After The Meeting - [P]

It was a little past 1700 Hours (five P.M.) when Farasha and Guardian O'Connell came onboard the 5-EX. Everyone was eating dinner and Petty Officer Dawson jumped up from his own seat to quickly put out place settings on a third table and to bring out serving bowls with food.

"That was quick," Commander Smith commented as the new arrivals sat down.

"The High Advisor was practically falling asleep at the table," Farasha answered. "He had been up all night torturing the Troglyte members of his own household for information. We'll reconvene in the morning at ten. I did not know we would be done so soon, so I told the Sons of Freedom . . ."

"Sons AND Daughters of Freedom," Smith interrupted.

"So I told the Sons and Daughters of Freedom, " she smiled at Smith, "that I would meet with the steering committee at eight tonight to report what went on today." She glanced down at her attire. "I'm going to change into my normal clothes, first."

The Captain nodded at that. It would be best if she checked in with her people looking like one of them rather than looking like a member of the opposition. "Guardian O'Connell," Commander Smith addressed the man, "Whenever she is ready, why don't you drive her out to the mines? You start the hovercraft by twisting together the two loose wires under the steering column."

"Oh! Captain," Petty Officer Dawson called out while fishing in his front pocket. "I meant to give this to you. The Port Foreman had the lock replaced and brought the key over while you were upstairs."

Furrowing his brows as the key exchanged hands, Lieutenant Moonwatcher asked, "How did you swing that, Skipper?"

"This morning when I went over to make things right with the Port Foreman about us . . . borrowing . . . the vehicle last night," Commander Smith answered. "I did it by buying the craft." He chuckled. "Probably paid twice what that clunker is worth."

"You should have let me handle it, Sir," Lieutenant Moonwatcher commented. "I am an old horse-trader from way back."

"But by over-paying," Lieutenant Hammer observed, "the Captain purchased the man's loyalty. At least in regards to the ship. In the Port Foreman's view, we are the S.S. Goose-That-Lays-The-Golden-Eggs."

Commander Smith tried to suppress a smile as his First Officer parroted his own words from the previous day.

Attired once more in a miner's jumpsuit, Farasha was ready to leave the ship. Commander Smith told Lavella, who was sitting at an entertainment station on the Mess Deck, "Why don't you ride along and keep Miss Farasha company? Better than sitting around all evening cooped up with a bunch of horny spacers."

The personal maid of the High Advisor's daughter smiled at the Captain's words. So far, they had treated her with nothing but dignity and respect. However, she turned off the screen and stood up, prepared to accompany Farasha and her driver O'Connell.

"Are you ready to go?" O'Connell asked Lavella. "Don't you need to get a purse or something?"

At first, Lavella stared back at him blankly, slowly shaking her head. But as the man continued to keep his eyes locked with her own, a light bulb finally came on. "Oh! Yes. Yes, I do," she exclaimed, rushing towards her cabin.

When she returned, she had a shopping bag rolled up and tucked under her arm. As the trio descended the access ramp, Smith guessed that even house-Trogs do not normally carry purses, so the bag was a 'make do'. The two women rode in back, chatting away, as O'Connell, following Farasha's directions, drove out to Mine 213. Upon their arrival, Farasha told the other two, "Sorry I can't invite you in, but things are a bit touch-and-go right now."

"Oh, that's perfectly alright," O'Connell replied. "We understand."

"I'll try to be as quick as I can," Farasha said, "But if I know Kevex, he'll pepper me with questions. I'll probably be in there for a good hour. Maybe longer."

Again, the other two were understanding and once Farasha had entered the mine opening, Lavella left the back seat and got up front with O'Connell, the shopping bag on her lap. Pointing to a group of nearby boulders, O'Connell asked, "Think that will be alright?"

When she rapidly nodded her head in response, O'Connell drove over to the outcrops of rock and pulled off the road to park behind them. As soon as he killed the engine, they were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing. After a few minutes, he cradled her face between his hands, stroking her long, thick black hair, staring into her dark eyes with affection and longing.

His gaze drifted from her face to her lap, her own eyes followed his, and then they looked up at each other. Both wearing lustful grins. They went around to the rear of the hover-craft, and while O'Connell was removing his holster belt to store in the trunk, he noticed Lavella stepping into the twin loops of the harness. As she slid it up to her waist, she held the hem of her dress up out of the way.

"That's a new dress?" O'Connell asked while dropping his pants.

"Hmm, mmm," Lavella nodded. Her fist around the pink dildo slid up and down, smearing the lubricating gel all over it. "The Captain told me to buy something for myself while I was helping Miss Farasha this morning."

Standing with his feet widespread, his pants and boxers bunched up around his ankles, O'Connell bent over the trunk of the hover-craft, leaning on his forearms, giving up his butt to the young woman. Eagerly she pried his buttocks apart, lubing him up, preparing his anus to be penetrated. As usual, the coolness of the gel caused Ramesh to suck in his breath, and he gasped when she started probing his tight pucker with her finger. A grin spread across her face when an idea hit her, and soon her partner was squirming around. Looking back over his shoulder, he asked, "Wh-what are you . . . ughn . . . doing back there?"

"Just making sure you are properly lubricated," she answered in an innocent voice as she turned and twisted her TWO fingers inside him. He looked forward again, lowering his head and breathing through his gaping mouth, struggling to adjust. Despite the discomfort, the stimulation to his prostate had produced a throbbing, pulsating erection. Rigid and potent.

"Oh, jeez, Lavella!" he cried out when a third finger joined the other two. Swaying his hips from side-to-side, his knees buckling, he squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his fists. The young woman giggled at the way Ramesh was writhing around over the trunk of the hover-craft.

"WHEeww!" he exhaled loudly when she finally pulled her three fingers out of his ass. Immediately the rounded head of her dildo was rested against Ramesh's greased up butt-hole. He shifted his feet around, making sure his legs were spread as wide as possible as he waited to be impaled.

"Oh, yeah..." he groaned, pushing his rear back towards her, accepting her control over him. Grabbing hold of his hips, Lavella worked her posterior back and forth, driving her rubber cock in and out of Ramesh's stretched-out anus. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Lavella," he hissed, his breathing ragged. "Fuck me. . ."

And she did just that. Shoving her dildo up his ass, her pelvis slamming into his backside, her jaws clenched as she took charge. Turning the confident, self-assured man into a quivering, lurching, blubbering mass of lust-crazed need. She flipped her head, her long hair waving in the air as she buggered Ramesh under the stars of the night-time sky.

After sodomizing him for a long time, plunging in and out of his dirt road, packing his fudge, Lavella leaned in and reached around to grab his cock.

"Oh, FUCK!" he yelled after she had tugged on him only two or three times. His cum shot out onto the ground, his body shaking with each spurt. Whimpering and groaning as he emptied his nuts. Lavella clasped Rameh's shoulder with her free hand, holding on tight to the wild, spunk-spewing bucking bronco while her hand beneath him pumped away furiously. Her hips continued to thrust rapidly back and forth as she coaxed out his sperm.

After his orgasm subsided, Lavella took a step back. She could see the lubricant oozing from his gaping ass. He did not stir immediately but lay their panting and gasping, weak and spent from his climax.

Later on, when Farasha emerged from the mine entrance, she caught sight of Ramesh and Lavella standing by the hover-craft. When they saw her, they quickly moved away from each other. Farasha tried not to smile and made no comment. Considering everything that was going on around her, it was refreshening to see that love still bloomed.

"Sorry it took so long," Farasha said as she got into the back-seat of the craft. "Hope you two were not too bored."

"Oh, no," Lavella answered as she got into the back from the other side. "It's a nice night and we passed the time talking."