His name was Gorndor, and he was happy. Well, at least I think Gorndor was a he. It's kind of hard to tell with Yuglicks. Both sexes look pretty much the same. There is some difference in size -- females tend to be larger -- but just as with Earther humanoids, there are exceptions at both ends of the scale. The Yuglicks don't seem to have a problem figuring out who is what, and they're very good at making little Yuglicks when in the mood to do so. The problem is they can't get in the mood unless they have Jananga fruit. I'm a little fuzzy on just how it works, but it's something about the proteins in the fruit that triggers them to make these special hormones that get things going. Jananga fruit comes from their home planet, Yuglon, over in the Randall-5 galaxy.
I first heard about the Yuglicks from a Calendian trader named Nodo. Yuglicks are much sought as mercenaries because they're very strong, aren't afraid of anything, and, well, they don't get distracted by sex like about ninety-nine percent of the other humanoids in the known universe. The Yuglicks are aware of all these qualities, and are very proud of their reputation for the first two. They don't like the third at all. Well, can you blame them? I mean, how would you like going out to fight somebody else's war and not even be able to get laid before the battle? That's not my idea of a great time. I decided I'd give them a little help in that area as long as they were willing to pay for it. That's why Gorndor was happy. I'd just brought a supply of fresh Jananga to his duty station on Zancin 4.
I was happy that Gorndor was happy, well... sort of. Gorndor being happy meant he wouldn't rip off my balls and have them for lunch. It also meant that each breath I took, and believe me they were few and far between, made me want to double up and puke.
See, Yuglicks have this unique way of showing happiness. Most humanoids smile, although there is the Logawn species who frown. A couple just blink their eyes or stick out their tongues. Yuglicks fart, and it's not your ordinary humanoid fart. A Yuglick fart is a huge, silent, odorous cloud that would gag a Rellian rorg worm. To me, it smells a little like a dead fish decomposing in a pool of rotten eggs, but Yuglicks love the smell. They were all grinning from eye to eye.
I controlled my gag reflex, because puking would have been disrespectful, and you never want to show disrespect to a Yuglick. That makes them unhappy, and an unhappy Yuglick is not a fun playmate. I just sat there with tears streaming down my cheeks and hoped my skin wouldn't dissolve. We still had to negotiate the terms of the trade.
It's not like I had anything better to do. You see, my great-great-great grandparents doomed me to this life. Oh, they didn't intend to do it. Hell, they didn't even know they were doing it. Nobody did until we got to.... Uh.... Sorry. I can see this must be confusing, so I'll start at the beginning.
Way back in the late twenty-first century, Earthers had put several colonies on their moon, and had a couple going strong on Mars and Venus. That was about as far as they could go in spreading the human presence in their galaxy. All the other planets were either too hot, too cold, or were just big balls of gas. They started looking to the stars, as dreamers often do, I'm told, and found a likely looking galaxy to populate. The only problem was it was way to hell and gone away from Earth. There wasn't any way of getting there within one person's lifetime. The great minds of the century thought about that for a while, and came up with a plan. In hindsight, my hindsight anyway, it was a suck-ass plan, but the Earth Congress bought into it.
They built the EC Jacobs, an enormous ship powered by nuclear thrusters, loaded up a thousand or so fools, I mean volunteers, and pointed it toward Alofit 1. Alofit 1 is a planet in the Entropian cluster and was discovered by one Alonzo Fitzhue, hence the name. The volunteers had been challenged to go forth and multiply, and so they did -- two offspring per couple, one male and one female guaranteed by genetic manipulation. Those children grew up, were paired into couples by the ship's computer, and had more offspring. The calculations said the EC Jacobs would make it to Alofit 1 by the time the fifth generation of crewmembers turned twenty-five, give or take a few years for calculation error. That generation happened to include me, Will Blanden.
After I turned 18, the ship's computer program looked at my test scores from high school, and decided I should learn aquaculture. Aquaculture was a big deal on the EC Jacobs, since much of our protein came from fish raised in the on-board tanks. I learned how to feed them and to check and adjust the water quality pretty quickly. Evidently I did have a flair for raising fish, because they happily made lots of little baby fish that grew quickly into really tasty fish fillets.
Once I mastered that skill, there wasn't much to do every day and I was bored. When I get bored, I usually get into trouble, but I was saved from that by Gus, the head of the ship's maintenance crew. He didn't really fit in with most of the other adults on the ship, because he pretty much thought for himself in matters of ship's rules. I liked him because I really didn't fit in very well either.
Gus was about fifty, and because he and his crew had to fix anything that broke, he had the run of the ship. He also had enough stuff and knowledge to build all sorts of technical gadgets, and taught me how to do the same. I owe a lot to Gus for that, since it lets me do most of my repairs by myself. I also owe Gus for teaching me the finer points of sex, well, at least for introducing me to someone who did.
We all had the standard issue reproductive training in school -- woman lays on her back and opens her legs, penis goes into vagina, then strokes in and out until ejaculation. We were taught how that causes pregnancy, along with why we were to be genetically matched with a mate as soon as we reached the age of twenty-six.
Since it was a given that we would want to practice what we learned, we were all issued standard masterbators, vibrating sleeves for the guys and dildos for the girls. We were taught how to relieve our own tensions so as to "save ourselves for that perfect match". I spent the next three years jacking off to the training videos the ship's computer supplied on demand. Then, I met Gus.
I first met Gus when he came to fix one of the circulation pumps on the fish tanks. When I seemed interested in what he was doing, Gus began explaining how the pump worked and what had gone wrong. He even let me put the pump back together and grinned when it worked the first time.
"Young fella, you're in the wrong game here. You oughta be workin' in maintenance, but I guess that friggin' computer didn't think so. Tell you what. You come down to my place when you get done with whatever it is you do here, and I'll show you some more maintenance stuff. Can't ever know too much, I always say."
Well, there wasn't much to do in the fish room except put in some feed, check the filtration system that strained out the fish crap, and weigh a couple from time to time. I spent a lot of hours with Gus. After about a month, he let me in on a secret.
Now, Gus had a spouse, but like Gus, she had a personality quirk that had somehow escaped the genetic filtering designed to make us all perfectly normal, whatever the hell that means. Doris had to see sex to get aroused. According to Gus, once she was aroused, she'd leave him limp, drained, and was still begging for more, but getting her aroused was the problem. Gus solved that problem in his own unique way.
Gus could go anywhere on the ship through the maintenance passages, and so had access to places nobody else had. Those places included the women's gym showers, girl's college dormitory rooms, each couples sleeping quarters, and the sick bay. Being a devout voyeur, Gus had installed video cameras in each of these places and connected them to the monitors in his maintenance office via his own encrypted network.
He'd record some of the video every day, and then take the memory chip back to their living quarters. His wife would watch the video until, as Gus put it, "she was hot as a plasma injector, dripping like a leaky faucet, and wanted to fuck all night long".
"Yep", Gus grinned, "havin' her drape them big titties over my face so I can suck her nipples, and then ridin' my cock until she comes all over my balls is a real trip. You never seen a woman get so hot 'n bothered as Doris does. Why the other night, she sucked my cock until I shot a load down her throat, swallowed it all, and then kept on suckin' to get it hard again. We finally quit 'bout midnight, 'cause I couldn't get it up anymore. I did have to give her a good lickin' 'fore she'd leave me alone though. She'd have a time with you, young fella. When I was your age, I could get it up after about five minutes, and do that for hours. I expect you're about the same. You ought to try her out sometime. I know she'd love it."
I said I thought Doris was his, and that meant nobody else could be with her.
"That's the bullshit they teach you in school, boy, not what really goes on. If you'd seen some of what I've seen with my little camera system...well, let me just show you so you'll know."
Gus turned on his monitor and pressed some buttons.
"The women's exercise class should still be in the showers about now. Let's go see."
Well, they were...two of them...and they were naked...and the showers weren't running. Since the actors in the sex education tapes were always the same, I hadn't realized there could be so much variation in women's bodies. There was Jack's wife, Melody, who lived next door to Mom and Dad. I knew she didn't have big tits. I didn't know she had really long, really stiff nipples. I also didn't know she liked having them pulled and twisted, or that Janice, Mom's best friend, liked doing that for her.
"But they look like they're lesbians. We're not supposed to have any lesbians. The computer fixes that when it matches people up, doesn't it?"
"Boy, women are different than you and me. I got no desire to have another dick anywhere on me, but women...well, usually they don't mind another woman touching them. Some of 'em love it. Oh, they still like a good, stiff cock, but they'll play with each other when they don't have one handy. Just the way they are, I guess. Doris is like that. Gotta find her a woman one o' these days. She'll get hot as hell watching this. I'll just record for a while so I can take it home tonight."
Gus pressed a couple buttons, and then we watched as Janice pulled Melody's nipples some more, then sucked on them gently while she slipped a finger between Melody's thighs. Melody's mouth opened to form a little "O", and then her head fell back as the finger disappeared inside her soft lips. When Janice slipped in another finger, Melody's tummy started to contract, and she started pulling on the nipple Janice wasn't sucking. After three fingers, Melody started arching her pussy into Janice' hand, and finally had to hold on to the shower head to keep from falling down. She gasped, arched hard, and then shook all over for almost a minute. Then, she kissed Janice full on the mouth.
The sex education videos were nothing like this. My cock was hard as a rock, and I really needed to jack off. Gus saw me rubbing the front of my pants and stopped me.
"Don't you go wastin' that on your hand. Come to our place tonight, an' Doris'll teach you what to do with it. I guarantee you'll never regret the lesson. Now, let's go see what the Williams are up to. They're off work today, and that means..." Gus punched some more buttons. "That means he'll be giving her big clit a good lickin'. There...see what I mean? I'll zoom in some so you can see better."
Mrs. Williams had been my seventh grade math teacher, but I never suspected...I mean, her clit was almost an inch long and Bill was licking away at it like it was hard candy. It did look hard, really hard and it glistened with wetness. I didn't know if that was from his tongue or from her. The sex education videos said women get wet when they're aroused.
"The sound is always great with them", breathed Gus. "Put on these headphones. Don't want anybody guessing what we're doin', now do we?"
If my cock could have gotten any harder, it would have. Mrs. Williams, that soft-spoken woman who taught me about dividing fractions and started me into algebra was not quite so soft-spoken when her clit was being teased.
"Oh God, Bill, yes...now suck it...suck it hard."
I watched, breathless, as her husband wrapped his lips around the throbbing nub and then sucked. As his cheeks moved in and out, he snaked his hands under Mrs. Williams' hips and up to the big breasts that jiggled on her chest. He squeezed and Mrs. Williams gasped.
"Ah...Oh...pinch 'em Honey...yes...now twist 'em...Oh God...watch out...it's coming."
Bill sucked hard a couple more times, and almost managed to get out of the way when the stream of clear liquid shot out of Mrs. Williams pussy. It hit him on the chin. He wiped his chin and latched on to her clit gain, this time sucking faster and pulling on Mrs. Williams nipples pretty hard. She began to writhe under his face, then arched her back to push her pussy into his face.
"Honey, stick in a couple fingers now...Oh God, yes. I'm gonna cum if you keep sucking. Don't stop, Honey, don't stop."
