the erect, erupting phallus. Her body trembled as her defenses were shot through with rivers of burning scum.
Sadoff twisted his lips and bowled like a wolf as the cock juice flowed from his shaking shaft. His ships were getting closer ... closer ... closer. "EEEEEEAHHHHHHHH," the alien leader screamed out.
You can always tell the good guys at times like this. I sure as hell wasn't getting laid, I was just praying and pretty damn thankful to be alive. What I was wondering is just how long all this was going to continue. I looked at the screen. The landing pad was coming up at us awfully quickly. Too quickly. We'd made it to HAN II all right but I wasn't all that sure we'd be in one piece on the ground. "Ten seconds," Anne called out.
"Full reverse rockets," I responded.
We felt our bodies being crushed by the tremendous surge of G's that came about as a result of our having to brake so quickly. I felt that my body was becoming a pancake. "Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds..." I felt a jolt that I thought would cave in my ribs. For a second all I could see were stars and they weren't the kind in outer space. But an instant later I realized something incredible I was alive. "Everyone okay?! " I shouted out.
"Yes," came the unanimous response. Everyone looked somewhat shaken except for J.
Pierpoint Jones who seemed to have enjoyed the entire goings on immensely.
"Damn you, Jones," I said, "we were almost just killed."
"That a fact?" Jones replied off-handedly. "Better get your ass in gear or there's a likely chance you'll be killed yet."
Jones was right. The Radon ships were about thirty seconds from the laser defense system. If they got through we'd all be turned to space dust. I unfastened my seat belt and ran towards the exit hatch. I practically jumped down the steps and was immediately surrounded by cheering well-wishers. I took the defense box from my pocket and screamed that we needed to plug it into the computer system. Someone pointed to a building several yards away and I bounded toward it.
Sadoff watched his ships move in on HAN-II. Already his rockets were launching missiles which had the ability to penetrate HAN IPs dome. He could already see charred human flesh and hear the groans of the wounded and dying.
I saw the girls running after me. They were trying to explain to the crowd what was happening. Rockets bursting above the dome caused everyone to shield his eyes. Only a few seconds now separated us from a gruesome death. I ran to the building to be met by Commander Graves who was desperately trying to scramble the defense code all to avail. The
Radons were penetrating already.
"This will keep them out," I said, "it's an entirely new code."
The commander grabbed the box from my hand and ran to the computer bank. He snapped out the old code box and placed in the new one. For the first time in four days, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Above us, Galactic war ships were already engaged in a battle with four of the warships that had penetrated the defenses. I was more than happy to see that now the shoe was on the other foot. Now the Radons were completely outnumbered! What a treat it was for me to see these barbarians being blasted by our ships. And then an even more startling and gratifying sight filled the air. The Radon main force was traveling to the laser defense system at full speed. Ship after ship was smashing into the electronic barrier and being vaporized. The men on the planet cheered and cheered. The girls raised up their hands in a gesture of victory.
Sadoff couldn't believe his eyes. He had planned for years to make this attack a success and now everything he'd dreamed of was being thwarted. He screamed into his radio for the ships to turn back, but for most of them it was too late. They had gained too much acceleration and their only hope was to swerve away from the deadly defense zone. One hundred ships in all smashed into the shield, another hundred, including Sadoff's successfully evaded disaster.
The alien leader stood up and gazed at the screen. He knew who had caused this defeat: it was the S.S. Lust. He vowed that from that moment on, he would not sleep until the Lust and its crew were erased from the universe.
The girls, Jones and I were given heroes' welcome. Commander Graves gave us the key to the dome which meant of course that anything on the planetoid was ours for the asking. I was pretty damn happy about all this not only because we had saved HAN II from destruction but because I'd no longer have to put up with the ribbing I always got from the macho space warriors who were always bragging how they'd just shot some Radon ship to pieces. How many of them had blown one hundred to pieces in the space of five minutes?
The commander informed me that our mission had given the Galactic Services time to prepare a counter-attack. A huge Galactic services fleet was now on its way from Mars and they'd be kicking the Radons all the way back to Uranus. The girls were told that in light of their extraordinary mission, they were free to return to Mars and not have to continue their loop to complete their services.
Anne was the first to speak up. "That wouldn't be fair to the men."
"Besides," Cathy said, "we jut love our jobs."
The commander gulped hard and said that if we wanted to continue our work, it was fine with him. But so long as we stayed on HAN II, he was going to do everything he could to make sure we were the happiest people in the system.
CHAPTER TEN
Our celebration was going to be a Roman feast. Yes the girls and I were to be treated to a fabulous evening of food, entertainment and speeches. A great banquet hall was prepared. Long tables were laid out with linen, goblets and china. Pillows were placed everywhere on the floor. Couches were brought in as well as moon beds.
On the third day, Galactic Service Ships began arriving. Although normally I thought of these ships as our competitors, for this feast there'd be no thought of competition just fun. I stood near the landing pad watching one ship after another bringing in its precious cargo of beautiful women. It was like watching the Miss Universe pageant enfolding right in front of my eyes.
There were sleek Venusians with their coppery skin and reddish hair. There was the fabulous
Martian ladies with ivory skin and full-rounded breasts.
There were earth women from every part of the globe slender Orientals, tall statuesque Africans, golden skinned Philippines. Anne, Lola, Cathy, and Eloise stood beside me watching the array of female succulence walk to their quarters.
"Well girls," I asked, "what do you think."
"I think we can out fuck the whole lot of them."
"Imagine," I said, "they've all come in honor of us."
The planetoid was also rapidly filling up with officials to celebrate the victory. I was honored to learn that the President of the Galactic Services himself was planning to attend the feast and present us with our medals. And how did I take all this? Well, throughout this narrative you've probably realized what a humble person I am so naturally I didn't let any of this go to my head. I had just been another space jockey doing his job, his magnificent, awe-inspiring, dramatic job. My only concern was J. Pierpoint Jones. He despised officials and was up to some mischief. I saw him several times going in and out of the kitchens but could never catch him doing anything. What I didn't know is that his little prank would be broadcast to astonished citizens throughout the Solar System.
It was a given that some of the arriving beauties wished to "meet" the system's latest hero. And who was I to deny them any pleasure? The girls were off servicing the high officials so I decided to take advantage of my abandonment to strike up an "acquaintanceship" with a Martian lady named Carla. Carla was the vice-president of the Martian Council a big wig if there ever was one. I met her while I was sitting in the space lounge drinking down a King Neptune special. Frankly I wasn't looking for any more women, but when I saw Carla I couldn't do anything else but stare.
This aristocratic Martian lady was dressed all in pure silk. She was a native born Martian I could tell by that creamy skin and the huge breasts that caused the delicate draping of her robes to be pushed far out on her upper torso. She walked toward me with a slow, swaying gait that told me that this was a woman who knew what she wanted and almost always got it. She placed an arm on my shoulder and asked in a melodic voice if I was really Captain Rimmer.
"The one and only," I replied.
"Are those things they've written about you really true?"
"Which things?" I replied coyly.
Carla smiled bewitchingly. "I was speaking about your flight from Tychon to HAN II."
"Every word was true."
"Were you ever scared?"
"Not for a moment," I lied through my teeth. "You see captains in the Sex Services are highly trained individuals." I stared right at those huge luscious globes. "We're trained to handle every challenge."
"I see," Carla said.
"Is it true what I've heard about Martain ladies?"
"And what might that be?"
"That their beauty is unsurpassed and that it takes a man of great endurance and skill to truly please them."
Carla stood up tall, looking even more aristocratic and regal then when she'd first entered the lounge. She smiled at me again and again I could feel my dick leaping in my jumpsuit. "If you were meaning to compliment me, you've succeeded," she said. "As to whether it takes a man of great skill and endurance to please Martian ladies, I cannot say, I can only speak for myself."
I waited for her to speak and I hoped it would be in my favor. "I enjoy a man who takes his time and respects a woman's needs. When I meet such a man he is greatly rewarded because I redouble my efforts to please him."
"Well put," I said. I stood up next to her. She was as tall as I was. Her face was made up with the finest red pastels from the Martian mines. Rarely did one see a woman who could use those colors to such advantage. The red highlighted her sparkling brown eyes and lightly decorated her cheeks. Even her legs were lightly tinted with the pink pastels. I had heard that these women use the pastels on their erogenous zones and I had a burning need to find out if these things were true. Carla's full lips were directly next to mine. They were delicately shaped and made even more luscious by the red moisturizing cream around their edges. Carla flicked out her tongue for a second to add even more moisture to the lips. I leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss started gently with just the lightest grazing of our two lips against each other.
Carla parted her mouth slowly, allowing my tongue to press through and invade her moist cavity. Her tongue caught mine and started to tease it and circle it. Then her own tongue pressed through my lips probing my gums and cheeks. After a few seconds we withdrew. I sipped on my Neptune special and offered one to her.
"I do not especially desire alcohol at this moment," Carla said.
I think I could guess what she did desire. "Perhaps we could go to the presidential suite and further discuss exactly what our needs might be."
"What a nice idea," she said.
I thought back on my college days as I led Carla to the presidential suite. I'd certainly come far in life since I'd desperately tried to convince girls to come up to my dingy apartment which had nothing more than a mattress on the floor, an old lamp and a couch that was as hard as stone with springs sticking out of it. Most girls had taken one look at that place, turned and ran. Now I was taking a beautiful, high Martian official to the finest suite on the planetoid and I wasn't even paying for it! The Galactic Services had spared no expense to reward me. The presidential suite contained three rooms A master bedroom, a bathroom and a lounging room with complete bar. The bar was fantastically well equipped featuring Martian Vodka, Venusian Rum made with liquefied sugar cane and of course French Wines (some things never change).
The bathroom had the usual equipment, plus a complete whirlpool bath. This consisted of an enormous tub filled with hot water and lined on the side with j ets that sent out streams of bubbles. Sitting in it by oneself was a pretty erotic experience as the bubbles coursed around my genitals, sitting in it with Carla was a dream come true. The bed in the presidential suite was a huge water bed heated and complete with vibrator. When you lay on it, the vinyl cover vibrated and the water underneath pulsated. When you fucked, the action was non-stop.
Seducing a woman in the presidential suite was therefore not a particularly difficult matter. It was certainly a lot easier than my college days.
Carla was pleased by the room. It seemed to befit her station. She was a princess in a regal suite. She opened the window and what was revealed was a magnificent vista of HAN II's landscape and the planet Jupiter and its moons hanging in the background. I again offered Carla a drink but she again declined. She stretched out her arms, allowing the robes to fall down her body like spring waterfalls. Then she turned and looked at me. "Are you as exciting in bed as you are when you're in combat?"
"Only one way to find out," I said.
"Indeed," Carla replied.
She turned her back on me as if to indicate that I should undress her. I didn't hesitate. Her robes were held together by an invisible "zipperette" which gives the perfect illusion that the robes are suspended by nothing more than the human body. After some struggle, I located the zipperette and trembled with excitement as the beautiful woman slowly became naked. Her robes off, Carla had on the sheerest, silk underwear I had ever seen. This was not the synthetic stuff. No. This apparel had been constructed by special mutated insects which spun out threads for the finest material in the system.
These slips now covered Carla's body. I took them off as gently as I could. Finally she had nothing left but panties and brassiere. The panties were light blue and I could see right through them to her curly-haired triangle. Her breasts, too, were visible through the bra. I was surprised to see that despite their immensity, those breasts still were firm and high-riding.
When Carla removed the last remaining garments, I saw that what I'd read about aristocratic Martian ladies was really so. Carla had decorated the top of her breasts with the red pastels. I had seldom seen a more lovely sight that those tinted nipples and the accented aureoles. Shimmering pink Martian powder covered the remainder of the balloons and a delicate scent wafted toward me from the perfumed cleavage.
Her cunt was equally attractive. The lips of her sex had been also covered with the red make-up. They resembled the lips of her mouth. "Are you pleased with my appearance?" Carla asked.
"I'm more than pleased ... I'm amazed."
"We are taught the arts of making our bodies alluring from a very early age."
"You've learned your lesson well," I said.
I moved toward Carla and embraced her. I had already taken off my own clothes and now the full lengths of our naked flesh pressed into one another. She seemed to melt in my hands. She was the softest woman I had ever touched. I rubbed my fingers along her back and tucked my cock between her legs. I kissed her and she kissed back with equal fervor.
Still maintaining this pose, we drifted toward the bed. I flicked on the vibrate cycle and it felt that in addition to Carla's probing fingers, a thousand more were massaging my skin. I licked all over her face then trailed my tongue down to those huge Martian breasts. The perfume between the tits was overcoming me. I slid my tongue up from the cleavage to the erect nipples. I sucked on them hard and felt Carla beginning to tremble beneath me. Even as she was making love she seemed to maintain a sense of dignity and reserve. No animal lust for her, just divine, sensuous love. It was okay as far as I was concerned.
I moved lower down to examine the beautifully made up pussy lips. In addition to making them up, she had covered them with rare Jupitarian perfume. I sucked hungrily at the lips, moistening her slit so that it would be ready and begging for my hard spear.
I leaned back and took in that regal body. They way the light fell on it reminded me of a fine sculpture I'd once seen. Carla took my penis and guided it to the hot, dewy folds between her lips. My cock moved in smoothly and Carla lifted her legs to force me in even deeper. There was a slow grace in the way she made love. A feeling born no doubt from her wealth, that there was no need to hurry, that time is a friend not an enemy. She slowly rolled her lips from side to side sending shivers up and down my shaft.
Carla sucked on my lips as she screwed, moaning and sighing all the while. Finally she became more urgent as my pumping quickened. She held on to me tighter and curled her legs around mine. She rocked her body back and forth, back and forth until suddenly I felt that soft frame go completely limp. An orgasm welled up from the depths of her soul and I felt waves of vaginal juice soak my burning fuck-pole.
I felt an astonishing mixture of lubrication and tightness in her cunt. I slid easily back and forth enjoying the hot flows in her box and the warm vibrations from the bed. We tumbled about the surface, rolling and twisting so as not to miss a single sensation or erotic zone. Both she and I wanted to hold nothing back.
As she started to orgasm again I felt my own cock expanding to the bursting point. Boiling scum rushed up my shaft, hesitated a second at the cock tip, the erupted into her honey pot. Carla held on tight as my cock jerked around inside of her and the secretions continued to tidal wave like proportions.
"Ahhhhhh," she let out. "Beeeauuutiiiifullll."
Several minutes later, we disengaged and went to the whirlpool bath to cleanse ourselves. Even the sight of Carla stepping into that tub was enough to get me hard again. I watched her settle down into the water and saw those lovely tits bobbing on top of the swirling water. She took a shower pulsator and aimed it at her cunt. The water played against it and I knew she was ready for more. She leaned towards me and placed her lips on my cock. I never would have believed in my college days that one day I'd be sitting in a whirlpool getting sucked off by the vice-president of the Martian Confederation, but there I was, there was no doubting that.
Carla's mouth quickly brought me to orgasmic ecstasy and I felt I had just enough left to give this regal Martian a royal screwing. I leaned back in the whirlpool and pulled Carla on top of me. Her high proud tits hung above my head and I nipped at them as I pumped into her cunt.
The swirling water and Carla's fluids made me gasp with excitement. My dick was like a huge rocket getting set for a blast off. Carla gyrated her hips on top of me, swiveling back and forth, up and down then letting out a gasp. "I'm coming ... I'm coming..." she cried. Flames jetted out from the tip of my cock. They burned Carla's cunt and made her buck wildly. She was a helpless victim of my technique. She had finally become an animal fucking away fucking for all she was worth screaming scratching my back with her nails. I came and came and Carla took it all into her snatch every last drop of it.
I sat on the bed watching Carla make up her body. She glided the chalky crayon around her breasts, then painted her vagina. She took equal pains to give her face a colorful, alluring appearance. With great sadness, I watched her put on the silk underwear and robes. That magnificent body was now disappearing beneath outer clothing.
"I'm glad I came for this celebration," Carla said.
"I'm glad I could make it possible," I replied.
Then she asked me a question that many ladies have asked, "Does being on a service ship with all that erotic equipment and four beautiful women to please you at any time, cause your ardor to be diminished?"
"No," I said honestly. "I could use an old cliche that you can never get too much of a good thing but you deserve a better answer. In my years of training I learned to look upon women as a gourmet looks upon fine food and wine. I've learned to appreciate them and respond to them and my girls have learned the same thing about men. We don't exploit the opposite sex, we attend to their needs. We are their servants. This is what we were trained for, that's what we think and that's what we do."
Carla clapped her hands at my little speech. "Captain," she said, "when next you are on Mars, you are to come immediately to my residence. I promise you a personal reward for your services."
"Thank you, Carla," I replied.
"I also intend to start a new drive to get more funds for the Galactic Service Ships. You've given me a clear indication of our needs for such services."
Carla kissed me gently on the lips and took her leave.
I met the girls an hour before the reward ceremony was about to begin. I hadn't seen them so formally dressed in many years. "How was the vice-president?" Eloise asked me.
"Pretty good, if you must know," I answered.
"Better than us?" Cathy asked.
"That's like asking if I still beat my wife."
"You beat your wife?" Lola asked.
"Very funny," I said. "Besides, I hear you girls have been keeping pretty damned busy yourself."
"Oh we've been getting around."
"Getting around!" I took a list of paper out of my pocket and started to read it. "Let's see now. Eloise has fucked thirty members of the Venusian Senate ... Cathy took on the staff of the Martian embassy ... Lola ... holy cow ... Lola fucked on the entire upper house of the Galactic Confederation."
"And they were pretty good, too," Lola said.
"And Anne sucked off the Tychon football team."
The girls beamed proudly at their accomplishments. They told me that they were just getting up their appetites for the event to come.
The Galactic Services had presented the girls with special gowns for the celebration. In addition, they were given jewelry of purest gold with which to further adorn their bodies. They looked stunning.
Despite the fact that we were a fully legitimate branch of the Galactic Services, we still got plenty of static as being nothing more than "floating whore houses." Believe it or not, even in this enlightened age, there are people who still don't think sex is a normal, natural part of human existence. Now that the S.S. Lust had saved the outer planetoids, our service would obtain far greater legitimacy than before. There's nothing quite like a war to prove your worth to people.
Finally the great day arrived. The banquet hall was completely full and hologram recorders were beaming the festivity to all corners of the solar system. I looked around at the great banners which were hanging from the ceilings, the row and rows of tables with magnums of great French wines, the gold carts laden with champagne and caviar and the long red carpet which had been stretched out on the floor.
What an array of dignitaries! There were representatives from every planet and planetoid in the Galactic System senators, congressman, mayors, governors. Service ladies were everywhere as well as space captains.
The President of the Galactic Services made a long, very dull speech talking about our mission, our narrow escape and our final run through the Radon blockade. I wasn't as nervous facing the Radons as I was facing this crowd. It was a good thing I was flanked by the girls and J. Pierpoint Jones. Jones had a very peculiar grin as he looked out at the august assemblage. I knew he hated formality and pretension. But what the hell was in his mind?
"These two men and four women have proven that the Galactic Sex Services are capable of the highest courage and most daring adventures when the Solar System needs them." The president gave long glowing (and largely fictional descriptions of myself and the crew his description of Jones' background was entirely fictional) and we went out on the stage to thunderous applause.
The girls and I bowed deeply before the gathering and each gave brief accounts of our harrowing adventures. Jones said that he hoped the Police Division would let him prospect in peace and walked off the stage. I apologized for him saying that. He was very tired.
The ceremony finished, we walked off the stage towards our table which was now laden with food and wine. What an incredible meal it was! Dishes had been flown in from all over the system. The girls and I dug our teeth into huge meaty bones in front of us. We drank down goblets after goblets of wine.
Soon I felt as if my head were spinning. A second later everything around me was clear as a bell. I remembered this feeling from somewhere. But where? Then I felt an incredible urgency in my loins. The four girls around me shimmered like sex goddesses. The drug-the sex drug R-22 that's what I felt! It had been placed in our food! I looked up and saw J. Pierpoint Jones grinning from ear to ear. "That son of a bitch," I thought. "He's going to watch every dignitary in the system fucking like dogs in heat."
Jones winked at me and started to leave. "Adios, amigo," he said "I'm heading off to the far side of Jupiter. With the amount of R-22 I put in this food, it'll be two days before anyone notices I'm not here."
The drug was gradually taking hold. One woman was slowly unbuttoning her dress. She was beside herself, trying to hold back but she simply couldn't. A man started taking off his tuxedo. At first the others at their tables just stared at them but soon they too were succumbing. Little by little everyone was feeling the drug and responding. The high officials tried to hold out longest of all, but they weren't able to.
Ambassadors and council persons were as vulnerable as anyone else.
The commentators in the broadcast booth were astonished but realized this would do amazing things for the ratings. They began to describe the action as if it were a football match: "The governor of Venus has just stripped off his clothes and is going after the councilwoman of Atron.
"You'll note and I'd like to point out to our viewer just how big his cock is."
"Excellent observation, Frank."
I just shook my head as I watched more clothes being stripped off and thrown into the air. Sex had begun almost as quickly. There were couples moaning and writhing by my feet.
Anne, Lola, Cathy, and Eloise pulled off their jeweled gowns and threw themselves into the party with abandon. Eloise all but attacked the president himself who responded by clutching at her breasts.
The hall smelled of sex. Cum splattered on the floor while sweat poured off trembling bodies. Pussy juice left a layer of succulent fluid on the floor. Huge cocks penetrating oozing fuck holes.
" Ahhhhhhhh," came moans from one section of the room.
"EEEEEEEEEE," camereturningscreams."
The announcer in the booth above us had reported on everything from sport events to spaceship collisions, but this was his first shot at an orgy. He was obviously responding with relish, "Let's get a slow motion replay of the president stripping off his clothes ... Yes ... that's it ... What do you think of that Frank?"
"I think it's an excellent example of the quick undress. You know we don't see much of that sort of thing anymore, but I'm glad the younger members of our audience could get a look at it."
The announcer continued, "Looks like the Galactic Council just had a series of orgasms. Yes ... let's move in tighter on that pussy. You'll note, ladies and gentlemen, how semen is dripping from its hairy lips."
"Well put Ralph. Indeed that is semen and it appears to be dripping onto the floor. You know it's a great thing that we're able to get so many close-up shots of twitching cunts."
"It is indeed."
"You notice that in slow motion that the space commander seemed to have enormous range in shooting his wad."
"Yes, I noticed that."
"That may pay off in later years but maybe it's a little early to speculate."
The announcer looked at his watch and realized it was time to go. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being with us at this celebration banquet. I regret to say that we must return now to our regular programming but Frank and I will keep you informed of any special events as they come up..."
Those were his last words. The two commentators, having sipped some wine as they were speaking, ran onto the floor to join the orgy. The cameraman had just enough control to pull back to a long shot of the writhing celebrators and then fade to black.
So what was I doing while all this was going on? You think I was just calmly watching the proceedings? Not on your life. I did have one advantage. I knew how the drug worked and I'd been given some training in how to resist it. I was also the only one except Jones who knew he'd taken something.
This left me with an opportunity most men only dream about. I walked slowly about the floor casually observing the fucking and deliberating as to which scene I would join. Would I care to get my cock sucked? No ... not in the mood for that at the moment. How about sucking on a hairy slit? A bit too messy I decided. Off to my left I heard several screams. The Galactic Network announcers had stripped off their clothes and were all but attacking a young earth-moon maiden.
I had always wondered about Ralph and Frank. Did they really have sexual organs? Indeed they did. Ralph unlimbered one of the hugest cocks I've ever seen and proceeded to slam it inside the maiden's fuck chute. Too bad that wasn't being televised.
Over to my right I saw three men and three women fucking next to each other. Their asses rubbed against each other as they pistoned back and forth. Far back in the room were my girls: Lola, Anne, Cathy and Eloise. They were taking on all comers and giving them the ride of their lives.
I finally knew what I wanted. I wanted peace and quiet. I was tired of excitement and tired of orgies. I walked right on past the spasming cocks and twitching cunts to the exit door. By now the noise was almost deafening with the sound of orgasmic releases.
"I'm coming ... Oh God ... I'm coming."
"Stick it in me stick it in me."
"Fuck me ... Fuck me."
I opened the door and shut it again. Now I was standing outside on the surface of HAN II. The stars were beautiful. I could see the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper ... The Seven Sisters ... The Archer. I took in a deep breath of the artificial air. It was a welcome relief from the musty odor of the orgy. For a second I imagined myself in ancient earth times. I was a shepherd lost in the mystery of space. Those were not stars, they were heavenly oracles giving me signs and guidance.
"Penny for your thoughts," I suddenly heard a voice say. I turned around and saw Carla. I was astonished. She had lost none of her regal bearing. So was as classy now as when I had first seen her. Her magnificent silk robes cascaded around her curvaceous frame. Her lips were moist and inviting.
"How come you aren't at the orgy?" I asked.
"The only thing I wanted was you."
"But the drug?"
"I don't like alcohol. I never drank the wine."
Of course. Now I remembered. And I was pretty damned happy. We walked arm and arm under the stars for awhile commenting on their beauty and exchanging memories of love poems. I knew quite a few since I'd spent so much time by myself in space that I'd had nothing else to do but read. Carla was warmth itself beside me. She stroked my hair and touched the back of my neck. We sat down on a planetoid bench and I gently leaned over and kissed her. Maybe all the screwing around had depleted my glands and therefore made me impervious to the drug. Maybe all I really wanted was Carla's warmth and this brought me above chemicals. I really didn't care. All I wanted was to hold this lovely woman in my arms.
I shall not go into the details of what happened to me that night, but it shouldn't take much imagination on your part to figure out that it was one of the most blissful and satisfying nights of my life. The next morning was certainly an interesting one. There were the most important officials in the galaxy, lying around with terrible hangovers and naked as J-Birds on the floor of the banquet hall. As politicians they knew what to do, they tried to cover the whole thing up with pompous phrases, calling for investigations and the like, but none of that mattered. The whole Solar System had seen them in three-dimensions and in living color. Nothing they could say could counteract that.
Each of them hastily put on his rumpled clothes and left the hall for his private room.
I agonized for a long while. It was tempting to take Carla's offer and return with her to Mars. She would provide me with everything I'd ever wanted and with my new found honors I'd be able to get the cushiest job in the system.
"Please do it," she pleaded. "We could be very happy and it's about time to settle down."
I was laying next to her on my bed in the presidential suite. She was loveliness itself. Carla came to show me the ways of beauty and love. I paused a long time before I answered her. "I have a job to do in space," I said. "Our voyages may appear frivolous but I'm proud of our work. It is because of us that the men and women of the system can tolerate their existences and provide us with the raw materials to maintain our life styles."
Carla could tell by the look in my eyes that I didn't wish to discuss the subject any further. She sighed and rolled on her back.
"You do have time to take care of one last piece of unfinished business don't you?"
"Yes," I said.
I dove my cock between her parted thighs and didn't stop until afternoon.
* * *
By the time anyone had figured out what had happened, J. Pierpoint Jones was long gone. He had headed out to some god-forsaken part of the Solar System by "borrowing" a tiny cruiser that had been part of the fleet of some big shot. He did leave an I.O.U. which, because of his heroics, somewhat palliated the officials.
The planet emptied rapidly. I bid a long, sad goodbye to Carla and told her that I would never forget her. I'd be returning to Mars in a few months and she would be the first person I'd see. I watched her leave and my eyes moistened slightly.
"Don't take it so hard," Eloise said to me.
"There'll be plenty in space to divert you."
"Sure," I said.
The four girls were set and raring to get on to our next adventure. The S.S. Lust had been given a new set of paint and spanking new engines. The interior had been redecorated and covered with plaques to commemorate our victory. The equipment room too, had been refurnished. We had several new fantasy holograms which I was eager to try out and an advanced model pussy pulsator.
In a few hours we were in deep space. I was once again sitting in front of the familiar control board looking at the screen. The four girls were plotting our courses and completing calculations. I felt good, really good because I knew that once again I was home.
* * *
I leave you with one thought. The Radons. Sadoff had been defeated but he was not the man to stay down and certainly would never forget that we had played an instrumental part in his defeat. Somewhere he was watching us and waiting. Somehow he would get back at the Galactic Services and us. I knew that from that moment on I would always have to be on my guard.
EPILOGUE
I knew that by rights this manuscript should end here with the S.S. Lust moving rapidly on to its next voyage, but so many people have asked me questions after our famous rescue that I am forced to tell you a bit more about my personal life. The news conference was harrowing, and here's just a sample of the questions.
"How big is your dick?"
"Two feet," I said.
"How tall are you?"
"Seven feet."
"Who was your first love?"
"It wasn't a whore. You see, I was wandering around the zoo when I was a kid..." Well, I guess you get the point.
I don't mind writing a fast-paced, thrilling adventure story and I don't even mind telling about my sexual escapades, but I don't like nosy reporters asking things that I have no intention of answering.
"How'd you get the name Rimer?"
"My mom and dad were drunk at the time they named me."
"How about the name Andrew Jackson?"
"My granddad was a Civil War buff."
I sometimes wonder about reporters. They ask questions which a three year old can figure out the answers to. I mean one time I was watching the intergalactic news and this beautiful young thing who couldn't have been more than twenty, ran up to this space captain who had a horrendous wound from a big battle with the Radons.
"How do you feel," she asked him.
What the hell'd she expect him to say.
"Oh just fine, just fine. I love the way my skin is charred and my body is riddled with bullets."
"Is that so?" the reporter asked.
"Yes. And I'm looking forward to my stay in the hospital with a lot of tubes sticking in me."
You get the idea. And that's how I felt as they continued to pummel me.
"What do you mean you have a two foot dick?" this cute lady asked me.
"It's a real problem ma'am," I told her. "Some ladies get very upset when they see it."
"Oh."
"Would you like to see it?"
She screamed and fell to the ground. And I hadn't even undone my zipper.
The girls decided that as long as I was going to have fun with the press, that they were going to join in.
"Anybody think they can out last me?" Anne asked.
The dumb-ass reporters were silent. They're pretty good at asking ridiculous questions but they can't answer them.
"We're asking the questions," the brilliant ones shot back.
"Go right ahead," Lola said.
"You ladies consider yourself whores?" a tactful gentleman asked.
"No. We consider ourselves necessary parts of the Galactic Space program."
"Do you consider yourself a whore?" Eloise asked the reporter. "I mean you work for money and from what I've seen of your writing you don't do a very good job of it."
I stepped in at this point. I didn't like the idea of our having bad relations with the press. Oh, you can kid those guys plenty, but who wants to be on their enemies list? Those guys can kill you and I felt it was our responsibility to at least humor these monkeys. The girls must have read my thoughts.
"Just how big is your cunt?" a reporter asked Cathy.
"It's just large enough to accommodate Rimmer's cock and since it's about two feet long, you'll have to use your imagination to figure how big my tunnel is."
"I see," the reporter said, busily taking notes. "You people have a lot of orgies on board."
"Well we fuck plenty," Eloise said. "All together?"
"You ever see people fucking separately."
"Good point," I said.
"You try to fuck separately," Lola said, "and you'd be masturbating and we all know how bad that is for the health."
"Indeed," an older reporter said.
"Ever use a hologram?"
"I have," I answered honestly. "We have the best fantasies of any ship on the fleet."
"We all made a couple," the girls said.
"Yeah," Eloise said, "I played a space spider who goes around sucking up men and luring them into my web. They are like flies as they struggle around and then I go to them and fuck them for all they're worth. Anyone here like to do that?"
"No," came the unanimous and frightened replies.
"Could you tell us about your first sexual encounter, Captain Rimmer," a young lady asked me.
The young lady had on a tight fitting skirt, through which I could see the contours of a delightful ass. She had medium sized breasts that pushed out her space jacket in just the right way.
"Sure I'll tell you," I said.
I thought back to my college days when I knew the best way to find not only a pretty girl but one who would fuck like a bunny rabbit was to take an art history class. I can't tell you why exactly but art history classes have the best looking twat on any campus.
The instructor was pretty dull. He was talking about a famous twentieth century artist who always made violins look like little square shoe boxes.
"Note the delicate shading on this box," he said. I was thinking of the boxes that were surrounding me.
"Oh professor, professor," an excited hand went up.
"Yes."
"That doesn't look like a violin, it looks like a shoe box."
"You have to use your imagination."
"I am."
"You must look beyond mere paint and into the soul of the artist."
"I am."
"Stop saying that."
"Alright."
It was not a very articulate interchange. But who the hell cared. The girl was only eighteen and had on a pair of jeans that were so tight I couldn't understand how the hell she walked in them. I could see the crevice of her ass beneath the material, and, it might have been my imagination but I'd swear I saw her pussy hair in the front.
"Mr. Holloway painted this picture so that he could portray the inner essence of music on canvas."
"Really?" the girl asked.
"Yes. Really."
"He could have saved a lot of paint if he'd just taken a snapshot," another dim witted undergraduate said.
The teacher looked as if he was going to have a stroke. He was one of those guys who'd spent a great many years studying the brush stokes of an eighteenth century genius and he couldn't be bothered by undergraduates. But the chairman of the department forced him to do so and thus here he was, manfully struggling against the freshman mind.
"Do you have any opinions, Rimmer?" the man asked me, hoping that a male would add some intelligence to a lecture that had considerably degenerated since its opening.
"I can see your point," I said. I sensed fifty beautiful young bodies turning in my direction.
And I didn't need a slide rule to calculate what those fifty bodies contained. If there were fifty girls, that would be one hundred breasts and fifty cunts.
"Go on Rimmer," the professor said hopefully.
I knew this was my big chance. Nothing gets freshmen girls wetter, quicker than to hear a seemingly erudite student expounding on some esoteric piece of art. "The artist was obviously influenced by the nineteenth century impressionists. He adapted the techniques he'd seen in Paris and Madrid, then used them in New York after he observed a concert in which several jazz musicians were playing."
"Yes, yes," the professor said.
"He realized that he had to paint in the American traditions which stands out in marked contradistinction to the European."
A young girl to my left started to sigh. I could hardly help noticing how her fresh tits were punching out her tweed sweater. As she took deep breaths, the material flared out making her tits look even bigger. I didn't give a fuck about art. I wanted to suck those breasts.
"At any rate," I said, trying to pull myself together, the artist expressed himself in Violin on the Window Sill as an American who wanted to establish himself as a modernist, yet not alienate himself from his more down to earth colleagues.
"Excellent," the professor said.
The impetuous girl to my left was creaming in her panties. I knew I had her in the palm of my hand.
The bell rang and the class full of fine looking ladies made an exit.
I tried to act like Mister Cool. Don't say a word. Don't put your cards on the table. My plan paid off. The freshman girl who'd asked a lot of dumb questions came running up to me.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Andrew Jackson Rimmer," I said.
She was a fine looking piece alright. She had on one of those adorable little tweed skirts that came just above her knees, white socks and loafers and a tight-fitting navy blue sweater. She had long blonde hair and looked as if she'd just stepped off Malibu Beach.
I think I forgot to tell you that I went to college at the University of Santa Barbara which while it produces its share of scholars, its also known for the beauty of its coeds and their inordinate desire to party.
Well, as I told you at the beginning, this was my first sexual encounter, so despite the fact that I was trying to act cool, I was really shaking in my shoes. But I have such fantastic natural aptitude that I figured everything would come naturally for me.
"What's your name?" I asked. "Patricia Getton."
"Getton?"
"That's right. Getton."
She smoothed out her skirt and sucked in a huge breath of the delightful California ocean air. I wasn't sure I could contain myself much longer. I'd been around plenty, but somehow I'd never really fucked and I couldn't wait much longer.
"Are you an art history major?" she asked. "Yes."
"Were you impressed by my knowledge."
"Oh very much so. You were brilliant."
"Thank you."
We kept walking for sometime, exchanging inanities when she looked up with big dewy eyes and asked me if I'd care to go swimming.
"Sure," I said.
"Meet me at the beach in half an hour."
She mentioned a beach where everyone went around naked. I always worried about the place, especially with a girl like Getton because I feared a permanent erection.
One half hour later, Pat appeared. She was wearing sandals, jeans and a t-shirt which said, "Please Touch" right where her tits stuck out. It was an invitation if I'd ever seen one.
"I just love the water," she said, lifting up her shirt and slipping it over her head.
I've always loved to watch sexy ladies undress and this time was no exception.
She had on a bikini top that was so small, you could have folded it up and put it inside a thimble.
What was really remarkable about it was that it somehow suspended two of the largest globes I'd ever seen. The top mass of her tits literally tumbled over the bikini top and I could just barely catch sight of her nipples.
She wiggled out of her jeans, finally revealing a bikini bottom that was just as small as the top. It only half-way covered her ass, so that her crack was visible. It was so big and round that I couldn't wait to see the rest.
I took off my own jeans and slipped off my sneakers. I was wearing an orange, nylon bathing suit that tightly covered my cock. It bulged out of the trunks and would have bulged out considerably more if I hadn't turned my mind off Pat's boobs.
"Like to skinny dip?" she asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Okay."
It was the quickest yet I'd ever gotton. You see despite my prowess and all that I was still a bit afraid of girls at this tender point in my life and was reluctant to ask some of the best looking ones out. (In later years they'd all come to me, but that's another story.)
Pat reached in back and undid the catch of her bikini top. I held my breath to see what was going to happen. Well the top came off and Pat was nude from the waist up. What a set she had! Those huge tits were perfectly shaped. They rode high on her body and despite their bigness, looked plenty firm.
"Wow," I couldn't help from saying. She stretched like a cat getting up from a nap.
"Fantastic. Just fantastic," I said. "You're as much a piece of art as those paintings."
"Better, I hope," she said.
Indeed those breasts were damned better than that stupid abstract violin. They were pale pink, untouched by the sun. The nipples were ripe red and the large aureoles were a delicate shade of pink.
"Your turn," Pat said. "What do you mean?"
"If I'm taking off my clothes, you have to take off yours."
I don't have much to take off. I had only my swim trunks on. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled them down.
Pat gasped when she saw my cock come into view. Alright I'll admit it's not really two feet, but it is damned big and not a girl whose ever seen it hasn't been satisfied by it. I have fine rounded balls too. My pubic hair is blonde and curly.
"My, my," Pat said, "that's quite a big one."
"Sure is."
"Seen the inside of a lot of cunts."
"Plenty," I lied.
"Well it might see the inside of one more," she teased.
So saying she slipped down the bottom of her bikini so that she was stark naked. There weren't any other people around on the beach that day. Besides which, there's plenty of dunes and they form little private suites in which you can roll around without anybody seeing you.
A philosophical digression here. There are some women who look better dressed. Let's face it. Some ladies just have a knack for make-up and clothes and when you see them in the buff they just don't live up to expectations. But Pat was as perfect nude as she was with her clothes on.
Her proportions were exactly right. The massive tits complimented the large, rounding slope of her buttocks. She had a terrific looking snatch that I could tell was loaded with juicy, hot liquids.
I looked out at the reporters. They were getting really turned on by this story. And they were awfully anxious to hear what was about to come next. They were scribbling in their notebooks and I was not going to disappoint them. This would make a terrific feature for the Sunday feature section.
"Let's go in the water," Pat said.
"Sounds great."
The beach had plenty of oil on it but the water was cold and inviting. It was a hot day and I needed a little refreshment. The waves weren't very big which may account for the absence of people. Usually there were plenty of surfers around and it was all you could do to stay alive in the water while those muscled beach bumbs aimed their boards for your head.
"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed as her feet hit the water.
She jumped up and it seemed like every part of that fantastic body jumped with her. Her tits arched upwards and her buttocks jiggled.
She persevered however and made a dash into the water, dove under it and disappeared for a moment. A few seconds later she bobbed up and she waved to me.
"Feels great!" she said.
I wasn't about to be standing on the goddamn beach with my dick in my hand so I ran into the water and dove under to get myself completely wet.
I stayed under water and swam up to Pat's feet. They were moving like flippers back and forth. I grabbed for the toes and worked my way up her thighs until I reached her marvelous, salt water tasting cunt. She giggled as I emerged from the water.
"Boy you don't waste much time."
"Life is short," I said.
She started to swim away from me, pretending that she was trying to escape my powerful arms, but she was careful not to move too fast.
I quickly caught up to her and took a large grab of one of her tits. Then I put the nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it.
"Ewwwwwww," she said.
"Yummmmmmmm," I said.
We played around in the water like this for a couple of minutes while the waves splashed over us. It was a great sensation, feeling this soft female flesh and being washed around by the ocean.
During a break in the waves, we ran to shore and made for one of the sand dunes. We struggled into a mound and held each other close.
I looked at her wide, sensual mouth which still had a trace of coral lipstick on it and pressed my lips against it. Pat kissed back, gently at first then with ravenous passion. She stuck her tongue against mine and did a tango with it.
I tried to act much more experienced than I really was, so I nonchalantly moved my hands over the jutting mounds, down to the dewy cavern between her legs. It didn't take me long to figure out what a clit was and I pulled, twitched and stroked it. It sure must have been something good, because Pat's eyeballs were rolling around and her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth as if she were a lizard.
"Stick it in. Stick it," she begged.
My cock was huge now. It was rock hard and ready to take the plunge. Pat spread her legs wide, and much to my pleasure, took the shaft in her hand and guided it into her hungry pussy.
Okay. So I'd heard lots of stuff in college bull sessions about how it's not so good the first time. That it's a disappointment. Well bullshit. Those guys just never did it with Pat is all I can figure out.
It felt super to have my dick between those warm pussy lips and feel her muscles grabbing and massaging my powerful organ feel the cum bubbling up in my balls and feel those tits rubbing against my hairy chest. "That's it ... oh fuck me."
"Yes ... yes."
"Harder!"
"Oh yes, I'll do it so hard you won't walk for a week."
I pumped in and out like a mad man until I heard Pat moan.
"I'm cummminnnnggggg," she cried.
She spasmed and let loose with a load of pussy fluid that ran over the sand.
My cock started spurting out hot loads of cum into that snatch. Pat kissed me afterwards and said it was the best fuck she'd ever had. And I felt great, not only because I'd lost my virginity in such a marvelous way, but because I'd managed to fool this experienced fox into thinking I was the world's best lover.
The reporters all applauded.
"Is that really true?"
"Every word I said. But you want to know the amazing part."
"Yes."
"Well, I learned later on that Pat was a virgin! She was using me the same way that I was using her."
"Well, finally the press conference came to an end and the girls and I were able to leave on our mission. The ladies were very impressed by my story.
"Don't be," I told them, "I made it all up."
"Why?"
"The real story isn't very interesting."
"Oh."
We were once again aboard our space cruiser headed for even more spectacular adventures than the ones I've described in this incredible volume. The stars beckoned. Out there, there were thrills unimaginable. I knew that in a little while, the girls and I would be experiencing them.
Space is indeed the last frontier. How much my mind had expanded since those days on earth. Once I had thought that all women were relatively the same not appreciating all the variations that might lie in the Solar System.
Once I had thought that earthling women were the best one could imagine. Not true. There were creatures in the great ether surrounding earth, capable of giving a man pleasures beyond what any mortal can conceive.
But you'll have to wait a while to hear about them, for the end of this volume is fast approaching.
I leave you with this thought. Imagine beings who are capable of stimulating every part of your erogenous simultaneously and do it in such a way that your pleasure is increased ten fold over what it would usually be.
This is what awaited me.
They awaited the girls too. Those magnificent ladies would soon be tasting pleasure as great as mine. More perhaps. They would learn things that would startle a generation.
* * *
"Increase speed," I shouted to the girls.
"Yes, captain," they said.
Our vessel zoomed through space on its way at stellar speeds to attend to its mission of pleasure.
