"Don't be ridiculous! I can't possibly swallow that thing!"
"Don't human females possess long forked tongues?” Reks slid his rod beneath her chin, down the long column of her neck and stopped upon reaching the warm space between her dangling breasts. He reached beneath her and gently squeezed the creamy globes together about his length. Tremors of bliss zinged straight to her pussy at the touch of his cock and hands. She moaned as he began to move in rhythm with the two of them, trailing his musky juices across her extra sensitive skin.
"Ah! That's what those human female bumps are for. They work quite well."
Shelby felt Quentin's amusement before she heard his chuckle echoing Reks’ laughter. “Yes, those bumps are very versatile."
How dare they laugh at her! She'd have them begging for mercy before long. She'd show them both just how versatile she could be.
With Reks cradling her breasts and supporting her at her waist, she was free to use her hands to grasp the long shaft of Reks’ cock, vigorously working it back and forth. He grunted and urged her to increase the pressure. She turned her head to the side and nibbled and suckled her way across the cool smoothness of his member, circling the head with her tongue as he drew back and licking his root as he thrust forward.
The formerly calm bartender gasped and pitched himself forward. Shelby sucked and licked and massaged his cock with an intensity that would have long ago sent most human males over the edge, but perhaps he was nearly there already? Reks’ peculiar growling grew louder at the same time she heard Quentin's own anxious groan increasing in intensity. She could tell he had slowed his strokes in a vain attempt to fight off his own orgasm. It was time to finish them both off. She'd be the last one standing and chuckling over their predicament.
"Stop slacking off, Quentin. Fuck me hard and fast. You, too, Reks. Don't worry—I can handle anything you got."
"Can you?” The Saurian increased the pace of his strokes. “I am impressed. Human females are quite fearless."
Fearless? What on Earth did he mean? What did she have to be afraid of—a little bit of his come splashing over her breasts? Before Shelby could consider an alternate possibility, Reks let loose with a loud roar. His cock pulsed then shivered like a jackhammer in cement as an endless fountain of his salty juices gushed forth, bathing her from top to bottom.
She sputtered and rocketed backward from the force of the Saurian's ejaculate. “What the hell ... Quentin? Quentin?"
With a groan, her lover grasped her hips and shot his deep seed into her, triggering yet another climax, rippling outward from her mound, bursting in repeated bliss-filled explosions deep within her pussy. She screamed and bucked, repeatedly riding the crest of the orgasmic waves. Slippery and spent, the three collapsed into the pillows, cheers and claps from about the chamber echoing in Shelby's ears.
"Bravo! One more time! Again! Again!"
Obviously their performance had been quite entertaining. Any sexual inhibitions Shelby had ever harbored had vanished. But what she really wanted from her fellow party members at this moment were directions to the closest bathroom to wash up.
Chapter Ten
Should he tell Shelby? Did he really want to make her feel apprehensive at this point? Her recent actions demonstrated that she had become quite relaxed in his world with its open sexual expression. Quentin laid his head back against a cushion lining the side of the giant hot tub and closed his eyes. The warmth and gentle pressure of the water jets instantly relaxed him. It could wait. Besides it was only a rumor—albeit a deadly rumor.
"That's some shower your friend Barris has got there.” Shelby hopped over the side and landed beside him in the churning water. “I was hosed down in seconds flat by a thousand tiny shower heads. Then it covered me with fruity-floral scented soap bubbles, rinsed me off again and then applied a thin layer of some kind of spicy scented bath oil. No need to use a loofa or anything.” She slipped lower into the hot tub and sighed. “Wish I had one just like it in my townhouse."
"Sounds delightful.” He kissed her. “Tastes delightful, too, like a spiked strawberry. But there's one thing I've got to warn you about. Barris is not my friend."
She sat up to accept another purple martini from a passing cocktail waitress—nude, of course—a citizen of some outlying human colony where shaving off all body hair was the norm. “Barris isn't your friend? Then why does he let you attend his orgies?"
Quentin shrugged. “To keep tabs on me like I keep tabs on him. Remember, we're both rogue time agents. At anytime he may get it into his head to turn me in and collect the bounty on my head and vice versa. We're more like ‘acquaintances’ you could say."
"Oh ... kay. So if he asks me to join him and a few dozen others in some group activities, I should turn him down?"
"Yes, you should. I don't trust him that much to let him get that close to you."
She took a long sip of the inhibition-loosening, tactile sensitivity-heightening drink. “That's good, because I told him no."
Quentin lifted an eyebrow, trying not to act alarmed. “You did? When?"
"Just now actually, when I stepped out of the showers. He complimented me on my expert sexual technique and asked if the two of us wanted to join him and his playmates for a little excitement later on."
"Really?"
What could he make of that? Barris had tolerated his presence on the party ship and begrudgingly had allowed him once to seduce one of his holo-whores, but never had the destroyer of Atlantis granted him such a rare privilege as joining his intimate inner circle. Something big was definitely up.
Shelby frowned, apparently feeling a bit miffed by his comment. “Yes, he really thought I showed potential. He praised me for being a fast learner."
"A fast learner? You told them this was your first orgy?"
She nodded. “Of course. I don't think I should lie to the man. In fact,” she leaned forward and giggled, “I think the idea that I'm relatively inexperienced in this area is a real turn on to him."
Quentin molded his features into a calm exterior. He really didn't like the idea of sharing Shelby at all. A little fun with the bartender was to be expected at these parties, but to become a favorite of the host was an entirely different matter. Perhaps it had been wrong of him to bring Shelby to Barris's party ship. They could have re-opened the time vortex and traveled away before the door had opened. But he had to keep tabs on the man from time to time and now was as good a time as any. Allowing Shelby to be the bait to draw Barris out of his shell and expose what the rogue was really up to could only help him in the long run.
No! I can't—I won't—use Shelby that way. She means too much to me to risk losing her to a gangster like Barris.
"You're definitely a turn on where I'm concerned, Shelby Schwartz.” Grinning, Quentin pulled her into his lap and kissed her soundly, tasting her sweetness as their tongues met and parried. The bubbles churned about her breasts, foaming against her glistening skin while her rosy peaks bobbed up and down in the suds. His cock hardened instantly as it rubbed against the soft flesh of her buttocks.
"Quentin! There you are. Did your lady tell you about my invitation?"
Damn! They separated.
"I did tell him, Barris.” Shelby flashed a friendly smile. “Quentin's a jealous sort, you know. He wants me all to himself—right here in the hot tub."
Before Quentin could react Shelby had straddled his lap. She reached down and inserted his cock into her cunt without once breaking eye contact with their host. Quentin roared with pleasure as her tightness enveloped him and her pebbled nipples rubbed up and down against his chest. The woman could bring out the beast in him.
"Who wouldn't?” Barris observed them through narrowed eyes, stroking his ever-present erection. “When you're done with him in a few minutes, you know where to find me, Shelby.” He turned and headed back toward the main area.
"As if!” She corkscrewed her hips in a deliciously languid motion, eliciting another moan. “You're all the man
I need."
"And you're the only woman, although you seem to handle other guys like Reks quite well."
She grinned evilly and kissed him, her tongue delving deeply, drinking him in as she wound her fingers through his hair. “Uh-huh,” she said breathlessly after several minutes, “Watching me with others gets you all hot and horny, right? I'm surprised you haven't suggested I get it on with a girl."
"Now that you mention it...” Quentin looked past Shelby's shoulder and made eye contact with a svelte feline humanoid entering the hot tub.
Shelby followed his gaze and lowered her voice. “She looks like a calico kitten I had as a child."
He chuckled. “So there's a built in attraction already!"
She playfully splashed his face then bucked her pelvis in a steady rhythm, gripping and massaging his cock with her cunt muscles until all he could do was throw his head back and moan as the familiar orgasmic spasms began. Her pussy clenched tighter still about his shaft. With a cry she came just as he spewed his seed within her.
"Purr-fect,” their tub guest said, smiling broadly. She boldly stood and approached them in their post-coital embrace, sinking into the silky waters beside them. “You two are such a purr-fect couple. I'd love to lick you both."
"Lick us?” Quentin wiggled an eyebrow at both of them. “Hmm, that's a thought. Shelby here is quite tasty."
"Quentin!” Shelby hissed under her breath. “Don't say such things. How do we know she doesn't eat humans?"
"We don't and that's part of the fun.” He squeezed her buttocks. “What do you say? Cold-blooded species more your type?"
"Oh, never fear, I'm a vegetarian,” the cat woman said in a slow and measured manner, her golden eyes glowing with desire. “Not all of us Felinians are hunters. I love lapping up a nice big saucer of cream for dinner for example.” Her long black and orange spotted tail began flickering excitedly back forth. “Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Catriona."
Quentin shook her offered tail. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Catriona. My name is Quentin and this is Shelby."
"Nice to meet you.” Shelby caught on to protocol and shook Catriona's tail as well. “You're not afraid of water?"
She laughed. “No, not at all. We have many scenic beaches on Felinia and it would be a pity if we were.” She licked a paw and passed it over her triangular ears, preening a bit. “Quentin and Shelby. You are both very lovely for naked humans."
"And you are a beautiful Felinian with such a soft and shiny spotted coat.” He patted her on the head as if she were a pet and not a sentient being. “I was serious when I said Shelby tasted good. She's not very experienced in inter-species sexual practices. Maybe you could give her a few pointers?"
A long pink tongue darted out from between her catlike lips. “That would be purrrrr-fect."
Before Shelby could react, Catriona's soft furry mouth descended upon her breast and began to suckle. Shelby squirmed but didn't fight against the intrusion. Within seconds she had closed her eyes and sighed, leaning heavily against Quentin's arms for support.
"Imagine what that tongue would feel like on your clit,” he whispered. “Imagine what it would be like to pet a pussy that meowed back?"
"I'm going to start purring in a second.” Shelby disengaged her feet from the seat where she had anchored them and drifted from his hold. “I think we'd better get on dry land before I drown."
Catriona offered a claw-sheathed paw to Shelby and helped her out of the hot tub. She led Shelby toward an extra-wide, white cushioned chaise lounge in the corner of the bath area. Gently she helped her human partner to recline before pouncing upon Shelby, tail flicking back and forth energetically as her tongue darted between her lips. She eagerly pressed her velvet lips upon Shelby's flesh and began to thoroughly lick her from the tips of her breasts to the tips of her toes.
"Ooo, that's exquisite!” Shelby's toes curled as her back arched of its own accord. “Quentin, are you watching? I thought guys enjoyed watching two girls get it on."
"Yes, I'm watching.” He sat down in a nearby lounge chair and patted himself dry with a thick, white towel, his cock growing noticeably harder by the second. Catriona's pink tongue waltzed its way across Shelby's smooth belly heading lower, lower...
"Purr-fect,” purred the Felinian. “Your center of pleasurable sensations hides among your fur. How catlike!” Catriona pounced on her target just then, sending Shelby into a paroxysm of squealing.
Quentin found his eyes glued to the scene in front of him—as did a dozen or so others who had wandered into the bath area. The jaded passengers of Barris’ party ship seldom witnessed such cries of unadulterated bliss he realized. They had become too crass and unfeeling to remember the joy of experiencing a sensual activity for the first time. Shelby was a rare sparkling gem among the gray gravel of the universe.
Shelby continued to arch, buck and rock against the exquisite friction of the Felinian's tongue on her clit while her tail daintily tickled the tips of Shelby's pink nipples. All too soon, his lover's panting became labored and her moans deepened. Yes, just a few moments more and she'd, he'd ... Quentin removed his hand from his saluting staff, casually laying his towel over his erection.
"Ahh! Yes! Yes!"
Catriona brought release to Shelby all too soon. Her arms flailed wildly above her twisting head, her mouth opening to a perfect “O". The crowd's deafening applause gave him an idea. He stood and wrapped the towel about his hips. Shelby enjoyed putting on a good performance. Perhaps she'd do a repeat performance of what she did in the Civil War-era jail cell? He approached and knelt at her head.
"Good trip, huh?"
She giggled. “Better than time traveling. Almost."
Catriona lay at Shelby's side and continued to caress and lick her newfound companion. “Wanna demonstrate your own oral technique?” he asked.
Shelby frowned. “I ... I don't know. I'm not really a lesbian, you know."
He laughed. “That's not what I meant, but you may be able to help Catriona out with a friendly pat or two."
"Oh, yeah, I get ya.” She sleepily turned to her partner. “Where do you like to be ‘petted', Cat?"
The tail whipped out and wrapped itself about one of Shelby's hands, guiding it to the Felinian pleasure center. “Right ... there. Me-ow! That feels just purrr-fect."
Shelby stroked her Felinian lover at a brisk pace until yowls of ecstasy echoed off the tile walls and picture window. The ever-growing crowd of voyeurs clapped enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Shelby,” Catriona said with a sigh-purr. She curled up like the kitten she was at her human lover's side.
"Now it's your turn.” Shelby raised her upper body on an elbow and laughed. “You aren't fooling anyone hiding behind that towel unless you're doubling as a towel rack, mister!"
Taking his cue, he knelt on the edge of the chaise lounge and offered his cock to her waiting lips. She danced her tongue around and around the head, driving him to distraction before plunging the shaft deep into her mouth. The assembly surged forward to observe her wonderful technique of bringing him to orgasm with her flickering tongue while she cast a spell on his balls with her nimble hands.
"So close already,” he said with a groan. “Watching Catriona and you ... excited me."
As if in response to his admission of impending explosion, she wriggled a finger up his ass. The sudden and unexpected stimulation sent him over the edge with a vengeance. She stroked and sucked him hard until the tremors overtook him. With a cry he felt his juices erupting from his cock, knocking him from his precarious position. His hot cum arced before the eager onlookers, splashing across Shelby's face and breasts.
Claps, cheers and yells of “Encore! Encore!” reverberated in their ears.
Quentin released a long sigh and looked down with admiration at his lover. She grinned. “I guess you were feeling a bit tense, huh?” She rubbed his sticky fluid across her skin. “Sheesh, after today I know I was in the wrong business. I should star in a porn
flick."
"Never. You're too good for that, Shelby.” He lay down beside her on the chaise lounge and kissed her passionately. Catriona uncurled herself and began to lick Shelby clean. “See? Even Catriona thinks so."
"Hmm.” She smacked her feline lips loudly. “Human males are so ... tasty."
"You'd better stop licking me.” Shelby giggled. “It's getting me all tense again."
Quentin raised an eyebrow. “Really?"
Catriona tilted her head in a catlike manner, purring and smiling. “Next time, I catch all the cream."
* * * *
How long had she been sleeping? Shelby groggily stretched and yawned. A cold draft blew against her skin, sending a tremor down her spine. Where had Catriona scampered off? Without even so much as a towel to cover her nakedness, even the warmth of the party ship's bath area with its sauna and hot tub couldn't keep her from shivering. She turned to Quentin and shook his shoulders.
"Quentin, wake up. I think we may have outstayed our welcome."
He snored and rolled to his side. “Later, mom."
Shelby sat up and opened her eyes fully. She squinted trying to make out objects in the dimmed lighting. No wonder she felt a chill. The bath area had turned into a ghost town, every appliance switched off, and an unusual vibration emanated from the floor. A high-pitched whine assaulted her ears. Something was definitely wrong here.
"Quentin, I think the party ship has taken off."
"Wha...?” He rubbed his temples. “Ooo, my head. What else beside aphrodisiacs were dumped in those martinis I wonder?"
"You think we were drugged?” Her heart raced at the idea. “Is drugging guests and kidnapping them common practice at one of these shindigs?"
"Anything is possible with Barris in charge.” He moaned and rolled to his side. “I'm stupid for trusting his hospitality."
"Don't jump to conclusions too fast.” Shelby tried to keep her voice from slipping into a higher octave but it did anyway. “It could be we were forgotten about in all the clean up after the orgy ended. Let's find our clothes and track down our host.” Slowly they stood and entered the locker room to search for their personal belongings.
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