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New (Old) Material 5
🕑 Added 2022-11-04 18:22:41 +0000 UTCFollows right on from the last one!
Working on the next of Foxy and Fuckey's secret plans, where we will discover what they want inside Nurse Pennyweather's office.
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Anya let the crewmember escort Lara and Sebastian to their quarters, preferring to move to the aft of the boat, as if to confirm to herself that she really was leaving.
“Cast off!” declared Captain Crookes in his typical stentorian bellow, emerging from the bridge. His baritone, commanding voice could be heard all over the massive craft. Immediately, deckhands scrambled into action, and the massive boat slid gradually from the quay, pushing out into the bay and then, eventually, off into open water. Obille receded into the distance, a fact at which Anya was pleased to accept, the massive freighter weaving a thick wake of water in the ocean behind it.
Presently, Crookes joined her. “Come, I’ll show you your room” he said. He led Anya down into the lower decks on the boat, passing a variety of stunned sailors along the way, all of whom were discussing Lara in glowing terms, who was, by turns, a ‘fine piece of trim’, a ‘walking wet dream’ and a ‘five-star big-titted fuckslut.” Anya smiled to herself as she went by.
“We have a good thing going here, on the ‘Morning Star’,” the Captain expatiated, as they descended some stairs. “I’m blessed, really, it’s a fine ship and I’ve got a fine crew. We’ve been together for nearly a decade, now. Started out by scavenging from abandoned tankers dotted here and there after the Fall. Profitable, but dangerous. We had a skiff and we’d steer to uncharted waters to see what we could find. One day we came across the ‘Morning Star’. Passing strange, it was. Warm food on the table, engines still burning, but not a soul aboard. Couldn’t understand it. That was just me, Blackie, Sam and Harvey. You’ll meet them later. Well, we took possession of her, fixed her up and started to get big commissions for goods shipping. Now we’re the main trade and supply shuttle from Obille to
the Lighted city, we have a crew of fifty, a dozen extra for security – that’s in case of pirates – and the odd passenger or two. That’s yourselves, and a couple of merchants and assorted travellers on the lower deck. They’ve kept themselves to themselves up to the present. Don’t like mixing it with the working man, I’ll wager. I have to beg your pardon but they’ve commandeered the best accommodation.”
“What sort of cargo do you carry?” said Anya.
“Luxuries, mainly. Tobacco, things like that. Slaves, too.”
Anya looked at him. “You transport slaves?”
“We’ve got a couple in the hold, I believe.”
“That’s sad.”
The captain shrugged. “There’s no point standing on principle in a world gone mad. It’s clear you haven’t been to the Lighted City. Two slaves to every person. Biggest market. If I didn’t trade in slaves, my dear, I wouldn’t trade hardly at all. Here we are.”
The captain stopped in front of a recessed door and opened it with the customary spherical locking device. It turned out into a small room with a sink and four bunks. Lara and Sebastian were already testing them for softness.
“Not the most salubrious, I know,” admitted the captain, scratching his head, “but it’s hard to get home comforts on the high seas, and I reckon you’d have rode an H-bomb bareback top get out of Obille.”
“It’s fine,” Anya assured the captain, “we’re very grateful.”
“I’m grateful too,” confessed Crookes, “Lara’s magnificent show on the top deck put Tanya clean out of my mind. Not an easy thing to do, as I’m sure young Sebastian will concur. I can’t say I’ve looked forward to a voyage
with quite as much relish since the old days.”
“You’ve been very kind to us,” said Lara. “Now I’m going to show you exactly how grateful I am.”
Lara sashayed forwards, her mouthwateringly juicy tits deliciously high on her chest, her sleek abdominal muscles rippling under the intricate tattoo on her belly, her slender thighs and toned legs long and graceful. Crookes hastily slammed the door shut behind them as Lara placed a very sensuous kiss on his lips, opening his mouth with hers and exploring with her soft pink tongue.
“That’s for getting me out of Obille,” she said.
Then, excruciatingly slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him, all the time maintaining eye contact with the astonished captain.
“And this is for the voyage…”
With that, Lara opened Crookes’ fly with one swift movement and withdrew his massive cock, the huge, thick length already fully engorged and corded with giant veins from balls to the bulging head. Her tiny black thong was still draped over the protruding tool. Lara grabbed both sides of it and used the thin material to direct the tip of Crooke’s cock into her willing mouth.
Opening her glossy lips with a wet smacking sound, Lara proceeded to blow Crookes with a willingness and discipline Anya could scarcely believe. Her right hand fisted and squeezed his prodigious shaft with a heart-stopping variety of strokes, soft and firm, and she alternated between laving her tongue over the tip of his member to plunging her entire head all the way down to the root of the saliva-slick tube, not gagging in the slightest, and rewarded with long threads of sticky precum that she allowed to hang from her chin.
“So captain,” said Lara seductively, briskly jerking his cock, her lips connected to the head of his tool by a sloppy rope of precum, “are you going to introduce me to your seamen?”
Crookes gulped and nodded.
“Since you’re so nice,” Lara continued, “I’m going to give you a choice of where you want to cum. Ok?”
Crookes nodded again, took his tool in his right hand. “Get ready for a broadside on those big tits, honey,” he said.
Moaning, Crookes jerked himself to completion and sprayed a messy load all over the kneeling sex-expert, the bulging head pulsing to project thick jets of spunk all over Lara’s glorious orbs, nearly covering the massive melons in his cream. Lara used her hands to push her tits together, kneading the bulging globes against each other as the shower continued, Crookes’ jizz still spraying out in rich jets, smothering the tight, hard muscles of her belly in his cum and nearly totally obscuring her tattoo in a welter of glistening jizz.
When he had finished, Lara kissed the head of his big cock with a satisfying popping sound and winked at the captain. “I hope this voyage is as long as your cock, captain!”
In the aftermath of the orgasm, Lara slid her mouth down to gain better access to Crookes’ pulsating testicles; as she did so, she nuzzled against the corded underside of the thick tube with her nose, while the broad helmet rested on her forehead. She then sucked Crookes’ balls into her mouth, massaging his testicles with forceful strokes of her unyieldingly mobile tongue, all the while with the enormous shaft propped from root to tip against her face. As her lips smacked noisily on the soft flesh of his moist scrotum she was sluttish enough to be conspicuously sure to let the underside of the turgid tube skate across the glazed surface of her face, the bulging tip smearing over her left eyelid as the massive length rested flush against her messy visage, the final droplets of Crookes’ orgasm emerging from his cockend.
Pulling back from the veined staff, she looked towards Anya, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips together in a horny expression. More droplets of cum dribbled from Crookes’ dick, sliding some of the way down the pole and dripping downwards.
“Ahhh…” said Lara, making a sound of satisfaction, as if relishing a particularly refreshing drink.
Crookes, for his part, could only stare, dumbfounded, at the gorgeous slut on her knees in front of him, her sexy face pinioned beneath his fat cock. “Young Sebastian,” he eventually said, “I’m truly gratified at your generosity in sharing this amazing woman.”
“Don’t you worry about Sebastian,” said Lara, beneath his genitalia and between mouthfuls of balls, “he gets enough.”
“I beg to differ, lassie. No-one could ever have enough of you.”
“You’re sweet,” said Lara, as Crookes’ cock finally sloppily slid from her face and hung downwards.
“And you, my darling, are an angel. Now I have a request for all of you. You can fraternise with my crew, but don’t seduce too many of my lads or we’ll never reach the Lighted City. We eat at seven tonight. You can sit at the captain’s table.”
At this, Crookes popped his manhood back in his trousers and went out of their cabin.
“How does his cum taste?” said Anya.
“Salty,” returned Lara.
“It’s been an exciting night,” said Sebastian. “I wouldn’t mind getting some sleep.”
“Good idea,” said Anya. “A thought’s just occurred to me though. It might be best to keep a low profile on this boat for a while. Crookes mentioned some merchants and slaves on this ship. If the merchants are slavers, they’re bound to recognise you and think that something’s up.”
“That’s possible,” said Lara, “but we could say that we’ve been bought and we’re being transported, with you as our courier.”
“Hmm,” said Anya, turning the cover story over in her mind, “worth a try I suppose.”
“Sleep on it,” said Sebastian.
The three of them slept quite comfortably on their bunks in the bowels of the ship. Anya had never been on a boat before, but she found the rocking sensation of the waves and the remote throb of the ships engines to be quite
soothing, unlike Sebastian, who constantly tossed and turned, complaining of sickness. After a while, he mastered his nausea and fell asleep too. It was the end of what had been a hell of a long day for all of them. Sebastian and
Lara had started the day as indentured slaves and, thanks to Anya, had finished it as free individuals. Anya's day spent in the largest human settlement she had ever been in had certainly been eventful, but on the
whole she hadn't liked what she'd seen. On this evidence, she would always prefer the wild.
Anya woke up first and decided to leave the other two to their slumbers. They needed their rest. She had no way of knowing what time it was and, feeling curious about seafaring matters, set out to explore the freighter.
Shutting the door to their cabin behind her, she ventured down a dimly lit corridor. The boat had a little electricity, and small lamps threw light on the possibilities ahead of her. There were a couple of doors further on marked 'crew's quarters', which she chose to ignore for the present, instead proceeding to the end of the corridor and out of the door on the other side.
Here, a gangway led down into what looked like an engine room. Men wearing oil-stained clothes were grappling with heavy machinery, struggling to make themselves heard over the racket. The tallest of them, a barrel-chested mechanic with the grimiest pair of coveralls on and a thick black moustache seemed to be running things, directing the other two men on how to take the engine apart.
Anya approached him. "hi," she said.
"Hello miss," the man returned in a friendly way, " you must be the new passengers the captain told me about. I'm Danny, chief engineer of this here hulk."
"This is an amazing machine," said Anya, who had never really seen anything quite like the ship's engine, "it's so loud!"
"What?" said Danny, loudly, grinning.
"It sounds like it's going to explode!" said Anya.
"No miss. You see this gauge here?" said Danny, pointing to a piece of instrumentation that looked like a clock face with a needle pointing to a section of it. Part of the clock face was red. "This is all we're
interested in. All's our job in here is to watch this gauge. If the needle goes into the red, we're in trouble. All we do cut the primary engine and switch to the secondary generator."
"Where's the secondary generator?" said Anya, fascinated.
"It's what those two clowns are monkeying with, miss. And a right mess they're making of it too!"
"Don't you get bored looking at that dial all day?" asked Anya.
“Aye, that I do, miss, but what else is there for me to do around here all day?”
Anya didn’t have to be the most perceptive of women to detect the subtext behind Danny’s good-natured grin, and she returned the sentiment, looking him up and down approvingly.
“So how good are you with your hands?” Anya said, as she teasingly unhitched the strap of her leather bra and held it there.
“I’m considered a Rembrant with a spanner,” Danny said.
“Why don’t you get to grips with these?” Anya said, and let her black bra fall to the ground. Her big tits were revealed, high and full, and glistening succulently on her chest. They jiggled with the motion of the machinery around her.
Danny wiped the accumulation of sweat that had sprung out on his brow and cast a nervous glance to his two mechanics, busily engaged with the task he had assigned them. Licking his lips, he reached out and kneaded Anya’s pliant globes, rolling her small brown nipples between his fingers.
Anya sighed at Danny’s touch and began to unbuckle the belt on his trousers as he massaged her firm tits. Releasing the zip, she reached her hand inside and felt a shaft that felt to be of prodigious girth. The coiled snake inside Danny’s trousers was so long that it seemed to have no end. Determined to discover the source of the mystery, she withdrew his length from the trousers, and was amazed to have released a cock so large that the tip dangled down to hang adjacent to the tower part of his thighs.
Anya looked up at Danny, and said simply, “yummy…”
