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VICE VERSAL
by Felix Lance Falkon
Captain Williams of the SpaceCruiser **Terrible Swift
Sword* glared at the welcoming committee: ten grey-robed
natives of the planet Luur. **Entirely humanoid in appearance,*
he thought, **except for being blue-haired and yellow-eyed,
instead of . . .* The captain took a deep breath. **No
noticeable smell to them, either; and Waarg, that town they came
from, looks reasonably civilized. Still . . .* He interrupted
the tallest's native's welcoming speech: ``How in the name of
Enlightenment do speak English?''
``Your -- ah -- captainship? -- well, in moving-picture
tapes and micro-books was dealing the trader David --''
Missionary Enlightener Smith, standing to the captain's
left, broke in: ``Traders are instruments of Evil!''
``Your -- ah -- enlightenship is being correct, but it is
because of this trader's wares that we are learning your
language.''
``This will all be in my report,'' said Captain Williams.
``A report, your captainship?''
``Our mission is to report on your suitability for a full
Enlightment Team. It helps that some of you understand English,
but prompt action is urgent to overcome the corruption spread by
an accursed Free Trader.''
``Corruption, your captainship?'' asked another Luurian
member of the committee. ``It is that humankind and Luurkind be
much the same, except for certain details of sex, and --''
``We are here to spread Enlightment,'' said Missionary
Enlightener Smith, looking -- the captain thought -- rather more
upset than the circumstances called for. ``We will not listen to
depravity. Now, where is this wretched trader?''
``Buried, your sirships.''
``Buried?'' asked the captain.
``Had to, your captainship,'' said a third Luurian. ``He
died more than twenty tendays ago. Should your captainship wish,
we could re-cavate him for you.''
``Re-cavate?'' asked the Missionary Enlightener.
``Probably means `excavate','' said the captain.
``Leave his bones to rot,'' said the Missionary
Enlightener. ``His soul surely fries in Hell. The Free Traders
-- and all who are --''
``Later, later,'' interrupted the captain. ``I shall give
shore leave to some of my SpaceCrewmen and SpaceTroopers. Tell
your -- uh -- people that if they are harmed, a great many of
you will join the Free Trader in the ground. Later, we
shall . . .''
# #
That evening, from a dark doorway, two hooded shadows
watched the liberty party from the **Terrible Swift Sword*
enter the Port-City of Waarg. The spacemen, Crewmen in white,
Troopers in green, separated into smaller and smaller groups as
they fanned out along the cobbled streets. One of the hooded
pair asked, ``Everything ready, Zarg?''
``Yes, O David. The inkas will take the ones in green --''
``The SpaceTroopers, Zarg.''
``-- and we afgos will take the ones in white --''
``The SpaceCrewmen.''
``There is one now -- nice build -- wide shoulders -- I
think I will take that one myself.''
``Okay -- but be careful, Zarg; be careful.''
**``You* are the one to be careful, David,'' said Zarg,
his yellow eyes twinkling. ``You are dead and buried supposed to
be.''
# #
SpaceCrewman Second-Class Buck Gregor usually thought of
himself as a fast worker; but tonight, those Luurians were
giving **him* lessons in speed. Scarce five minutes ago he,
Don, and Jose had been standing in that lumpy street, wondering
where to go next; now he was upladders in Zarg's apartment,
behind a folding screen in a side alcove, stretched out on his
back on the sleeping furs. He was naked from the waist down, his
shaft up and hard. He watched the blue-haired, blond-eyed
Luurian kneel astride his hips. The Luurian, who hadn't given
Buck time to strip off his shirt, still wore hood and smock. The
SpaceCrewman's throbbing shaft touched its target; and a moment
later, a tight, slippery channel swallowed his shaft to the
hilt.
``Buck -- I just had to sink your prong into me,'' sighed
the Luurian in a husky voice. ``You are so long and so hard.''
``Yeah?'' Buck pulled back a few centimeters, rammed
himself in to the hilt again. ``You damn near raped me, Zargy my
gal.'' He pulled back, thrust again. ``Uh -- look -- I usually
fuck naked -- do you mind? But I'll come before I can strip
unless you stop squeezing my cock with those muscles inside your
-- ah, that's better.'' Buck squirmed out of his shirt, tossed
it aside. His hands roamed over his own broad chest for a
moment, powerful muscles taut under his fingers. ``That cunt of
yours -- wow! And the way it grips my fucking shaft -- it's --
it's -- wow!'' He relaxed with a sigh on the sleeping furs,
watched Zarg slide up and down on his prong for a moment. ``Hey,
now that I'm naked, 'less it's 'gainst your religion or
something, how 'bout taking off your hood and stuff too.''
# #
A few twists of the cobble-bricked streets away,
SpaceTrooper Lance-Corporal Larry Dean was petting up a storm.
Across the little apartment, one ladder up from the street, his
buddy Eric was doing the same on the other couch with Gruja's
roommate, Ralla.
Suddenly, Gruja wriggled out of Larry's embrace and
murmured, ``It's too hot for that, with all these clothes.''
``Well, slip into something more comfortable,'' Larry said,
then sat, stunned, as the Luurian whipped off her upper garment,
displaying the most magnificent pair of mammae Larry had ever
seen outside of a wet dream.
Gruja dodged Larry's arms and giggled. ``You too; you be
naked too, Larry my love.''
``Well -- all right,'' the SpaceTrooper sighed, trying to
sound reluctant, but his fingers were tearing open his coat and
shirt. When he had stripped to the waist, he paused to let the
Luurian get a good look at his broad, powerful chest and well-
muscled arms, then reached for her again.
``Oh, Larry, you're so strong; you're just like a he-parth
in the rutting season,'' the Luurian sighed, running hands over
Larry's biceps as he fondled those magnificent breasts. Out of
the corner of his eye, Larry saw another coat fly through the
air; Eric and his mate were stripping too. Larry grinned and
drew Gruja into a lusty hug that pressed her nipples into the
thick band of muscle that sheathed his chest. A squirm and a
little wriggle drove those firm points against his bare skin.
After a moment, Larry relaxed his hold and dropped his hands to
his belt.
``Now, I'm hotter than ever,'' Larry sighed.
``Well --'' Gruja let her hands slide down Larry's bare
torso. ``only -- you first, this time.''
``Okay,'' said Larry, opening his belt buckle.
# #
In another part of the Port-City of Waarg, David told a
dozen blue-haired Luurian elders: ``. . . and even if Captain
Williams didn't flatten the whole city with a blast-bomb or two,
kidnapping or killing the liberty party would give the ship's
Missionary Enlightener more reasons to bring -- or drag -- this
planet into the Interstellar Revival Federation of Worlds, and
then properly Enlighten you. And with the space-fleet behind
them . . .'' The trader ran his left hand through his curly hair
as he studied his audience. ``No, our best chance is the plan
we're working on right now, putting Captain Williams in a
situation so far out of control that he . . .''
# #
Aboard the **Terrible Swift Sword,* Captain Williams was
saying, ``Furthermore, Missionary Enlightener Smith, I am
perfectly aware of what my men are doing in that grubby Luurian
town. However, we have been in space for over 180 Earth-standard
days, and your sermons on the Torments of the Hereafter are
getting pretty stale. Thank Enlightenment we can at least keep
their sinning to orthodox modes. If we didn't have SpaceCrewmen
reporting on SpaceTroopers and SpaceTroopers reporting on
SpaceCrewmen, a cruise this long would be . . .''
# #
For an instant, Zarg's smock covered Buck's face. He tossed
the garment aside, glanced down his own naked torso to Zarg's
hips sliding up and down Buck's rigid shaft, then stared, open-
mouthed, at the blue-haired Hercules who sat astride Buck, with
-- Buck looked down -- with a cunt that gripped Buck's virile
prong. And -- except for that cunt -- Zarg was the very model of
muscular, lusty manhood.
``But you're not -- damnation, you **are* Zarg -- but --''
Buck took a deep breath. ``Stop -- leggo! Jose! Don!!
**Help!''*
``Buck,'' grumbled Zarg reproachfully, ``What be wrong?''
Zarg's coupling rhythm slowed to a stop just as Don, naked
from the waist down, and Jose, completely nude, pulled the
folding screen aside and stared into the alcove. Their Luurian
companions followed in their wake.
``What the bloody fuck are you trying to pull on me,'' Buck
demanded, scrambling to his feet. ``I start out fucking a broad,
and now . . .''
``Yeah, what happened to your torpedo, guy?'' demanded
Jose, dropping to his knees for a closer look at Zarg's crotch.
``But nothing happened to it, and now Buck won't finish our
fuck,'' said Zarg, disappointment in his voice.
``Didn't you get your balls and bat cut off or something?''
asked Don.
``Cut off? No, I -- **we* are all like this. Attax, take
off your fitbars -- your clothes and show them.''
The Luurian with Don promptly stripped, disclosing a
physique almost as muscular as Zarg's and an undeniable cunt at
the crotch.
``I still don't believe it,'' gasped Don. ``You're all like
that, always?''
``Uh -- Buck?'' said Jose, still on his knees beside Zarg,
``How was it? The fucking, I mean; you know, inside -- uh --
him?''
``Well,'' said Buck, his right hand straying to his half-
hard prong, ``it was the most muscular cunt I've ever gone into.
Zarg's got sort of a **rippling* grip on my cock that was
driving me wild. Another five seconds and I would of blasted.''
He shook his head sadly and ran his gaze slowly over Zarg's
muscular physique.
``Damn! You've almost talked me into trying him for
myself,'' said Jose.
``Hey!'' yelped Buck.
``Well, if **you're* not going to . . .''
``Who said I wasn't?'' asked Buck. ``The more I think of
that cunt of yours, Zarg -- come on, let's finish this fuck --
only this time, let me get on top.'' The naked SpaceCrewman
grabbed his shaft and pumped up another hard-on while Zarg
stretched out on the sleeping furs, powerful thighs spread wide.
``Okay -- here goes,'' Buck announced as he climbed onto and
**into* the muscular Luurian. . . .
# #
Larry glanced around the room again; Eric, his SpaceTrooper
buddy, was stripping just as fast. They kicked off the last of
their green uniforms, exchanged knowing smiles, and turned to
their Luurian mates with stiff prongs ready for action. Larry
watched Gruja wriggle out of the clinging skirt. It hung for a
moment from the front of her hips, just as if -- Larry stared --
just as if big-breasted Gruja had a hard-on too! Larry put out
both hands, snatched, and gasped in amazement: Gruja **did*
have a hard-on, a quiveringly erect shaft where her vulva should
have been, a shaft at least five centimeters longer than Larry's
own virile spear.
Larry heard Eric cry out; Larry looked back over his
shoulder; yes, Ralla, Eric's Luurian, had a cock too. Stunned,
Larry turned back to Gruja.
``I be sorry, Larry. I be telling you first, but you were
so **fast* . . .''
``But -- but -- I mean, it looks so **real!* Or --'' Larry
paused, feeling cold all over. ``-- or is it them -- I mean --
your breasts that are --''
``I be **all* real,'' Gruja snapped, then smiled. ``No, we
be not wearing falseness -- falsenesses?'' She smiled again, and
stroked Larry's arm. He warily perched himself on the edge of
the couch, eyes moving restlessly from the full, ripe torso to
Gruja's stiff prong and back to her shapely bosom while Gruja
explained: ``All we inkas be built like Ralla and me, with these
--'' She patted her breasts. ``-- and these.'' She touched her
rigid shaft.
``You mean the -- the Luurian men have the babies?'' Eric
asked.
``No, silly.'' Gruja's giggle somehow didn't embarrass
Larry at all. ``The babies grow inside us inkas, and when they
be born, we feed them with our milk. The Luurian men be like you
-- only not as handsome, of course -- except they be with inside
pipes, a hole instead of this and this.'' He touched her own
prong, then stroked Larry's.
``And -- to mate . . . ?'' Larry asked.
``When fucking?'' Gruja giggled again. ``When I be fucking
a Luurian boy, I will be putting my shaft into his hole, and
then we will be thrusting together, in and out, in and out, just
like Earthkind people. The trader Dave had some books . . .''
``Yeah, yeah,'' said Eric. ``But to fertilize . . .''
``The boy Luurian be filling his hole with juices,''
explained Ralla. ``His muscles be getting all tense, and he be
breathing hard -- you Earthkind men be like that too?'' she
asked anxiously.
``Y-yeah,'' said Larry. ``Only, with us, we squirt our --
uh -- stuff into Earth girls --''
``-- while we inkas be putting our shafts into the boy-
Luurians and be getting the -- stuff that way,'' said Ralla.
``Well,'' said Eric, sounding relieved and eager, all at
once, ``as long as you're really girls . . .'' He pounced on
Ralla, and in an instant they were locked in a tight, squirming
embrace.
Larry watched for a moment, then turned to Gruja. ``Anybody
stacked like you has **got* to be okay,'' he said, and pulled
her to him.
# #
``Zarg, I don't care how much muscle you got,'' Larry
panted, as he slowed his stroke to keep from climaxing too soon,
``anybody with a cunt like yours is okay by me.'' He was near --
too near -- but trying to delay the climax, to savor the
exciting grip of Zarg's channel that squeezed and pulsed and
squeezed with a muscular ripple that sucked hard on his glans at
the end of every impaling stroke. Zarg's body was also a new
experience for Larry: hard and strong instead of softly
feminine, a lusty stud whose powerful arms locked their naked
bodies together.
Buck lifted his head and glanced around Zarg's apartment.
With the folding screen out of the way, everyone was in view:
Jose mounted on Attax, fucking with furious intensity; Don, now
completely naked, on his back with his Luurian mate astride his
hips. Buck looked down at Zarg again.
``Ready, O Buck?'' asked the blond-eyed Zarg, arms pulling
his and Larry's broad, muscular chests even tighter.
``Fuck yes!'' Buck accelerated his stroke. As he fucked,
Zarg met every thrust of Larry's injector with a powerful,
upward jab of Zarg's lean hips, driving them both to fuck
faster, harder, harder still.
Buck fucked on, conscious of the wakening volcano in the
roots of his organs, conscious of Zarg's own approaching peak.
He fucked on, while that volcano, fully awake now, started to
boil. Buck rammed himself in to the hilt and went rigid while
the volcano erupted with a torrent of hot sperm and his prong
jetted into Zarg's body. The naked SpaceCrewman felt an
answering surge as Zarg's muscles tensed and the muscular
Luurian flooded the tight passage with his own hot cream.
# #
``Oh, Gruja,'' Larry panted, ``I can't hold back. I gotta
-- I gotta come somehow. If only --''
Gruja said, ``Just lean back -- that be it -- now '' She
bent over the SpaceTrooper's organs, and Larry felt a warm, wet
tongue lick his glans, felt hungry lips close around the barrel
of his shaft. Gruja's head began to bob.
Larry glanced across the room. Eric was lying back on the
other couch, his cock in Ralla's sucking mouth. The two naked
SpaceTroopers grinned at each other, then each turned back to
watch the Luurian working on his own shaft.
# #
A Luurian elder was speaking with the air of a history
professor; David listened carefully. ``. . . and the Missionary
Enlightment that your people belong to --''
``Many, yes; but not all,'' said David.
``Aye; you said the Free Traders not join. But there be
enough so that your planets be a religious federation, and send
out interstellar fleets on crusade. It be somewhat like the
Children of the Prophet of our own history, a movement-thing
which fell apart after one generation.''
``That's what the historians with the Free Traders think
will happen to Missionary Enlightment,'' said David. ``But until
then . . .''
``Until then,'' said another Luurian elder, ``we hope that
Luur avoid enlightening. It seem -- seems a very without-joy
religion indeed.''
David nodded. ``And the Enlighteners are so terribly afraid
of sex, that . . .''
# #
Larry decided it might be since Gruja had a cock herself
that she was so expertly working on his own. She brought him to
the edge, to the very brink of an explosive eruption a half
dozen times before she took him all the way, sucking with an
indescribable clinging, hot friction that brought a torrent of
Larry's juices that went on and on and **on,* until he fell
back, drained, utterly satisfied, with Gruja in his arms.
# #
Buck and Zarg lay together, their naked, muscular bodies
still linked by Buck's shaft, watching the other couples fuck
until everyone had climaxed. Later, they sat -- still naked --
around a table, nibbling on a supper that Attax and Zarg had
cooked.
Zarg pulled out a ruler and insisted that the three
SpaceCrewmen erect their shafts again and measure themselves.
Buck found he measured one aarg -- about four centimeters --
longer than Don and Jose, who tied.
``I knew I was long, but I never knew how much longer than
other studs,'' said Buck, happily waggling his stiffened prong
in his fingers.
``Why didn't you -- ?'' Zarg asked.
``It'd be worth Eternal Damnation and a death sentence if
an officer or a SpaceTrooper caught us doing anything like that
aboard ship,'' said Jose.
``But here, since we are not yet Enlightened,'' Zarg said,
with a wry smile, ``we have fun. Come on, Buck, we shouldn't
waste a good hard-on. This time, you take it easy and I am on
top.'' The muscular Luurian straddled Buck's hips and deftly
impaled himself on the SpaceCrewman's champion cock.
# #
David and Zarg lurked in a shadowed doorway off the main
street. The hooded Luurian said, ``There go the last of them.''
SpaceTroopers in green uniforms, SpaceCrewmen in white, all
looking tired but **very* satisfied, hurried along the brick-
paved street towards the SpaceCruiser **Terrible Swift Sword.*
David asked, ``You got your teams ready for the next
liberty party, Zarg?''
``Teams all ready,'' said the Luurian. He chuckled. ``I
think my Buck was more surprised that we didn't ask for money
than he was that our sexual organs are the reverse of theirs.''
``Enlightenment,'' growled the trader.
# #
Next evening, aboard the SpaceCruiser, black-robed
Missionary Enlightener Smith said, ``Captain Williams, I think
we have overlooked something about these -- ah -- Luurians.''
``I do my duty as regulations prescribe, Missionary
Enlightener. Are they obstructing your work in any way? All my
men report that the natives are most cooperative.''
``Perhaps **too* cooperative, Captain. We who are at the
foremost wave of Enlightenment should -- nay **must* --''
``Yes, yes, I heard your morning sermon, Missionary
Enlightener. Now, what do you propose to **do?''*
``I shall consult the **Newest Testament* for guidance.
Meanwhile . . .''
# #
``Hi, Buck; you're late,'' said Jose as Buck entered Zarg's
apartment two evenings later and found Jose and Attax already
naked and fucking on the floor.
``Oh -- uh -- yeah. Hi, Attax.'' Buck said. ``Uh -- where's
Zarg?''
Without missing a stroke, Jose pointed to the back room.
# #
``Take me, Larry,'' panted Gruja. ``Take me, **please!''*
``But I **am* --''
``Like Eric's doing,'' panted the naked Luurian, ``take me
like that.''
The SpaceTrooper looked. Eric bent over Ralla's hips, mouth
wide, lips just engulfing the Luurian's shaft. Larry stared for
a moment, then turned to Gruja. His hand went out to her
breasts, stroked across them slowly. He kissed her lips, kissed
her left breast, then the right. Gradually he worked lower until
her splendid shaft just grazed the tip of his nose. Larry slid
one hand back up Gruja's torso to her breasts to remind himself
that she was female, very female, in spite of the warm,
throbbing phallus just touching his lips. He put out his tongue,
licked the dark red glans. Somehow, glans followed tongue back
into Larry's mouth. He closed his lips, began sucking, and felt
and heard a gasp from Gruja. He kept sucking, and soon his hands
left her breasts and tightened themselves around the barrel of
her shaft as Larry settled down for some serious cocksucking.
# #
At supper that night, Missionary Enlightener Smith said,
``I don't understand why you are so worried, Captain Williams.''
``You wouldn't. Look: we have been here five local days
now, and there hasn't been any fighting between SpaceCrewmen and
SpaceTroopers. It isn't natural.''
``Have you considered that the evils of the flesh that you
are so happy to see them enjoying might be corrupting their
souls?''
``There are things worse than a roll in a whorehouse bed,
especially after a trip this long. It's one thing for the men to
be getting all they can handle, what with the natives being so
-- cooperative. It's another for them not to be fighting over
the girls they're bedding down with. It's almost as if troopers
and crewmen are chasing two entirely different batches of
Luurians . . .''
# #
In Zarg's apartment, the muscular Luurian stretched out on
his back. Buck climbed aboard, slid his cock in, and began a
slow, easy fuck.
``Zarg,'' said Buck, running his right hand over the
powerful arch of the Luurian's chest, ``I know it's been just a
week, but it feels like I've known you for -- for months. Now, I
can't decide whether it's that fabulous cunt of yours, or your
muscles, or the way you damn near rape me when you're hot.''
Zarg grinned. He pulled the naked SpaceCrewman closer; each
thrust drew them closer to orgasm. Two muscular bodies, locked
together, fucked with growing lust, fucked themselves towards a
double climax.
# #
When he finished stripping, Larry turned to Gruja and said,
``Every time I get together with you, I get more fascinated by
that cock of yours.'' He glanced down at the throbbing shafts,
his and the Luurian's, then looked up and into Gruja's blonde
eyes. ``I've just got to find out how it feels -- Gruja, I want
you to fuck me -- spike my ass with your cock!''
# #
The little group of Luurians quieted as David rapped for
order. He nodded respectfully to the elders, then turned to
Zarg. ``Now?'' the curly-haired Free Trader asked.
``Now,'' said Zarg.
Gruja, sitting beside him, said, ``All our teams agree.
Now.''
``Okay, then.'' David turned to the tallest elder. ``You
know just what you're going to tell the Missionary
Enlightener?''
The old Luurian stood up. ``Tomorrow, I shall ask for . . .
guidance.'' He assumed a worried frown, shook his head sadly.
``The hard part is not laughing, but I will be thinking sad
thoughts.''
``I will miss Buck,'' Zarg sighed, as the elder departed.
# #
``Captain, Captain, in the name of Enlightenment! Something
terrible, unspeakable, impossible --''
``Calm down, Missionary Enlightener Smith, **please!''*
Captain Williams settled himself behind his desk in the
**Terrible Swift Sword.* ``Now, what seems to be your
problem?''
``A Luurian elder came to me for advice. He said he
couldn't find the answer in the **Newest Testament.* The
Luurians all thought, because of the difference in uniforms,
that SpaceCrewmen and SpaceTroopers are of different -- ahem --
genders, and -- and --'' The black-robed Enlightener covered his
face with both hands. After a moment, he went on: ``It's
horrible, horrible! All your men have been seduced and led
astray!''
``Well, as long as it's just a lusty romp with
unEnlightened girls --''
``But that's just it,'' wailed the Missionary Enlightener.
``They **aren't* girls -- **none* of them! You see . . .''
# #
``Up ship! Up ship! This is no drill!'' bellowed the ship's
external speakers as David and several Luurians watched from a
safe distance. ``All hands report to their stations on the run!
crewmen, man your take-off stations! Liberty parties, return at
once, at once! **Run!!* In the name of Enlightenment, **HUR-
RY!''*
``David,'' said Zarg, after a few minutes, ``perhaps they
decided that we are not suitable for Enlightenment, and so we
must continue sinning.''
``So they have,'' David replied. ``And I think they're in a
hurry to leave.''
``So much so, O David,'' said a Luurian elder, ``that they
even now abandon some of their men. There it goes!''
And the **Terrible Swift Sword* leaped from the ground in
a swirl of dust and flame, then arrowed into the sky.
# #
``. . . and in closing, it must be emphasized in this
report that the Luurians are utterly unsuitable for further
contact by the Missionary Enlightenment Federation. Only by the
promptest action was it possible to keep the **Terrible Swift
Sword* from being infected with Unspeakable Practices and Utter
Depravity, either of which would have threatened all of
Enlightenment. Because of this extreme danger, it was necessary
to leave behind the following named personnel on the . . .''
# #
In the central square of the Port-City of Waarg, the
tallest elder ended his speech with: ``And so, in thanks for
saving our planet from Enlightenment and from the Missionaries
of the Federation, we now grant to you, O Trader David, anything
whatever that you may desire.'' He paused while the assembled
Luurians cheered and cheered again. ``Furthermore, we now
declare this be -- this **is* a holiday in celebration of our
deliverance from . . .''
# #
That evening, David climbed to his own apartment, one
ladder up from his trading office on the waterfront. Behind him
climbed two SpaceCrewmen, Buck and Jose, and a SpaceTrooper,
Eric, all left behind by the SpaceCruiser's panicky flight. Then
came Zarg and a half-dozen muscular young Luurian males.
When all had entered the apartment, David looked hungrily
at the waiting group. ``Well,'' he said, shedding his hooded
robes, ``let's get started.'' Zarg and the other Luurians began
stripping; after a moment of hesitation, the three men from the
SpaceCruiser shed their uniforms too.
Buck asked, ``Hey, David; there's one thing about this deal
I don't understand. I mean -- now I understand how you and the
Luurians fixed things so us crewmen shacked up with these guys,
and the troopers made it with the girl Luurians -- and then you
made sure the black-robe aboard ship found out about it, so
they'd panic and run before they got contaminated and all
that.'' He tossed aside the last of his uniform, stretched his
naked body, and wrapped his left hand around his stiffening
prong. ``But the reward -- you could of asked for
**any*thing!''
David -- his own taut-muscled body naked by now -- grinned
and waved his right hand at the array of muscular Luurian
virility. ``And what's wrong with asking for Waarg College's
body-building team, anyway?''
One of the Luurians dropped to the rug, lay back, and
spread his powerful thighs; David climbed aboard and slid his
stiffening prong into the Luurian. As the trader began to fuck,
he grinned up at Don and said, ``What's so -- what'th tho
thrange about that?''
Buck stared for a few seconds at the coupled pair, then
started to laugh. Zarg stepped within reach. Don pulled him to
the rug, mounted him, then drove his own shaft hilt-deep into
Zarg. A moment later, Jose impaled a Luurian on his shaft; Eric
watched the coupled pairs for a moment more, then mounted
another Luurian.
And as Buck fucked the lusty Zarg, he looked over at the
pair fucking beside him and said, ``Y'know, Eric; I'm wondering
how Don's making out aboard ship.''
# #
SpaceTrooper Lance-Corporal Larry Dean finished stripping
and stepped into the shower room aboard the **Terrible Swift
Sword* -- now well clear of the Luurian star system -- and
scowled at the room's other occupant, SpaceCrewman Second-Class
Don Stark.
Don scowled back. After liberty on Luur, the SpaceCruiser's
regulations were hard to take, especially the newest: any
trooper taking a shower had to be watched by a crewman, and
**vice versa,* to prevent the outbreak of Unspeakable Practices
-- or worse. Don's scowl faded into a thoughtful frown as he
studied Larry's naked body. Except for being blond-haired and
blue-eyed, instead of the other way around, the trooper looked a
lot like Zarg: same clean-cut musculature, same broad
shoulders . . .
Larry's gaze slid down Don's body and stopped at the
crewman's stiffening cock -- a cock that looked a lot like
Gruja's fascinating shaft. The two men moved closer. Don stroked
Larry's muscular chest; Larry wrapped his fingers around Don's
shaft.
Don took a deep breath, then broke the silence: ``Let's --
let's get started . . . .''
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