Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  I snugged my nose into her neck, nibbling on her ear from time to time as I concentrated on rubbing my pelvis against her appropriately with each thrust. I was eager to propel her toward orgasm as fast as me. These girls on this ship were very close. They shared things with each other. If I botched this first opportunity, I might not get many others.

  Her breath was getting heavy, but I didn't think that she was anywhere near as close to climax as I was. I needed to slow down.

  Sliding one arm behind the small of her back helped me lift her breasts within reach of my mouth. I focused more on pleasuring her tiny breasts instead of deep thrusting. I could tell by her response that I was on the right track.

  I then minimized the lower body movement to just grinding her clit as I licked and sucked her dark pointed nipples like they were chocolate candy. It wasn't long before she repeatedly lifted her head just to thump it back down on the bed. Then came the moaning. I stayed diligent in my technique until her arms clenched my neck with great force, pulling my mouth from her breasts. But it was okay, she was already beyond the point of no return.

  Her muscles tensed up like rigor mortis, nearly crushing my balls between her surprisingly strong thighs. Locking her teeth together prevented me from even trying to kiss her as she rode the wave of pleasure that I had just given her. I laid still, patiently waiting. The reduction, then complete lack of thrusting helped me stay off my own climax, despite the titillating scene beneath me.

  When her eyes reopened, she began to laugh. I hoped that was a good sign. While she was still catching her breath, I carefully raised up to my knees causing my still rock-hard flesh pipe to slide out of her.

  "Oh no!" she said.

  I grabbed those slim ankles that I had been admiring earlier and lifted them into the air. She eagerly reached down between her sexy legs to guide me back inside of her, smiling as I pushed it all the way in.

  Glancing between her beautiful face and key parts of her amazing body, I thrust into her repeatedly, ready for my reward. I could tell that it wasn't going to take long at all.

  "Where do I?" I asked.

  "Inside me," replied quickly. "It's safe."

  I figured that meant that there was no chance to get her pregnant. I was open to spraying my seed wherever she wanted, as long as it was in or on her. With it being our first time, and the unbelievable view of her in the spread-eagle position, I was glad to receive permission to release naturally in the act.

  I gripped her ankles tight as my balls tensed up like the muscles in my arms and abdomen. I could see her gazing at me in amazement, thoroughly enjoying watching me orgasm. Gritting my teeth, I slowed my pelvis to maximize own pleasure. Eventually reopening my eyes, I found her holding her breath with her mouth wide open, astonished by my sexual release.

  I released my lock on her legs and lowered my chest to hers, feeling exhausted all of the sudden. "Wow!" I whispered in her ear. "That was amazing, Coffee. Thank you."

  "Thank you, Kash," she quickly replied. Then she pulled me against her face and began kissing my forehead and cheek. "I enjoyed it so much. I have never seen a man climax like that before. It was fabulously fulfilling."

  "Really?" I asked as I continued to slow my breathing. My mind was already coming back to me. I started wondering what this experience meant for us. Me and Coffee. Also, how did it affect my future relationship with Honeysuckle and Cinnamon.

  "Men these days struggle to get hard, let alone get off," Coffee told me. "You're going to be quite popular, I'm sure."

  "Thanks," I said before placing a soft kiss on her lips. She was looking at me like I was some sort of celebrity. "Does that mean that we can do this again sometime soon?"

  "Oh, my stars, yes!"

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX:

  When I slipped out of Coffee's room, I instinctively turned left instead of right. That pointed me back toward the doctor's lab and Cinnamon's quarters. I glanced inside the open door of the med bay to find it empty. Strawberry evidently had already been taken to her quarters while I was having sexual intercourse. The walls and doors in the ship were so soundproof that it was hard to know what was going on unless you left your door open. Or read your messages. I still wasn't very disciplined at doing the latter. At least I knew that we had not been overheard.

  I continued to the steps, planning to use the landing there as a shortcut around to the other hallway where the shower room was located. Honeysuckle came jogging up the stairwell as I approached. She was still covered in the camo filth, choosing to complete her obligations in the maintenance section before washing off from her time spent outside.

  We smiled at each other, then I followed her toward my destination. We were both heading to the same place it seemed. I sang one of my messed-up songs softly as I trailed behind her. I was overflowing with too much joy to hide it.

  “Stop spreading manure,

  All over your face,

  You've got to stay inside a bit,

  Honeysuckle! Honeysuckle!”

  She stopped, turned, and stared at me in shock as I finished:

  “If I can keep you here,

  You skin will remain clear,

  You've got to stay,

  Inside! Inside!”

  I was certain that she did not know the original diddy about the largest city in the United States during my time. The song itself was very popular back then, used regularly to promote tourism. As I thought about it, I couldn't recall hearing any music in the ship since I had entered.

  "Don't you girls listen to music?" I asked the green wisp of a beauty. Her strangely intoxicating white eyes and flowing hair stopped me in my tracks.

  Honey grinned and turned away before replying, "Only in our rooms. It is against policy to allow the distraction any place else in our ship. But there is so much music played on the stations that it takes a few minutes to adjust when we dock."

  The first door led to the toilet. There was a sink in there for washing up, too. The second door was to the shower room. Two stalls took up most of the space in there, each with an opaque door for privacy, and a towel closet inside. There was no need to get naked outside the water spraying cubicle. So, I was not surprised when she held the door open for me to follow her in.

  Before I could even open the door to my stall, Honeysuckle had pulled her shirt off and dropped her drawers. Already barefoot, she stood before me completely nude causing my jaw to drop and eyes to bug out. When she stepped forward to place a soft kiss on my lips, I placed my hands on the clean skin covering her rib cage. Her body was as perfect as Coffee's though very different in shape, color and scent.

  Her breasts were larger, bouncing all on their own. Slender hips led to a smaller, tighter ass. Smooth fern green flesh begged to be touched, caressed. There were no markings in her skin, or color variations either, except for the white rings toward the end of her arms and legs. Her hairless pussy was a shy whispering eye between her long thin thighs.

  "You smell strong of Coffee," she said, eyes wide as she pulled back.

  "Oh, sorry," I replied. I thought that I had wiped off good with a dry towel before leaving my dark lover's room, but that wasn't enough, of course.

  "That's okay," she replied. "Maybe we can make some time for us tomorrow," she winked as she stepped into her stall.

  "That sounds great!" I replied. She giggled at my surprise and enthusiasm for the prospect of sharing some intimate time together. I had originally thought that Honeysuckle would be my first chance at a bedroom companion among the crew. She was the second girl that I befriended, and more seductive than the first.

  By the time that I was finished cleaning up, she was already gone. That was just as well. I was better off pacing myself with these beautiful women to prevent a heart attack. Though not old enough to typically worry about that, these sweethearts were very young and athletic.

  I retired to my room after grabbing a quick snack in the galley. It had been a great day full of action. I was certainly ready for some rest.
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br />   My tablet showed several messages, so I read those as I reclined in my own bed. There was one from the doctor showing poor results for the fish testing so far. She explained that there were additional treatments to be attempted. Final results should be ready in the morning.

  Another message was from Cinnamon updating me on the new positions of the cargo cubes in the lower level. She had placed everything as I requested, except for the forward hold. She explained why in detail. The lightest containers were the three cages with animals, so she left those toward the center. The heaviest unit was the huge supply of food to feed the creatures. That went farthest from the section of the ship that was hanging over the edge of the cliff while still remaining in the forward compartment. There were two storage cubes that had not yet been investigated.

  One of them held unusual clothing from a distant world. The goods would sell at high prices on the more populated space stations, should we ever leave this planet. The second held a variety of exotic weapons that she encouraged me to see in person the next morning. I noticed that I was the only recipient of the informative message. She was keeping these details from Sage and the rest of the crew. Also included with the message was that our risk of losing the ship over the cliff had been reduced to just four-point-eight percent.

  A message from Sage had gone out to all the crew members announcing a scheduled team meeting for the morning. There were no replies that I could see, so I assumed that it was just a periodic formal discussion and had nothing to do with my recent activity.

  I laid in bed with plenty to think about before I drifted off to sleep. Sex and power, mostly.

  I had walked into that portal less than a week ago thinking that it would be the means of my death. Whether instantaneous or prolonged, I figured it would have to be better than being ceremoniously killed in prison while angry, misinformed people watched with satisfaction.

  If the guys on death row all over America knew what I had fallen into, they'd be lining up to get their chance. Since the scientists were not receiving signal from anyone that has gone through the portal, the project was probably drawing less interest and funding. I now knew the reason for the lack of communication, and it was not because the shielding atmosphere of this planet. It was due to our leap into the future. Earth won't be receiving a signal from our devices for another hundred and fifty years after my disappearance. By then, that program would be long forgotten.

  Back to the point, I ended up in a very favorable situation. I firmly believed that I would soon have three lovers more attractive than famous actresses and models back on Earth. Additionally, I was gaining their respect and admiration. It might not be long before I was running this show if I could avoid making serious mistakes. If Sage had murdered the previous captain, she wouldn't hesitate to do the same to me.

  I woke up and dressed in my room, happy to get the day started. My door was not locked from the outside again. I was glad that issue was behind me. I hadn't been provided a quality weapon, yet, but the leader did give me a computer tablet. Even though a lot of features were locked out, it supposedly made me an official part of the team.

  Immediately after breakfast we gathered in the galley for our meeting. There was no seat at the end of the table for a leader to take a position of authority. Unless she wanted to stand, Sage would have to sit among us.

  I took the second chair on the near side of the table. That allowed both Coffee and Cinnamon to take seats at my side, then Vanilla two chairs away. Our quarters were all on the same side of the ship, so they were the first places available. Sage took the end seat on her side so she could look down the table. Strawberry sat directly across from me, then Honeysuckle.

  "There have been no communications received since we arrived on this planet," Sage informed us. "It has been nearly three weeks, so we have to assume that something in the atmosphere is preventing us from making any contact with others. Our only likelihood at being rescued is the remote chance that some other vessel investigating this planet spots our ship."

  "Within that in mind, we need to start preparing ourselves for an extended stay. One of us has already been thinking along that line and has provided valuable suggestions. Thank you, Kash."

  I was surprised at the recognition but happy to be receiving the attention. Even Strawberry smiled at me. The two of us barely had any conversation during breakfast, so I looked forward to learning more about her later. Reportedly, she was expected to be more loyal to Sage than my three closest friends. Our first real discussion could be critical in my preparation to assert myself here.

  "Unfortunately," Sage continued, "the testing and preparation of the fish sample turned out less than favorable. Unless we're desperate, we won't be able to eat anything from the streams. The toxins in the fish proved very difficult to remove."

  "However, the water harvesting was a huge success. We can work on expanding that operation over the next couple days. If the weather stays consistent, the mist should be our primary source of drinking water in the future. Good job on that one, Kash. And all that worked to make that experiment a success."

  "Kash’s unique perspective also helped with our ship's stability on this cliff. Shifting containers in the cargo hold has dropped our threat assessment to less than five percent. It has become clear that the staff has come to value his input so much, I am occasionally left out of the loop."

  Oh shit! I thought. Here it comes. This is my opportunity.

  "In consulting with the next two highest ranking officers, we believe that this has happened because of a misunderstanding. We will alleviate that problem now. I will need to be copied on all communications and decisions regarding this ship and its crew, even if my input is not required. We need to stay united in this time of crisis."

  "In regard to normal ship operations," Sage continued. "Those are the things that we would be doing even if we were traveling through space or docked at a station. Strawberry will be my second in command and your go-to person for those tasks. Run everything by her."

  That was new, and probably the first step in Sage's shift to maintain control over the crew. Vanilla was previously the second highest ranked officer, then Coffee. I wasn't sure why the doctor had been skipped over, but my connection to the communications officer likely had led to her being bumped down the chain of command.

  Women shifted in their seats, caught by surprise by the news of the adjusted hierarchy. Vanilla, though, apparently already knew. As did Strawberry.

  "Doctor Vanilla has been removed from the operations chain of command to free her up to handle more testing. As Kash has suggested, we need to figure out what on this planet is edible. That will consume a chunk of her time. If we end up having our crew split in half again, like we did there for a couple days while I was away, Vanilla will jump back into a leadership role."

  "This new ranking is not meant to reduce Coffee's value to our team. As communications specialist, she has less knowledge and experience than Strawberry for the job. We are just putting the right people in the right place to set us up for success in the days ahead."

  "With that in mind, there will be a new leadership position needed. One person will be in charge of all projects outside of this ship. That includes water harvesting, food acquisition, security, etc. In the case of our ship's precarious position on the edge of the cliff, a coordination will be needed between the two leaders. If you haven't figured it out already, Kash will take that new leadership role."

  What the fuck? I thought that there was going to be a power struggle between us. Instead, she's promoting me. Was that to win me over? Or was she just trying to keep her enemies close?

  I received congratulations from all of the crew members while I was still recovering from the news. I decided not to act too stunned so I could keep my wits about me. I'd analyze what this huge change meant for me later.

  "Kash," Sage looked me in the eye when she addressed me. "Since you were not part of our crew previously, there will be some issues to resolve. For example
, Strawberry will organize the forms for you to complete to accept the position. That will obviously include a non-disclosure agreement regarding our cargo and operations. She'll also be sending you some basic crew training courses. That will get you up to speed on the regular functions and layout of our ship. You'll then be able to assist others in their routine tasks more effectively. Additionally, most of the previous restrictions will be lifted. You'll be able to access everything that you need on your tablet."

  "Thank you," I replied, still absorbing the new information.

  "You are welcome," Sage responded. "I look forward to working closely with you in the future. I see this as a big step forward for our team. The loss of the captain and the pilot hit us pretty hard around here. With their lack of ingenuity, I believe we're better off now with your help. The crew has clearly taken to you more than they did the other men."

  I wasn't sure how to respond to that statement, so I just nodded. I felt Coffee rub her leg against mine under the table. She didn't seem too upset at being pushed down the ladder.