Chapter 4
Obi Oregano stepped sleepily out of the monorail cab that had carried him from his house to the Han Grippley spaceport for his flight to the planet Yavin. It had been almost an hour-long ride on the 1500-mile-an-hour vehicle and his nerves had been edgy enough to begin with. He had meant to read over some war reports along the way but found himself instead smoking cigarette after cigarette. Still overwrought from the misadventure with his wife the night before; the harried Knight of Gazza paid the Droid collecting fares and stepped into the cool, air-controlled lobby of the crowded spaceport.
After checking in, he headed straight for the bar, even though it was barely lunch time. He needed a drinkl And he had nearly twenty minutes before the flight for the planet Yavin would be ready to board.
Setting his briefcase down beside him, Obi ordered a refreshing chemical intoxicant, which he proceeded to swallow down almost in one gulp. The bartender stood, lazily drying some glasses under an instant blower, paying no attention to the sole customer in his bar. Obi sat on the stool, his nerves somewhat calmed now, and lit yet another cigarette, knowing that he was heading not only to Yavin but to the lovely, curvaceous, voluptuously exciting Trina Artog!
How in hell had he managed to totally fuck up his life like he had? And, what in hell was he now going to do about it?
"Another intoxicant and tonic," he ordered mournfully, pushing his empty glass forward on the bar. The distraught old-young husband was in the middle of his second drink, and his third cigarette when a megaphone voice announced; "Flight 69 to Yavin now boarding at Gate 50. All passengers will proceed on board at this time. Repeat; Flight 69 to the planet Yavin now boarding at Gate 50. All passengers on board at this time. Thank you."
Hastily, he swallowed down the remainder of his drink, grasped his briefcase in trembling hands, and ran down the long crowded hallway toward Gate 50. The line there moved slowly on board, Obi mumbling to himself as he crept forward with the mass of people. Most were military men like himself, dressed in crisp summer uniforms, carrying bulky briefcases, wearing somber expressions. None of the lighthearted chatter of vacationing tourists, none of the subliminal thrill of travelling to someplace new and different and therefore somehow exotic. Simply other worried military men like himself off to yet another council of important interplanetary war meetings with their colleagues.
Obi slunk down into his seat, opened his; briefcase, removed a wide sheath of space attack maps, and pretended to be studying them when a sweet feminine voice interrupted his raging, wildly spinning thoughts. "Would you care for an intoxicant after we take off, sir?"
Obi snapped his head around, took in at a glance the uniformed pertness of the smiling platinum blonde stewardess, and nearly fainted! "Y-yes, thanks. A ... uh ... an intoxicant and tonic; thanks," he managed to stammer.
Ah, Trinal Trina Artog was a space stewardess! That was how he had met her! For the past year he had travelled to command headquarters in Yavin, where she was based, on board this very flight at least once a month, sometimes more. And Trina had been the stewardess every time up until a month ago when the rocketline had changed her route. Oh God, what a pleasure it used to be to see her lovely, flawless, smiling face serving a nice healthy intox! And that hot little ass! The way she used to shake it so sexily as she walked back and forth up and down those narrow space craft aisles! And her tits, those voluptuous big tits! The way they used to dance and swing as she moved so enticingly with that tray of drinks in her hand! The commander vividly recalled her stockinged thighs, so curvy and so supple-looking under her short uniform skirt as she leaned over to hand him something, squeezing his hand seductively as she did so! Jesus Christ! If he didn't stop thinking about her tits and ass he'd go crazy!
Maybe ... just maybe ... wasn't really too late to rectify things ... to tell her that he was a married man after all....
"Sir? Your intox and tonic," that same sweetly solicitous voice interrupted the commander's thoughts once again. This girl even looked like Trina, with her softly flowing hair framing the chiseled features of her face, her voluptuously huge tits practically falling into his lap, those same shapely, stocking-clad thighs peeking out from that provocatively short skirt! Damn it! Stop thinking like that! This girl is a perfect stranger!
After the disappearance of the alluring young stewardess, the frustrated husband's mind delved back to the night before with his lovely young wife. It had been his fault that he had only fucked her to one cum, he knew that. And yet, at the time, he couldn't help himself! He couldn't help anything he did lately, his nerves had been so shattered and frayed by the way the war was going! Not that he'd ever been any whirlwind in bed with his wife-who could be with the listless, machine-like way she had always approached fucking with him? But still, he could have done better and if he didn't want her to start becoming suspicious, he had better start fucking her to four or five cums, and damn soon! Besides, it was fairly criminal leaving a woman on the verge of cumming again the way he had done last night ... she had only let him lick her cunt until she came once or twice before and perhaps, as excited as she was last night, she would have let him again so that at least she could have found some additional sexual satisfaction. But at the time, Obi's mind had not been on his wife's pleasure.
It was Trina Artog, and the mess he had made of her life as well as his own-not to mention Leia's!
Trina's breathtaking, flawlessly beautiful tits and cunt kept looming up before his fevered imagination even as he was fucking his own voluptuous wife! Oh, it had been horrible ... terrible ... sinful and wicked. And then that dream ... Trina tumbling into the bedroom and discovering him fucking with his wife ... and how guilty he had felt that his long-kept secret had been suddenly revealed to both women! He had awakened in the dark of the night, his wife breathing smoothly and regularly beside him, in a drenching sweat, fighting for breath, struggling against the soft acrylon sheets like a caged animal!
Damn it, man! Get hold of yourself! You'll never solve anything this way! Putt yourself together!
The distraught commander of the Knights of Gazza once again forced his thoughts back to his lovely wife. Poor Leia! Left alone with that brother of mine! Christ, I wish the kid had never come to Corellian! I've got enough problems as it is between Trina and Leia and my work! And with that huge hairy Wooky, no less! Well, at least they'll keep her occupied, I guess, until I get back!
And then he fell into vivid technicolor memories of Trina's statuesque voluptuousness warmly entwined with his own naked flesh morning after morning on his military trips to Yavin. And a newly awakened feeling wracked his virile cock, the feeling of impassioned lust and rampant desire to fuck her right now, coupled with a gnawing fear making his breath come in ragged spurts as he sat idly looking but the space craft window at the passing asteroids.
"Lovely day, isn't it?" a masculine voice echoed beside him. Turning, Obi for the first time noticed the man sitting beside him, one dressed, like himself, in a light summer uniform. Obi judged the man to be about two hundred and fifty, with shocks of grey hair at his temples and sprinkles of it throughout his thick head of hair. He seemed tall, very thin, and there was a wiry moustache decorating his upper hp.
"Yes, beautiful," Obi agreed somewhat absently.
"Do you live on Yavin?" the stranger asked politely. "Or are you going on military business?"
"Military business," Obi answered curtly, not really being in the mood for prolonged conversation with a total stranger that particular worrisome morning.
"Um, yes, nice town to do....the military's business in ... if you know what I mean," the fellow said slyly, winking with a lascivious twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, I guess it is," Obi replied coolly, turning his head once again to look out of the window.
"Indeed. And if you're interested ... the man whispered close to his ear. "I might be able to
... help you find some very pleasurable other business on Yavin!"
"Well ... uh ... thanks" Obi stammered, his eyes darting around to avoid looking at the man, "But ... uh ... I...."
"Oh, I see!" the stranger interrupted. "You've already got some ... other business! Well, that's fine, fine!" he concluded cheerfully. "I'm glad to hear it. Very glad!"
Obi reached for his nearly devoured intox and tonic, then swallowed down the remainder in one eager gulp. Damn it! What am I going to do about Trina? There's got to he some way ... some way to straighten all this out without hurting anyone! Jesus, I can't keep fucking both of them for the rest 'of my life!
In her ultrasteel pod apartment on the two-hundred-and thirty-fourth floor, Trina Artog stood by her full-length bathroom mirror, her satiny smooth skin still decorated with droplets of moisture from the shower she had just completed. A shiver of anticipated pleasure rippled through her voluptuously contoured body and she giggled, warm tingles of happiness flushing through her sensuously ripened body. It was a nice body, a fully rounded, classically sculpted one with huge, roundly firm tits capped by lovely pink-hued nipples, a slender waist flaring out to alluringly curved hips and then smoothly shaped ass cheeks. Her legs, too, were shapely and long, her best feature she had always thought. Teasing fingers went down to her bright orange young pussy hairs so enticingly displayed between her sensuously smooth thighs and she giggled once again, thinking of the hotly hidden little hole beneath that thinly growing little forest that so many men-and women-had enjoyed fucking and sticking their tongues in!
Yes, four years ago Trina would never have dreamed it possible that she could give all of her love to any one man, let alone promise to marry one. And now ... now ... all she wanted was to spend the rest of her days-and nights-with Obi Oregano, who had started out in her life as simply another space rocket passenger like any other.
In fact, Trina recalled, men were the single most important reason she had decided to become a space stewardess! She had been raised in the galaxy of Nebulus not too far from the noise of the titanium mines and likewise not too far from the stench of the rolling mills. She recalled sitting at her desk in high school by the open window on the last day of school. The air was thick, hot, and humid, causing her body to literally drip with damp perspiration, and the sounds of the clamorous digging machines and the sulphur smell of the nearby warehouses made her simply want to jump up and run away, far away as fast as she could!
She had been raised by an elderly, sickly aunt and uncle, both of whom always adamantly advised her to go to college to become a school teacher. "After all," they used to say, "it's a good profession for a woman. Security. Summers off. And a nine-to-three day so that you can still marry and have a family!" But Trina had always been more ambitious than that, wanting not only money but freedom and mobility as well. And so, the very day after her high school graduation, the young girl had jumped onto the first chartered rocket that would carry her to Venus, the planet of her dreams.
She had sat on that Rocket craft next to an enormously built old woman who had offered her fried protein chips all the way to Venus! And then, at the spaceport on the big planet, a handsome, fresh-faced young space pilot had helped her lug her two giant suitcases onto the monorail and had even carried them into the seedy women's hotel where she had rented a room for that first thrilling month away from home.
Except that the month had not turned out to be quite as thrilling as she had anticipated. Her first job had been as a receptionist for a fly-by-night travel agency that dealt in interplanetary tours and although she had worked for two whole weeks, she had never been paid one single penny. One morning she arrived at the office only to find it barren of furniture and the boss. She remembered sinking down to the floor, wracked by volumes of tears. It was like a nightmare, a terrible nightmare. She was all alone on Venus with no money in her pocket and no prospects whatsoever! She didn't know which way to turn nor did she have anyone to turn to and she had no idea what she would do next. She had then walked out onto the busy, crowded, hot, and sticky street, bought herself a 20-rupee carbohydrate-dog wrapped in a bun and mustard, and then walked up to the Park where she spent the day admiring the rich, well-dressed people. One day, she had vowed, one day I'll be that wealthy! One day I won't have to worry anymore.
It was two weeks later when the advertisement was noticed by the disappointed young girl, in the space bulletin, for space craft stewardesses!
Yes, that's it! she had thought immediately. That's what I'll do! Imagine it! Freedom! Travel! God, money! And men! Plenty of men who will buy me pretty things! She knew she had the physical qualifications, her tall, statuesque beauty had always been so admired by the opposite sex. There had been so many grubby-handed boys in school who wanted nothing more than to get inside her pussy with their long, thick cocks! And how many times, since she had been on Venus, had men and space creatures of all kinds, in bars and even on the streets, tried to seduce her into their beds! She had never consented of course. Not because she was a prude, but because she could never see any advantage in it for her.
But an interspace stewardess! That was different! Here was one occupation, at last, where she would meet respectable, well-heeled men who would buy her silk stockings and beautiful clothes and sweet-smelling perfume! And, as an added bonus, she could travel the universe to her heart's content, something she had always dreamed about as a young girl studying faraway places in school and seeing exotic new planets and galaxies in those technicolor video movies! Yes, she had decided during that sultry stay in the narrow confines of her room at the dull women's hotel, I'll go to answer this advertisement first thing tomorrow morning! And I'll get a fob if it's the last thing I ever do!
Her ripely voluptuous beauty, and sucking of the interviewer's cock, of course, won her the job without the slightest protest from any of the people she had been interviewed by. And after a six-month training course on Yavin, she had been assigned first to a Plata-Neptus route. Ah, those were beautiful times, wonderful days and marvelous nights! On Plata she had met a smart young interstellar fashion designer who had given her two things. More clothes than she could ever possibly hope to wear and an introduction to the glorious joys of fucking! He was always so kind, so patient, so understanding, and he gave her more sensual and sexual pleasure than she had ever imagined possible. She soon became an addict, needing a constant supply of the pleasure-giving cocks and tongues that he had shown her how to love.
And later, on Neptus, she had encountered a soft-spoken, well-dressed anthropoid who was a wealthy doctor there, but who had the legendary anthropoid love of sex and promiscuity. He, too, had introduced her to an expanded and highly exciting world of sexual adventures and fantasies with his marvelously long, thick cock and those clever hands and long, hot pussy-loving tongue of his! Yes, Kabi had only served to increase her already gluttonous appetite for cock and all the sublimely rapturous pleasures that went with it and she would never forget his eleven-inch cock nor his smoldering, heavy-lidded yellow eyes that used to stare at her widespread cunt with fires of lust and desire to fuck burning in them!
Since those exciting days, there had been many men and other space dwellers and more sexually exciting adventures than Trina could even remember! Space pilots and military men and vacation travellers-and even other space stewardesses! Her newly aroused hunger for the pure physical pleasure of cunt and cock knew no bounds, a sensual fire constantly growing and gnawing at her newly awakened young pussy! It was another space stewardess who had really showed her the supreme pleasure of licking another woman's pussy, a voluptuously curved beauty named Marot with whom she had flown from Plata to Yavin, the latter planet being where they were both now based.
It's a shame, Trina. thought, that I don't know where Marot is now. She disappeared so suddenly....
But Trina Artog recalled clearly, even now, two years later, the striking light-skinned beauty of her friend Marot's big green eyes that had suddenly one day fallen on her, seeming to devour her, in a very peculiar way. She remembered going to her apartment one night, ostensibly to meet a couple of rocket pilots and have a swinging evening, only to find her self all alone with the marvelously seductive young blue woman from galaxy A-4.
Marot had stretched out her long, slender arm, curling her fingers provocatively. "Come along with me," she had said, guiding her fellow stewardess into her stark white bedroom, the one with mirrors all over the walls and ceilings that only served to emphasize the sheer whiteness of it all. Marot had kicked the door closed and then had drawn Trina close to her tremulous body with deceptively powerful arms. Trina had hardly dared to breathe as she drank in the exotic fragrance of her stunningly soft, blue-skinned friend. And then, the mellow singsong of her voice had come hotly into Trina's ears. "I'm going to show you a world you've never dreamed about before, honey," And then she smiled, a wickedly seductive smile that seemed to make her whole beautiful face glow. "I'm gonna tongue-fuck your pussy and make you cum like you've never cum before and pretty soon you'll be begging me to lick you to cumming some more. Do you understand what I'm saying, my white-skinned beauty?"
"Y-yes," Trina had managed to stammer as she felt the voluptuous, young, egg-shell blue beauty slowly undressing her, sliding her dress zipper down slowly, drawing her stockings off her legs with a slow, sensuous movement. Finally, they were both stark naked. Marot's arms enfolding her to the soft silky warmth of her own body ... and then it had all started.
God, what a night! It was one that Trina Artog would never forget, could never forget even if she wanted to! Marot's tongue was expert and scintillating, thrilling her to previously unknown heights of ecstatic rapture that no man had ever provoked! That tongue so sensuously lashing between her widespread creamy young thighs and then when she, Trina, had licked the softly moist cunt lips of the squirming young blue girl! What erotically exciting lessons that young girl from galaxy A-4 had taught her that night! What screaming, crying heights of sublime rapture they had both reached! What utter and eager desire they had both known, drenching their nakedly thrashing bodies with a flooding deluge of rapturous ecstasy! Their affair, had, of course not ended with that one feverishly exciting, cunt-licking, pussy-creaming night but had gone on and on and on....
Until, one day, inexplicably, Marot had simply disappeared. Her apartment was empty, her clothes and makeup gone, her video-stereo phone remained unanswered and she never showed up for another flight. Had she run away with another woman? With a man? Had she simply decided, spontaneous and pleasure seeking as she always was, to find another place and other people to satisfy her wanton, erotic desires? Trina never knew. But she recalled now with vivid clarity those almond-shaped, greenly brooding eyes, those exquisitely sensuous thighs, that alluring little cunt hole drenched with the lust-summoned juices of her own rampant desire! Even now, as the memories of her Marot swept over her, Trina could feel a hot aching tingling between her voluptuous thighs and she knew that she would never ever forget the marvelous teachings of that seductively enticing young blue-skinned woman.
Of course, now she had Obi and she hungered for his moist, wet lips on her own, ached painfully for his turgidly throbbing cock fucking so gloriously into the soft-walled hole of her madly pulsing cunt. Obi had been the first person since Marot who had been able to arouse her to those unparalleled heights of ecstatic rapture, the first person to send hot wild cum rippling through her hotly seething pussy and she craved the lusty appetite of his cunt-lashing tongue splitting her bright orange-furred pussy lips down there between her wantonly spread young thighs I Oh Obi! God, how I miss you when you're away!
Love! Who would have thought it! Who would ever have imagined that sensuously alive young Trina Artog could ever be so extraordinarily pleased and fulfilled by the fucking of one mere man?
She recalled with small tears in her lovely blue eyes the first time she had seen him on the space craft as she was serving him a morning intox on the Crellian-Yavin flight. He was no more handsome, no more appealing than the average traveller to her that day. Well, perhaps a little better looking with his virile body so tightly clothed in that Knight of Gazza uniform, and that uncanny twinkle in his large dark eyes. But she had seen so many like him before, so many other weary but wicked-thinking travelling men who were either obsessed with their work or their wives or their little houses on a suburban planet-or all three! And yet, this one, Obi Oregano, had been just a little bit different ... there was some indefinable quality that almost immediately intrigued her-as well as put her on her guard!
He had, of course, asked her to go out to dinner with him on Yavin. She wasn't going to accept until he mentioned the name of a very expensive and exclusive restaurant! Well, she reasoned, I can always fend him off afterwards if I'm not in the mood. A good dinner like that is not something a girl ought to pass up, after all! But there was no need to fend him off! All evening long he acted the perfect gentleman, not trying to snake his hand up her stocking-encased thigh in the land speeder taxi as so many of them did, not so much as uttering one suggestive word or sly maneuver! Instead, he was a talkative, lively fellow who, surprisingly, had a lot of interesting things to say! Besides, he seemed so genuinely enthusiastic about everything that she soon found herself enraptured and fascinated by his every word! Before Trina Artog had realized it that evening, her defenses were shattered and his charming charisma had completely overwhelmed her!
It wasn't until they were back at her apartment, standing by the door that she had opened with her thumb print pressed against it, that he gently folded her into his strong arms and kissed her passionately on her ruby moist lips, and that kiss had excited unknown depths of erotic desire in her tingling, moistly flooding young cunt, as his eagerly probing tongue darted like a firebrand into her warmly sucking mouth. Somehow they had managed to stumble inside, their hungering lips still locked together, and she wasn't sure how they reached her bedroom or how they had managed to strip off all of their clothes. She only knew that she wanted his cock in her cunt, desperately, fiercely, and that if she didn't have him fucking deep up inside her belly she would die.
Oh, that glorious night! She would never forget the raging thickness of his massively turgid cock as it plundered into the hotly sticky little hole up between her eagerly spread thighs! Yes, and that long fiery tongue of his thrusting like licking flames into her scorchingly receptive mouth as his strong hands kneaded the ripely luscious flesh of her fully rounded breasts, teasing and tweaking the rosy-toned nipples into throbbingly distended erection! The next day she hardly remembered anything clearly; it was all a wild fire of lust in her mind. She couldn't remember anything except that they loved madly and passionately, that they had fucked and sucked cock and cunt and cum until they were both absolutely exhausted; then they had slept till noon, awakened and sucked more gloriously delirious cum from each other!
Yes, she loved him! Loved his fire-filled tongue, loved his madly thrusting cock reaming without mercy into her hotly clenching, hungrily sizzling pussy hole! Her own lover, her own magnificent giant stallion who so joyfully filled her with carnal delight that at the end of it all she had thankfully cried in his arms with an uncontrollable rapture she had never dreamed possible with any man!
And it had gone on and on like that, every time he came to Yavin from Corellian. Finally, she could stand it no longer-she had to have him all the time. So she begged him to let her move to Corellian, or whatever the strange planet was where he lived, so that they could be together always and forever. Instead, the next time he was in Yavin he brought her a betrothal ring! And he had promised that they could get married as soon as he could arrange for a transfer to Yavin! He was sure his command would grant his request any time now ... it might only be a matter of days!
Think of it! It may be only a matter of days before you'll be Trina Artog Oregano! Oh God, she could hardly wait until he could be fucking her or licking her pussy all the nights of the year! It would be pure galactic heaven!!!