Chapter 6
There was little resemblance between the ship Ed Royse boarded for the Mars trip and the one on which Ramona and Simon were passengers. Theirs was a luxury Marsliner, with every facility the old ocean vessels had offered, mcluding a swimming pool. The big ship's gyros maintained gravity, so that neither swimmers nor water floated in airless, gravityless space.
Once they were aboard it took Ramona less than thirty minutes to sonoshower her fine big body and less than fifteen minutes to get into a "swimsuit." (The cannister contained a hanky-sized bottom, black, that tied on both hips and left about a third of her cheeks bare above, and another third bare beneath the slender black strap. Also kwik-aply paint. She used that to decorate her left nipple and aureole black, with
radiating lines of red, and her right one red with black lines.)
It took her another thirty minutes to find and put the maVf* on the diminutive brunette in the pool. Debbie wore a fascinating suit; it was one-piece, white, and looked quite modest—except that all she wore beneath the short skirt was skin. Their conversation was very brief; Ramona counted on her natural animal magnetism, and it did not fail her.
As she lowered her mouth, Debbie half closed her eyes, making no effort to draw away. She sighed as the full, warm hps touched hers. Her mouth opened slightly, and Ramona's tongue darted inside. Feeling the big woman's hand slide under the skirt of her suit, Debbie drew in her breath sharply, but she spread her thighs slightly as expert fingers probed at her crotch. She absorbed the kiss with sounds of pleasure, wiggled her hips slightly against Ramona's hand, and sighed when the big woman's other hand fondled her breast through the cloth of her suit.
"My ... god ... you work ... fast!"
Ramona nodded, smiling and making no attempt to remove her hand from the girl's soft pussy.
Gazing at her with wide green eyes, Debbie touched her tongue to her lips. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and signified her decision by nodding. "We're just a little public here, lover."
Ramona shrugged. "My cabin. As soon as you change. 39-B."
"Thirty-nine B?" Debbie said, cocking her head and grinning. "That's about your size too, isn't it, Ray?"
Ramona shook her head with a return smile, "Just thirty-eights," she said, and helped the girl out of the ship's pool. It and its sides were so full of others making
out that few noticed or paid any attention to the quick Lesbian agreement. Ramona and Debbie headed for their cabins.
Ramona moved swiftly, her anticipation running high, but she was just getting off the last of the paint when she heard the knock at the door. Grinning, she whipped an abbreviated robe about herself and tied the sash as she headed through her two-room suite. She opened the door. Debbie had moved fast. Her suit was gone and in its place she wore a nanomini—from nanosecond, meaning the tinest portion thereof—that covered her from crotch to neck. She peeked past Ramona.
"Hey Ray, nice little apt you've got here . . . unh! That feels nice!" She smiled with unrestrained pleasure as Ramona cupped her breast and squeezed it gently, drawing her into the cabin and closing the door.
"You mean this?" Ramona squeezed both the girl's breasts and pushed hard at the satiny fabric of the nanomini, forcing it and her finger into the cleavage. Debbie helped by thrusting her bosom forward.
"Um, yes. Nice," she murmured. "I love to be touched all over." She arched an eyebrow at Ramona, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"You don't waste any time, little girl," Ramona said, with delight. She slipped her arms around the girl's waist and drew her close, feeling the warmth of her body through the fragile fabric. She lowered her head to the softly waiting lips and Debbie opened to receive the probing tongue. She wriggled as it explored her teeth and caressed her tongue.
Panting, the smaller girl slid her arms around Ramona's neck and strained tightly to her big body. Ramona plunged her tongue rhythmically in and out of
the girl's ovaled lips. Meanwhile, she explored Debbie's back, finding it bare; the dress was closed in front, open in back to the top of her buttocks. Ramona slipped a finger between their tops, making Debbie wiggle against her.
Debbie pulled her lips away, breathing heavily as Ramona found the closure of her super minidress and opened it. Debbie's fingers quickly undid the sash Ramona had only just tied. She pulled the robe open, sliding her arms about the other woman's waist. Coursing her hands over the satiny flesh, she rained kisses on the full, firm breasts. Her hps closed over one jutting nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and Ramona gasped as it was grated gently over Debbie's teeth. Debbie grinned up at her.
"I like it with big girls," she said.
"How about with men?"
Debbie shrugged. "Either . . . but right now it's all you." And she sucked hard.
Ramona wriggled her shoulders, dropping her arms. Her robe fluttered to the floor. Then she peeled the tiny dress off the other girl, revealing her clad in a lacy bra and no pants. Debbie grinned when Ramona looked significantly at her shaven crotch.
"I think breasts can always use a little support," she said. "Hate to strain the muscles. But who needs covered pussies?"
Ramona's only reply was a wordless sound from her throat as she jammed her lips onto the other woman's. It opened in eager surrender. Ramona was panting and working her tongue rapidly in the girl's willing mouth as she clutched at the edge of the lacy brassiere, her knuckles pressing into the soft mound beneath.
"Tear it off, lover," Debbie breathed, and Ramona
chuckled and pressed her close. She tore it, the cup ripping away in her strong hand. The strap popped as she jerked it down from a smooth white shoulder. When her hand closed on one soft ivory mound of tit flesh* Debbie uttered soft little moans of delight The strong fingers fondled and molded the palpitating flesh. Swiftly the pink tip lengthened and hardened against her palm.
Ramona slipped her tongue from Debbie's mouth, enjoying the feel of the girl's soft breasts against her, and ran it across her cheek before probing wetly into her ear. Debbie shuddered with pleasure. Holding her arm tightly around the girl's waist Ramona tore away the remainder of the bra. She ran her hand over the soft, elastic flesh.
"You need support like I need more height pussycat God, you're a sexy bitch!"
"Uh... so good, ripping off my bra... rape me.. ,n Debbie leaned weakly against her, her eyes tight shut Ramona was delighted at the invitation. She thrust one hand between their trembling thighs. The girl she held spread her legs and squealed with delight when the hand roughly grabbed her hairless crotch and massaged it firmly. "Uh ... ah ..."
Ramona nuzzled her neck. "You really like that,
baby? You like having your pussy scrubbed?" She was
panting, and sweat glistened on her forehead.
"Ahh ... god, Ray . .. just. .. do me ... rape me »»
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"Okay, pussycat you asked for it!" Ray whispered hoarsely, and sent a stiff finger ramming past the unprotected vulva and deep into the girl's vagina. Debbie cried out in astonishment and pain at the sudden intrusion. Sweat broke out on her naked body. Ray effectively silenced her outcries by pressing their lips
together and tongueing strongly while the vagrant finger manipulated the tissues within Debbie's soft cunt, bringing a sudden appearance of lubricating fluid. The girl's thighs trembled uncontrollably as she willingly accepted the fierce lovemalring.
Just like a man, she thought, her eyes tightly closed. As good as a man . . . but with nice fat tits ... a man with a man's name ... Ray ... I'll call her "he" ...
Taking a shuddery gulp of air, Ray held the girl close to his/her naked body. A hand slid under Debbie's knees and she was swung up into the air and carried into the adjoining room. She clung to her carrier, her hps pressed to what she tried hard to think of as "his" big breast.
The bedroom was dimly lit by illumination coming from the door. In the semidarkness, Ray laid the girl down on the bed and fondled her, enjoying the erotic writhing, the murmured sounds of pleasure. Ray kissed the soft white body, then moved onto the bed in a fluid motion. They welded their bodies together. Hard nipples stabbed at each other's breasts as their mouths met in a moist kiss. For a moment, they nibbled at each other's tongues, rapturous sounds gurgling in their throats. Then Ray slid a hand over the sweat slippery back and forced a knee between Debbie's thighs. They opened obligingly.
The girl sighed ecstatically as she felt the firm leg muscle against her crotch, and she pumped her hips slowly, rubbing against it. The leg's owner slid soft lips from Debbie's, and on down over the creamy flesh to the softness of a rounded breast. Sucking hard, Ray pulled the nipple up into her warm mouth, nibbling at the hard point as the girl squirmed and murmured rapturously.
Ray then bathed that clever tongue over Debbie's ribs and down to her belly, curling it into a tiny naveL The girl's stomach muscles rippled and jerked spasmodically under the strange caress. Ray rubbed a soft cheek against that sweating belly. She moved further down.
Feeling Ray's lips working just above and then down beside her smooth vulva, the girl bit her lip and grunted out little animal sounds of desire. Then the tongue licked down the center crease, and back up, just within the lips, to touch her clitoris. She squealed, jerking. Her movements were a plea for more clitoral playing.
Ray's tongue worked rapidly around and over the pleasure button, lapping it, bringing it alive. Debbie arched her hips against the invading wetness of warm flesh. With a whimper, she abandoned all pretext of being loved by a man; no man would be so gentle with the ignition switch of her passion. She wriggled her body until she was facing the other woman, then pushed her face between the firm thighs. Ramona lifted her leg to make room for that sweet little mouth to force itself against her cunt. The soft lips touched her vulva and the darting tongue was a lightning bolt of ecstasy. She groaned, shuddering.
Pulling her head away from Debbie's smooth mound, She reached down to hold the girl's head against her, panting. "Yes, god, yes! Eat it... chew on it... it's so good . . ."
The two women squirmed and squealed in mutual delight, plunging their agile tongues into each other's hot, wet bodies. Their hips worked continuously, striving to meet the attacks of mutually stabbing tongues. Rapture climbed to almost unbearable levels in their churning abdomens.
They struggled, fighting, chewing on each other's
vulva as each forced the other to a climax. Debbie emitted a sudden strangling shriek and shoved her tongue deep to palpitate Ramona's vagina as her own belly exploded in a soundless symphony of sexual release. The piercing, suddenly ferocious tongue triggered Ramona's sweat-sinning body. A surge of ecstasy poured through her as she was plunged into an excruciating orgasm that approached the level of pain.
Their bodies undulated sensually together as the two women prolonged the exquisite and ecstatic release to its highest degree of fulfillment.
Completely exhausted, they lay in trembling contentment, each with a head still between the other's thighs. Their tongues avoided the now supersensitive clitorises, licking languidly into each other's love channels, savoring the last juice of their bodies' conquest. They sagged on the bed, limp and happy, drifting toward sleep.
Before Debbie returned to her own cabin they had loved twice again, and Ramona had the surprised girl's agreement to a special party. The third guest would be Simon, her partner, who was at the moment quite pleasurably occupied in his own cabin.
He had found the girl a remarkably easy pickup in one of the ship's two bars. Or perhaps not remarkably. This was not, after all, the repressed Twentieth Century, and the great interplanetary liners were favorite bed-bouncing headquarters for those with money. It was not that he and his Lesbian partner actually had the money, of course. But they were not broke, and once they put into distribution to private customers the flaming hot sadistic film they'd shot with those two Earthside sluts, they'd be on the street called Easy.
The girl he picked up in the ship's main bar was one
who already had all she wanted—inherited. She was just out of creche, meaning she was twenty or slightly older, and meaning she was used to plenty of sexual activity—with others her age. Now, on her way back to her birthplace on Mars, she was ready to turn to an older man, and Simon Rawledge was the right man at the right place at precisely the right moment. Ewie had just turned off an attractive male her own age; she was tired of males her own age.
"Love to have a drink with you," she smiled in answer to his age-old question, and she watched him sit beside her.
Their interests were mutual, they quickly discovered. Bed. They could hardly wait to finish the drink and hurry off to his cabin, where Ewie was most superlatively fucked.
"How ... old are you?" she murmured, as she drifted off to sleep in the circle of his arm. "Please ... I mean really."
"I've been regenerated once," he admitted, deciding that she wanted the honesty she requested. He looked about thirty, of course; the regeneration had seen to that. "I'm fifty-seven." Which meant he was young. With science, medicine, lack of population pressure, and regeneration, life expectancy on Earth was now 200.
"Ummm," she sighed, "I'll never let a kid touch me again." And she went to sleep. He did, a moment later, and awoke to the feeling of a pressure against his hps. He opened his eyes to see the girl's face close to his. Evvie laughed softly. "How many kisses does it take to wake you, lover?"
He smiled, sliding his arm down to pat her naked bottom. "You just found out." He wondered briefly what time it was, but it didn't matter. IDs hands
caressed her, one on her shoulder and the other on one tight little buttock that was almost hard in its muscled firmness. He liked this type of girl: small, slim, with almost angular hips and tight, smallish breasts. Perhaps it was in reaction to his big partner—whose superbly constructed body he thought was wasted in Lesbianism.
Their hps met in a long kiss and he realized, belatedly, that she had somehow straddled him without awakening him. He smoothed a hand over her soft, deeply tanned back, and she moved her hips, back and forth, brushing his pelvis with her furry loins. His penis began to harden in swift response to the feathery caress of that soft down, and she giggled. He hoisted her above him, gripping her shoulders.
"What's on your mind, little girl?"
She braced her hands on either side of his chest and lowered herself, shrugging her shoulders so that the stiffening nipples of her swaying breasts brushed his chest The nipples were protruberant, set in swollen-looking aureolae that she had painted deep blue—and which she had assured him was nontoxic paint. Apparently it was. It was also, he had learned with surprised delight pineapple flavored.
"You know, loverman," she whispered, her eyes fixed on his. They seemed to glint sparkling. "I want more of that fine cock of yours. You loved me beautifully . . . now it's my turn, don't you think?"
He nodded, raising his hands to cup the soft pendants of flesh thrusting from her chest. He molded them while she watched his face with that sensual intensity. She began to breathe rapidly as her nipples tightened and thrust out between his fingers. She spread her legs wider and arched her back so that her soft furry vulva pressed against his cock. Her eyes half closed, her face assuming
an expression of serious concentration, she centered her attention on him and the things being done to her lithe body. He raised his knees, pushing gently with his palms against her shoulders.
With a smile of pleasure she rose above him in a supple, languid motion. Still astride his waist, she rested her hips against his thighs and grasped his fully extended penis in both her slim-fingered hands. He saw her tingling thrill, watched her smile. She held the thick shaft between her legs while she began to spread her knees, lowering herself.
He watched her sink down on it, watched his erection touch her mound and spread its soft hps. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and her breathing quickened as his penis began its penetration. He was fascinated, watching his cock slowly disappear up into the girl while she lowered herself. She released it from her hands, which she braced against her trembling thighs. She grinned at him, then chuckled as she gradually impaled herself on intensely hard hotness. She sighed.
She came to rest on him. Her pubic hairs were mingled with his. His penis was completely imbedded in her body. Weakly she leaned back against his thighs. Her eyes were filled with delight and wonder at the big throbbing shaft in her belly as she cupped her breasts and gazed down at him. Her thumbs roamed the hard tips of her tits.
"Umm," she breathed, "it's so big and so strong, lover!"
She inhaled sharply, eyes flaring, when he abruptly pulled his hips down and jabbed upward. She raised herself slightly, giving him more room for movement, then closed her eyes in pleasure as the big shaft began to slide rhythmically in and out of her. She moaned with
delight, smiling down at him. Slowly she stretched her arms over her head and sucked in her belly as the rigid pole of sex pummeled her vagina.
He bent his head forward to watch the deep red of his prick slide in and out of her petal-pink lips, enjoying the erotic contrast. Lowering her arms, she caressed herself in sensual abandon, sighing as the warmth increased inside her. Her skin gleamed with perspiration, now, and she was panting a little in exertion, receiving the powerful tool again and again. Smiling at him, she pressed her hands to her lower belly in an effort to feel the rhythmic penetration of her depths. She curled her body forward a little so that she, too, could watch herself being screwed.
Her eyes were delighted at her body's ability to take his big cock and swallow it up. She gazed with pleasure at its length, wet with her body's liquids, sliding in and out of her. She began to agitate herself with an abandoned tempo calculated to thrust him over the edge.
Suddenly, he slammed his penis deep into her and held out his hands. Resting her small hands in his, she allowed herself to be pulled downward. She was whimpering with anticipation, wriggling her hips until her soft and well-parted vaginal lips were jammed tight against the base of his cock. Her widespread thighs trembled as she lay limply against his chest. His arms enfolded her quaking body. The sensuous girl knew that she was going to come before her lover, and that she could not control it.
An electric thrill suffused her abdomen. She wriggled in ecstasy, gasping as wave after hot wave of orgasm rolled over her. Then the thick stalk within her belly began jerking, hard. Hot Kquid pulsed against the walls
of her vagina, sending her orgasm to an even higher stage. Panting with rapture, she tried to make sounds, then gave up and shuddered under the impact of wave after wave of total ecstasy.
Through languid eyes, she gazed at her hand, slim fingers tangled in the dark hair on his chest. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Umm! What a way to wake up! What a lover!"
"Your lover," Simon said, "is empty. Somebody'd better mix a drink or two to replenish my body liquids."
She laughed, raising herself from his chest. "Okay, sweet. Unspike me."
He withdrew his deflating penis, and semen poured from her vagina to flow over his abdomen. She gasped. "Ugh! I'm a waterfall!"
Simon patted her on the tail. "Take a shower and mix us some drinks, woman!"
While she was in his sonoshower the vidiphone buzzed, and he took the call from Ramona, then made another of his own, a very private call.