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story, "Vice Versal"
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VICE VERSAL
by Felix Lance Falkon
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Captain Williams of the SpaceCruiser **Terrible Swift Sword*
glared at the welcoming committee: ten grey-robed natives of the
planet Luur. **Entirely humanoid in appearance,* he thought, **except
for being blue-haired and yellow-eyed, instead of . . .* The captain
took a deep breath. **No noticeable smell to them, either; and Waarg,
that town they came from, looks reasonably civilized. Still . . .* He
interrupted the tallest's native's welcoming speech: ``How in the name
of Enlightenment do speak English?''
``Your -- ah -- captainship? -- well, in moving-picture tapes and
micro-books was dealing the trader David --''
Missionary Enlightener Smith, standing to the captain's left,
broke in: ``Traders are instruments of Evil!''
``Your -- ah -- enlightenship is being correct, but it is because
of this trader's wares that we are learning your language.''
``This will all be in my report,'' said Captain Williams.
``A report, your captainship?''
``Our mission is to report on your suitability for a full
Enlightment Team. It helps that some of you understand English, but
prompt action is urgent to overcome the corruption spread by an
accursed Free Trader.''
``Corruption, your captainship?'' asked another Luurian member of
the committee. ``It is that humankind and Luurkind be much the same,
except for certain details of sex, and --''
``We are here to spread Enlightment,'' said Missionary
Enlightener Smith, looking -- the captain thought -- rather more upset
than the circumstances called for. ``We will not listen to depravity.
Now, where is this wretched trader?''
``Buried, your sirships.''
``Buried?'' asked the captain.
``Had to, your captainship,'' said a third Luurian. ``He died
more than twenty tendays ago. Should your captainship wish, we could
re-cavate him for you.''
``Re-cavate?'' asked the Missionary Enlightener.
``Probably means `excavate','' said the captain.
``Leave his bones to rot,'' said the Missionary Enlightener.
``His soul surely fries in Hell. The Free Traders -- and all who are
--''
``Later, later,'' interrupted the captain. ``I shall give shore
leave to some of my SpaceCrewmen and SpaceTroopers. Tell your -- uh --
people that if they are harmed, a great many of you will join the Free
Trader in the ground. Later, we shall . . .''
That evening, from a dark doorway, two hooded shadows watched the
liberty party from the **Terrible Swift Sword* enter the Port-City of
Waarg. The spacemen, Crewmen in white, Troopers in green, separated
into smaller and smaller groups as they fanned out along the cobbled
streets. One of the hooded pair asked, ``Everything ready, Zarg?''
``Yes, O David. The inkas will take the ones in green --''
``The SpaceTroopers, Zarg.''
``-- and we afgos will take the ones in white --''
``The SpaceCrewmen.''
``There is one now -- nice build -- wide shoulders -- I think I
will take that one myself.''
``Okay -- but be careful, Zarg; be careful.''
**``You* are the one to be careful, David,'' said Zarg, his
yellow eyes twinkling. ``You are dead and buried supposed to be.''
SpaceCrewman Second-Class Buck Gregor usually thought of himself
as a fast worker; but tonight, those Luurians were giving **him*
lessons in speed. Scarce five minutes ago he, Don, and Jos‚ had been
standing in that lumpy street, wondering where to go next; now he was
upladders in Zarg's apartment, behind a folding screen in a side
alcove, stretched out on his back on the sleeping furs. He was naked
from the waist down, his shaft up and hard. He watched the blue-
haired, blond-eyed Luurian kneel astride his hips. The Luurian, who
hadn't given Buck time to strip off his shirt, still wore hood and
smock. The SpaceCrewman's throbbing shaft touched its target; and a
moment later, a tight, slippery channel swallowed his shaft to the
hilt.
``Buck -- I just had to sink your prong into me,'' sighed the
Luurian in a husky voice. ``You are so long and so hard.''
``Yeah?'' Buck pulled back a few centimeters, rammed himself in
to the hilt again. ``You damn near raped me, Zargy my gal.'' He pulled
back, thrust again. ``Uh -- look -- I usually fuck naked -- do you
mind? But I'll come before I can strip unless you stop squeezing my
cock with those muscles inside your -- ah, that's better.'' Buck
squirmed out of his shirt, tossed it aside. His hands roamed over his
own broad chest for a moment, powerful muscles taut under his fingers.
``That cunt of yours -- wow! And the way it grips my fucking shaft --
it's -- it's -- wow!'' He relaxed with a sigh on the sleeping furs,
watched Zarg slide up and down on his prong for a moment. ``Hey, now
that I'm naked, 'less it's 'gainst your religion or something, how
'bout taking off your hood and stuff too.''
A few twists of the cobble-bricked streets away, SpaceTrooper
Lance-Corporal Larry Dean was petting up a storm. Across the little
apartment, one ladder up from the street, his buddy Eric was doing the
same on the other couch with Gruja's roommate, Ralla.
Suddenly, Gruja wriggled out of Larry's embrace and murmured,
``It's too hot for that, with all these clothes.''
``Well, slip into something more comfortable,'' Larry said, then
sat, stunned, as the Luurian whipped off her upper garment, displaying
the most magnificent pair of mammae Larry had ever seen outside of a
wet dream.
Gruja dodged Larry's arms and giggled. ``You too; you be naked
too, Larry my love.''
``Well -- all right,'' the SpaceTrooper sighed, trying to sound
reluctant, but his fingers were tearing open his coat and shirt. When
he had stripped to the waist, he paused to let the Luurian get a good
look at his broad, powerful chest and well-muscled arms, then reached
for her again.
``Oh, Larry, you're so strong; you're just like a he-parth in the
rutting season,'' the Luurian sighed, running hands over Larry's
biceps as he fondled those magnificent breasts. Out of the corner of
his eye, Larry saw another coat fly through the air; Eric and his mate
were stripping too. Larry grinned and drew Gruja into a lusty hug that
pressed her nipples into the thick band of muscle that sheathed his
chest. A squirm and a little wriggle drove those firm points against
his bare skin. After a moment, Larry relaxed his hold and dropped his
hands to his belt.
``Now, I'm hotter than ever,'' Larry sighed.
``Well --'' Gruja let her hands slide down Larry's bare torso.
``only -- you first, this time.''
``Okay,'' said Larry, opening his belt buckle.
In another part of the Port-City of Waarg, David told a dozen
blue-haired Luurian elders: ``. . . and even if Captain Williams
didn't flatten the whole city with a blast-bomb or two, kidnapping or
killing the liberty party would give the ship's Missionary Enlightener
more reasons to bring -- or drag -- this planet into the Interstellar
Revival Federation of Worlds, and then properly Enlighten you. And
with the space-fleet behind them . . .'' The trader ran his left hand
through his curly hair as he studied his audience. ``No, our best
chance is the plan we're working on right now, putting Captain
Williams in a situation so far out of control that he . . .''
Aboard the **Terrible Swift Sword,* Captain Williams was saying,
``Furthermore, Missionary Enlightener Smith, I am perfectly aware of
what my men are doing in that grubby Luurian town. However, we have
been in space for over 180 Earth-standard days, and your sermons on
the Torments of the Hereafter are getting pretty stale. Thank
Enlightenment we can at least keep their sinning to orthodox modes. If
we didn't have SpaceCrewmen reporting on SpaceTroopers and
SpaceTroopers reporting on SpaceCrewmen, a cruise this long would
be . . .''
For an instant, Zarg's smock covered Buck's face. He tossed the
garment aside, glanced down his own naked torso to Zarg's hips sliding
up and down Buck's rigid shaft, then stared, open-mouthed, at the
blue-haired Hercules who sat astride Buck, with -- Buck looked down --
with a cunt that gripped Buck's virile prong. And -- except for that
cunt -- Zarg was the very model of muscular, lusty manhood.
``But you're not -- damnation, you **are* Zarg -- but --'' Buck
took a deep breath. ``Stop -- leggo! Jos‚! Don!! **Help!''*
``Buck,'' grumbled Zarg reproachfully, ``What be wrong?''
Zarg's coupling rhythm slowed to a stop just as Don, naked from
the waist down, and Jos‚, completely nude, pulled the folding screen
aside and stared into the alcove. Their Luurian companions followed in
their wake.
``What the bloody fuck are you trying to pull on me,'' Buck
demanded, scrambling to his feet. ``I start out fucking a broad, and
now . . .''
``Yeah, what happened to your torpedo, guy?'' demanded Jos‚,
dropping to his knees for a closer look at Zarg's crotch.
``But nothing happened to it, and now Buck won't finish our
fuck,'' said Zarg, disappointment in his voice.
``Didn't you get your balls and bat cut off or something?'' asked
Don.
``Cut off? No, I -- **we* are all like this. Attax, take off your
fitbars -- your clothes and show them.''
The Luurian with Don promptly stripped, disclosing a physique
almost as muscular as Zarg's and an undeniable cunt at the crotch.
``I still don't believe it,'' gasped Don. ``You're all like that,
always?''
``Uh -- Buck?'' said Jos‚, still on his knees beside Zarg, ``How
was it? The fucking, I mean; you know, inside -- uh -- him?''
``Well,'' said Buck, his right hand straying to his half-hard
prong, ``it was the most muscular cunt I've ever gone into. Zarg's got
sort of a **rippling* grip on my cock that was driving me wild.
Another five seconds and I would of blasted.'' He shook his head sadly
and ran his gaze slowly over Zarg's muscular physique.
``Damn! You've almost talked me into trying him for myself,''
said Jos‚.
``Hey!'' yelped Buck.
``Well, if **you're* not going to . . .''
``Who said I wasn't?'' asked Buck. ``The more I think of that
cunt of yours, Zarg -- come on, let's finish this fuck -- only this
time, let me get on top.'' The naked SpaceCrewman grabbed his shaft
and pumped up another hard-on while Zarg stretched out on the sleeping
furs, powerful thighs spread wide. ``Okay -- here goes,'' Buck
announced as he climbed onto and **into* the muscular Luurian. . . .
Larry glanced around the room again; Eric, his SpaceTrooper
buddy, was stripping just as fast. They kicked off the last of their
green uniforms, exchanged knowing smiles, and turned to their Luurian
mates with stiff prongs ready for action. Larry watched Gruja wriggle
out of the clinging skirt. It hung for a moment from the front of her
hips, just as if -- Larry stared -- just as if big-breasted Gruja had
a hard-on too! Larry put out both hands, snatched, and gasped in
amazement: Gruja **did* have a hard-on, a quiveringly erect shaft
where her vulva should have been, a shaft at least five centimeters
longer than Larry's own virile spear.
Larry heard Eric cry out; Larry looked back over his shoulder;
yes, Ralla, Eric's Luurian, had a cock too. Stunned, Larry turned back
to Gruja.
``I be sorry, Larry. I be telling you first, but you were so
**fast* . . .''
``But -- but -- I mean, it looks so **real!* Or --'' Larry
paused, feeling cold all over. ``-- or is it them -- I mean -- your
breasts that are --''
``I be **all* real,'' Gruja snapped, then smiled. ``No, we be not
wearing falseness -- falsenesses?'' She smiled again, and stroked
Larry's arm. He warily perched himself on the edge of the couch, eyes
moving restlessly from the full, ripe torso to Gruja's stiff prong and
back to her shapely bosom while Gruja explained: ``All we inkas be
built like Ralla and me, with these --'' She patted her breasts. ``--
and these.'' She touched her rigid shaft.
``You mean the -- the Luurian men have the babies?'' Eric asked.
``No, silly.'' Gruja's giggle somehow didn't embarrass Larry at
all. ``The babies grow inside us inkas, and when they be born, we feed
them with our milk. The Luurian men be like you -- only not as
handsome, of course -- except they be with inside pipes, a hole
instead of this and this.'' He touched her own prong, then stroked
Larry's.
``And -- to mate . . . ?'' Larry asked.
``When fucking?'' Gruja giggled again. ``When I be fucking a
Luurian boy, I will be putting my shaft into his hole, and then we
will be thrusting together, in and out, in and out, just like
Earthkind people. The trader Dave had some books . . .''
``Yeah, yeah,'' said Eric. ``But to fertilize . . .''
``The boy Luurian be filling his hole with juices,'' explained
Ralla. ``His muscles be getting all tense, and he be breathing hard --
you Earthkind men be like that too?'' she asked anxiously.
``Y-yeah,'' said Larry. ``Only, with us, we squirt our -- uh --
stuff into Earth girls --''
``-- while we inkas be putting our shafts into the boy-Luurians
and be getting the -- stuff that way,'' said Ralla.
``Well,'' said Eric, sounding relieved and eager, all at once,
``as long as you're really girls . . .'' He pounced on Ralla, and in
an instant they were locked in a tight, squirming embrace.
Larry watched for a moment, then turned to Gruja. ``Anybody
stacked like you has **got* to be okay,'' he said, and pulled her to
him.
``Zarg, I don't care how much muscle you got,'' Larry panted, as
he slowed his stroke to keep from climaxing too soon, ``anybody with a
cunt like yours is okay by me.'' He was near -- too near -- but trying
to delay the climax, to savor the exciting grip of Zarg's channel that
squeezed and pulsed and squeezed with a muscular ripple that sucked
hard on his glans at the end of every impaling stroke. Zarg's body was
also a new experience for Larry: hard and strong instead of softly
feminine, a lusty stud whose powerful arms locked their naked bodies
together.
Buck lifted his head and glanced around Zarg's apartment. With
the folding screen out of the way, everyone was in view: Jos‚ mounted
on Attax, fucking with furious intensity; Don, now completely naked,
on his back with his Luurian mate astride his hips. Buck looked down
at Zarg again.
``Ready, O Buck?'' asked the blond-eyed Zarg, arms pulling his
and Larry's broad, muscular chests even tighter.
``Fuck yes!'' Buck accelerated his stroke. As he fucked, Zarg met
every thrust of Larry's injector with a powerful, upward jab of Zarg's
lean hips, driving them both to fuck faster, harder, harder still.
Buck fucked on, conscious of the wakening volcano in the roots of
his organs, conscious of Zarg's own approaching peak. He fucked on,
while that volcano, fully awake now, started to boil. Buck rammed
himself in to the hilt and went rigid while the volcano erupted with a
torrent of hot sperm and his prong jetted into Zarg's body. The naked
SpaceCrewman felt an answering surge as Zarg's muscles tensed and the
muscular Luurian flooded the tight passage with his own hot cream.
``Oh, Gruja,'' Larry panted, ``I can't hold back. I gotta -- I
gotta come somehow. If only --''
Gruja said, ``Just lean back -- that be it -- now '' She bent
over the SpaceTrooper's organs, and Larry felt a warm, wet tongue lick
his glans, felt hungry lips close around the barrel of his shaft.
Gruja's head began to bob.
Larry glanced across the room. Eric was lying back on the other
couch, his cock in Ralla's sucking mouth. The two naked SpaceTroopers
grinned at each other, then each turned back to watch the Luurian
working on his own shaft.
A Luurian elder was speaking with the air of a history professor;
David listened carefully. ``. . . and the Missionary Enlightment that
your people belong to --''
``Many, yes; but not all,'' said David.
``Aye; you said the Free Traders not join. But there be enough so
that your planets be a religious federation, and send out interstellar
fleets on crusade. It be somewhat like the Children of the Prophet of
our own history, a movement-thing which fell apart after one
generation.''
``That's what the historians with the Free Traders think will
happen to Missionary Enlightment,'' said David. ``But until
then . . .''
``Until then,'' said another Luurian elder, ``we hope that Luur
avoid enlightening. It seem -- seems a very without-joy religion
indeed.''
David nodded. ``And the Enlighteners are so terribly afraid of
sex, that . . .''
Larry decided it might be since Gruja had a cock herself that she
was so expertly working on his own. She brought him to the edge, to
the very brink of an explosive eruption a half dozen times before she
took him all the way, sucking with an indescribable clinging, hot
friction that brought a torrent of Larry's juices that went on and on
and **on,* until he fell back, drained, utterly satisfied, with Gruja
in his arms.
Buck and Zarg lay together, their naked, muscular bodies still
linked by Buck's shaft, watching the other couples fuck until everyone
had climaxed. Later, they sat -- still naked -- around a table,
nibbling on a supper that Attax and Zarg had cooked.
Zarg pulled out a ruler and insisted that the three SpaceCrewmen
erect their shafts again and measure themselves. Buck found he
measured one aarg -- about four centimeters -- longer than Don and
Jos‚, who tied.
``I knew I was long, but I never knew how much longer than other
studs,'' said Buck, happily waggling his stiffened prong in his
fingers.
``Why didn't you -- ?'' Zarg asked.
``It'd be worth Eternal Damnation and a death sentence if an
officer or a SpaceTrooper caught us doing anything like that aboard
ship,'' said Jos‚.
``But here, since we are not yet Enlightened,'' Zarg said, with a
wry smile, ``we have fun. Come on, Buck, we shouldn't waste a good
hard-on. This time, you take it easy and I am on top.'' The muscular
Luurian straddled Buck's hips and deftly impaled himself on the
SpaceCrewman's champion cock.
David and Zarg lurked in a shadowed doorway off the main street.
The hooded Luurian said, ``There go the last of them.''
SpaceTroopers in green uniforms, SpaceCrewmen in white, all
looking tired but **very* satisfied, hurried along the brick-paved
street towards the SpaceCruiser **Terrible Swift Sword.*
David asked, ``You got your teams ready for the next liberty
party, Zarg?''
``Teams all ready,'' said the Luurian. He chuckled. ``I think my
Buck was more surprised that we didn't ask for money than he was that
our sexual organs are the reverse of theirs.''
``Enlightenment,'' growled the trader.
Next evening, aboard the SpaceCruiser, black-robed Missionary
Enlightener Smith said, ``Captain Williams, I think we have overlooked
something about these -- ah -- Luurians.''
``I do my duty as regulations prescribe, Missionary Enlightener.
Are they obstructing your work in any way? All my men report that the
natives are most co”perative.''
``Perhaps **too* co”perative, Captain. We who are at the foremost
wave of Enlightenment should -- nay **must* --''
``Yes, yes, I heard your morning sermon, Missionary Enlightener.
Now, what do you propose to **do?''*
``I shall consult the **Newest Testament* for guidance.
Meanwhile . . .''
``Hi, Buck; you're late,'' said Jos‚ as Buck entered Zarg's
apartment two evenings later and found Jos‚ and Attax already naked
and fucking on the floor.
``Oh -- uh -- yeah. Hi, Attax.'' Buck said. ``Uh -- where's
Zarg?''
Without missing a stroke, Jos‚ pointed to the back room.
``Take me, Larry,'' panted Gruja. ``Take me, **please!''*
``But I **am* --''
``Like Eric's doing,'' panted the naked Luurian, ``take me like
that.''
The SpaceTrooper looked. Eric bent over Ralla's hips, mouth wide,
lips just engulfing the Luurian's shaft. Larry stared for a moment,
then turned to Gruja. His hand went out to her breasts, stroked across
them slowly. He kissed her lips, kissed her left breast, then the
right. Gradually he worked lower until her splendid shaft just grazed
the tip of his nose. Larry slid one hand back up Gruja's torso to her
breasts to remind himself that she was female, very female, in spite
of the warm, throbbing phallus just touching his lips. He put out his
tongue, licked the dark red glans. Somehow, glans followed tongue back
into Larry's mouth. He closed his lips, began sucking, and felt and
heard a gasp from Gruja. He kept sucking, and soon his hands left her
breasts and tightened themselves around the barrel of her shaft as
Larry settled down for some serious cocksucking.
At supper that night, Missionary Enlightener Smith said, ``I
don't understand why you are so worried, Captain Williams.''
``You wouldn't. Look: we have been here five local days now, and
there hasn't been any fighting between SpaceCrewmen and SpaceTroopers.
It isn't natural.''
``Have you considered that the evils of the flesh that you are so
happy to see them enjoying might be corrupting their souls?''
``There are things worse than a roll in a whorehouse bed,
especially after a trip this long. It's one thing for the men to be
getting all they can handle, what with the natives being so --
co”perative. It's another for them not to be fighting over the girls
they're bedding down with. It's almost as if troopers and crewmen are
chasing two entirely different batches of Luurians . . .''
In Zarg's apartment, the muscular Luurian stretched out on his
back. Buck climbed aboard, slid his cock in, and began a slow, easy
fuck.
``Zarg,'' said Buck, running his right hand over the powerful
arch of the Luurian's chest, ``I know it's been just a week, but it
feels like I've known you for -- for months. Now, I can't decide
whether it's that fabulous cunt of yours, or your muscles, or the way
you damn near rape me when you're hot.''
Zarg grinned. He pulled the naked SpaceCrewman closer; each
thrust drew them closer to orgasm. Two muscular bodies, locked
together, fucked with growing lust, fucked themselves towards a double
climax.
When he finished stripping, Larry turned to Gruja and said,
``Every time I get together with you, I get more fascinated by that
cock of yours.'' He glanced down at the throbbing shafts, his and the
Luurian's, then looked up and into Gruja's blonde eyes. ``I've just
got to find out how it feels -- Gruja, I want you to fuck me -- spike
my ass with your cock!''
The little group of Luurians quieted as David rapped for order.
He nodded respectfully to the elders, then turned to Zarg. ``Now?''
the curly-haired Free Trader asked.
``Now,'' said Zarg.
Gruja, sitting beside him, said, ``All our teams agree. Now.''
``Okay, then.'' David turned to the tallest elder. ``You know
just what you're going to tell the Missionary Enlightener?''
The old Luurian stood up. ``Tomorrow, I shall ask for . . .
guidance.'' He assumed a worried frown, shook his head sadly. ``The
hard part is not laughing, but I will be thinking sad thoughts.''
``I will miss Buck,'' Zarg sighed, as the elder departed.
``Captain, Captain, in the name of Enlightenment! Something
terrible, unspeakable, impossible --''
``Calm down, Missionary Enlightener Smith, **please!''* Captain
Williams settled himself behind his desk in the **Terrible Swift
Sword.* ``Now, what seems to be your problem?''
``A Luurian elder came to me for advice. He said he couldn't find
the answer in the **Newest Testament.* The Luurians all thought,
because of the difference in uniforms, that SpaceCrewmen and
SpaceTroopers are of different -- ahem -- genders, and -- and --'' The
black-robed Enlightener covered his face with both hands. After a
moment, he went on: ``It's horrible, horrible! All your men have been
seduced and led astray!''
``Well, as long as it's just a lusty romp with unEnlightened
girls --''
``But that's just it,'' wailed the Missionary Enlightener. ``They
**aren't* girls -- **none* of them! You see . . .''
``Up ship! Up ship! This is no drill!'' bellowed the ship's
external speakers as David and several Luurians watched from a safe
distance. ``All hands report to their stations on the run! crewmen,
man your take-off stations! Liberty parties, return at once, at once!
**Run!!* In the name of Enlightenment, **HUR-RY!''*
``David,'' said Zarg, after a few minutes, ``perhaps they decided
that we are not suitable for Enlightenment, and so we must continue
sinning.''
``So they have,'' David replied. ``And I think they're in a hurry
to leave.''
``So much so, O David,'' said a Luurian elder, ``that they even
now abandon some of their men. There it goes!''
And the **Terrible Swift Sword* leaped from the ground in a swirl
of dust and flame, then arrowed into the sky.
``. . . and in closing, it must be emphasized in this report that
the Luurians are utterly unsuitable for further contact by the
Missionary Enlightenment Federation. Only by the promptest action was
it possible to keep the **Terrible Swift Sword* from being infected
with Unspeakable Practices and Utter Depravity, either of which would
have threatened all of Enlightenment. Because of this extreme danger,
it was necessary to leave behind the following named personnel on
the . . .''
In the central square of the Port-City of Waarg, the tallest
elder ended his speech with: ``And so, in thanks for saving our planet
from Enlightenment and from the Missionaries of the Federation, we now
grant to you, O Trader David, anything whatever that you may desire.''
He paused while the assembled Luurians cheered and cheered again.
``Furthermore, we now declare this be -- this **is* a holiday in
celebration of our deliverance from . . .''
That evening, David climbed to his own apartment, one ladder up
from his trading office on the waterfront. Behind him climbed two
SpaceCrewmen, Buck and Jos‚, and a SpaceTrooper, Eric, all left behind
by the SpaceCruiser's panicky flight. Then came Zarg and a half-dozen
muscular young Luurian males.
When all had entered the apartment, David looked hungrily at the
waiting group. ``Well,'' he said, shedding his hooded robes, ``let's
get started.'' Zarg and the other Luurians began stripping; after a
moment of hesitation, the three men from the SpaceCruiser shed their
uniforms too.
Buck asked, ``Hey, David; there's one thing about this deal I
don't understand. I mean -- now I understand how you and the Luurians
fixed things so us crewmen shacked up with these guys, and the
troopers made it with the girl Luurians -- and then you made sure the
black-robe aboard ship found out about it, so they'd panic and run
before they got contaminated and all that.'' He tossed aside the last
of his uniform, stretched his naked body, and wrapped his left hand
around his stiffening prong. ``But the reward -- you could of asked
for **any*thing!''
David -- his own taut-muscled body naked by now -- grinned and
waved his right hand at the array of muscular Luurian virility. ``And
what's wrong with asking for Waarg College's body-building team,
anyway?''
One of the Luurians dropped to the rug, lay back, and spread his
powerful thighs; David climbed aboard and slid his stiffening prong
into the Luurian. As the trader began to fuck, he grinned up at Don
and said, ``What's so -- what'th tho thrange about that?''
Buck stared for a few seconds at the coupled pair, then started
to laugh. Zarg stepped within reach. Don pulled him to the rug,
mounted him, then drove his own shaft hilt-deep into Zarg. A moment
later, Jos‚ impaled a Luurian on his shaft; Eric watched the coupled
pairs for a moment more, then mounted another Luurian.
And as Buck fucked the lusty Zarg, he looked over at the pair
fucking beside him and said, ``Y'know, Eric; I'm wondering how Don's
making out aboard ship.''
SpaceTrooper Lance-Corporal Larry Dean finished stripping and
stepped into the shower room aboard the **Terrible Swift Sword* -- now
well clear of the Luurian star system -- and scowled at the room's
other occupant, SpaceCrewman Second-Class Don Stark.
Don scowled back. After liberty on Luur, the SpaceCruiser's
regulations were hard to take, especially the newest: any trooper
taking a shower had to be watched by a crewman, and **vice versa,* to
prevent the outbreak of Unspeakable Practices -- or worse. Don's scowl
faded into a thoughtful frown as he studied Larry's naked body. Except
for being blond-haired and blue-eyed, instead of the other way around,
the trooper looked a lot like Zarg: same clean-cut musculature, same
broad shoulders . . .
Larry's gaze slid down Don's body and stopped at the crewman's
stiffening cock -- a cock that looked a lot like Gruja's fascinating
shaft. The two men moved closer. Don stroked Larry's muscular chest;
Larry wrapped his fingers around Don's shaft.
Don broke the silence: ``Let's -- let's get started. . . .''
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