Lapping and licking, his tongue avidly worked down from her clit, until it teased the scalloped inner lips of her vagina. These parted with ease to admit his oral probings. He twisted and stabbed his tongue into the velvet-lined channel he found, tasting and enjoying the thick, slightly salty juice he found there.
His finger rapidly plunged in and out of her tight ass hole.
The dual stimulation was more than the woman's will could be expected to endure. Forgetting her master's orders, her pelvis swayed and gyrated in rhythm with his tongue and finger. Her own hands rose to the twin globes of her breasts, fondling and caressing the creamy mounds.
Realizing what was happening, he abruptly withdrew both his mouth and finger. He glared in mock-anger at the woman, kneading her own breasts.
'Shameless, bitch!' he snapped. 'Down on your knees again!'
Whimpering, the dark-haired beauty obeyed. Roughly, he threw her on her back, so that her legs doubled under her. Her cunt, wet and parted, lay open to him. He smiled wickedly down at her; then mounted the luscious bed of willing flesh.
'Fuck me!' she groaned under his weight. 'I want to feel your cock deep inside me!'
He obliged! His saliva and the girl's own lubricant allowed him to torpedo unassisted into the hot channel of her cunt. She grunted with bestial pleasure as the hard, thick, solid rod of manliness rammed upward into her yielding belly.
'Hard!' she panted. 'Fuck me hard and fast!'
But this time, he ignored her wishes. Instead, his strokes were slow and deliberate. Gently, he slid his full rigid length into the hot, wet mouth between her thighs. Excruciatingly slowly, he withdrew until only the thick head of his cock throbbed between the quivering lips of her pussy.
Over and over, he repeated the torturing motions, as he thrilled to the velvet touch of the cuntal sheath surrounding his cock.
Beneath his crushing weight, she writhed and groaned. The full but teasing strokes of his huge shaft gave her but a taste of the ecstasy she desired. In desperation, her fingers clawed their way across his back.
'You bastard!' she whimpered. 'God, it's such sweet torture!'
His hands slid between their tightly pressed bodies, encircling her tits. His fingers dug harshly into the swells of her breasts and squeezed hard. His lips brushed over her ear, 'Beg, slave! Beg!'
Beg she did. 'Please! I'll do anything! Just fuck me! Please fuck me!'
And he did! In the brutal, deep-grinding strokes she desired, he threw his hips into the girl's opened crotch.
The savage plunging ripped between her thighs like a pounding piston of pleasure. She welcomed the swollen cylinder of manly flesh, arching her pelvis upward to greet its every lunge in an effort to bury it deeper and deeper within her.
Soon the swelling waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body. Faster and faster they washed across her open nerve endings, until she exploded in a magnificent orgasmic release.
To his surprise, he found himself emptying another fiery load of come into the contracting well of her demanding belly. Each geyser burned with the sweet ecstasy of erotic pleasure.
Together they rocked and groaned and grunted until the desperation of their release subsided and the relaxation of fulfilment spread through their bodies. As his strength returned, Ponkert eased his detumescent penis from Jan's exhausted vagina and rolled to the control deck beside her.
Slowly their breathing returned to a normal flow. Ponkert raised himself to one elbow and smiled down at his sexy co-pilot, 'I think I could use another drink. This slave overseeing tends to make a master dry.'
'I'll have that Margarita I started with a lifetime ago,' Jan answered.
The ship's computer responded to their wishes, producing two containers, one lime-coloured, the other an amber mixture of bourbon and water, from the arm of Ponkert's control couch.
As he reached up to retrieve the two tubes, the whole room was flooded with violently flashing red light and the screaming of the ship's emergency warning system.
Chapter 3
'Status report!' Ponkert yelled to the monitor over the blare of the siren, as he and Jan scrambled into their jumpsuits. They were professionals, trained to react to emergencies and overcome them. Their pleasure of seconds ago was forgotten in the urgency of the ship's situation.
'Malfunction of the fusion reactor,' the monitor responded. Its calm recorded voice seemed out of place in light of the pending disaster.
'The magneto hydrodynamic field has collapsed. Eight minutes until destruction. Instruction?'
'Jesus God!' Ponkert muttered to himself, then shouted to the computer.
'Emergency ejection of return pods. Program landing radius one mile of the first pod's touchdown. Begin immediate ejection of the matter transmitter, then the remaining pods. Jettison Jan and me as soon as we're sealed into the escape pods!'
The mighty hulk of the Intergalactic Vessel Werewolf shook with one-right-after-another shocks as the pods and their valuable cargoes shot away from the dying ship into the vacuum of space, toward an unknown planet.
'Now, let's get the hell out of here!' Ponkert ordered the woman beside him.
Without hesitation, the two ran down the ship's corridor. The impending explosion rumbled beneath their feet, threatening their balance. Once in the escape area, Ponkert swung open the hatch to Jan's pod. His hand lovingly swatted her ass as she stepped in.
'Good luck,' he said, trying to smile.
Worried furrows played across her forehead as she stared at him, wanting to reach out and pull him close for security. But she suppressed the urge. Even a quick parting kiss would take time. And time was the one thing neither had.
'Good luck, Chad,' she whispered as Ponkert closed the hatch, locking it with a metallic clanking. Ponkert watched the ejection tube close like a hungry mouth around Jan's capsule, then felt the shock of its release.
'Now for me, you mechanical wench!' he shouted to the computer.
'Yes, master,' the monitor answered as he climbed into his own pod. 'And good luck to you, Chadwick Ponkert the Third.'
He refused to give his normal response of: 'Don't call me Chadwick!' It was no time for one-upmanship. The computer would win this time. Its one and only time. Its one and last time.
He listened as the hatch automatically sealed him into the pod. Outside, there was a loud rush of escaping air; then he was slammed into the padding of his couch as the pod was flung from the ship. He closed his eyes and waited.
Within a few seconds, he felt the dreaded shock-impact as the Werewolf cataclysmically exploded. Like a young nova, it flared with the intense actinic glare of tortured atoms being shattered; then rapidly faded to nothing. As if it had never existed, the Werewolf vanished, leaving an empty void that once had held a powerful starship.
As his pod recovered from the shock waves, the first tenuous filaments of the planet's outer ionosphere enveloped the capsule. Severe negative gee-loading grabbed him like a mailed fist intent on crushing the life from his body as the retro rockets fired. Gradually the pressure lessened as the escape vessel arced onto a gentle descent pattern. As the weighted load eased from his chest, Ponkert summoned enough strength to raise himself and peruse the small control panel.
The radar beacons from the other pods gave sharp blips on his screen.
All were on course, except for Jan's, which veered toward the northern part of the continent they raced to. He watched its path until it landed safely. He breathed easy. Jan was capable of taking care of herself until he found her. Now, if the matter transmitter came through its landing intact, the Werewolf's last flight wouldn't be in vain.
If not, they were stranded, forever, on a strange planet. The transmitter was a complex piece of machinery,
