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Chapters 4, 5 & 6 have not been proof read yet!
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No more Sleeping Beauty

Shirlynn was the next to leave. No one really looked 
up as she got up and silently left the galley. Malu 
was the only one on the crew who was genuinely sorry 
that Shirlynn was having such insurmountable 
difficulties in fitting into the crew, but not a high-
status member herself, there was not much she could do 
about it.

Slowly making her way to the back-cabin, Shirlynn 
pondered the extraordinary happenings of the evening 
and marked Isidora down as a heroine, but did not 
really think about sharing a room with the sleeping 
giant. Far from being chaste, she was also not the 
sexual predator her mother had made her out to be, and 
she would have had no idea what to do with an 
unconscious man. 

She entered the cabin silently, as if afraid to wake 
him up. The room was pitch-black and she had no choice 
but to turn on the light. Quickly making her way to 
her bunk, she turned on the highly focused, battery-
operated spotlight by the bunk and killed the main 
light. 

Having actually fallen asleep after searching the room 
(and finding nothing), Lomax was awakened by the 
gentle scraping of the door. He kept his eyes closed 
and heard somebody entering the room. Shortly the main 
light was on, and then there was just a faint light 
and the rustling of someone getting into the other 
bunk. 

Given the size of the ship, Lomax had really expected 
to be left alone in the cabin. He wondered shortly 
what to do if he needed to take a piss, but realizing 
that the masquerade could not go on forever in any 
case, he decided not to worry. 

Shirlynn quickly stripped down to T-shirt and panties, 
slipped under the covers and turned off the spotlight. 
At first it just felt great to be back in bed. It had 
gotten pretty late and she should really have been 
exhausted, but was still psyched from the eventful 
evening and rest did not come easy. 

It was not really under her conscious control: her 
fingers just crept down to her panties and under the 
rim. Slowly massaging the outer lips, she felt the 
fire returning and remembered how close she had been 
when the captain's toy disturbed her. Quickly she was 
back in the mood and had pushed the panties down and 
off, the slumbering giant in the next bunk long 
forgotten. 

At first Lomax was sure that his strained nerves were 
playing a trick on him. Reacting to a distinct female 
odor that he could almost sense, he felt himself 
hardening significantly. Some time passed before he 
picked up on the rustling of her blanket. Even later 
he heard her breathing getting heavy and deliberate. 
Fully realizing that he was in a room with a 
masturbating woman, Lomax jr. quickly hardened to full 
attention. 

Opening his eyes, Lomax tested the darkness. It was 
not entirely black. The moon was still out and the 
porthole let in just enough light for him to see the 
silhouette of the woman. Sure enough, she was 
masturbating. Moving surprisingly quickly and silently 
for such a large man, Lomax removed his blanket and 
sat up on the bunk. The woman was now moaning 
continually and did not appear to hear him. There were 
less than three full steps to the other bunk; taking 
two, Lomax got as close as he dared and crouched on 
the floor. 

At first he thought the light and his nerves were 
playing a trick on him: The woman masturbating on the 
bunk was no woman; she was a child. Her eyes closed, 
blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and shining 
white teeth biting her lover lip, she appeared 16, 
maybe 17 at the most. Lomax quickly decided that she 
probably just had one of those young faces; after all: 
what would make a teenage girl travel with a 
commercial freighter? 

Even if he had known that she really was just 17 it is 
highly unlikely that anything would have gone 
differently. Lomax was many things, but picky was not 
one of them!

Given the circumstances another man might just have 
grabbed his dick, whacked off and gone back to bed, 
but Lomax had never gotten the hang of masturbation. 
Instead, acting on the spur of the moment as was his 
nature, the naked Lomax rose and yanked the blanket 
off the girl. 

She was slim and beautiful. The T-shirt covered her 
upper body, but the tits seemed nice and firm. Her 
hips were kind of narrow and she had long, shapely 
legs. For almost a full second, time appeared frozen 
and Lomax just enjoyed the image of the exposed, 
flustered girl. Then she inhaled sharply, apparently 
preparing to scream. 

Again moving with an impressive, almost impossible 
speed for such a large man, Lomax covered her mouth 
(actually her entire lower face) with his left hand 
and wagged his right index finger in her face. The 
hand on her face was so heavy and felt so powerful, 
that she could actually imagine him crushing her face 
in just by applying more force.

Lomax had that raw and keen instinct that drives most 
large predators. Looking down into her large 
frightened eyes his instincts told him that she was 
already broken and was his for the taking. He let his 
large right hand move slowly down her body, around her 
private parts and down her thigh in one long caressing 
movement like a lover would, sending the implicit 
message perhaps, that she could have it light or 
rough, but that she would get it either way. Holding 
her eyes with his, he said:

"I'm going to take my hand away. You won't scream, 
will you?" Feeling her trying to shake her head, he 
moved his right hand back up her body, and said, 
"We'll have a great time!" and let go of her face with 
his left hand just as the right hand reached her 
pussy. She had never gotten around to closing her legs 
entirely and his hand reached the area of her mons 
finding it totally bare, though not smooth. There was 
a slight scraping that suggested that her last shaving 
was perhaps 3 or 4 days hence. Moving downward he 
heard her suddenly sucking in air and her hips 
buckled. There was the same slight roughness on her 
outer labia, but, reaching the opening of her pussy, 
he forgave all: she was entirely and totally soaked! 

Shirlynn had been undeniably frightened when she 
suddenly found the giant man looming over her. Many 
simultaneous thoughts had occurred to her all at once: 
The man had most likely been faking his 
unconsciousness, which could mean any number of things 
- most of them bad. 
She was all alone with him and had not a chance in 
hell of defending herself against him. 
His cock was rock hard, long and slim. She had never 
had a cock that long, she was sure. She was just as 
sure that in a minute she would have.
Realizing that, she also realized that she would give 
it willingly, even eagerly. It was this that she was 
about to indicate, when he assumed that she was about 
to scream.

She had then been really frightened when she felt the 
immense power of the hand that covered her mouth. What 
if he was an insane killer and would not settle for 
straight sex? With his hand caressing her pussy with 
surprising softness they were rapidly getting on the 
same page and she reached out to caress his cock. 

When her hand connected with his slim shaft, he looked 
down approvingly and got down on his knees to ease her 
access. With that he moved both hands to her neck and 
grabbed hold of the neck of her T-shirt as if he 
wanted to pull her somewhere. After a short bulging of 
his massive arms, the T-shirt ripped and he tore it 
all the way to the bottom where he ripped the rim too 
and released the sides exposing a pair of nice, round 
tits with large dark red areolas and small, but stiff 
nipples.

"I'd have taken it off, you know!?" she said smiling. 

"Faster and more impressive" he said granting her one 
of his predatory smiles. 

'And a reminder that I am all at his mercy' she tried 
not to think. The knot of fear from being alone with a 
total stranger returned. She studied his features as 
he fondled her newly exposed breasts lightly. In the 
half-darkness he had classical facial features that 
looked like something sculpted in marble. For an 
instant the kind face of a potential lover and the 
shadow of something immensely cold seemed superimposed 
on that face, then the illusion was gone and he smiled 
at her with wide even teeth and moved his hand back to 
her crotch.

The moment his hand reached the area of her clitoris, 
she tightened her grip on his cock, closed her eyes 
and starts making small moaning noises in time with 
his caresses. At first he just rubbed the clitoral 
hood and let his fingers trail the slight roughness of 
her outer lips, sometimes just touching, but not 
entering her moist opening. 

After a while he felt her slowly beginning to rub his 
cock, which she had just held until then. One cannot 
just pull aimlessly back and forth on an eight-inch 
cock; the skin cannot move that much and pain will 
incur where pleasure was intended. He had had to 
educate a lot of women to this fact, but she did it 
just right from the word go. 'Born slut' he thought, 
'Just can't beat bad genes!'

He was still massaging her slowly and lightly, but now 
moved his hand directly to her clitoris and rubbed it 
directly with two fingers. She immediately inhaled 
sharply and flung open her eyes that now seemed nearly 
as predatory as his. Moving purposely to the rim of 
the bunk and bowing her head, she stepped up the 
stimulation too. 

He did not move to accommodate her plan but even given 
the somewhat awkward angle there was more cock than 
she could possibly fit in her mouth. It was not very 
wide; maybe little more than two of her fingers side 
by side, and that dimension caused her no trouble. The 
length was another matter entirely and she gripped it 
firmly by the base to prevent him from pushing too 
much of it into her mouth. She had never attempted 
deep throating a cock and was not about to. Throwing 
up on him would, she felt, be a turnoff. 

Given the circumstances, most men would have stopped 
what they were doing, gripped her head with both hands 
and have given her as deep a scull-fuck as they would 
have been allowed. Lomax was not, as has been implied, 
like most men and he was already beyond blowjobs. He 
moved his hand back down to her hole. Her outer lips 
framed tiny inner lips, which only just protruded from 
the outer ones. 

Feeling her tinyness Lomax hesitated slightly. In his 
life, he had done many things that he was not proud 
of, but to the best of his knowledge he had never 
raped a child. He experimentally inserted his index 
finger in her pussy to the first knuckle and felt a 
heavenly tightness. He even had to apply force the get 
a single finger into her. This was going to be great!

Lomax got up abruptly, causing his cock to make an 
audible 'plop' when it left her sucking mouth. He went 
to one of the unused bunks and examined it shortly. 
The 'mattress' was an unmovable leather contraption 
applied directly to the wood. He took hold and simply 
tore it out of the wall. Then he placed it centrally 
on the floor and indicated with an inviting hand 
gesture that the bed was ready. 

Shirlynn had followed him intensely and was already on 
her way when he placed the torn bunk. Going there she 
shed the torn T-shirt (after wiping her mouth in it). 
Lomax was kneeling at the end of the mattress (nee 
bunk) and she stopped a foot away from him, straddling 
the mattress. They were nearly eye-to-eye and she 
marveled again at his hugeness. 

"Where do you want me?" she asked coyly. Instead of 
answering her, he put his right arm behind her back, 
grabbed both her ankles with the other and swung her 
off the ground. Thinking that he would drop her, she 
gave a shriek and went rigid, but almost immediately 
it became apparent that she was not falling anywhere - 
he just held her level for a second while she got used 
to the thought that he could easily carry her weight. 
When she relaxed, he let go of her right leg and, 
still supporting her back and her left leg, pulled her 
slowly toward him. 

When she realized what he was planning, she 
immediately bent both her legs and arched her back to 
grant him access. His cock was still hard and ready 
and after only a couple of tries it connected with her 
pussy. Moving forward from there proved much more 
difficult that he had expected though. Her flesh felt 
totally unyielding, his cock bent and slipped but got 
no further. 

Laying her down he gave her a strange look:

"Are you a virgin?"

"No!", she said and laughed, "I'm definitely no 
virgin. I was flying for the first time and was half 
bent over! Can you blame a girl for cramping up?" She 
smiled coyly, "Try it now, sailor. I've got room!" 
With that she spread her legs and her arms invitingly. 
He quickly moved up and placed himself at her pussy 
again. She looked tiny enough to crumble under him, 
but there was no way back now. 

Applying only the faintest pressure they both enjoyed 
the pre-fuck intensity. He put two fingers up to her 
mouth and into it. First she just sucked on them, but 
then she caught on and assembled as much saliva as she 
could. He took the dripping fingers out of her mouth 
and applied the moisture to his cock without taking it 
away from her hole. 

Then he clearly decided that the wait was over and 
pressed into her in one long steady movement. She had 
told the truth, she was no virgin. She was just 
incredibly young and tight. Luckily she was quite deep 
and Lomax could almost get his entire tool into her. 
When he hit bottom she gasped and grabbed his arms 
trying to pull him down on top of her. He let her have 
her way and bent down to her. Supporting himself by 
his elbows he covered her entirely and she was in the 
perfect position to bite into one of his nipples.

Placing just a little more weight on her, he seemed to 
forget about her and just worked his cock in and out 
of her without lifting his upper body. She worked with 
him, finding his rhythm and accepting his weight. 10-
15 strokes he gave her, and then he rose again and 
locked eyes with her. Bending down he kissed her full 
on the lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She 
accepted this new intrusion into her body and suckled 
on it slowly and deliberately. 

With this he stepped up his pace and rammed his cock 
into her with total abandon. She lost all remaining 
control and just moaned in sync with his thrusts. He 
rose entirely, grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees 
to her chin. With free access he could get deep enough 
to hurt her, but at exactly that time she had an 
orgasm and her legs started to spasm wildly. 
Incredibly Lomax had to fight just to stay inside her. 
When the flexing reached her cunt muscles Lomax lost 
control and started spewing his load into her. He 
pumped twice and then just stopped deep inside her 
unloading thick jets of sperm for what seemed like 
minutes on end. 

Then he came to and realized that he was still 
pressing her knees down around her ears. He quickly 
let go and her legs fell powerlessly to the floor. He 
pulled out of her slowly allowing himself to enjoy the 
now almost painful tightness of her pussy. 

"That." he said, ".was what I needed. Thanks honey!" 
He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead. 
Without further ceremony he got up, wiped himself on a 
spare sheet and went back on his bunk. Within a few 
minutes he was snoring away. 

Shirlynn felt run over and remained on the floor for a 
long time. She might even have napped a little, but in 
the end it got too cold. She rose on shaking legs and 
took inventory. She had at least 10 sore spots that 
were just waiting to turn into bruises. Sperm was 
running down her legs and into the cracks of the 
wooden floor. The room was a mess and smelled so 
heavily of sex that you could have carved the smell 
out with a knife. Shirlynn abandoned all hope of 
straitening out the room and just opened the porthole 
to get rid of the worst stench. Then she staggered 
over to her bunk, lay down and passed out.