Before dinner, a list was posted outside the door to the flight deck. It had the names of the girls who had not yet visited his cabin. Top of the list was Emily.
Emily showed up exactly as promised, sans panties. So, it had become the badge of honor, to have sex with Mike meant no longer wearing panties and to join in the casual nudity, not that Mike minded.
Emily was a big girl, not fat but she was already 5’9” and well built with perfectly shaped breasts surmounted with small hard nipples. She was also brunette rather than a bleached blonde and a wonderful change of pace. Mike liked the variety of the girls so each assignation was a new experience, rather than the same old thing again and again.
After getting her wet and desirous with his tongue and lips, Mike climbed on board and filled her in one long thrust. He didn’t worry about breaking her like he did a few of the smaller girls. Mike gave her a rousing fuck, pounding away as Emily grunted and groaned in pleasure, meeting every thrust, throwing her hips up to meet his, a furious fast fuck, skin slapping sweaty skin, sloshing sounds as his stick stuck her shaft again and again – two climaxes; screaming, shouting climaxes as cum poured from one to the other, only to collapse, drained of all but contentment.
The next day Mike started working his way down the list. These girls were all younger between fifteen and thirteen and two turned out to be virgins. Mike tried extra hard to make sure their first experience was pleasurable. After he made love to the last girl on the list he noticed a new list was posted with April at the top and Nikki last. That evening at dinner every girl had joined the sans clothes group. There wouldn’t be any clothes in evidence on the ship for the rest of the trip.
Mike kept the girls informed as they traveled out towards the mining station. He caught occasional radio broadcasts from Earth. The ‘war’ was a standoff, neither side wanting to escalate it onto the planet’s surface which could lead to untold destruction. China was advocating for the ‘Internationalization’ of space, meaning they wanted a share of the lucrative mining operations. The Western powers wanted an apology and recompense for the cost of the station and ships destroyed and lives lost. All of the posturing was accompanied by saber rattling. Mike shook his head at the stupidity of his fellow humans.
Over the next few weeks, Mike worked his way through the list several times. Even though the Asteroid belt was just beyond Mars, the station was off near Jupiter at this point in their orbits. Even traveling across the solar system the ship was rapidly closing the distance. He started to regret the approaching end of the trip. Mostly, Mike would look up the next girl on the list and invite her to his cabin. He did slow down a bit, to one girl a day instead of two. Occasionally the girl would speed up his time table by showing up saying it was her turn. Mike saw girls coming by to see who had been checked off and how many down the list they were, smiling as they neared the top. He noticed that the girls second time was more comfortable and the third more so. Mike had said there were too many girls. He quickly realized that he had been wrong. The nine girls were just right so that each time was almost like a whole new experience. The variety of girls: dark and light, blonde and brunette, small and large, hirsute and hairless, experienced and naïve, made each time a joyous adventure. David’s eight wives made more sense now although Solomon’s eight hundred still seemed a bit much to Mike. But God must have known what he was doing when he gave Wise King Solomon eight hundred wives. A very religious man, that Solomon.
A week later he began slowing the ship. The weaker gravity out here required a longer breaking period than the boost phase. He didn't want to plunge into the asteroids at high speed. Those rocks were hard. The girls were all getting excited as they realized they were going to be seeing a real space station, something still very few Earthmen had ever seen in person. Mike contacted the station when they were six hours out and slowed to a few hundred kilometers per hour.
The station didn’t have them on the visitor or cargo list and Mike had to explain how they had escaped the destruction of Hilo station. They were cleared in. Mike told the girls to go ahead and dress, since he didn’t want to create a riot among the miners, most of who were stuck with pleasure robots, not anywhere as nice as real women.
As they neared the station, Mike had his Nav system synchronized with the station's system. The station used a modification of the gravity engine to pull the ship into the docking bay. Once docked, the station commander was the first person aboard. “Hello, Mike. I heard you got lucky. Everyone aboard New Hilo was roasted.” He saw the look in Mike’s eye and asked, “What?” That’s when he notice all of the girls trooping in. “What the?” he asked.
“Jim, these girls were all aboard for an orientation flight when New Hilo was attacked. Their parents were all on the station,” Mike said. Mike heard a quiet, “Shit.”
Lucy asked, “Captain, what did you say?”
Jim said, “First, I’m not a Captain. I am the commander of the base. What I said was that no one got off New Hilo. I’m sorry.”
“We kind of figured that out when it hit the atmosphere,” Lucy said.
Jim looked at Mike who said, “We were tracking it and saw it come apart.”
Jim said to the girls, “Ladies, I’m sorry to have to confirm what you might have guessed.” Jim knew he didn’t want a bunch of nubile girls running around the station and his sex starved crew. “Tell you what, let me get my deputy and he can give you a guided tour of the mining station.”
That was greeted with universal approval. Mike said, “Ladies, please wait in the galley and Jim and I will arrange everything.” He followed Jim out. “Have you heard anything from Earth?”
Jim shook his head, “About a ship of girls, nothing. They must have thought you were caught in the blast. How did you escape?” Mike gave him a quick rundown leaving out the salacious details.
Jim called his deputy over, gave him instructions on escorting the girls. At the same time they sent out instruction for the crew to get minimally dressed, they had company. Jim sent a message to the company headquarters asking for instructions. He didn’t want a handful of girls on his station for very long. “We should get an answer back in an hour or so, if they follow normal bureaucratic channels. You want a beer?”
“Damn right,” Mike said. “You make your own?”
“Not anymore. The company gave up trying to keep the station dry. More trouble than it was worth. The crew gets random breath tests while on duty. Plus who wants to take a leg off because you’ve had a few,” he said. He didn’t need to add that if a guy chopped his leg off because he was drunk, the crew would leave him to bleed to death knowing he was endangering their lives. It was a hard dangerous life out here on the frontier, and anyone who made it more dangerous wasn’t popular. He led Mike to the galley where the beer keg was tapped. They finished off a glass while catching up. Jim had heard the same news as Mike about the crisis. The company had told the miners to hold tight, another ship was being rounded up to evacuate it if that became necessary.
“It would be tight but I could carry the crew back. We’d have to fill up on provisions but I have plenty of power,” Mike offered.
“Not a chance. My crew and those little hotties. Christ Jesus, half my crew would be dead from fights over the girls and they’d all be pregnant by the time we made it to Earth,” Jim said.
Mike laughed, “Yeah, probably true.”
The conversation turned to more congenial subjects for beer drinking; sports. After a couple glasses, they headed back to the control booth to see if the message would come in. “Hold tight. We are researching options. We should be back in one hour.” The guys looked at each other, “Great. Big help that.” They retired back to the galley. On the hour they went back to the communications console. At the hour the console indicated incoming message. It was coded. The computer took a second to decode and the speaker came on. “The Chinese Confederation has agreed to allow the ship to return to Aberdeen station and disembark.” Mike looked at Jim, “Aberdeen?”
Jim said, “Oh you probably didn’t know. New Aberdeen wasn’t hit hard like New Hilo. Something about trying to bend the beam around the globe. They only put it out of commission for a few minutes. None of the walls failed. The attack overloaded some of the electronics but that was it. A general reboot and it was back up and running. We’ve been shipping back and forth on schedule from Aberdeen.”
The commo finished, “Use open code to announce when two radii from Earth. Welcome back.” The speaker shut off.
Jim shrugged, “I guess the Chinese don’t want to attack a bunch of girls. Not good juju, even their own people wouldn’t buy killing a bunch of vacationing girls. Did you hear, they formally gave up trying to censor the net and are going to allow voting?” Mike shook his head. “I bet they wanted to get this attack in before they allowed voting next year.” Jim shook Mike’s hand, “Have fun on the trip back. I’ll get the girls back on board. Sooner you are gone the faster I can quit worrying about the goons rioting.”
Mike greeted the girls as they trudged back aboard. He shooed them into the galley. “Ladies. It seems the war as such is over. We have been ordered back to Earth. We have plenty of power and provisions so we’ll leave immediately.”
There was a stunned silence as each girl tried to figure out what that meant for them. Lucy defused the solemn mood by saying, “Okay, I’ll put up the new list for the trip home,” to loud whistles and cat calls. Mike turned red and fled from the galley to the control deck.
Mike shook his head and laughed at himself that a bunch of teenage girls could run him from his own galley, some ship’s captain he was. Four weeks of too many girls. He hoped he would survive. Once in the flight deck, he woke the ship and the navigation program. He linked his command module to the docking port. The doors were closed and the air had been pumped out. He released the lock and the ship gradually moved away until they were several hundred yards away. He started the gravity drive, slowly at first so as not the send out ripples through the gravity matrix and disturb the mining stations orbit. As they moved away, the ship picked up speed as more and more energy was used to grab gravity and thrust the ship forward.
He looked up to see Lucy outside posting a new list. “Hey,” he called. “Let me see it please.”
Lucy brought it to him. “You left off with Emily so Crystal is first on this new list. Don’t want to cheat anyone.”
Mike glanced at the list and said, “How about if I want someone who isn’t next on the list?”
Crystal
Milena
Kendall
Keri
Nikki
April
Lucy
Abigail
Emily
Lucy posed in her best sexy pose, “I guess that depends on whether or not it’s me.”
Mike swatted her butt, now covered with pants since the girls hadn’t gone back to ships routine. “About what I expected.”
“I saw a movie last week about guys liking to spank girls. Is that your kink?”
“Out girl, out!”
Lucy laughed as she posted the list on the wall, “Bye, Captain,” she said sexily, then laughed as she headed back to the galley room.
As Mike and the ship boosted away from the mining station, Jim came on the transmitter and wished Mike well with his teen harem, truer than the man realized.
He set the auto pilot for the computed course and the gravity drive sent them on their way. Out here, the gravity was much less and the drive slowly began boosting the ship towards Earth. Since Earth was on the same side of the sun, the plotted course took them in the plane of the planets towards the Earth, basically a straight line. Mike had gotten used to his daily schedule of girls and he was feeling randy. He called Crystal and asked her to come to the flight deck. She showed up in a minute, naked, back on ships’ routine. The made love right there in the Captain’s chair the asteroid belt receding behind them, Crystal sitting on his rampant cock, rocking back and forth until he filled her with his cum.
Mike felt much better. At dinner the girls were excited about going back to Earth. There was also an undercurrent of anxiety since they had all lost their families. He had looked at the list before he came down for dinner. Mike was on the younger half of the list. He liked the older girls who were more mature and womanly: April, Lucy, Emily and Abigail. But the younger girls had a fresher more innocent look to them that made Mike desire them. Their youth while it made them less knowledgeable also gave them the look of just formed femininity, a purity that had not yet had a chance of being spoiled or tarnished. He wouldn’t want to give up either group.
After dinner, Milena, the oldest of the fourteen-year-olds and Emily's sister, came up to the flight desk. She looked eager for her turn. Mike hadn’t even called her up.
“Hello,” Mike said.
“Captain, it’s my turn,” she said. She gave him her most seductive pose.
“Watch where you are putting your hand.” Milena jumped back from the console. Mike looked her up and down and like what he saw. Unlike her sister, Milena wasn't a large girl. In fact, the two sisters didn't have much in common making Mike wonder with whom mom had dallied. Mother's babies, Daddy's maybes. She was a ravishing Venus at fourteen. She sported a wild mane of luxurious long auburn hair, her small but perfect tits and wide hips promising a cushiony fuck with a small auburn patch of hair just growing above her grotto of pleasure. The blood started flowing to his cock. He ran a quick check of the ship’s instruments and everything was working. He smiled at the girl, “Well, come on. I want to make sure you are still up on your duties.”
Milena laughed, “This is the funnest duty on the ship. Maybe it could be my permanent duty.”
Mike laughed, just for a second thinking maybe she could be his permanent mistress as he led her into his cabin. “I think I’d have a mutiny on my hands if the other girls didn’t get their share.”
Mike came up behind the girl, put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his erect cock while burying his face in her mane of hair. He bit her neck while running his cock between her ass cheeks. She giggled and pressed her ass back, lifting up on her toes to pull his cock through the gap between her legs letting his cock rub against her fast heating pussy. Mike could already feel the swampy heat of her pussy. This girl was hot to trot. He remembered she wasn’t one of the virgins. In fact, at fourteen she had already admitted to an older lover as her first when Mike took her to his cabin the last time.
Looking at her he knew boredom wasn’t in the cards. He was entranced by her perfection, her natural beauty, her womanliness for want of a better term. He wished he was a poet or a sculptor so he could capture her perfection in this moment, for he thought of her as perfect, right at that moment when a woman is no longer a girl but is s woman, that moment when the Goddess Hebe, from the Greek for Prime of Life, that moment when a girl becomes a woman. Despite Americans disdain of the nude, American gardens at the turn of the century were full of the Goddess Hebe, nude from the waist up, another tribute to the hypocrisy of the Victorian age.
For Mike, Milena was that Goddess turned to flesh. He held her in his arms like a valuable antique vase, cradling it, too precious to take a chance it might break – kissing her way to communicate this awareness of value. Milena could feel it and melted against Mike absorbing the wondrous feelings. Mike led her to his bed, Milena lay on it looking up in expectation, her eyes pleading, Take me. Mike followed her onto the bed, kissing around her face, neck, shoulders, chest, then taking her small breasts whole into his mouth, his lips teasing and sucking, bringing the blood flow to her nipples, sensitizing them so Milena felt every little touch. Her pussy grew wet and hot, wanting to be touched, so that as Mike moved down her body kissing and touching her pussy opened as her legs spread on their own, her thighs wide, the small thin patch of auburn hair leading his lips south to the goal. Mike’s tongue traced around the edge of her vee, then down one labia and up the other, skipping her button, then down again, sliding this time between to her vagina to plunge into it, poking, prodding, tongue circling around before plunging once again down into her.
Milena cried out, “Yes, more…”
Mike smiled and gave her more, his tongue moving up to tease then lap at her button, her hips humped up seeking more as his finger sank into her seeking her G spot, his lips sucked on her clitoris, tongue flicking…
Her whole body shuddered and twisted in desire. Mike could see she was ready, more than ready she needed completion. Rapidly, he moved up over her, his cock finding her opening and slid into her to be greeted with clasping muscles and molten walls, greasy with her desire. “Yes!” Milena cried as he filled her.
Mike’s cock bottomed out and he paused to bask in the sensations of being in her, soaking his cock in her sex, rolling around, grinding her clitoris with his loins. Milena loved this feeling, freshly filled by a hard cock, her magic button being pushed just right. This is why she had chosen older lovers, her fresh beauty captivating any man she chose. She hunched up against Mike, her body demanding, ‘Fuck me.’
Mike responded and he began the slow in and out, his cock sinking into her again and again each time they soared higher and higher, caught in the upward ascent towards heaven, their minds floating off as their bodies sought the final act, the climax.
It didn’t take long. Mike was first, his desire for the young girl could not be checked for long and his balls erupted spilling his seed deep into her. When she felt the hot liquid pouring into her, her body responded, the walls of her vagina clasped onto his pulsing shaft seeking to pull every drop of the precious liquid into her in the age old dance to reproduce.
Blast after blast, Mike poured his essence into the girl’s pussy. Spasm after spasm she sought to pull every bit into her, until, there was nothing left and Mike fell to the side, pulling her into his chest. They lay together, recovering and basking in the exquisite feelings of sex.
Three weeks into the trip home, the ship could see Earth by eyesight. Mike sent a message to New Aberdeen making sure that the ship would be welcomed back. Half hour later, the answer came. The Chinese had reached an agreement with the Western powers. They would be given one of the colonies on Mars and the right to establish a mining colony in the belt. The Chinese agreed to recompense the victims of the attack on New Hilo. One group specifically named were the girls on his ship. Seems the Chinese really didn’t want it to appear that they didn’t care about a bunch of cute girls they had made orphans. They had set up a fund for the girls. It made them all rich, collectively since the fund was for all combined rather than individually.
Mike called the crew together in the galley and told them the news. He suggested they talk about what they planned to do since the fund was a collective fund. He left them to it. They conversation went on for hours. He was surprised when they asked him back. April represented the group, “Captain, who owns the ship?”
“Don’t know. The company who owned the ship was on Hilo was probably wiped out. Their heirs I guess.”
“Could we buy the ship?” she asked.
Mike was stunned, “Buy the ship?”
The galley burst into sound as the girls were all talking at once. He caught occasional words among the Babel of voices: “We don’t have anyone else.” “We don’t have anywhere to go.” “This is the most fun I’ve ever had.” “…I like sex…” “What’s wrong with us sharing one guy?” “We can run the ship. We have been, right?”
Mike held up his hands and the talk quieted. “Ladies, all I can do is ask. Is that what all of you want me to do?”
There was a unanimous “Yes” from the crew.
Mike smiled, “It has been my pleasure to be your Captain. You have been the best crew I have ever been associated with,” he said and walked out. He didn’t see the wet eyes he left behind.
Mike sent off the inquiry about purchase of the ship. At the same time he sent off an inquiry with the shipping company that he had worked for about whether or not they could use a small passenger ship. That was answered first, and it was an emphatic yes. They had lost several transports and passenger ships in the attack and were trying to service the colonies with too few ships.
The first inquiry took longer to get an answer. The company was in bankruptcy and had no assets. The custodian quickly said, “Yes, make an offer.” Mike knew several lawyers in space law and contacted one who agreed to negotiate a sale as well as set up the LLP for the girls. The girls were all screaming when he gave then the news. Several missives went back and forth, all requiring a quick meeting of the girls and a vote. One week later, the girls, through their LLP which had collected the trust fund, owned the ship. It was quite a scene as each girl signed the ownership deed and the ship transferred to the nine girls in common. The first order of business was to hire Mike to Captain the ship. The second was to rechristen the ship, Too Many Girls. Mike laughed as he sent that off to the Earth for recording.
He asked the lawyer to negotiate the service contract which was done quickly. The nine girls were now ship owners and contractors. He wondered how this was going to work; a ship with one employee, the Captain, with the crew as his boss and owner of the ship. Add in the sex angle and it was a weird situation all right.
He asked the computer to rate the girls for various duties. Since it already had profiles of the girls it only took a few tests to round out the profile of all the girls. The computer suggested April as purser, basically the position she already held, in-charge of the internal and business operations. Surprisingly, the crew member most suited to celestial navigation was Crystal who had the innate math mentality it required. Crystal was promoted to 1st officer and started learning ships operations from the computer. The other jobs were divided up among the girls. In a way, they were all equal and none was paid, they all got an eleven percent share of the profits. That made the job selection less contentious. Even the girls assigned to the galley got ‘paid’ the same as April or Crystal.
The two days into New Aberdeen were busy as each girl worked to learn their duties on a passenger ship. One thing that didn’t change was Mike’s extra duty. He began to wonder if he was a gigolo since he was earning his way with his new bosses in the bedroom. If he was, well, he decided he could live with that.
When they docked, the girls were all heroes having survived the Chinese attack. They met the press; only two were allowed on the station and represented all of the baying pack that was electronically hooked in. The girls were self-conscious not having any experience with this kind of thing. The station commander ran the reporters out as soon as he could and welcomed the girls.
The first thing they did was order uniforms. The next was to set up the schedule of operations. The station commander was startled to say the least that the crew was going to be teenage girls. He did some research and found nothing that prevented it. Mike was a licensed space captain, if he wanted to venture into space with a teenage crew there was nothing to stop him. All that the law required was a Master’s license, he was supposed to know better, the commander thought.
Their first trip was to Mars to bring specialists to help the colony repair the damage from the fighting when the Chinese seized the colonies.
Everyone was excited. The ship was shipshape and all were in their brand new uniforms with the ship’s name, Too Many Girls on them. Mike looked resplendent in his gleaming white uniform with four Captain’s bars in gold. Even Crystal looked older and official with her bright white's and three gold bars on the deep blue background. They had forty-two passengers on the manifest which meant the girls had to hot bunk in the remaining crew cabins on the way out. Crystal volunteered to bunk with Mike, because she was learning navigation and the flight deck would be handy, a suggestion quickly rejected among loud catcalls. It was true that Mike’s bunk was always hot bunked so the remaining beds were easier to allocate.
Mike was in the Captain’s chair and Crystal manned the navigator’s chair. Mike released the hold on New Aberdeen and they floated up and away from the station. Mike watched intently as Crystal engaged the gravity drive, following the plotted course, slowly began boosting away from Earth orbit. She followed the plot exactly, hitting each timing point plus minus one second.
“Navigator, engage auto pilot routine,” Mike ordered.
“Aye aye, Captain,” she answered as she put the ship into automated flight. Both watched as the computer showed them exactly on course.
“You did that perfectly,” he said. “That deserves a reward.”
Crystal squealed, hopped from her chair and bounded into his. It made for a tight fit, not that Mike minded. Her hot little pussy was rubbing his quickly inflating rod. They slowly screwed to the background of stars as the Earth fell away behind them. Mike watched Crystal bouncing in his lap, his cock deep in her. Emily, the new communications officer watched from her station, thinking work on the bridge was going to have advantages. Mike lost in the pleasure was wondering how he could have ever thought there were too many girls on the ship. ‘Just how many girls is too many?’ Mike figured he’d never know. Nine certainly wasn’t too many for him.
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