Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 24

"Do you remember what Yael told you to do when we first met?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I think you should do it now."

Smiling, Ryan grabbed her and kissed her the way he kissed Yael, with longing, passion and hot desire.

Yael was enchanted. She happily watched the pair on the veranda, in a tight clinch as the rain washed down the trees behind them. It was a turn on: Yael found herself wanting Carlin's warm lips and Ryan's cock, but she also wanting to watch them, to stand on the sidelines and call encouragement.

Still holding the kiss, Ryan lifted Carlin in his arms and carried her through the open door. It was passionate, romantic and very manly - until he tripped, stumbled and threw her onto the bed, knocking Yael over and landing on top of her himself.

Yael cried out 'Oh!", Carlin gave a little shriek from the shock and Ryan shouted "Damn! Watch out!" when it was far too late.

Yael started laughing. Carlin caught the giggles from her and Ryan joined in a moment later, relieved that he hadn't hurt anyone.

They lay on the bed, laughing.

Carlin recovered first. She cuddled Yael, saying: "Don't get cold."

Ryan lay on the other side of Yael. He and Carlin took turns to kiss her and stroke her thin body. Yael put an arm around both of them and luxuriated in the fond treatment. Ryan and Carlin linked the fingers of one hand and caressed Yael with the other, kissing each other as they leant across their mutual girlfriend.

They began to kiss for longer, neglecting Yael, who watched happily from below.

The kissing became more passionate and Yael helped them. She pulled up Ryan's shirt and took it off without his breaking the kiss. She did the same for Carlin, pulling her dress up to her chest. Now they had to stop kissing while Carlin raised her arms and Yael slipped the dress completely off, to reveal her girlfriend, naked and gorgeous, with a pink blush on her skin, hard nipples on her tits and an eager smile on her dimpled cheeks.

"You're beautiful, Carlin, amazingly beautiful," Ryan said.

"And sexy!" Yael added.

"And sexy, amazingly sexy," he took her in his arms again, pressing his mouth on hers, holding her tightly around the waist.

Yael started on Ryan's trousers, unzipping them and pulling them off. Now there were only his shorts, his cock at attention. Yael removed them quickly and knelt back to admire her lovers. She saw Carlin's reaction when they shifted a little on the bed and Ryan held her closely to him, pressing his cock against her belly. She remembered feeling his cock for the first time and loving it.

In bed with Carlin during the last week, Yael had described sex with Ryan in such detail that Carlin imagined she had already experienced it; but when it was the actual thing happening right now, with raw feelings of joy and apprehension, it felt quite different.

Carlin had butterflies in her stomach, but they were a delicious tense apprehension which she both wanted and did not want. All the plans she discussed with Yael were forgotten because she had surrendered to the moment, to Ryan's mouth on hers, his tongue probing and her tongue meeting his, her hard nipples grazing the few hairs on his chest and his hot hard cock pressing ardently against her.

Carlin was so aroused she could barely think. All she knew was that she wanted more.

A small delicate hand caressing her back and thighs reminded Carlin that Yael was there and eager to take part. When Ryan pulled back from the kiss, Carlin turned to Yael and the girls kissed. She tried to show Yael her excitement and happiness. Yael got the message.

Yael turned to Ryan and kissed him. This made a gap between Ryan and Carlin, and she took a good look at his fascinating cock. Yael put a hand to Ryan's cock. Carlin did so as well. It was hot and firm. The skin was soft and Yael gripped around the shaft to rub a little. Carlin did the same.

With a wink to her girlfriend, Yael leaned down and put her mouth around the head. She licked in circles with her tongue, then she put as much of the cock in her mouth as she could, giving a suck. Ryan groaned and put his hands in Yael's long blonde hair.

Carlin watched even more fascinated, turned on more than she expected. She leaned down and put her head beside Yael, who gave a last little suck and let Carlin take over, who followed Yael's lead by licking first to get a feel and a taste for the lovely thing, then sucking gently.

As a randy nineteen-year-old who had not had sex in a while, Ryan was not going to last long. With two beautiful women sucking his cock, he felt like a king. Yael's mission in life was to make him happy. With Carlin on the job as well, he felt like he would explode.

Ryan gently eased Carlin's mouth away from his cock, his hands on her head.

"Your turn," he said, and he guided her onto her back and lay on her, kissing her mouth.

He kissed his way down her body, working one side, while Yael lay on the other side and went in rhythm with him. They reached her tits at the same time and sucked in unison, giving Carlin such intense pleasure that her back arched. She felt the pleasure in the small of her back and a strong longing in her pussy.

In an unspoken agreement, Ryan kissed further down Carlin's body, finding the same joyful kissing spots on her ribs and the corner of her thighs that Yael knew so well.

Meanwhile Yael moved to one side, crouching over. She massaged one of Carlin's tits and kissed her sweet mouth sideways on.

When Ryan got to Carlin's pussy and pushed the hairs aside to lick her clitoris, the girl was putty in the hands of her lovers. She lay in a state of ecstasy and accepted whatever they wanted to do to her.

Yael shifted again. She crouched over her girlfriend's head and lowered her cute little bottom with her cute little pussy onto Carlin's mouth. Carlin held Yael's thighs and pushed her tongue into Yael's slit, while Ryan put his mouth on Carlin's pussy and licked.

They maintained this position until Carlin heaved and shook with the first small orgasm, a promise of bigger things to come.

Tonight was all about Carlin, so Yael lifted off and lay beside her girlfriend to kiss and fondle her tits as Ryan pushed a finger into Carlin's pussy and worked her gently, still lapping at her clitoris.

Carlin was at that sensitive stage when she could be easily goaded into more orgasms. Her next one was a big one. She arched and grabbed for Yael and Ryan, who held her as she spasmed, crying out for joy.

The next one after that was a joint effort. Ryan lifted off his mouth and Yael put her fingers on Carlin's clitoris to rub gently sideways. Meanwhile Ryan infiltrated two fingers into Carlin's soaking pussy, vertical at first then, once inside, he gently began to turn them horizontal.

Carlin wanted to protest but her power of speech had fled, thanks to the buzzing joy Yael's fingers were creating. She moaned and shook her head.

Ryan waited and pretty soon Carlin was eager for more penetration. He pushed his fingers in and out and Carlin moaned in deeper joy. When he turned his finger tips up and made the come-hither motion on Carlin's wonder-spot, while Yael rubbed at double speed, Carlin almost fainted. The orgasm drew her breath away and took the strength from her. Her legs shook and her stomach muscles bunched. Her quivering vagina pressed on Ryan's fingers, massaging them, trying to force them out of her.

Ryan gently removed his fingers and Yael left Carlin's clitoris alone. She began to calm down, basking in the latent heat of her orgasm, wonderfully fulfilled and deliciously in love.

Yael gave her a few minutes and said: "It's time."

Carlin was prepared. No pain or discomfort would deflect her. She knew what she wanted and was ready, stomach butterflies or not.

Ryan lay on his back, his rigid pole pointing up. Carlin squatted over his thighs and Yael stood beside her. The girls aimed Carlin's dripping pussy at Ryan's cock and Carlin lowered herself. His head went in smoothly. Ryan had a fine view of the beautiful girl, her lovely thighs, flat stomach, generous tits and gorgeous face, showing love, anticipation and determination.

Thrusting a couple of inches at a time was a fantastic feeling for Carlin, who was soon ready for more. She shut her eyes and, still held by Yael, for unnecessary reassurance rather than for steadiness, Carlin pushed all the way down and gasped. There was little pain and lots of pleasure. She began riding him and was enjoying it so much that Yael left her to it and squatted over Ryan's face.

He dutifully licked her pussy, while Carlin's tight rub on his cock built him quickly to an eruption. He worked his tongue on Yael's pussy, trying to give her a reward before it was all over for him; but Yael was having fun regardless, mouth-to-mouth and tongue-to-tongue loving her girlfriend.

When Carlin needed to breathe, Yael took a nipple into her mouth again and sucked. Carlin leaned with her hands on Yael's shoulder's, the pleasure getting to her again, sapping her strength.

Now the girls were holding each other for support as Ryan began to buck and thrust, his hands on Yael's thighs, his final moments upon him. Carlin wailed happily and Yael felt a hot joy rising. Her juices dribbled down Ryan's chin, his tongue deep in her slit.

Carlin cried out as the pulsing rhythm in her vagina sent her into heaven and Yael moaned her sensitised joy, shaking in unison with her girlfriend as they came at the same time. A moment later Ryan neglected Yael's pussy and let his head go back. He groaned loudly. There was the throbbing and the blank feeling, then his cock spurted out his seed in long surges of joyful agony.

A few more thrusts to dispel the last of the tension and the girls lay on Ryan, who held them tightly.

"You were wonderful, Carlin," he said when he had his breath back.

"What about me?" Yael demanded.

"You were wonderful, too, you nympho."

"Ooh!"

"I love you, Yael," he said kissing her. "I love you, Carlin." He kissed her as well.

"We love you, too," Yael said for them both. "Let's have a shower and do it all over again!"

******

After a week in Australia, Ezra had taken Annela to London by the intercontinental ballista, which made the trip in four hours.

Having booked into a posh hotel in Kensington, with a view of Hyde Park, they began their visit with an underground train journey to University College Hospital. Ezra explained the tube trains to Annela, who was both excited and apprehensive, having never been underground before and certainly not in a maglev train that zipped along at speed and tilted around the corners.

She held his arm the whole way, gripping tightly during the rapid accelerations and decelerations. On the second time she took a tube train, Annela stood up, hanging on a strap, so she could get the full roller coaster effect. She loved the style of travel, though she was not keen on the pressing crowds. Luckily they travelled only outside rush-hour.

A medical research team at UCH, with whom Doctor Cassie Leighton had been in touch, were interested in studying Annela's reaction to the rejuvenation treatment and the effect it had of reversing her genetic protection from the x-rays on Samothea.

Patient as always, Annela endured hours of questions, poking, prodding, swabbing and bleeding in the name of science. University College Hospital had vastly greater resources than the institution on Celetaris, including many specialists in genetic medicine. It was a world leader in germ-line therapy. It was here that an understanding of the cause of the problem might be found and even the beginning of a treatment.

They returned three days running for follow-up tests and more probing.

After the laboratory tests, Ezra took Annela with him to his business meetings, where he sounded out investors. He spoke about the white dwarf star and about the planet Samothea: its polar regions, uninhabited continents, volcanic mountains and nearby black hole as a source of x-rays. He talked about mineral wealth, rare elements, gemstones and crystals.

There were two weeks of meetings in which sober businessmen in good suits nodded and smiled; but Ezra would have to wait for a decision.

******

Tatiana took Hazel and Wildchild to Argus Space Station, about 150 light-years from Earth, near the border of the Anglosphere and a Sino-Russian region of the galaxy.

Argus Space Station was the best place to trade the cargo. Sunrise was a spaceship, not a shuttlecraft. It was designed to stay in space and did not have the rocket power to lift off from an Earth-sized planet.

Space stations were being constructed all around the Anglosphere as convenient free ports for traders and miners, or as way-stations for travellers and settlers. Served by giant freighter craft, spinning space stations like Capella and Argus sold every kind of produce needed by space voyagers.

On the way to the space station, Sunrise emerged from a hyperspace jump near a communications beacon. Tatiana took the opportunity to send a report to Ezra on Earth, telling him of their success, giving him a detailed analysis of their cargo.

Larger than Capella Space Station, Argus had the same gyroscope design of a long spindle with the space docks and a great wheel which rotated to create an Earth-normal artificial gravitation. The inhabitants of the space station lived and worked on the inside edge of the wheel.

Sunrise latched securely into the commercial dock. While Hazel unloaded the cargo with robotic arms into wagons, Tatiana and Wildchild ordered fuel, food, air tanks and other supplies to replenish their stores.

After cleaning the blood from their flight-suits as best as possible (to avoid wearing magnestrip overshoes and belts in the spindle of the space station), they were ready to join the queues to the business part of the station.

Prospectors, miners, space-riggers, freighter crew and travellers of every description jostled the girls as they followed Tatiana from the docks, straight through customs and hygiene, onto the lifts up to the main causeway of the space station.

On the main causeway, there was even more buzzing, pressing confusion. Argus Space Station was the busiest, most colourful, most exciting place the girls had ever been. With galactic trade picking up everywhere, especially along the border between the Sino-Russian Federation and the Anglosphere, where Celetaris, New Exeter and some of the other Outworld planets were situated, the station now hosted 50,000 people, who pushed, rushed, yelled and haggled, bidding for supplies, seeking bargains or selling their inventories, ready to fly out again on a new adventure.

Thousands of people crowded the streets, heading for the shops, cafes, restaurants and food halls. Some were prospectors like Tatiana, looking to trade minerals. Others had industrial manufacturers from across the settled Galaxy to sell. There were merchant halls and trading floors for every kind of trade-good.

"Look at all the beautiful women," Hazel said admiringly to Wildchild.

Every so often they passed an attractive young woman in tight-fitting or skimpy clothes. They were Entertainers heading for the pubs, to provide fun and solace to randy freighter crew or lonely Prospectors.

Other women on the causeway were just as beautifully dressed, though not quite so provocatively. They were rich shoppers, showing all the diverse faces of the Anglosphere, plus petite Chinese women in gorgeous cheongsams and tall elegant Russian women, with bone structure to die for but sad faces.

Women browsed the market or sat at a restaurant, leisurely picking a few morsels from a luncheon-plate. Other women wore uniforms. They worked in shops and restaurants or hurried past in business suits with briefcases, making for their offices. All this bustle and elegance proved to the girls that Argus was rich, possibly richer than Celetaris, which they thought of as a magical fairy-land, where every home was a palace.

"Where are we going?" Hazel asked, trying to dodge the human tide coming the other way.

"First we make the prospecting claim for the Moons 1 to 18," Tatiana said. "We give the locations and samples to prove the geologic tests. Then we go to shop. Buy you pretty clothes. After is salon, make us all lovely. Then is merchant hall and sell cargo."

"Why do we need new clothes?" Wildchild asked.

"Why a salon?" asked Hazel.

"Because we are the voomens," Tatiana said, answering both the girls. "We do the men's job but we are not the men. We remember to be feminine. Even in ugly flying suit, you girls look pretty. What you look like in girl clothes?"

It was true that the girls were very handsome in their shapeless blue flying suits, despite the blood-stains. Wildchild wore her suit with some of the swagger of the seasoned Prospectors, who risked their lives on difficult missions and visited Argus Space Station for a quiet drink and to find an Entertainer to fuck hard. But Wildchild's wavy black hair was woven by Hazel into two girlish Dutch plaits and she had stylish round sunglasses to suit her lovely heart-shaped face.

As for Hazel, even the flying suit couldn't hide her curves. With the belt around her thin waist pulled tight and her straight blonde hair in a pony-tail under her cap, she looked like she was modelling an alternative sexy fashion. Hazel's step also had the buoyant self-confidence that successful Prospectors affected (and, in some cases, actually earned).

The mining claims were registered and signed with the Prospecting Guild, which secured their stakes for a year (with options for renewal) and usefully provided other travellers with information about navigable hyperspace pathways.

Now it was time to go shopping.

It was easy to find short dresses suitable for the girls, who had simple tastes and nice legs. Tatiana was harder to dress, being pear-shaped and short. But they were soon done and in the salon to be washed, massaged, moisturised, washed again and generally pampered. The girls were used to washing and massaging each other during their baths in the river by the Forest Camp on Samothea, especially on a hot afternoon after sweaty work, so this was a pleasantly familiar experience.

With their skin soft and warm, their hair prettified, wearing their short dresses with tight waists (Tatiana was in grey trousers and a capacious grey frock coat, whose vertical lines were cut by a red scarf at her neck), the proud mentor and her protégés set out for the merchant hall.

The hall was quarter-mile long. The bottom floor of a tall building on one side of the main causeway, it had flats and offices above and faced shops and hotels on the other side. With a sculpted ceiling, cornices, gold leaf on ornate columns and twinkling glass chandeliers, everything about the hall was gloriously inappropriate for a modern space station light-years from Earth. It was ostentatious, beautiful and fake: a perfect temple of commerce, expressing the fun of taking outrageous risks to earn or lose a fortune on the roll of a die, never taking any of it too seriously.

It was a sellers' market at the moment. The buyers sat in curtained booths along the walls, enticing traders with glasses of tea or trays of sweetmeats, calling to them as they passed by:

"What are you selling: minerals, metals, gems, pelts, manufactures? I'll take them all."

Some of the booths had their colourful curtains drawn for extra privacy, giving the dealing room the look of an Oriental bazaar. Even more so because most of the dealers were middle-aged men, wealthy and fat. Some of them recognised Tatiana and beckoned her over, but she only waved or nodded. She knew who she was looking for.

At the far end of the hall, in a double booth hung with rich blue curtains trimmed with gold tassels, was the fattest man of them all. He wore a red velvet coat and a white shirt with huge lace collars and cuffs. His round table had a holographic projector, a copper samovar and silver-rimmed drinking glasses. Due to his bulk, he sat on two stools.