Chapter 16
Mike Herbert put his head on one side and gave the couple a rather derisive look. They stood still, looking right back at him, the big man and the big woman. The man was well dressed, carrying one small bag. The woman held a suitcase in each hand. She was good-looking, but her body was hard to gauge under the loosely belted coat she wore. It fell nearly to her ankles, although the way it was poked out in front did make Mike think she had a pair of tits worth eyeing.
"Well, you two've got plenty of confidence," he said, "I'll sure say that. Just pack up and come right on down here to hotrodder's docks, looking for passage to Earth. And on a freighter, at that! We've got no accommodations for passengers."
The man shrugged. "That doesn't matter," he said, looking over Mike's shoulder to where the freight-ship Neffer stood, ready to leap into space and fall back to the bluish ball in the sky that was Earth.
Mike shook his head with a little smile. "Well, and just why should we take you two, anyhow?"
"Show the nice man, Ray baby," the man said.
Trembling, sweating a little, the big woman called Ray set down her suitcases and unbelted her coat She opened it. Mike stared, and stared. Underneath she wore nothing but skin, and she had a lot of it, and in the proper places.
"Damn!" Mike gasped.
"Tell the nice man, Ray baby," the man said.
She licked her hps, Sweating, Mike saw. Like she really hated to say, but something was making her. He shifted his eyes to the man, but he wasn't even looking at her. He was gazing up at Earth.
"I... I need ... I need men," the big woman called Ray said, looking straight at Mike with what appeared to be torture in her eyes. "I... have to have men. Two
at a time, preferably. One in my mouth___and /.. but I
really groove on ... on one up my ... my back."
"She likes it in the ass, is what she means," the man beside her said. "Don't you, Ramona?"
She nodded.
"Say it, then."
"I... I need it up my ass," Ray said helplessly. "You
and your crew will. .. will enjoy this trip to Earth like .. . like never before."
Mike, with an effort, closed his mouth. He turned to the man.
"Who are you?"
"Name's Ed Royse," Ed said. "And this is Ray, Ramona. She's clean, bet on that. And she isn't mine. But she's going out of her skull. She's got to get back to Earth, and she has this thing. She can't get an orgasm except with a tool up her back." He shrugged, sheading bis hands in a helpless gesture. His little suitcase was obviously light.
"Jesus," Mike gasped. He ran bis eyes up and down Ray's naked body again, framed perfectly by the dark coat. "Uh ... belt it up, baby," he told her, "before I split my pants." He shook his head. "Look, I. . . what the hell's the catch?"
Ed shrugged. "No catch. Seriously. The poor kid needs your help."
"Kidl" Mike exploded. "She's more woman than any two I ever saw . . . and I swear, there ain't over five percent of it fat! Lord, what a build. And . . . just running around naked in that coat.. . and saying that!"
"Yes," Ed nodded. "If s a shame, isn't it? But without it she'll go right around the bend. I mean funko, really. She's got to get back to Earth, to the people who can help her, you see." He didn't mention that he was referring to the police, not to the psychiatrists that Mike mdoubtedly assumed he meant "And she's got to be kept happy till she gets there, poor kid."
Ed reached over and patted one of Ramona's big breasts, through the coat. "She needs passage to Earth, Captain. And she needs you, and your crew. Lord, I just
can't give her all the assfucking she needs."
"She's not your woman, though? Not your relative, either?"
"No. She's a friend of a friend. She followed him up here, from Earth, and he can't get away to take her back. So he got her together with me, damn him. Oh, it was great, for awhile. But after that... man, I'm sore in the crotch! This kid just needs all the cock she can possibly get, and I'm getting shook about it How many in your crew, captain?"
"Name's Mike," Mike said. "There are five of us. Charlie's pretty old, but ... he can still cut it. And Gary's just a kid, twenty. Screwing's all he thinks about. He won a little bet in a whorehouse just three nights ago. There were ten of 'em. He made 'em all happy." Mike grinned, "Or at least he screwed 'em all. He's our cocksman first class."
"Umm. Well, five might be enough ... I'll help, too," Ed said doubtfully. He turned to Ramona. "What do you think? Will five men be enough... with one of them a strong comer?"
"Answer, Ray baby," Ed prompted, ignoring the torment in her eyes. "What do you think? I know you just can't get enough cock. Right?"
She shook her head. "Yes," she said in a low voice. "I just can't get enough cock."
"Well, do you think maybe six of us can do it? If we work out a schedule and make sure you get eight or ten good screws a day?"
"I... I guess ... maybe ... six will be enough... if you work out a schedule and make sure ... I get . . . plenty."
Ed turned to Mike. He had seized control; the seller's market had become a buyer's, and both men knew it Mike's tongue was practically hanging out, and his baggy pants had tightened perceptibly just below the belt
"Well, there you are, Mike. Maybe we can do it the six of us. We've got to try, poor kid." He patted Ramona's breast again, from underneath this time, so that Mike could see it bounce beneath her coat
"Come aboard," Mike said.
They went aboard.
Both Mike and Gary had shot a load up Ramona's back before the ship left Mars.
Once they had the ship on autopilot, every man was free, and they immediately went at it again, with Mike and Gary falling in at the end of the line. Ed watched, grimly enjoying his punishment of the big woman who had so heinously destroyed Linda's body.
By the end of the second "day"—they were using the Earthtime clock now, not the Marstime one with its longer day—Ramona had been anally enjoyed by all six men a total of fifteen times. Gary really was, as Mike had said, a cocksman first class.
Strangely, by that time they were almost bored with the routine, and when Ed and the big woman retired—in a specially rearranged section of the hold—he gave her another shot of the illegal drug and talked quietly to her, giving her a new "prograniming."
The men enjoyed the new arrangement immensely. First Gary sat down on the edge of his bunk, and the others helped Ramona seat herself on his thighs, with bis thick cock buried up in her back. Then Gary leaned back, pulling her with him, turning slightly on his side so
as to maintain penetration.
Next the older crewman, Charlie, stretched beside her, facing her. With a little help he was able to slide his prick up into her vagina, laughing when he felt Gary's organ through the woman's thin membranes.
Charlie was short, and he was easily able to chew and suck at her breasts as he wiggled, thrusting Mmself in when Gary pulled, and pulling when Gary drove forward into her.
Thus Ben was free, and he stood beside the bunk, running his long and rather thin penis into her mouth.
"Isn't it wonderful, Ray?" Ed said, watching beside Mike. "You want so much to help them all, to make it good for them all . . . and of course don't forget who you are, Rayl"
Streaming tears, moaning around Ben's cock as he hunched it in and out of her face, Ramona was screwed by three men simultaneously. And she agitated her body with all her might, making it as good for them as possible.
And all the while, somewhere deep inside her mind, within a little mental room whose door was closed and locked, she was crying out, No! Oh no, no!
Ed urged Bruce forward, so that the object of their sexual attentions could wrap a hand around his erect penis and masturbate him slowly, gently.
Mike pointed out that their ship's whore could easily handle another man, since she had one hand left. But neither he nor Ed wanted that. They merely watched.
Ben came first, spraying his semen into her mouth and watching her Adams apple bob as she swallowed it down to form a warm pool in her belly. Then he stepped back, just a little, so that she could clean him up with
her tongue. Gary yelled at that point, and the tightening of his buttocks and jerking of his body indicated that he was speeding another blast of his semen up her back.
Poor Charlie, panting, screwed on and on. He had come into her twice in forty-eight hours, and he was beyond the point of daily orgasms. Closer to a heart attack.
"Let's give Mm a break, huh, Ray?" Ed suggested.
"Yes . .. let's give Charlie a break," she murmured.
"Take it out, Charlie," Ed instructed, and the gasping Charlie did without complaint.
"Now, Mike, just lie down there on the bunk, on your back."
"Who the hell's captain around here?" Mike mattered, but he grinned and did as Ed instructed. His big purple cock jutted above him like a sailing ship's mast. Ramona obeyed Ed's suggestion that she kneel astride the freighter captain and take him into her vagina, then bend forward. She did, her buttocks rising high and enticingly into the air.
Ed was about to plant himself in her back when a grinning Gary jumped forward, displaying an incredible aew erection already. He slid it effortlessly up her well-opanded anus and clapped his hands to her hips.
"Just be still, Captain," he grinned at Mike. "I'll bounce her up and down."
And he did, and Mike groaned as her vagina slid up and down on his throbbing shaft, and Charlie groaned, ax>, because the arrangement placed Ramona's mouth at just the right height. She had only to tilt her head back a bit and open wide. She could not help herself by afpping her hands up and down his shaft, of course, because she was on hands and knees.
But she sucked, as Ed ordered, with all her might. And Charlie, smiling, jerked hard, fucking her face with all his might. Each hard blow jarred her head back, and she emitted a moan each time he made his partial withdrawal preparatory to slamming his hips forward again.
At last he was moaning and groaning, jerking all over his wizened old frame, grasping her hair and pulling her head down onto his spurting penis. The climax weakened him so that he staggered and at last had to sit down weakly, sending his last yellowish spurt through the air to splash on her big downward-swinging breasts.
Her breasts swung a lot harder now as Gary began to jerk at her and thrust with all the power of his legs and muscular buttocks. Once again he groaned and jerked in orgasm, while beneath her Mike suddenly gasped and stiffened. The two men sent their semen spewing into her body's depths in simultaneous orgasms.
After that they all lay about listlessly while Ray sucked weakly but avidly at Ed's erection. At his command she did not touch it with her hands. Instead she jammed four fingers of the left up into her vagina while pinching her nipples with the other hand.
Ed concentrated on anything but sex, doing his best to make it last and last. He succeeded, taking a little kidding from Gary—who had already fondled himself erect again. But when Ed had at last groaned and pumped out his liquid life into her mouth and down her throat, Ramona collapsed into a huddle on the deck.
Charlie went to relieve Ken, who was watching the con. Ken hurried beck to the sex-cabin, muttering about being left out. He gave them all angry looks when he saw the exhausted Ramona, leaking semen from mouth and vulva and anus. But with the help of his hands and
Ed's voice, she got to her knees and slumped forward across the bunk.
There she remained while Ken inserted himself in her rectum and began dog-hunching her.
"This damned thing's big as a house," he growled, and Ramona groaned and quaked.
"Aw, come on, Ken," Gary grinned. "That's no way to talk about your best girl."
"Best girll This fuckin' whore?"