by Selena Kitt
Go set a course.
Leaving Bernie starting to writhe on the couch, I got up on shaky legs and headed for the cockpit. Little Rock wasn’t all that far, and fortunately not much out of our way. It was exactly what I’d told them, but I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t just pouring oil on a fire. The creatures seemed to get stronger and more demanding the longer they were taking a ride. And ultimately the trick wasn’t satisfying them, but finding a way to get rid of them. It wasn’t like you could grab them by the throat (they didn’t have bodies as such) or kick them in the nuts and toss them out a hatch. They probably could survive the vacuum of space even if they didn’t enjoy it.
They kept my body trembling, idling at a dull roar as I programmed in the coordinates for Little Rock. “Okay, we should be there in a few hours.”
I sat back in the navigation chair watching the screen and felt one creature begin to make my nipples hard while the other did something that felt like it was trailing a string of tiny warm beads over my clitoris. It was pretty wild. After I came I sank back in the chair unable to move and not sure I’d ever really want to move again.
Welcome to Little Rock
Little Rock was the only thing on the asteroid. The authorities stayed away from it, thinking it was nice for the unwashed to have an outlet for otherwise hostile energies. Probably a smart move. Closing it down would certainly have produced a lot of hostile energy. So, without other rules, it was de facto a clothing optional bar. Clothing optional if you didn’t have hitchhikers dictating your actions. Mine wanted to make sure that I was advertising my availability, so I didn’t get a choice.
The bar offered lousy but expensive drinks and live sex shows in side rooms with an amazing variety of choices. Many of the performers were customers acting out fantasies and paying for the privilege of entertaining everyone else. Anyone who came in was looking for adventure and given the clientele fairly certain to find it. The bar overcharged for rooms and drinks and the rental of sex toys and prostitutes, but as long as you were buying drinks the rest was up to you. You could bring your own, pickup strangers, or hire a pro. It was all the same.
I saw people checking me out as I walked in. That I was naked and aroused (the creatures were playing their little holding pattern game that had me wanting a hard fuck again, but still left me enough functioning brain cells to be able to walk and talk) didn’t hurt the attraction. It certainly suggested I hadn’t come for the booze. The looks of some hot people added to the fires my hitchhikers were building.
Those creatures look delicious.
I knew I had two creatures messing with me, but I couldn’t distinguish their voices, or thoughts or whatever the fuck I was hearing in my head. The third had stayed with Bernie on the ship. It was a strange sort of hostage situation. Apparently they could read my thoughts enough to know that despite the amazing sensuality of the day I wanted to ditch them at the first opportunity, get them the fuck out of me. Having Bernie on the ship, under guard, in a manner of speaking, was additional insurance, just in case controlling my entire biochemistry didn’t work out.
I looked over at the creatures that they thought looked delicious and had to agree. I’d heard of the race and they had a reputation as rough trade. They were from Canis and a pack-oriented race. Very sexy in a feral way and incredibly predatory. I’d never known one personally, but everyone had an opinion about them and the consensus was that they played harder than nicer. In places like Little Rock that was an attraction.
A tall one, powerfully built, with the characteristic pointed ears of the species and glowing eyes their dominate males had when they were aroused came toward me. I didn’t need to see his eyes—he was naked and had a large erection. A very large erection, that curved upward in a way that made me shudder. Two smaller males followed in his wake—all of them were aroused and the feral smell was strong as they closed in around me.
“Welcome hot pussy.” His cock brushed against her hip. “You look very fuckable and delicious today.”
I felt the agitation, the excitement of the creatures. Fuck him. I want to feel him take you hard, fill you with that cock. I want to devour his cum.
The creatures had the vernacular down right and either they were pushing my buttons or my own desire was overriding my common sense. Either way, I realized they’d get their wish. I couldn’t help reaching down and grabbing that lovely cock, squeezing it and feeling it swell more. It was already big but growing bigger and more delicious. Like I said, the hitchhiker knew exactly how to make me want him almost as much as it wanted me to fuck him. “You feel that way and you are standing there talking?”
He laughed and stroked my ass, running his hand up to the small of my back, then pushed me forward over the bar, spreading my legs with his and letting me feel the touch of his cock again.
The burly bartender reached over the bar and grabbed the creature’s arm. “The bar isn’t a charity operation. If you are going to fuck the cunt her here, buy a round for your friends.”
One of the smaller males apparently had a purse around his neck and he tossed coins on the counter. “Have one yourself.”
I held onto the bar, seeing the leer of the bartender as picked up the money. He lingered, watching as the Canis leader drove his prick into my cunt and, finding it wet, ramming it in deep. The others gathered around, watching and making guttural growls.
The hitchhikers were enjoying the cock in my cunt, I could feel them swirling around in the tissues of my swollen pussy, moving in opposite directions. The Canis male fucking me obviously felt them too. He held my hips tight and moaned as the creatures teased us both, seeming to flow into his cock and then back into me. When he came, they went berserk inside me. I wondered if they were fighting over his cum. As he pulled away the creatures were just getting started.
Now fuck those two.
The instruction was unnecessary as the males they were talking about grabbed me, picked me up and dumped me on my back on a table. They turned me on my side, holding my knees together and bending my knees, exposing my backside to them. One of the males stood there with his hand on my hip and shoved his cock into my pussy. It was different, coming into me at that angle and with my legs clasped.
Another of them grabbed my hair and tilted my head up. He touched his cock to my lips. This excited the hitchhikers and I felt one flow up through my body to greet the prick as he forced it into my mouth. As the Canis male held my head and began to fuck my face the hitchhiker possessed my tongue. The creature manipulated muscles I didn’t know my tongue had, sucking him and nearly wrapping it around the cock of the happy male fucking my mouth.
The stimulation of the situation and the antics of the hitchhikers made the males come quickly. As they shot their seed inside me I sensed the now familiar riotous agitation of the hitchhikers as they chased down the stream of cum wherever it went. The male flooding my mouth with his seed pulled out to watch his jism splatter on my face and the creature in my tongue rushed out in pursuit. The creature’s movements tickled her cheek and eyelids as it scooped up the bits of cum. And then it was gone.
“Bring her in the back room,” the leader said. He looked at the bartender. “Put that on our tab.”
He nodded. “Sure thing.”
Two of them picked me up. I moaned as the hitchhiker in her cunt seemed to hiccup. I doubted my vagina had been this clean in quite a long time.
Meeting in the Middle
They dragged me into a room with a bed, which seemed like an improvement over being gangbanged on a table in the bar. One of the young males lay on his back. Obviously this was another one, as his cock stood erect, waiting for me. They hoisted, pushed and pulled me over him. As they held me in the air I looked down at him holding his cock in his hand. He worked it into me and his buddies let me sag down to meet the iron rod below me. My hitchhiker was doing cartwheels of happiness in my cunt, greeting the new stiff prick as it came to them. The male’s eager mouth grabbed one of my nipples, stretching it as I sank down on
him. He was a good-sized boy. All these Canis studs seemed to be unusually well hung, and I was stuffed by the time my ass rested on his legs. To the tune of growls and snarls that seemed to be the Canis equivalent of sexy talk I leaned put my hands on either side of him and began riding the lively cock.
The other males gather around, letting their hands stroked my ass cheeks or using their fingers to draw the approach to my anus, touching it and then trace the outline of my dark star. I looked to one side and saw the familiar throbbing prick of the leader. That swollen shaft, his urgent need, and the blue glow suffusing his body told me what had happened to the other hitchhiker. It was on another ride.
He slapped my ass a stinging blow that broke the rhythm of my fucking. I stopped and he abruptly stuck his index finger all the way up my ass until his knuckle pressed into me, making me arch my back. Then his hitchhiker must’ve kicked the game up a notch, because he pulled it out and climbed onto the bed, getting behind me, letting that long prick brush against my thighs as he put a hind on the back of my neck, forcing my face down into that of the one under her. Then he used both hands to grab ass cheeks and spread them open.
“Look at that lovely,” one of the males said. Their pack leader grunted and pressed his cock into my anus. An involuntary cry slipped out as he worked his thick shaft into my tight ring. He drove it in hard, wanting to feel his cock stretch it out, needing to feel it buried in me. It felt alive and of course it was, filled with his desire and that of the hitchhiker in him.
Yesss. The creature was definitely pleased.
I hadn’t been ass fucked in some time. Needless to say it had been even longer since I’d taken two cocks at once. When you factored in the presence and activity of the creature that was now zipping back and forth between my cunt and her rectum as frantically as if the world was about to end, my senses were overwhelmed. These two incredibly virile males, one supercharged with a hitchhiker, had me pinned between them. The under me was chewing on one nipple and then the other, and the one taking me in the ass wrapped his arms around my waist and was slamming into me as hard as he could.
I was nearly maxed out in the arousal department and when the creature shouted in my cunt started shouting, making my ears ring. Come!
And I did, and the thrashing of my body as the climax roared through me was exciting at least four different entities. This, I thought, gave an entirely new meaning to group sex. As they continued to fuck me I frantically tried to clear my brain enough to puzzle out the dynamics of the hitchhikers. The cum the male had shot onto my face had drawn the hitchhiker outside her body, but why had it moved to him? I was happy it had. This double fuck part of the gangbang was more enjoyable with my body less populated, but I thought figuring that out might give me a clue as to how to get rid of the other one. My hunch was that when they were inside a male they were happy to taste his chemistry, ride the high it got from his sex pheromones, but once he came the fixated on sucking up the cum. Sexual chemistry seemed to be what drove them. If that was the case, I could expect that when the leader came it would immediately follow the spunk trail again. In this case that would take it right up my ass.
Before I’d worked out what to do, the male under me came (sending my cunt-dwelling hitchhiker into a tizzy of happiness). The leader pulled his cock out of my ass long enough to roll me on my side. Then he stretched out behind me, putting a hand on my hip to rock me toward him and plunging that tool of his deep in my ass again.
I heard him moan and the glow of a hitchhiker flowed down to cleanse the newly soft prick that had come out of my cunt and then rushed back into the leader again. He started and began to fuck me frantically.
A second male lay down in front of me. It was the one I’d sucked off earlier. The leader lifted my leg, giving him room to impale me from the front. He licked my face as he buried that boner where he wanted it. When he started fucking me, I saw one last male, the one who’d fucked me on the table in the bar. He watched and stroked his prick. That gave me an idea. If I was right, and very lucky, I might be able to distract the hitchhikers at a critical moment—escape.
As the two feral Canis males took me between them, I reached for the hard prick of the third male. He smiled as I wrapped my fingers around it and licked my lips. He moved onto the bed and I led him to my face and licked the red tip. He held my head and fed it to me. As I took it in my mouth I tasted my own pussy juices. The hitchhiker in my cunt almost purred in approval, almost elation.
I sucked him gently, wanting him to last. I needed to time things right, arouse him so that he’d come right after the others. That was the tricky part. Once the other two came he’d likely want to come in my pussy or ass and that wouldn’t work.
Focusing on his arousal with all that was happening was probably the most difficult thing I’d ever done. My body cried out to come again, letting me know that the hitchhiker had noticed my control and had switched my sex chemistry into an even higher gear. These creatures seemed to have no upper limit on excitement. This one at least seemed as eager to experience my climax now as it had been the first time. Well, in a way, so was I.
The animal banging away in my cunt, the biped, not the hitchhiker was over the top, feeding cum to the happy hitchhiker there. Now it got tricky. I needed to get the one fucking my ass to come soon after this one and he didn’t seem close yet. I figured his hitchhiker had him throttled down, enjoying the longer pleasure of a delayed orgasm, but that wouldn’t do for my needs. So I resorted to the time-honored gambit used by females across the universe—I faked an orgasm. As my hitchhiker bolted into my ass to compete with the one in his body for the proceeds that fucking my ass was about to produce, I sucked the cock in my mouth and started my body twitching and contracted my ass muscles.
The male in my ass seemed to be caught by surprise. He cried out and his cock exploded. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much cum flooding into my body, but then he had help. As I’d feared the second hitchhiker followed the flowing stream, and the two of them swirled about like pigs in shit.
I reached for the balls of the male I was sucking and caressed them, triggering him. He gushed in my mouth and I struggled to hold it in my mouth. As he finished and collapsed on the bed the two hitchhikers were heading up to reap their rewards. I turned and looked at the leader and spat the mouthful of cum on his face, over his eyes.
I felt the tension as the hitchhikers panicked. One was in my mouth as the other dashed for my former lover’s face, making his entire head glow blue. The second followed. I summoned all the strength I had and rolled over the bodies on the bed, landing on my feet and ran for the door.
I didn’t look back or pay attention to shouts of consternation behind me. I ran as fast as I could to the portal and launched myself up to the ship.
A Fast Farewell
We put BEYOND HOPE in orbit around a small sun. I stared at the display for a moment, getting myself ready for the job ahead. Then I switched on the autopilot and went to the cargo bay. Bernie had the box there, already tightly latched. He’d wrapped some cords around it as well. When he saw me look at it, he smiled. “Just making sure.”
I nodded, and we put it in the launch tube, holding it gently—not wanting to risk dropping it and having it come open.
We made sure to launch it into a rapidly decaying orbit and waited until our sensors showed that it had burned up before we put BEYOND HOPE on the trajectory we needed to deliver our cargo. As we turned away from the sun I felt a twinge of regret. Just a twinge, mind. I’m not entirely self-destructive.
Bernie was still pretty fucking weak. Hell, so was I but when I’d gotten back to the ship he was damn near death. Even though they tried not to kill their hosts, those damn hitchhikers had the willpower of a teenage boy when it came to sex. While I’d been gone, seeing as they were alone together, this one resorted to making Bernie jack off repeatedly. It had taken a lot out of him and I wondered how long it would take him to recover.
I’d had to gamble that the creature
s didn’t communicate with each other easily, and when I’d seen Bernie, I did the only thing I could think of. I went down on him, much to the delight of the hitchhiker. It had taken quite a long time to make him come, and when he did I spit his cum in the box the creatures had arrived in. He/she/it dove in in hot and mindless pursuit and I slammed the lid and latched it. Then I blasted out of there, letting Bernie sleep for a couple of days.
Now we were more or less back to where things were supposed to be.
“What about the two you left back on Little Rock?”
I laughed. “I think that if I could’ve figured out how to work the deal they would’ve bought them off us. At any rate, those Canis dudes aren’t going to even really notice the difference. They are pretty fucking full tilt sex machines even without hitchhikers. Maybe it’s a good relationship.”
“Except they don’t stay put. They’d follow a trail of cum all the way across the galaxy, hopping from one fucker to another.”