New (Old) Material 5

Follows 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…”