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The following is fiction etc...
I mean no disrespect to the author of the books I have taken my main
actors
from. Nothing of what you are about to read has ever happened.... If you
don't
like poeple enjoying one of the most natural things in life: SEX! , then
please
stop reading... etc. etc....
The Hitch Hiker’s Guide To the Galaxy: The new Story

 OK. I guess you’ve all read the original to this… You know what I’m
talking about, yeah? The great five-part trilogy by Douglas Adams. If
you haven’t, then please feel free to take a hike. Go hide under a rock
or something like that. But remember to take with you the book. (What do
you mean "what book"? The one I just told you about, moron!) Anyway….
This is a slightly different version of the story: This is where I tell
you how the characters behaved when Mr. Adams wasn’t watching…. And boy
did he miss out……


 Chapter 1: Facts about the Universe.

1. Area: Infinite.

2. Imports: None.
It is impossible to import thing into an infinite area, there being no
outside to import things from.

3. Exports: None.
See Imports.

4. Population: Infinite.
It is known that there an infinite number of worlds, simply because
there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. Only some of
these worlds are populated. But even if we say that only 2% of the
worlds were populated, this would still be an infinitely large number.
Even if we let the percentage drop to 0.00002%, it’s still infinitely.
>From this follows that the population is Infinite. This fact has two
major consequences for the young, love-seeking man:
The change that your Ms. Right is out there, is Infinitely big.
The traveling involved in finding her can get infinitely long and
boring….

5. Monetary Units: A lot.
Really can’t be bothered with nagging about this point. Just glance at
point 4, and I think you’ll get it…

6. Art: Sexed.
Since we have established that there are an infinite amount of people,
we can quickly say with great certainty that an infinite number of them
are artists. We can also say that these artists are sure to produce an
infinite amount of sex-related stories, nasty pictures, obscene
sculptures and such. It’s just a matter of finding this art, and having
the infinite amount of cash needed to buy it…

7. Sex: A lot.
This is the best point. In an infinite universe such as ours, there is
an infinite number of women, an infinite number of aliens who look like
women, and an infinite number of aliens that have body-parts that
resemble amiable parts of the female anatomy. (In other words: Aliens
that could be used in an emergency.) Also, the fact that the universe is
infinite, means that there’s always a party going on, there’s always a
threesome that wants to become a foursome, and there’s even always a
gorgeous woman somewhere waiting just for you. The only trouble is
finding her. Hope that cheers somebody up. Remember: "An infinite
universe is more fun!"

Chapter 2: Fun in Islington.

Tricia McMillan was on her way to a party. It was a fancy-dress party,
and Tricia was dressed as a slut. She wore a very short, red dress that
just barely covered her behind and some very nice high-heeled, red
shoes.. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress, and she could
feel the gentle breeze brush against her pussy-hair. "If I want to play
the slut, I’d better do it all the way." she thought. She hoped she
didn't have to bend over a lot.
She was getting close to the house where the party was, so she stopped
to give her appearance a final check-up. The dress looked fabulous, the
shoes were spotless, and her hair looked great. She looked through her
bag to see if she had everything: keys, lip-stick, handkerchief, wallet
and the invitation. It was all there. OK. She was ready.
She went up to the door and knocked. The door was opened seconds later
by a servant. The servant took her invitation, gave her a glass of
champagne and informed her that the rest of the guests had already
arrived, and were in the main living-room. Tricia took a sip of the
glass and went towards the living-room. The house was huge. It looked
like something Paul McCartney could have bought. The stairs were marble,
the chandeliers golden, the paintings genuine. Everything was perfect.
Tricia entered the living-room. She saw a lot of her friends: Ann and
Dawn, her old room-mates were here, Jill, Bonny and Gail from work were
here, and her cousin Betty. Tricia mingled in the crowd. She soon bumped
into Ann and Dawn and struck up a conversation about old times with
them. Ann and Dawn were dressed as Greek goddesses. They were dressed in
thin, white goddess-dresses. When the light struck the dresses from the
right angle, it was easy to see the out-line of their bodies. Tricia
noted that she couldn’t see the out-line of any underwear. Were her old
room-mates as daring as she was? She asked Dawn.
"It feels more natural without underwear." Dawn explained. "I’m sure the
Greek goddesses didn't wear any!"
"I’m not wearing any either!" Tricia found herself saying. It wasn’t a
remark she had planned. It just seemed to slip out of her. "I’m sure
real sluts don’t use any!"
They all giggled. Tricia took a new glass of champagne from a passing
servant. The conversation continued, and they talked about everything
from shaving-techniques to men. After a while, Tricia was dragged away
from the conversation by Gail. Gail was dressed as a princess. She
needed Tricia’s advice about some guy that Tricia knew and Gail wanted
to get to know. Tricia reluctantly agreed to give her some advice,
although she had been having a real good time, remembering old times
with her friends. As she was filling Gail in, she glanced over in Ann
and Dawn’s direction. She noticed that they were talking to Betty,
Tricia’s cousin. Betty was dressed in just a skimpy, g-string bikini.
She was probably dressed as a model or something. And she quite looked
the part. Betty had gotten to know Ann and Dawn about the same time as
Tricia had.
When Tricia had told Gail all she knew about the guy in question, she
started making her way back to her old friends, but couldn’t find them.
She spent some time looking around the room, but they weren’t there.
She asked a friend of Betty if he had seen her, and he told her that he
had seen her go upstairs about five minutes ago. Tricia wasn’t quite
sure what was going on, but slowly began to make her way upstairs. When
she got up, she found herself in a long hallway with a library, a study,
some bathrooms and many bedrooms branching out from it. Tricia started
walking down the hallway.
She heard some noises from the third door to the right. She bent down to
the key-hole and peeked in. What she saw shocked her: It was a bedroom.
It contained a big bed and two small tables. There was a cozy fire-place
on one wall and a big bear-skin on the floor in front of it. What really
shocked Tricia was what was standing on the bear-skin: There were two
Greek goddesses kissing each other in the light from fire-place. All
other light had been turned off and the flames were playing fitfully on
the two goddesses. Tricia immediately recognized the two goddesses as
Ann and Dawn. Ann had her hands low on Dawn’s back and was rubbing the
top of Dawn’s ass. Dawn was holding Ann’s head in her hands and kissing
her passionately. They were really getting into it, with deep sensuous,
French kisses. Tricia could feel herself getting aroused by watching.
Her pussy tingled slightly, and she remembered that in her bent
position, there was really nothing covering it; if anybody was to stand
beside her, they would have the world’s best view of her ass-crack and
her pussy-lips. She glanced to her right and left to make sure nobody
was around. She continued peeping.
As she looked through the key-hole again, she saw that the action had
advanced: Dawn had removed Ann’s dress. Ann was as nude as the day she
was born, but much prettier: her long hair played over her back, making
mysterious shades in the light from the flames. Her pert breasts stood
out from her chest and bobbed slightly. Ann kneeled down and took hold
of the lower edge of Dawn’s dress. Rising slowly, she pulled the dress
over Dawn’s head. Dawn’s breasts were slightly bigger, but not much. Ann
reached out and touched one of them. Dawn moaned. Ann leaned forward and
touched Dawn’s right nipple with her tongue. Tricia was getting
seriously aroused; here were two of her closest friends, kissing and
undressing each other. This was a side of the two girls Tricia had never
seen before.
The tap on her shoulder really startled her. She totally lost control of
her legs and slumped to the floor. In doing so, she rolled over to her
side and, unwillingly, displayed her lower regions to whoever had tapped
her shoulder. She closed her eyes and waited for the storm. It didn’t
come. She opened her eyes, and looked straight into the ones of her
cousin Betty. Betty was holding both her hands in front of her mouth and
laughing as quietly as she could.
"I think you can close them now." She said.
It took some time before Tricia understood what she was talking about.
When she did, she closed her legs rather fast.
"So you like to peep, do you?" Betty giggled.
"Well. I…" Tricia stammered.
"Wouldn’t you rather join in?" Betty asked.
"I..I.. No. I was just looking for you… I didn’t know…." Tricia
explained.
"Oh. Come on! You were peeping, and it was turning you on!" Betty
interrupted. "Just look at your pussy. It’s dripping!"
Tricia spread her legs a bit and looked down. Betty was right. She was
extremely wet. Her juices had been flowing pretty freely, and were
clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. She closed her legs.
Rather awkwardly, she climbed to her feet and brushed herself down. She
pulled her dress down and blushed rather heavily.
"Relax. It’s really nothing to be ashamed off, you know. Many people
like to watch. I happen to be one of them. But it’s really not very
practical to do it through the key-hole. Let’s go in, shall we?" Betty
said.
Before Tricia could answer, Betty had opened the door and dragged Tricia
with her into the room. She quickly shut the door behind her and locked
it.
"Hope you don’t mind us barging in like this," Betty said to the two
Greek goddesses, who had stopped in the middle of a hot kiss when the
two girls had entered the room. "But it was so un-practical when we were
two who wanted to watch and only one key-hole."

..oo00oo..

The situation was a new one to Tricia and she was far from sure that it
was one she felt comfortable in: She was sitting on a big bed. In front
of her on the bear-skin in front of the fire-place, two of her best
friends and former room-mates, Ann and Dawn were sitting, in the nude,
kissing each-other. Betty was sitting right behind her. She heard sounds
of some movement behind her, but was unable to figure out exactly what
it was. A few seconds later she felt a quick lick on her ear-lobe.
 "I think you’re a little over-dressed." Betty whispered in her ear.
 Tricia spun around and found her cousin sitting stark naked beside her.
Her bikini, small as it was, was lying behind her on the bed.
  "I agree! You’ve got way too much clothes on." Ann added.
 Ann and Dawn got up from the floor and started walking over to the bed.
Ann sat down beside her and Dawn sat down in front of her. She was
surrounded.
 "Why don’t you take that silly piece of clothing off?" Dawn asked. "I’m
sure you wont be needing it for a while."
 "Yeah. Common!" Betty urged her. "Take it off and show us your
beautiful body. The three girls started begging Tricia to take off her
dress.
 Tricia started a debate inside her head. Here’s what it looked like:

Cons:
 · I’m hetro-sexual, or at least I think I am.
· I haven’t really planned this.
· I’m not really sure I want this.

Pros:
· This is making me extremely wet.
· I don’t want to disappoint my friends.
· Betty’s pussy looks very inviting.
· The way Ann is looking at me and licking her lips is driving me crazy.

· Dawn’s begging is really turning me on.
· I haven’t had sex in rather a long time.

The result of the debate almost gave itself. She started moving her
hands to take her dress up, but then she got an idea.
 "If you’re all so keen on seeing me naked, why don’t you take my dress
off?" she asked.
 Ann looked her deep in the eyes, licked her lips again and leaned
forward.
 "Indeed," she said. "Why don’t we?"
 Ann took hold of the bottom of Tricia’s dress and started lifting it.
Dawn and Betty stooped down to follow the progression. They started
licking and kissing Tricia’s thighs and as Ann pulled the dress higher,
they kissed their way upwards, avoiding the most sensitive spots, so
that when Tricia’s head reappeared from the folds of her dress, Betty
and Dawn were eagerly kissing their way up either side of her neck.
 Tricia felt like she was in a different world. She had a mouth on
either side of her face and hands all over her, caressing and stroking
but always avoiding the most intimate areas. She slowly reclined onto
the bed and closed her eyes. Soon she felt a mouth on her left nipple. A
second later she felt one on her mouth. She open her mouth and kissed
whoever it was hungrily. She found the idea of not knowing who she was
kissing an incredible turn-on. A tongue entered her mouth and Tricia
sucked on it like her life depended on it.
The mouth on her nipple was doing wondrous things to it. Tricia felt
electric charges going from her nipple, through her pussy and all the
way down to her feet.
She started wondering what Ann was doing, but soon found out as she felt
a hand moving up her left leg. It had started at her ankle and was now
already past her knee. It slowed its pace as it got close to her pussy,
as if it was nervous to enter such a forbidden place. Then suddenly it
picked up courage and dived into it. Two of the fingers on the hand
slipped right into her cunt. Tricia moaned loudly into the mouth she was
kissing. The mouth moaned back.
The fingers in her cunt started moving in and out at a slow, steady
pace. Her moans became stronger and more rapid. She knew that she would
orgasm soon if this wonderful treatment continued. The one kissing her
nipple started pinching her other nipple, sending pulses of pleasure
down her back. At the same time Ann started licking her clitoris, making
Tricia moan even louder. Tricia couldn’t take it any more. She arched
her back, screamed into the mouth she was kissing and came like she had
never cum before. The orgasm ripped through her like a sword through a
ripe melon. She felt her pussy contract round the fingers it contained.
She was in heaven.

..oo00oo..

During the next two hours Tricia discovered a lot about her own
sexuality that she was totally unaware of. After extracting every drop
of pleasure from each other, the four lovers went back down-stairs. She
knew that this episode would change her life forever. What she didn’t
know, was that there was another episode waiting for her just around the
corner.
She sat down at a table not far from the stairs since her legs didn’t
support her very well. Some guy called Arthur sat down and tried to chat
her up. She didn’t let him have much luck. Some time later a guy who
said his name was "Phil" but whose actual name was Zaphod BeebleBrox the
first (or nothingth if you ask his great grand-father), with two heads,
one disguised as a parrot walked up to her and asked if she wanted to go
with him to another planet. She said that she’d love to, but she had to
go get her purse. The guy with the two heads told her to forget about
the purse. She forgot about her purse. She left with the alien and had a
great time experiencing wild adventures and really wild things. Arthur
was left all alone.

Chapter 3: Arthur strikes gold on Bixter.

 Arthur materialized on Bixter. He had hoped to materialize here. The
teleporter he had used had been quite old, and some of the instruments
had been a bit rackety. He was therefore glad to see that he had come to
the right planet (this was quite obvious to him, as he could see the big
sign about 50 meters in front of him that said "Welcome to Bixter. Hope
you have a ##"# day." Some of it was obviously smeared.) Immediately
after reading the sign he got a bit worried. He had been on this planet
before. He had seen the sign before, but he remembered it from a
slightly different angle. He looked at the sign again. It still struck
him as odd. He let his eyes wander slowly downwards. The sign was just
as before: Hanging about 10 meters above ground level. Arthur soon
noticed that so was he. He was flying. "What am I doing?" he thought.
This is exactly the kind of thoughts you should try to avoid if you want
to practice safe flying. You see, there is a trick, or rather a knack,
to flying. And it is this: Throw yourself at the ground. Miss. It’s
really quite easy if you don’t know how to do it. That’s the trick, or
knack: you have to have no idea about how you’re doing it. It’s also a
great advantage if you’re not too clear about what it is you are doing
either. People thinking "Hey! I’m Flying! I don’t know how to fly! I’m
gonna crash!" don’t stay in the air for a very long time.
Neither did Arthur. Not that he didn’t know how to fly. He did. Or
rather, he didn’t, and therefor he did. But he had always done it by
falling, and then missing the ground. This the time, the mere idea of
falling just hadn’t entered his head, and therefor, he hadn’t. But now
that he glanced down, he suddenly, and with a sickening sense of shock,
realized that he couldn’t possibly hang still in mid-air, and therefor
he didn’t. The fact that he had been hanging in mid-air for some time,
for some reason, failed to enter his mind. He fell. The ground came
towards him at an appalling speed. After some of the worst seconds of
his life, he hit the ground, smashed into it, and fell right through it.
He then proceeded to fall for another 5 meters before stopping.

The people of Phu-C-K-mE are quite special. Beside the fact that they
are all female, and that they live their entire life underground, the
most astounding thing about them is the kind of life they live
underground. The Phu-C-K-mE-people feed on sexual energy. They work
almost like those watches that you don’t have to rewind, you just have
to move around, and they rewind themselves. The Phu-C-K-mE-people need
sex several times a day to survive. The day on Bixter is the equivalent
of 12 Earth-hours. Not that the Phu-C-K-mE-people ever notice if it’s
night or day. They live in great networks of tunnels and small rooms
under the surface of Bixter. The people above the surface have no idea
of what kind of people live below them, and the people below haven’t got
the faintest idea about the people above. Not that it would help the
surface-dwellers on Bixter if they knew - you might think that having
neighbors that require sex several times a day would be a great thing….
- because they have a very different set of sex-organs.
The Phu-C-K-mE-people are quite opposite of most other known races. The
fact that they feed on sex may strike you as odd, but just wait till you
hear how they reproduce: by eating. When they want to reproduce, one of
them takes a couple of bites from a slice of bread or a chicken-leg.
They then pass it on to another Phu-C-K-mEian. The second Phu-C-K-mEian
gets pregnant and gives birth to her child about 15 minutes later.

You may wonder why I am telling you about the strange lives of the
Phu-C-K-mE-people right in the middle of a story about Arthur Dent -You
may also wonder when I’m gonna get to the sex bit, which I in turn can
assure you will come in a couple of paragraphs - but it has a very
logical explanation. Actually, it’s the same reason why Arthur fell
through the ground: He fell into the dwellings of the Phu-C-K-mE-people.

Arthur looked around. It was quite dark, except for the ray of light
that his fall had created. The hole was quickly mended by efficient
little service-robots, and Arthur was left in the dark. In the few
moments before the hole was mended, he had noticed that he was lying on
a pile of something soft. He felt around on is body, but couldn’t find
that he had any hurts; the soft things had made sure he got a good, soft
landing. He tried to look around, but failed miserably because of the
profound lack of light. He decided to walk around a bit and see if he
bumped into something.
After a while, when his eyes had gotten used to the lack of light, he
noticed a small ray of light coming from somewhere in front of him. He
went towards it and soon found out that it came from a keyhole. "Where
there is a keyhole, there must be a door," Arthur thought. "And where
there is a door, there must be a door-handle." He reached out and opened
the door.
He found himself in a dimly lit corridor. The walls were covered with
red and lilac velvet. At a couple of meters interval, Arthur judged it,
quite wrongly, to be about two meters, were pictures of woman-like
creatures in lovely red, yellow and green velvet robes eating chicken.
Arthur stopped to inspect them closer. Something about them struck him
as odd. They looked like Earth-women, but something about them was
different. After a while he noticed. It was their eyes. They were pink.
Arthur was interrupted in his appreciation of the local art by a loud
moan. "Ooooooohhhh Yes…. Do that again….. It feels wonderful!"
It was coming from somewhere further down the corridor. Arthur went
carefully towards the sound, trying hard not to make any noise. Not it
would have mattered much, as the moaning was becoming quite loud.
"AAAaahhhh…. Harder! Harder! Do me harder!"
It was quite apparent that there was more than voice, there were several
of them, all moaning. Arthur walked around a corner and stopped dead.
Here’s what he saw: A room with a big pile of pillows in the middle of
it, about 10 meters across. On the pile of pillows were 5 girls, all
naked. Two of them, two blondes as it were, were busy kissing
each-other, probing each-others mouths with their tongues. One girl, a
brunette, was lying between their legs and licking at their crotches,
while the last two, a read-head and a blonde, were in some kind of 69
position with their heads firmly planted between each-others legs.
Arthur thought he had died and gone to heaven. Such a marvelous sight he
hadn’t seen since…. Well, since…. Arthur couldn’t remember the last time
he had seen such a sight. He heard somebody say "WOW!", and only
realized when the girls stopped their sexy activity and turned to look
at him, that it was he who had said it. Now he was in trouble.
The read-head, seemingly the girls’ leader, stepped down from the pile
and walked slowly towards him. She didn’t seem to mind him seeing her
without and clothes on, since she was making no attempt at covering
herself. Arthur noticed that she had nice, firm tits. He let his eyes
wander further down, and saw her nicely trimmed pussy. The little hair
that she had down there was a deep red, just as the hair she had on her
head. After staring at her pussy for a while, he realized that he
probably shouldn’t be doing that. He lifted his eyes, and looked
straight into the loveliest, pink eyes he had ever seen. The girl was
just standing there, naked, obviously waiting for him to do or say
something. Arthur couldn’t help fumbling a bit. The situation was a bit
unusual to him.
"Err…" he said after a long time. "Hi!"
"Hi." said the read-head. "Who are you?"
"My name is Arthur Dent."
"Mine is Julianat-vop-braxt. You can call me Julia."
"Err…. I’m afraid I crashed through your roof a couple of minutes ago.
I… I… I didn’t mean to disturb you," Arthur stammered.
"Oh that’s OK. We were just having some sex." the young girl replied,
licking her lips. "Where are you from?"
"Err…" Arthur’s mind was working like a maniac to answer the question
the girl had asked instead of thinking about the beautiful sight in
front of him.
"I’m from a planet called ‘Earth’." he finally managed to say. "But some
Vogons blew it up, so now I’m just touring the Galaxy."
"Hmm…" said the young girl thoughtfully "Sounds distressing."
Arthur had to agree that it was. The young girl took Arthur by the hand
and lead him over to the pile of pillows and introduced him to the other
girls. The two blondes who had been kissing were called Jenny and Cindy.
Actually their names was something much longer and difficult, but that
was their nicknames. The universe is a strange place. The brunette was
called Christy and the last blonde was called Melanie.
Arthur let his eyes wander over the girls, taking in the beauty of the
girls.
Jenny was about Arthur’s height, with short blonde hair. She had full
lips and big breasts. She had a small triangle of blonde pubic over her
love-tunnel.
Cindy was a bit lower and also had a bit small breasts. Her blonde hair
reached almost down to her firm ass. Arthur noticed that she didn’t have
any hair between her legs.
Christy was a bit taller than Cindy. Her chestnut-brown hair was cut two
inches long. She had supple breasts and a clean shaven pussy.
Melanie was the smallest of the girls. Arthur guessed that she was about
one head shorter than him. Her breasts were nice and firm, and her hair
reached down to her mid-back. She also had shaven pussy.
"Why are you wearing all those clothes?" Christy asked. "Isn’t it very
uncomfortable?"
"Well…" Arthur was a bit taken aback by the straight-forwardness of the
girls. He wasn’t at all used to the life-style of the Phu-C-K-mEians. "I
guess maybe I would be more comfortable without them."
"Well, come over here" Melanie urged. "and we’ll help you take them
off."
Arthur found it hard to protest. He soon found himself on is back in an
ocean of pillows with five gorgeous girls on top of him, ripping at his
clothes. It didn’t take long before he was completely nude. Christy, who
had removed his boxers, took his now firmly erect cock in her hands and
asked Arthur what it was. Arthur, a bit redder than usual, told her what
it was and what it was used for.
"Cool" Melanie exclaimed. "I wonder if it fits in here?" She was
pointing at her hairy pussy. "What do you think girls?"
"It looks like a perfect match." Julia encouraged. "Try it."
"Yeah. Try it" Cindy agreed.
Before Arthur could say a word for or against the experiment, the blonde
was squatting over him and trying to aim the stiff member into her
love-hole. She eased her body down and slowly, very slowly, took all of
Arthur’s dick inside her.
"Ooooohh….." she gasped. "It feels so… big!"
Arthur’s dick wasn’t very big, but to a pussy that had never had one
before, it obviously felt big. Melanie sat still for a bit, feeling how
the thing filled her. Then she lifted her body a bit and sank back down.

"Oh god!" she gasped. "This is wonderful. "Just wait till it’s your turn
girls. It feels delicious! Ahhhh…. It’s better than doing it with your
fingers!"
"I want to try it next" Julia said, putting a finger in her pussy,
warming up.
"OK." Melanie said, getting up.
Arthur couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but knew that he was
probably going to get some more from Julia. Julia walked over to Arthur,
took his cock in her right hand and studied it. She ran the fingers on
her left hand up and down the shaft, exploring every bit of Arthur’s
rod.
"Why does the tip look different than the rest?" she asked.
 Arthur told her about ejaculations and how human impregnation works.
"So white fluid shoots out through this little hole?" Julia inquired.
"Yes." Arthur answered, still a bit unsure of the situation.
"How do you make it do that?" Julia asked
"It does it automatically when I get very aroused. When I’ve had sex for
some time." Arthur explained
"Like an orgasm?" Julia probed.
"Yes. Exactly. It happens when I get an orgasm." Arthur said.
"Hmm. Sounds like fun. Mind if I try?"
Arthur wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but it soon became apparent to
him when the young red-head started working his tool with her hand. Her
hand went up and down on is rod, like she had doing sort of thing all
her life. The other girls started playing with each others pussies while
watching the show in front of them. Soon small beads of pre-cum appeared
on Arthur’s dick. Julia stopped.
"Is this the cum you told us about?" she asked.
"No. that’s just pre-cum. It is supposed to make it slippery so it’s
easier to fuck." Arthur found himself saying.
"Hmm.. can I taste it?" Julia asked.
"Sure" Arthur urged. "Go ahead."
Julia lowered her head, and carefully put the tip of her tongue on
Arthur’s dick-head. Slowly she licked the small drops into her mouth.
She rolled them around in her mouth, feeling the taste.
"Mmmmm…" she said, swallowing. "It tastes good! Can I have some more?
Does the cum taste as good as this?"
She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she started jerking him off
again. After a short while another drop of pre-cum appeared on Arthur’s
dick. Julia dove down, and took all of Arthur’s dick in her mouth.
Arthur groaned.
"Oh yeah…." He moaned. "Suck me! Oh. Yeeeaaahh… Suck me!"
"Looks like he likes it." Cindy said. "Keep on doing it."
Arthur closed his eyes and enjoyed the treatment he was getting. This
was certainly the best blowjob he had gotten in years. Julia sucked like
her life depended on it. And in a way it did.
The other girls watches closely, still with their fingers in each-others
pussies, as Julia brought Arthur towards orgasm.
"Oh… I’m gonna cum soon." He groaned. " I’m gonna cum!!!"
"Suck him harder, Julia" the girls encouraged. "Make him cum in your
mouth!"
It didn’t take long. Arthur felt the surge begin in his balls. He yelled
out.
"YES!!! I’m cumming!!!"
His first spurt of cum hit Julia in the back of her mouth. She made a
strange noise, like she wanted to scream ‘YES!’, but didn’t have to room
for it. Julia backed away a bit, and the next spurt hit her across her
lips. Her tongue darted out to lick it up. She was still trying to lick
the cum off her face when the two last spurts shot out of Arthur’s dick
and landed on her breasts. Jenny and Cindy bent over and started licking
the cum off her firm tits. They, too, seemed to enjoy the salty taste of
it.
"That was fun!" Julia said. "Your cum tastes great! Have you got some
more for us? Christy and Melanie still haven’t had the chance…"
Arthur had to apologize and explain that he needed some time to rest
before he could cum again. Julia decided that they should all go take a
shower to wash off the juices and wait till Arthur was up for another
round.
Julia took Arthur by the arm and started to lead him out of the room.
The other girls followed. Arthur didn’t quite like leaving all his
clothes behind, but decided not to bring such a trivial thing up at this
moment. He could always come back for them later.
Julia led them down the corridor. On the way Arthur saw more of the
pictures he had seen in the corridor right after the crash. All of the
pictures had the same motive: Robed women sitting around eating.
"I hope the pictures don’t offend you." Julia said, suddenly. " We like
to have something nice to look at. Do you like them? Or do you think
they are too daring?"
"Well…" Arthur wasn’t quite sure how to reply to this. "They’re nice.
But I’m not sure I see the daring part…."
"That’s how we reproduce, you see." Julia explained.
"You reproduce by eating?" Arthur boggled.
"Yes." Julia said a bit sheepishly.
"So why do you have sex?" Arthur asked.
"To stay alive." Julia explained. "We have to have sex quite often, or
else we die."
"Interesting…" Arthur said. "At my planet it’s the other way around. We
have sex to reproduce and eat to stay alive. I think I like your way
better."
"Hmm. We certainly like YOUR way better." Cindy said and cupped Arthur’s
dick in her hand.
"That’s not quite what I meant." Arthur protested.
Julia opened a door on the left and asked Arthur to step inside. It was
a big shower-room. The room was about 15 meters across, and there were
showers lining the walls. It looked almost like the showering-facilities
in Arthur’s high-school, only much nicer. There were white tiles with
golden linings on the floor, silver plates with gold and emerald details
on the walls and a strange hole-pattern in the ceiling. It looked like
something out of a oil-sheik’s dreams. It looked extremely expensive!
"Wow!" Arthur exclaimed. "Nice shower!"
"Do you like it?" Cindy asked. "We’ve made it ourselves!"
"You did?" Arthur asked. "Where did you get all this gold and silver?"
"We are miners, you see." Christy explained. "We have great, big mines
below here. We extract everything from gold to Emeralds."
"I see." Arthur whispered.
"Our people is divided into miner-groups." Melanie explained. "The five
of us are one such group. We’ve been working this area for some years
now."
"Enough culture-talk!" Julia said, teasingly. "Let’s get to the
showering…"
Arthur couldn’t agree more. He took a step into the extravagant
shower-room. The floor-tiles were warm under his feet. He stepped over
to one of the shower-heads and turned it on. Pink water began washing
over him. However, Arthur realized, the ray of water was far too small
for him and the five girls.
"I don’t think we’ll all fit under there." Julia said, as if reading
Arthur’s mind. "Christy! Switch on the ceiling."
Christy left the room, and after a while the shower that Arthur had
turned on turned itself off.
"Don’t worry." Julia giggled. "We’ll fix that. You see, we love
shower-sex, and have many times experienced the problem of too small
water-rays. Therefor we modified the ceiling a bit."
Just as she finished her sentence, pink water began dripping from the
strange holes in the ceiling. The dripping increased to bursts, and soon
settled into a gentle pour. The ceiling was one gigantic shower-head
The girls let out a small laugh.
"Like it?" Cindy asked.
"It’s great!" Arthur replied. "Every high-school should have one of
these…."
Julia stepped into the room. Her hair turned even deeper red as the
water hit it and made it stick to her back. Cindy, Jenny and Melanie
soon followed. Their hair took on a more golden color as the water
played into it. Christy soon joined them.
The girls walked slowly towards Arthur, their eyes full of lust. Arthur
felt like he was in one of his own favorite fantasies. It didn’t take
long before his dick was hard again. This didn’t go unnoticed by the
girls.
"Oh. Look!" Melanie said. "Looks like he’s ready again." She giggled,
pointing at Arthur’s rising cock.
"My turn first!" Jenny cried. "I want that big thing in me!"
"Oh no!" Christy interrupted "I’m first!" She ran over to Arthur and
held him tightly.
"He’s mine!" she cried teasingly. "He’s all mine!"
"Oh I think you’d better share some with us.." Julia said.
Arthur loved being fought over. Especially by such a lovely gang. He
leaned back, closed his eyes and let the water rain on him. He felt
pairs of hands starting to stroke all over him. A mouth started kissing
its way down his stomach.
"At last," he thought. "The universe seems to think that I’ve had my
share of misfortune and has decided to give me a break."
Unfortunately, he was wrong. Seconds later a great crash was heard from
somewhere near by. Soon Slartibastfast rushed into the room, dragged
Arthur with him while mumbling something about a rescue operation and a
universe. He completely ignored the Phu-C-K-mEians.
Arthur, poor thing, muttered something about "my kind of luck" and
reluctantly followed Slartibastfast, picking up his clothes on the way.

..oo00oo..

A couple of weeks later, after Arthur had helped save the universe he
had come to loathe so much, but which he couldn’t live without, almost
like the story of his sex-life, when Arthur tried to get back to Bixter,
the teleporter-device always came up with an error-message that said
something about "fortune-stack-overflow."



Intermezzo: A few thoughts about fast traveling in a fast universe.

Note: If you’re just here for the sexy parts and not for anything else,
you might as well skip this section. It’s not very sexy, but it’s a nice
theory….

Light travels very fast. It travels incredibly fast. It travels at the
speed of light, in fact, and that’s pretty fast. But if you look at it,
it looks just like it’s standing still. It took scientist hundreds or
thousands of years to discover that it moved at all. Not many know that
there is actually a reason why light appears to stand still. The light
utilizes a technique called "extreme-zero velocity conversion" This
means that if you APPEAR to be standing still, but are indeed moving,
and manage to keep this illusion for two minutes, you will suddenly
accelerate to a speed of about 300.000 km/second. Extremely fast.
This technology was experimented on for a long time, but all the
scientist managed was to stand very still and look very stupid.

Chapter 4: Tricia picks up a hitch hiker.

Tricia was sitting on the bridge of her super-transcending
mega-mova-verba mark 2. The ship had just come out of the factory about
3 months ago, but Tricia had already done considerable adjustments to
the craft. Mainly to the interior and the furniture. She was mostly
alone when she space-traveled.
She had ditched Zaphod some months ago, since neither of his heads were
able to give her the pleasure she had experienced with two former
room-mates and her cousin just before she left earth.
So to compensate for the lack of sexual contact, she had made several
changes to the interior of her space-craft to make it more sexy and more
pleasing. She had put up pictures of lusty women on the walls, installed
a really sexy female voice on the space-craft’s onboard computer and
programmed it to give small, sexy moans at intervals and to tell her
sexy bed-time stories. When the computer told her stories, she would
cuddle up in her bed with her hands firmly planted between her legs,
rubbing herself to the one orgasm after the other.
But the things she liked best were the bridge-seats. She had bought some
really nice seats on a planet she had visited a few weeks ago. The seats
were designed to adjust their form after the ass-curves of the person
sitting in it. The adjustment of the seat was controlled from a small
panel on the side of the right arm-rest. From this panel, the sitter
could tell the seat to add pressure on certain spots or reduce pressure
on others. This way, the user could avoid having the seat push into soar
spots, and could sit down comfortably even with a wound in their tush.
Tricia had seen the potential in these seats the minute she first laid
eyes on them. After a couple of days working on the seats, she had
customized them so that the adjustability of the seat’s surface had been
greatly increased. She was now able to program the seats to rub her in
her favorite spots. She also discovered that she could make the seat’s
surface take on different shapes that could stick up from the seat
itself. By exploiting this possibility, she was able to make the seat
give her a massage. After using the seats for a couple of weeks, she
started wondering if the "Massage"-function didn’t have more potential.
She started experimenting with different shapes and soon found one she
liked in particular! When she first saw it, she grinned the largest
smile she had grinned for years. She let her fingers play over it. IT
felt almost real. In case you haven’t understood it, Tricia had made the
seat’s surface take on the shape of a human male organ. Member. Dick.
Joy-stick. Prick. You know what I’m talking about.
It didn’t take her long to write a program that made the "prick" move
naturally.
Tricia loved sitting in the seat, letting the "prick" slide slowly in
and out of her, while another part of the seat slowly played with her
clitoris. She could sit there and just let the sensations flow through
her for hours on end.

..oo00oo..

Tricia was sitting in her seat on the upper bridge. In front of her was
the universe. Behind her was a lovely space-ship. Above her was the
ceiling plus a series of control panels. Beneath her was the floor.
Inside her was a dick. Not a real dick, though. It was the fake dick
that Tricia had formed out of her bridge-seat. Tricia was moaning
slightly, her head moving from side to side. She was lifting herself
slowly up and down, letting the "dick" slide in and out of her cunt. The
"dick" pulsed slightly, making it feel rather real. Tricia let her head
fall backwards, riding on the wave welling up inside her. The wave
started down in her toes. Then it started crawling up through her legs,
making a vicious attack at her pussy, making Tricia scream out loud from
pleasure. Then it rushed up to her head, almost knocking her out. Tricia
slumped in the chair, the "dick" still inside her. She was panting
heavily. Her clothes were a mess, and this is what she was wearing: a
short skirt, obviously no underwear, a half-buttoned shirt and
light-magnetic shoes.
The information about what Tricia was wearing on this special occasion
was given to you for no obvious reason. You may do with it whatever you
like. You may even disregard it all together, if you are the kind of
person who goes around totally disregarding more or less unimportant
information.
Anyway, whether you like it or not, Tricia was wearing a shirt, a skirt
and shoes and she was sitting in her favorite seat on the bridge. She
was having a rather good time, when she suddenly discovered that an
alarm-button was flashing. Tricia was still in a sort of afterglow after
the orgasm, so she didn't quite understand what the alarm-button was
trying to tell her. What it was telling her was this: You have been
thumbed.
Now, thumbing is not, as you may suspect, you nasty lot, an unpleasant
occurrence in itself. It may, however, be slightly unpleasant if the
thumbing happens at a time when you especially didn’t want to get
thumbed. This thumbing did just that.
For those of you who aren’t quite sure what thumbing is, I can tell you
that thumbing is an expression commonly used by hitch-hikers for the use
of an electronic thumb. An electronic thumb, for those of you who don’t
even know that, is a small object used to catch lift with flying saucers
and the like. Space-ships manufacturers had been trying for years to
find a way of blocking the signals from an electronic thumb. But every
time they managed to make a new thumb-shielding device, the
thumb-manufacturers found a new way of getting past the shields. This
resulted in a vast proportion of space-ships being occupied by totally
useless shielding-devices. It also resulted in a great advance in
beaming- and shielding-technology.
Somebody had used an electronic thumb on Tricia’s space-ship. Somebody
was trying to get a lift.
Tricia stared at the flashing light for a minute or tow, still a bit
dazes from her sexual experience. After a while the fact that a hitch
hiker was aboard her ship registered in her brain. The brain thought
about this for a while, turning the idea around in its whatever it is
brains have to turn ideas around in. A hitch hiker, it thought. Hmmm.
Funny concept. And I was having such a nice time with all those lovely
impulses coming down from wherever they were coming from. Can’t this
wait?
The brain took a small brake. This suited Tricia rather fine, ‘cause
this gave her time to do two important things: Catch her breath and not
think about anything unpleasant. Such as hitch hikers. Not that hitch
hikers are in themselves an unpleasant thing. It was just the timing of
this particular hitch hiker.
After the small brake, the brain composed itself, as did Tricia, and
started doing something with the situation at hand.
Tricia reluctantly got up from the seat, the "dick" making a slurpy
sound as it left her dripping lovehole. She started walking around the
bridge, not quite sure what to do. Where was her panties? She knew she
had been wearing them before she came to the bridge. They had to be
somewhere. She couldn’t just leave them around. She had a hitch hiker on
board. What if he came up on the bridge and found a pair of thoroughly
soaked panties in a corner! Yikes. Terrifying concept. She started
rummaging around the floor. Then suddenly she remembered that she was in
zero gravity, and started rummaging the ceiling instead.
"Computer!", she snapped.
"Hi there!" the computer moaned back in the most sultry tone it could
manage. It was never a good sign when Tricia snapped something at it.
Better put on a good show it thought. "What can I do for you? Would you
like me to show you that movie again? Or I could tell you some of your
favorite fantasies. Or…:"
"Where is the hitch hiker?" Tricia demanded.
"Oh. The hitch hiker." The computer breathed a sigh of relief. The
snapping was over a hitch hiker. Nothing it had done wrong. " Err.. Let
me see."
The computer took a nanosecond to search through all the available data
on the subject of  "newly arrived hitch hiker." Then it used another
nanosecond to scan the ship for any such …. Things. It found one.
"Ahh. The hitch hiker." It beamed two nanoseconds later, both added to
give Tricia time to calm down. "The hitch hiker is walking towards the
bridge at this moment. ETA is about one minute. And may I say… She’s
looking absolutely gorgeous!"
"She? Did you say she?" Tricia boggled.
"Indeed." Replied the computer.
Tricia stopped her search of the roof to look over at the computer. Was
it serious? Or had she programmed it too good, do that it only told her
what she wanted to hear? And where were her panties?
"Err.." she started.
"Errrr….."she continued.
"If you’re looking for your panties, " the computer commented "they’re
floating in the middle of the room. About 2 feet under your head."
Tricia looked up, or rather down, and saw her panties floating around
the room. She reached down an arm and caught them. They were indeed
soaked. She gave the roof a gentle push and landed on the floor again,
activating her magnet-shoes.
She took two seconds to give herself a good look-over. She looked a
mess. Her hair was in total disarray, her clothes likewise, and she was
holding her panties in her hand. She glanced over at the computer again.
The main display lit up telling her that the ETA of the hitch-hiker was
just 10 seconds.
At that moment Tricia did what every experienced space-traveler would
have done in a similar situation; she panicked. She ran out of the
bridge through the door she calculated the hitch-hiker wouldn’t be
coming through.
The corridor before her was empty. Phew. She ran down it and ducked into
her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed, panting for breath. She had
just escaped seemingly unharmed from almost certain, complete
embarrassment.

..oo00oo..

 Tricia felt exhausted. Her limbs were trembling, her heart was pounding
and the sweat was standing on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe
it off, and found herself smearing her pussy-juice soaked panties into
her face. By the time she realized what she was doing, her face was even
wetter than it had been before.
"I really should relax a bit" she thought.
She took a couple of deep breathes. The musky scent of her pussy seeped
into her nose, making her more aroused than relaxed. The smell took her
back in time, and she couldn’t help thinking about the last time she had
sex with another woman. It had been on her last night on earth. It had
been so perfect. Her three friends had licked her all over and made her
feel better than she had felt before or after. The memory brought back a
well of lust in her young, lustrous body. Her hands trailed their way
down her stomach to her pussy-lips. She quickly found the clit and
started rubbing it. Her other hand soon joined the other one and she
pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt. Her lovehole was emitting
fluids at an enormous rate. She could feel them flowing out of her hole
and down the crack of her ass and down onto the bed. She took some of it
and smeared it under her nose, inhaling its warm, lustful aroma. Then
she returned her hand to her cunt as fast as she could, pushing three
fingers into it. In her mind, she relived the fantastic hours with her
room-mates and her cousin. She remembered the way she had felt when she
had been standing in the hallway peeping at two of them. She remembered
the wonderful feeling she had got between her legs when her cousin had
caught her. She remember the wonderful feeling of several tongues on her
body. And she remembered the exotic taste of another woman’s
cunt-juices. She rubbed her clit with wild abandon and surrendered to
the orgasm that hit her a second later.

..oo00oo..




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