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Stowaway, part 2.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Cons, Pedo, SciFi.)

Story Intro:
Bobbie, an adventurous but innocent young girl of nine, accidentally finds herself aboard a ship bound for Mars. She must survive the rigours of a four-week space voyage... amongst a crew of sex-starved men!
Part 1 is the outward-bound voyage; part 2 is the homeward journey.

Stowaway, part 2:

The following morning, after getting up and quickly showering, Bobbie dressed in her freshly cleaned jumpsuit and joined Mac and Captain Greg in the bridge. She watched them quietly as they monitored the Saratoga's progress with practised movements. She was glad to see that Mac had shaved off his beard, even if it did make his face look a bit odd where his cheeks, chin and jaw were all paler that the rest of him, but Bobbie preferred him with no beard, he looked so much more handsome like this.

"There willnae be anythin' happenin' fur a while lass," Mac advised her after the silence had stretched, "we willnae be dockin' at Deimos until lunchtime. Why dinnae ye go an' do somethin' else."
"Awww... Do I hafta?" she whined and pouted cutely, "I've never seen space before."
Mac chuckled lightly, but he suspected that she didn't really want to be alone after her ordeal of the evening before. With a smile he reached over and flicked a switch on his control board.

The blank wall at the end of the room suddenly darkened to show a crystal clear image of the space outside the ship. There were three bright coronas intruding into the view at the top left, top right and bottom middle, but they did nothing to detract from the magnificent splendour of Mars in three-quarters phase.
"Ooooh, Wow!" Bobbie breathed in awe at the sight before her.
"That's the view from the rear camera," Mac explained, "sae ye'll be able tae see everythin' aheed o' us as we approach Deimos."
"Why's it not spinning?" Bobbie asked curiously.
"We digitally counter the spin in the image," Mac explained, "sae it always looks steady."

Over the following hours, as Mac and Greg worked, Bobbie gazed in rapt wonder at the view of Mars as it grew larger and larger, eventually filling the whole screen with its ruddy countenance. She also watched as the small twinkling star that was Deimos station grew and resolved itself into a small rocky blob sprinkled with flashing lights of various colours that serenely moved to the left side of the view as they slowly passed it.
"Oh... where'd it go?" Bobbie sighed, sounding disappointed.
"Whit?" Mac asked, and then realised what Bobbie was talking about and quickly typed a flurry of commands on his keyboard. "We're jist passin' Deimos, it'll be back soon."
The view Bobbie was watching changed to show the deep black of space scattered with a sprinkling of pinpoint stars and the pale smudge of the Milky Way. As she watched, the potato-shaped rock, outlined by its flashing lights as well as the distant sun, slowly crept into the view from the right, crawling ever slower until it finally came to rest centred perfectly on the screen. Once it was still, Bobby could just make out a thin line of warning lights stretching straight from Deimos to the right of the screen, and wondered what it could be.

"How's that then Mac?" Greg asked as he leant back and stretched, making his joints crack and pop alarmingly.
Mac checked his screens and then chuckled, "Ah make it one-thousand-an'-one-point-five meters Captain, an' centred on the nose."
Bobbie glanced back and forth between them, unsure what was happening, as Captain Greg opened a com channel. "Deimos this is the Saratoga, do you read me?"
There was a faint hiss of static from the speakers before the answer came through loud and clear. "Saratoga this is Deimos station, welcome back Greg," a deep baritone voice boomed from the speakers.
"How'd I do Ron?" Greg chuckled, "whose round will it be tonight?"
A deep chuckle sounded from the speaker as Ron replied, "You got me again Greg, I think we're going to have to reduce that margin of error or you'll be drinking on me until I retire." There was a slight pause and then he continued, "You're cleared to make your final approach and I'll have a cold one on the bar for you when you get in."
Greg bent to his controls again, and the Saratoga gracefully coasted through the intervening distance to come to rest with a scant twenty-metre gap between them and Deimos station.

Bobbie watched, as the shadowed rock loomed larger and larger in the view, eventually covering all the stars, leaving nothing to look at except a small ring of lights at the centre. The ring of lights grew steadily closer, expanding out to the edges of the view and beyond. "Eek!" Bobbie squeaked, as she felt certain they would crash at any moment.
Mac looked up from his instruments to Bobbie and then to the view. "It's ok lass," he said soothingly, "we've stopped, that's only the ring o' the dockin' tube approachin' the main airlock."

It was another hour of tedious waiting for Bobbie before Mac was happy with the progress of the unloading and they could go and see the sights as he had promised her.
They floated together beside the cargo containers as they serenely coasted along the concertina-like docking tube and out into a vast open area. They watched for a moment as the large group of men wearing bright orange jumpsuits worked with the floating containers, catching them as they exited the tube and then directing them to the other side of the vast globular room.

Bobbie followed close behind Mac as they crossed the large room and exited out to a corridor. She floated along beside him quietly, feeling a little disappointed that she wouldn't see anything very different to the corridors of home.
Mac led Bobbie through the corridors to the passenger lounge and up to a check in station that stood unmanned beside a closed airlock door. "Here we go," Mac smiled at Bobbie as he opened the airlock and they floated through into a large circular room. It was approximately ten metres across and there were three concentric rings of flight seats ranged around the room, leaving an open area in the middle.
"What's this?" Bobbie asked, feeling disappointed, thinking it might be a small theatre, "Aren't we going to Mars then?"

"Thes," Mac answered smiling, "is the passenger section o' the Beanstalk Transportation Module." He then led her to the centre ring of seats and strapped her down beside the aisle.
Bobbie looked at him as he then strapped himself in beside her and asked, "Huh?"
Mac grinned at her and continued, "Whit we like tae call 'The Bean Pod'." Bobbie still looked confused so he added, "It's like a huge lift that runs from Deimos station doon tae the surface o' Mars."
"Oh..." Bobbie suddenly understood, and became very animated. "What's it like Mac?" Bobbie babbled excited at the prospect of visiting another planet for the first time. "Are there any Martians? Will we get to meet some?"
Mac laughed at her enthusiasm. "Ares is a lot like any other city, except it's mostly undergroond." He answered smiling, "Aye there are Martians, but not like ye think. An' aye Ah think that ye will meet some o' them."

After waiting impatiently for the 'Pod' to start its descent, Bobbie heard the airlock open behind them. She turned to see a man wearing a dark-blue jumpsuit float through the door and gracefully navigate to one of the seats opposite them, swiftly followed by a dozen other people. They were all wearing similar dark-blue jumpsuits and had short hair, even the women. Shortly after that, the airlock opened again and a group of men in the bright orange jumpsuits trooped in.

"Hey Mac," one of them called out as he floated in and pulled himself into the chair across the aisle from Bobbie. He was a short muscular man, with a pale wrinkled complexion and white/grey hair. "What are you doing here? And what happened to the face fuzz?" he asked grinning, and then noticed Bobbie sat beside Mac wearing a Saratoga jumpsuit. "You taking on young crew these days Mac?"
Mac chuckled at his joke and shook his head. "Nae Pops, thes is mah niece Bobbie, an' Ah'm takin' her shoppin', an' as fur mah beard... Ah decided it wuz time fur a change, that's all. "
Bobbie grinned with pride at being called Mac's niece, even though he was no relation she thought of him as an uncle too.
"Pleased to meet you Bobbie," the man in orange smiled at her, "I'm Pops, the oldest cargo hand on Mars."

Just then, Bobbie felt a shudder run through her seat and then she felt herself being lifted into the straps holding her down, until she felt like she did when she was hanging upside down. She giggled at the strange feeling it gave her in the pit of her stomach as it quickly peaked and then reduced back to weightlessness again.

The fall down the beanstalk was uneventful, about half way through the hour long trip their weight slowly returned until they weighed a third of Earth normal, and then near the end surged up to full Earth normal for the last few minutes.

Mac held Bobbie back for a moment, as the other passengers surged out of the Pod. "Bobbie," he said earnestly, "ye must promise tae stay near me. Ah dinnae want ye gettin' lost here ok?"
Bobbie nodded, "I promise," and then grinned impishly and added, "Uncle Mac," causing Mac to grin back at her.

Mac led Bobbie from the Pod and along a short corridor to an underground train station where they boarded a train carriage with some of the other passengers of the Pod. Bobbie wriggled in her seat, impatient to see what Mars was like, as the train silently accelerated out of the station. "What's it like Uncle Mac?" Bobbie asked again, thrilled that she was actually on another planet.
"Jist wait an' see," Mac smiled placidly, trying to calm her a little.

Eventually, the train pulled into another station that looked much the same as the last. The passengers trooped from the train, quickly followed by Bobbie and Mac. He stopped and checked the timetable on the wall, and noted that the next shift change was due in four hours, before they left the station and walked along the corridor towards an entrance that glowed with bright sunlight.

Bobbie blinked rapidly as they stepped out of the relatively dim corridor and into the bright sunlight of the outside. She stared around her in awe; they stood at the top of a set of stone steps that led down to a paved path that surrounded a verdant park.
Green lawns at the foot of the steps were split by another paved path that led directly away from where they stood and through the forest in the distance. The walls surrounding the park were of a reddish stone, and above them there rose a domed roof with lights suspended from it that were as bright as a summer day on Earth.

"It's a huge meteorite crater," Mac explained to Bobbie, "they built a crystalline dome over the top an' at night, when the lights are turned doon, ye can see the sandstorms ragin' ootside."
"Will you take me out there?" she asked quietly, awed by the engineering feat of the dome.
"Ah guess we could," he replied cautiously, "but there's really nothin' tae see."
After allowing Bobbie a moment more staring at the huge park, Mac led her down the steps and around to a garage cut into the wall of the crater. He unplugged a grey golf cart like buggy and climbed aboard and gestured for Bobbie to do likewise. With a whine of the electric motors they sped off up the path across the parkland.

"Why have they got such a big park here?" Bobbie asked curiously as they drove into the shadows under the canopy of the forest.
"Fur two reasons," Mac replied, "One is tae gie everyone a nice place tae visit where livin' things are growin'. The other is tae replace the oxygen in the air, naturally rather than artificially."

They continued along the path in companionable silence while Bobbie stared in awe at the large trees and plants of the forest. "I never knew they were sooo big..." she said, wonder filling her quiet voice.
"Really?" Mac asked, astonished.
"No..." Bobbie replied wistfully. "Me and dad came to Elle1 when I was very young, and I don't remember ever seeing them, except in books and films of Earth."
Mac concentrated on driving the cart, not really knowing what he could say to Bobbie's declaration.

They drove out of the other side of the forest and stopped at the entrance of a large arched corridor cut deep into the rock wall of the crater. Mac left the buggy plugged in at another garage and together they headed into the large corridor.

It looked like the central walk area of the shopping malls Bobbie has seen in films of Earth, except that it seemed to stretch on for miles. To each side of the wide plant lined pedestrian street, the façades of a multitude of shops and cafés showed where they also burrowed into the Martian rock. There were a number of people walking about the street when Bobbie spotted a toy shop and headed straight for it with Mac following close behind.

Bobbie had never experienced shopping quite like it before. At home, when she needed something new, her daddy would order it out of the catalogue and have to pick it up from the local distribution office. She marvelled at the range of toys, book-sticks and comic-sticks on display, and wondered around the shop with her mouth hanging open in awe.

Mac was surprised when Bobbie finally picked out a book reader and a small library of memory-sticks, both books and comics featured heavily, with the entire collection of Space Ranger Starr being included, but there were also books on space engineering in the pile too. He led Bobbie from the toyshop to a nearby clothing shop and announced, "Ah think it's aboot time ye hud somethin' more than that borrowed jumpsuit tae dress in."

Bobbie was thrilled to be able to try the clothes on before buying, so much so that she tried on outfit after outfit, running out from the changing rooms to give Mac a brief show before she ran back to change into the next. One of the things she was really pleased to find, was a jumpsuit that looked very similar to the Saratoga's uniform but fitted her properly. She didn't run out in that one, she just put it aside as a surprise for Mac and captain Greg.

"Ok Mac," Bobbie announced grinning as she came out of the changing rooms for the last time. "I'm done!" She was dressed in a light and flowing summery dress that was white but covered with thousands of small flowers.
Mac goggled at the large pile of clothing Bobbie was carrying and then at what she was wearing. "Do ye think that dress is appropriate?" he asked smiling at her. "Wouldnae jeans be better?"
Bobbie shrugged unconcerned and grinned, "I like it, I've never had a real dress before."

Mac smiled to himself as Bobbie took the rest of her shopping to the counter and he paid for them, he knew freefall and dresses didn't mix, and he thought it would be funny to see how Bobbie reacted. As they left the shop Mac checked his watch and found it later that he had realised. "Damn! It's late!" he exclaimed, "we're gonnae have tae go noo or we'll be late."

They rushed back to where they had parked, grabbed their buggy and Mac drove it back through the park as fast as he could. He drove the overladen buggy to the garage at the train station and squealed to a stop. "Come on, hurry up..." he stressed, as he plugged the buggy back in and quickly grabbed as many bags as he could carry letting Bobbie carry the rest. "We cannae be late fur the train!"
They ran, as well as they could burdened by their bags, along the tunnel to the station, only to find the train empty and still waiting patiently for it's load of passengers. With a deep sigh of relief, Mac settled himself into a seat with Bobbie puffing and giggling beside him before dumping their bags on the floor at their feet.

"Hey!" Bobbie exclaimed accusingly, having just remembered, "You said I could meet a Martian!"
"You did," Mac chuckled lightly, "remember that girl ye chatted tae in the clothin' store?"
"Uh huh," she nodded, looking puzzled.
"Weel," he continued, "she wuz born here on Mars, sae technically... she is a Martian."
"But..." she protested frowning disappointedly, "what about the ancient ruined cities?"
"Ah'm sorry Bobbie," Mac apologised, smiling sympathetically, "but they have never found any ruins here."
"Oh..." she frowned sadly, "so there are no ancient Martian cities." She then looked up at Mac hopefully, "Can we go outside anyway?"
"Ah'm afraid not..." he replied sadly, "we willnae have time once we get back, we've got tae get straight up tae the Saratoga before she leaves."

Bobbie was a little subdued during the train ride back to the base station of the beanstalk, disappointed that she would not get a chance to go outside onto the surface of Mars and see what it was like. She sat dispiritedly, strapped in her seat on the Bean Pod, as Mac tied all their bags together into a large bundle and strapped it into another seat before strapping himself in too. During the hour-long ride up to Deimos station Bobbie grew steadily more excited about the trip home, until she was her usual vibrant self by the time they arrived.

Bobbie giggled as she watched Mac try to herd the large bundle of shopping bags out of the Pod and through the lounge area while in free fall. She flew past him, with her dress flapping in the wind of her passage, down the corridor to a corner and waited for him floating in mid air, trying unsuccessfully to suppress her giggles at the sight of him struggling to control the flight of all the bags at once.
Mac glanced passed the awkward bundle of bags to see Bobbie trying to hide her giggles behind her hands. "OK then!" he said in mock anger, "ye push them!" and then shoved the bundle directly at her.

Bobbie looked up to see the bundle of shopping spinning and hurtling towards her. "No!" she yelped in surprise as the bundle sailed into her and then burst apart as it hit. Separate bags flew out of the loosely tied bundle, some leaking random items of clothing.
Mac chuckled at the bug-eyed look of surprise on Bobbie's face, and the slowly expanding sphere of escaped clothing that surrounded her.
"Oh you..." she smiled, as she reached for the nearest item and then threw it hard at Mac. Unfortunately, as she threw the item reaction made her body slowly tilt over backwards, making Mac burst out with uncontained laughter. Bobbie's slow tumble was brought to a halt as she ran into the remaining bags that surrounded her. She floated head down with respect to Mac and faced the corner of the corridor with her light skirt floating away from her body revealing her rounded bare butt to Mac's gaze.

"Grrr!" Bobbie growled in frustration, as she kicked and pushed at the bags until she was against the corridor wall facing Mac, who was laughing so hard he was clutching his sides as tears pooled in spheres over his eyes. She narrowed her eyes and launched herself straight at him with her fists balled. She slammed into him, sending them both tumbling back along the corridor as she attempted to hit him ineffectually, drifting away from him with every strike.
Mac rapidly ran his fingers up and down Bobbie's sides, tickling her mercilessly, causing her to dissolve into shrieks of laughter before he hugged her tight, trapping her arms at her sides and cupping her bare bottom in his hands. "Ah told ye that ye might regret wearin' the dress," he smiled at her.

When they had both calmed down, they collected together the shopping bags and bundled them together again and then pulled them along as they floated down the corridor. They quickly travelled the maze of corridors back to the large cargo area, where the men in orange were now working to move containers back into the docking tube.

Bobbie propelled herself across the large cargo area in front of Mac and the shopping, and then pulled herself into the concertina docking tube to float alongside the cargo containers.
When they reached the top of the first elevator, Mac pushed the shopping in the elevator with Bobbie, but remained outside it. "Can ye take the shoppin' back tae your room Bobbie?" he asked, and then explained, "Ah need tae check over the cargo, make sure it's all ok before we leave."
"I'll help!" she announced smiling, "I'll take these to my room and change, and then I can help you."
Mac nodded smiling as she pressed the elevator button, and then headed aft to start his check.

Bobbie waited impatiently as the elevator rapidly fell the short distance down to the living quarters. She dragged the now heavy bundle of shopping bags out of the elevator, along the corridor past the bathroom and laundry and into her room. She rapidly opened the shopping bags and rifled through them, searching for her new jumpsuit. She found it and quickly changed into it before running out of the door.

"Cargo Hand Taylor reporting for duty chief!" Bobbie declared briskly to Mac's back when she finally found him in cargo pod 5.
He turned to see Bobbie stood at attention and saluting while grinning widely and he smiled in return. She was dressed in a properly fitting jumpsuit that was almost the same colour as his own uniform, she no longer looked like a refugee in handed down clothes, but like a smart but smaller member of the crew.
Together they worked through the cargo that had already been stored, and even managed to catch up with the loading crew just as they were loading the last of the containers.

Once they had checked off the last of the containers, Mac straightened up with a groan while holding his back. "Ah dinnae know aboot ye," he smiled at Bobbie, "but Ah could do wi' a drink."
"Yeah!" Bobbie nodded vigorously grinning, "And I'm hungry too!"
"Oh, Ah'm sorry lass," Mac said with contrition, "Ah forgot all aboot lunch, ye must be starved. Weel let's get somethin' tae eat as weel, ok?"

Bobbie was surprised when they returned to the spine, and asked curiously, "Where are we going Mac? I thought we were going to get something to eat."
"We are," he replied smiling enigmatically.
She floated along with Mac, quietly wondering where they were going. They crossed through the empty docking tube and then out into the large cargo area before heading into the maze of corridors of the station. They seemed to pass through miles of virtually deserted corridors and airlocks before Mac announced, "We're here," at another airlock and then passed through it into the large room beyond.

Although the room was well lit, it felt cosy and inviting to Bobbie, like being in the living room of a family friend. There were various pictures on the walls and tall tables spaced around the room, some of which had groups of people standing around them.
"Here, put these on," Mac advised her as he handed her a pair of stretchy over-shoes, and then slipped on a pair himself before walking oddly between the tables towards a counter at the far side of the room.
Bobbie slipped on the over-shoes and found that the bottom of them felt tacky, when she put her feet on the floor they stuck. She gingerly weaved her way through the forest of tables and up beside Mac just as he paid the man behind the counter.
"Here ye go lass," Mac smiled as he handed Bobbie a drink-carton with a straw sticking out of it and a thin cardboard burger box.

She unsteadily followed Mac as he walked to one of the occupied tables and was startled by a deep baritone voice calling, "Mac! What happened to your beard?"
Mack looked discomfited and tentatively answered, "Ah felt like a change an' shaved it off."
Bobbie looked up at who else was at the table as she placed her cartons on the table top and smiled, "Besides... it tickled."

"Did it now?" the deep baritone voice asked with a grin. The voice belonged to a tall man who towered above Bobbie at least half again as tall as she was. He had short cut, dark curly hair and dark brown eyes in a smiling rounded face. His chocolate brown skin was a sharp contrast to her own pale complexion, and he was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit.

"Hello Bobbie," Greg smiled at her jovially, and then turned to the tall dark man stood next to him. "Ron," he said grinning, "this is Bobbie, our 'Stowaway'."
Ron looked surprised for a moment and then smiled at her and said in his deep voice, "Hello Bobbie."
"Hi Mr Ron," Bobbie grinned up at him and then turned to her burger.

Greg turned to Mac and asked, "Have you finished checking the cargo in?"
"Aye captain," Mac nodded and took a gulp from his own drink carton before smiling and adding, "an' ye'll be glad tae know that there were nae unexpected additions thes time."
Bobbie only smiled at Mac's joke before she quickly devoured her burger, finding it to be the best she had ever tasted, and then quickly emptied her drink carton of fruit juice too.

As the four of them trooped towards the airlock, Mac noticed Kevin stood alone at a table, nursing a drink, and scowled at him. He took a step towards him, but was stopped by Greg's hand on his arm. "He's not worth it Mac, let's just go," Greg suggested softly.
Once Ron had bid them goodbye, Greg, Mac and Bobbie made their way through the maze of corridors back to the docking tube and then through it into the Saratoga.

+ + + + +

Kevin stood at his table relaxing, idly drifting in the air currents, when he was approached by a short man with a swarthy complexion. He had greasy short black hair, dark eyes and a straggly black moustache.
"I see there is no love lost between you and Greg Black," he said with a friendly smile.
"What's it to you?" Kevin asked through clenched teeth, as he stared hard at the short man.
"My apologies," he said smiling broadly and raised his hands as if in surrender. "I didn't mean to intrude; I simply thought you might welcome a sympathetic ear." He paused a moment and then continued, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Quinn Thorpe, Captain of the 'Jolly Roger'."

"I've heard of you," Kevin said, a sly grin spreading over his face, "you're the one that Black beat for the Earth - Mars contract."
"Indeed," Captain Thorpe smiled amiably, "I have that dubious honour, but I came here to talk about your future, not his."
Kevin scowled and showed Thorpe the heavy strap bound securely to his wrist. "I have no future!" he growled as he rattled the security tag that prevented him from leaving the station.
"That is a mere inconvenience," Captain Thorpe smiled enigmatically, "not a real problem."
Kevin looked surprised by Captain Thorpe's statement, but nodded, "Go on."
Captain Thorpe's smile grew even wider as he chuckled, "I'm going to make you an offer that you cannot refuse."

+ + + + +

Very quickly after leaving Mars, life on the Saratoga returned to its routine. Bobbie would help Mac with his chores around the Saratoga, and then they would relax in the galley where she would either play a game of cards with Mac or read the comics or books that he had bought for her.

Both Paul and Greg had expressed their apologies for allowing Kevin to sway them with his arguments and, even though Bobbie had seemed to enjoy doing it, they had resolved they would not cause her any further harm by asking her to suck them off again.

Mac endeavoured to treat Bobbie exactly the same as he had before, with the fondness and affection of an uncle, but he found himself almost constantly thinking about her slender little body under her jumpsuit, or looking at her skinny bare legs when she sat and read her comics. He would find himself staring at her and smiling, or simply thinking about her when she wasn't there.

On the third day after leaving Mars, once they had finished their daily tasks, Mac returned to the galley while Bobbie went to her cabin to change. She returned to the galley a few minutes later wearing a tight yellow T-shirt and even tighter pale yellow cotton shorts. Mac swallowed nervously and felt his dick inflating in his jumpsuit as he stared at her. He could see her plump little pussy clearly defined by the tight fabric of the shorts as she walked to the fridge and, as she bent over slightly to get a drink, he stared and grinned, admiring her taut rounded cotton clad bottom.

Bobbie turned and slowly walked to where Mac was sat on the couch. She could see his cheeks were a little flushed and he looked nervous. She realised, with a shiver, that he had been looking at her bottom. "Do you like it?" she asked softly and smiled timidly.
Mac looked at Bobbie feeling self-conscious and asked, "Like whit?"
"Do you like looking at my butt?" she smiled as she looked up into his eyes.

Mac's first thought was to tell her that he hadn't been looking at her, but as he stared into her limpid brown eyes he saw amusement and acceptance in them, she wanted and liked him looking at her! He didn't want to lie to her, it felt wrong. "Aye lass," he nodded grinning, "Ah wuz lookin' at your bum." Mac noticed how Bobbie's eyes widened slightly and her pupils dilated as he continued, "An' Ah've never seen a more wonderful an' sexy bum than yours."
Bobbie smiled at Mac, her cheeks filling with a rosy blush at his compliment but she had no idea what to say in response. Finally she simply clasped his rough hand in hers and stood pulling him up from the couch with her and led him from the galley to her cabin.

Once through the door, Bobbie walked to the bed trying to make her hips wiggle. Once she reached it she turned to look over her shoulder, gave herself a playful little spank and giggled. She then turned and sat on the edge of the bed and grinned, "I want you to lick my cunny!"
Mac couldn't believe his eyes, he followed Bobbie through her door and closed it behind him as he watched her taut bottom twitch and flex enticingly under the tight cotton shorts. She looked over her shoulder and lightly spanked herself making the firm flesh jiggle slightly, and then turned and demanded he lick her. Mac smiled at her as he approached the bed, she was so innocent and yet so sexy too. "Ah'd love tae lick ye lass," he grinned, his resolve to do nothing sexual with her shattered completely.

He grasped the bottom of her tight yellow T-shirt and pulled upwards, peeling it off her body revealing her small dark nipples to his gaze. He gently tweaked and flicked his fingertip at her tiny nipples making them perk up and stiffen.
Bobbie looked down at her bare chest where Mac was lightly playing with her small nippies and then grinned back up at him, "That's nice."
Mac smiled and then knelt on the floor and leant closer. He licked Bobbie's small nipple and then kissed it. He sucked it between his lips and flicked it back and forth with his tongue, eliciting an excited moan from Bobbie as he felt it stiffen in his mouth. He moved to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment causing another excited moan from her.

Bobbie whined with disappointment as Mac pulled back from her and pouted at him. He just grinned and pushed her back before grasping the waistband of her tight shorts. With a grin of anticipation and a shiver of excitement, Bobbie lay back and lifted her butt, so Mac could pull her shorts down.
Mac pulled Bobbie's tight shorts down and was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her hairless labia forming a plump v with a deep slit down the middle. He stared at the pale flesh as it flushed pink and seemed to grow even plumper.
Bobbie quickly spread her knees wide, causing her labia to flatten out but not open up, and commanded, "Mac... lick me!"

Mac leant in close to Bobbie's plump pudenda and breathed in her slight, but intoxicating, scent. He ducked his head between her thighs and firmly licked from her hole to her clit in one smooth motion. "How wuz that?" he asked as he leant back and smirked.
Bobbie opened her eyes in shock and stared at him. "But... but..." she stammered before pouting and asking plaintively, "is that all?"

Mac grinned and then dived between her thighs once more. He lapped and sucked on each of her flushed pussy lips, licked along her slit and circled her hooded clit before probing at the entrance to her tight passage with his stiffened tongue. He felt Bobbie hold onto the back of his head and pull him against her heated sex as she moaned aloud.
Bobbie couldn't keep still with the flashing bolts of pleasure she was feeling from Mac's mouth and tongue. She moaned and pulled him to her, holding him, wanting him to make her feel good forever.

Mac pushed his tongue into Bobbie's tight hole shallowly, licking and stimulating her and tasting her divine essence. He sucked on her clit and strummed it with his tongue tip, bringing her closer and ever closer to an orgasm, but not letting her crest the wave.
Bobbie flexed her cunny up at Mac, feeling the heat of her pleasure rising and falling as he licked her. It was driving her insane with need.

Mac finally latched onto her clit and sucked it hard. He rolled it and flicked it with his tongue while gently nipping it with his lips.
Bobbie felt the heat in her belly expanding rapidly in a frightening but wonderful way. Growing larger and stronger until suddenly the bubble exploded with a fireworks display of pleasure, spreading to every corner of her body, making her scream with joy.
Mac was surprised by the strength of Bobbie's cum as he moved his lips to cover and lap at her pussy entrance. He gently sucked and nursed on it tasting her sweet orgasmic juices as she slowly came down from her heights of pleasure.

Bobbie puffed and panted for a few minutes and then sat up and grinned at Mac. "Wow! That was awesome!" she said breathlessly and then grinned again, "now it's your turn." She quickly unzipped Mac's jumpsuit and slipped it off his shoulders before he stood and pushed it down and all the way off.

Mac kicked off his jumpsuit as Bobbie moved to the end of the bed out of the way and he then sat in the space she had vacated. As soon as he had sat down, Bobbie leant over his lap and swallowed the head of his cock. She sank her mouth down on it as far as she could before slowly withdrawing, her lips tightened on his shaft as she went. Mac was again amazed at how good Bobbie's mouth felt on his cock. He groaned aloud with the feeling of her soft lips sliding up and down his shaft as her tongue danced over his sensitive glans.

Bobbie felt her cunny tingle again as she heard Mac groan as she sucked him. She tongued the spongy head and wondered if his explosion of good feelings was the same as hers when he licked her cunny. She heard Mac moan again and felt his cock throb and stopped still. She had felt Mac pausing when she was near to exploding and she wondered if she could do the same to him too. When she heard Mac whimper in frustration, she continued sucking and licking, trying to judge it carefully to prolong his fun and make his explosion as big as she could. Suddenly, she felt Mac's cock throb with her tongue as he groaned, before a hot jet of slime squirted into her mouth. She swallowed it and sucked as another quickly followed, swallowing jet after jet until she had finally cleared her mouth and pulled off of Mac's cock so she could lick it clean.

+ + + + +

Kevin floated up through the floor hatch and into the control room of the Jolly Roger. He propelled himself to his vacant chair and then strapped himself in.
"Kevin my boy," Captain Thorpe called out jovially, "now you get to earn your keep."
The main screen flickered to life to show the black starry void of space, centred on the screen was a fat cylindrical object that was lit by the distant sun.
"You no doubt recognise the Saratoga," Captain Thorpe smiled. "Her engines are down and in an hour she should be finished turning over." He smiled again and continued, "We will then be raiding her... Captain Black has something that I want."
Kevin looked at Captain Thorpe sharply and asked, "But their proximity and collision radar will have alerted them to our presence."
"Not so," Captain Thorpe grinned, "we've deployed our radar absorbing shielding, and we're fully stealthed."

Kevin nodded in understanding and asked, "So what do you need me for?"
"You, my dear boy," Captain Thorpe chuckled, "are going to tell me everything you know about what everyone will be doing." He then added as if an afterthought, "And, you will be leading me and my men in to find what we're looking for."
"Ok," Kevin nodded smiling, with a nasty glint in his eye, "it'll be good to get back at him, Mac and that girl."
"Indeed," Captain Thorpe grinned, "now, where will everyone be during the day?"
"Well..." Kevin smiled back at him, "Mac will be crawling through his beloved engines doing repairs for most of the day. Paul will be running checks on the computer systems, and Greg will be checking the course, unless they haven't replaced me in which case he will probably be checking the cargo is still secure."

Once it was certain that the Saratoga had completed her turnover manoeuvre, Captain Thorpe deftly manoeuvred the Jolly Roger so that it was following closely behind the Saratoga and then quickly closed the gap until they were firmly docked.
"Ok people," he called out to the group gathered at the docking hatch, "I want a clean sweep, check every compartment and storage space, every nook and cranny of this oversized whale of a ship, and if you find anyone you bring them to me." He then pointed to three tall and burly men, "You, you and you," he commanded, "go straight to the engine room and bring Mac up to me at the bridge."

The airlock opened with a chuff of air as the pressure equalised and the group of pirates silently swarmed through ready for mayhem. Captain Thorpe held Kevin back as the others passed them, and smiled, "Right, now we go and get the real prize."
"The real prize?" Kevin asked curiously.
Captain Thorpe ignored Kevin's question and propelled himself into the nearest elevator and waited for Kevin to join him.

Once the elevator had reached the living area, and the doors opened, Captain Thorpe smiled at Kevin and said, "Lead on my boy."
"Black will be in the bridge," Kevin advised him, "but Paul will probably be in the galley."
"Ok then," Captain Thorpe smiled, "we need to go to the galley first."
Kevin confidently led Captain Thorpe along the corridor to the entrance to the galley and stepped through the door as it slid to one side.
"What are you doing here?" Paul asked, surprised as Kevin walked in through the doorway.
"He's with me," Captain Thorpe smiled as he stepped into the galley behind Kevin.

+ + + + +

Mac and Bobbie were both up early and were already in the galley preparing their breakfast when Greg joined them with his list of things to do.
After eating they went to engineering and squirmed into their pressure suits before crawling into the narrow spaces within the vast engine.

Bobbie held the clean replacement injector nozzle ready as she knelt nearby, watching Mac carefully detach the existing one from the wall of the large toroid that held the stellar fury of fusing atoms within its magnetic grip.
"Ok," Mac warned, as he gave the final turn to the existing nozzle that released it. "Don't look in the hole Bobbie; jist pass me the new nozzle once Ah've put the old one doon."
"Ok," Bobbie replied as she watched Mac slide a darkened cover over his helmet visor before she then looked down at the floor.

Mac pulled the old injection nozzle out of its mounting hole with a grunt. Harsh white light flooded out from the hole in a narrow beam, striking the struts opposite with a sun-bright circle of light. Mac gently laid the still glowing nozzle onto the plate that they were knelt on and took the new one from Bobbie before carefully inserting it into the mounting hole and screwing it in. Mac lifted his dark cover off of his helmet visor and then wound the nozzle home. Once it was fully tightened down, Mac reconnected the water hose to the back of the nozzle and sat back on his heels.

"We hud best take thes back," Mac suggested, gesturing to the still glowing nozzle. "We can let it cool in the airlock while we continue workin'..." he stopped abruptly and exclaimed, "Whit the heel?" as he looked at a small red light blinking on the panel on the sleeve of his pressure suit.
"What is it?" Bobbie asked curiously.
"The main airlock has jist opened," he replied absently, "but there's been nae loss o' pressure..." he trailed off as he thought about what could be happening.
"Pirates!" Bobbie exclaimed excitedly.
"Ah doobt it Bobbie," Mac chuckled and replied. "It's probably jist a broken sensor." He carefully picked up the still glowing nozzle and set off crawling through the struts and pipes, heading back to the airlock to engineering.

Mac cycled himself through the cramped one-man airlock first. "Whit the heel!" he exclaimed as he opened the airlock door to see a tall burly man standing grinning at him with his arms crossed. "Who the heel are ye?" he asked incredulously. The man gestured at Mac and said something, but his voice was muffled beyond recognition by Mac's helmet.

"Bobbie," Mac said quickly and quietly as he stepped out from the airlock and fumbled trying to unlock the visor of his helmet. "Hide yersel' in the engine, dinnae let them find ye!" He then lifted his visor and continued, "Who the heel are ye an' whit are ye doin' here?"
Suddenly, both of his arms were grabbed on either side of him, held tightly and pulled away from his body. "You're coming with us," the large man growled sneeringly and swiftly plunged his clenched fist deep into Mac's stomach, causing him to double over with a painful whoosh of air. The other two thugs held onto Mac's arms and dragged him with them as they followed the first out of the engine room.

Bobbie was stood near the airlock door, waiting for Mac to finish cycling through, when she heard him exclaim, "Who the heel are ye?" She gasped in surprise when he then told her to hide and listened with cold fear gripping her belly as he asked again, "Who the heel are ye an' whit are ye doin' here?" She heard a faint response come through the suit radio and then jumped when she heard a sudden loud whooshing groan. She crouched to one side of the airlock for a long moment, waiting for Mac to say something more, waiting for him to laugh and tell her it was just a joke or something. With growing fear she peered through the small window in the airlock door, and seeing nothing, she cycled through.

Cautiously, she looked through the inner airlock door at the empty engineering beyond. She didn't know what to do; was Mac playing a game with her, knowing that she wanted to be a space ranger, or was it real. The longer Mac remained silent, the longer Bobbie worried and grew more frightened. Should she run after him and try to save Mac, but no, she knew this was no game of his by now, and she had no weapon to threaten anyone who could overwhelm Mac. Latching onto Mac's warning, Bobbie quickly cycled back into the engine and crawled away from the airlock as fast as she could.

+ + + + +

Pair after charged pair of darts spat out from the muzzle of Greg's tazer pistol, flashing bright arcs of man-made lightning where they struck the walls and leaving scorch marks and the smell of ozone in their wake. Greg knelt behind his console and covered the open doorway hoping that they would make another mistake.
"Oh come now, Captain Black," Captain Thorpe chuckled, "we both know you will run out of ammunition eventually, and when that happens I will get what I want. So why don't you save us both some time and co-operate, hmm?" Captain Thorpe then turned to Paul behind him and hissed, "You told me this would be easy! That we wouldn't need Black to get the data!"
"That's what I had hoped," Paul replied sharply, "but I couldn't find it anywhere on the main computer, so we need to know where he hid it!"
"And HE wasn't as much help as I'd hoped either," Captain Thorpe growled as he nudged Kevin's unconscious body with his foot.

After Captain Thorpe and Kevin had entered the galley, Paul had explained how he was unable to find the data and that they needed Captain Black to tell them where it was. The three of them had then cautiously approached the bridge, but unfortunately, Kevin had stumbled as they reached the door and got a pair of tazer darts in the side, shocking him unconscious.

"What do you hope to gain from this?" Greg shouted as he quickly changed the dart clip in his tazer pistol. "There is no way you can take the Saratoga's cargo without a ship of the same size, and the cargo alone isn't worth enough for you to take the trouble."
"Don't be naive Captain," Captain Thorpe chuckled, "we both know that you are carrying some scientific information... information that has a great deal of worth to my colleagues."
"Well, good luck Thorpe," Greg shouted, "imagine one small data stick of information hidden somewhere amongst ten thousand tonnes of cargo..."

"No... Captain," Captain Thorpe emphasised Greg's title, "I want you to imagine what I will do to your crew to make you talk... and then what I will do to the girl!"
"Shit!" Greg cursed under his breath, he could only hope that Mac had seen the warning and hid himself and Bobbie somewhere safe.

Captain Thorpe took hold of Paul's jacket, pulled him around and held him in the doorway, where Greg could see him, and then brandished his razor sharp knife. "So Captain," he asked casually, "should I cut off his right pinkie-finger... or his left?"

Greg almost fired when Paul was shoved into the doorway, but managed to stop himself just in time. With the dire threat from Thorpe and the petrified look on Paul's face, Greg took careful aim and fired a pair of darts at Thorpe's hand. Paul jerked and lurched back as the darts struck his shoulder and shocked him unconscious.

"Shit!" Captain Thorpe cursed as he yanked back his hand, tingling from the near-miss of the tazer discharge, and then smiled as he saw who was being brought towards him. "Ok Captain," he said jovially "which of Mac's fingers should I cut off first instead?"
"Don't bother bluffing," Greg called out of the doorway, "Mac has more sense than to be caught by your goons."

"Sorry Captain," Mac apologised abjectly, "Ah thought it wuz jist a broken sensor..."
Captain Thorpe gestured for his men to bring Mac closer as he toyed with his blade. "So..." he said loud enough to ensure Greg heard too, and smiled a nasty smile at Mac, "are you right handed Mac, or left?"
At Mac's puzzled look he continued, "Well, I wouldn't want to cripple you, I can't have a crippled engineer looking after my engines now can I?" and then laughed as if he had said the world's funniest joke.

Mac goggled at Thorpe laughing at his own joke, and was unsure how to respond. He heard a snort beside him and snapped his head around to see the thug grinning and trying to hold in his own laughter. There was a thud and Mac turned to see Thorpe kneeling on the deck, tears streaming from his eyes as he howled with laughter and held onto his sides. Mac felt a chuckle bubble up and force its way out as he watched Thorpe weeping with laughter.

+ + + + +

Bobbie crawled through the maze of struts and pipes, wondering what was happening to Mac and what she could do about it. As she crawled she found herself at one of the air-plants and remembered what Mac had said before. "The cleaner is highly volatile an' if we didnae close all the valves it would quickly disperse throughout the ship an' put everyone tae sleep."

With an excited grin, Bobbie scampered back to the nearest airlock and cycled into it. Warily she peered out through the window in the inner airlock door at the empty engineering area beyond. With mounting trepidation, she cycled through the lock, darting glances around her like a frightened rabbit, before she swiftly ran across the room to fetch the case with the cylinders in it. She grabbed up the case and ran full speed back to the airlock, her deep panting breaths sounding loud to her ears as she cycled through to the safety of the engine once more.

Bobbie quickly crawled through the engine back to the air-plant, dragging the case along with her. She took the black cylinder and crawled under the air-plant to screw it into the valve at the base, and then took the green cylinder and climbed to the top of the air-plant to screw it into the valve up there. She climbed back down the ladder and stood before the control screen and activated it. The screen lit up showing the representation of the working air-plant and Bobbie touched it as she had seen Mac do before, once at the bottom and then once at the top.

She had no idea what the cleaner stuff in the cylinder would do, or haw fast it would work. She swiftly made her way back to the airlock and cycled through into the engineering compartment and cautiously poked her head out of the airlock looking around for any pirates. Not seeing any, she skated across the compartment and hastily bounded up the ladder and through the airlock to the spine.

She floated out of the airlock and saw the bodies of two large men drifting slowly beside the cargo rail. Her heart beating rapidly with fear, Bobbie edged past the two large men and pulled herself along the rail heading for the front of the ship. Although she was terrified, Bobbie knew that she and Mac were the only ones who would not be harmed by the cleaner, as they were the only ones safe in their pressure suits. Not knowing where to look for them, she made her way to the living area in the hope that she would be able to contact Elle1 and call for help or something.

As the doors of the elevator opened, Bobbie's heart leapt into her mouth. Lying on the floor of the corridor was Mac's still form, on his back with his faceplate wide open. Bobbie dashed to his side, fearing for his life as she knelt beside him looking at his lax features. She felt a rush of relief wash through her when she saw his chest was moving with his slow breathing, as he was simply sleeping and not dead. Remembering what he had done to the air-plant, Bobbie opened his air valve wider and mostly closed his faceplate, trying to flush the gas from his suit.

After a tense moment of worry, Bobbie saw Mac's eyes flutter, she closed and locked his faceplate and reduced his air to normal. "Mac," she called to him, shaking his shoulders trying to wake him further. "Mac wake up... you gotta wake up, I don't know what to do..." she then laid her head on his chest and felt the fear and worry finally overwhelm her. "I don't know what to do," she sobbed piteously, tears streaming from her eyes.

"You dinnae want tae do that lass," Bobbie heard over the suit radio long moments later, as she also felt a hand gently patting her back. "Tears are hard tae wipe up in a pressure suit," Mac chuckled lightly, "help me up would ye."
Bobbie beamed brightly inside her helmet as she helped him to sit up on the floor, and then suddenly she hugged him tightly. "Oh Mac," she wailed, "I thought I'd killed you."
"Nae lass," he chuckled weakly, "but Ah do have a whopper o' a heedache." Bobbie giggled brittlely and then sniffed loudly. "An' ye cannae blow your nose too weel either," Mac smiled. "Tell me... Whit happened?"

"I heard you get taken away," Bobby babbled, still feeling somewhat scared, "an' I remembered what you said about that cleaning stuff we used in the air-plant. So I got it an' put it in the air-plant but didn't close the valves so it would get everywhere."
"Weel that explains it," Mac smiled at Bobbie through his helmet. He struggled to stand up, still a little wobbly from the effects of the gas, and said, "Come on lass; let's get these bas... um... pirates tied up eh?"

Together, Mac and Bobbie searched through the galley and everyone's rooms to collect as much cord and tape as they could find. They hastily returned to the corridor and began to tie up the wrists and ankles of each of the pirates.
Mac gave a startled grunt, when he turned over one body to see it was Kevin. "Ha!" he whispered to himself when he saw the tazer darts still stuck in his side, "serves the bastard right!"

Once all of the pirates there had been taped and bound, Bobby and Mac took the elevator up to the spine.
"Can ye get those two?" Mac asked Bobbie as he indicated the two bodies floating at the far end, "an' Ah'll see if there is anyone left in there," he then gestured to the large airlock behind them which stood open, showing the interior of the pirate vessel.
"Um... ok," Bobbie replied nervously, not really wanting to leave him. She felt a bit better now that Mac was all right, but she was still scared by what was happening.

She slowly pulled herself along the rail towards the floating bodies. After a moment she turned to look back at Mac and was dismayed to see he had already vanished. She anxiously approached the two bodies, constantly looking around her, unconsciously expecting to be attacked. She jumped and snagged the first one, and quickly taped up his hands before they reached the other side of the spine. Once there, Bobbie swiftly taped his ankles and turned to the second body. As she bound the second body to the rail she suddenly heard a grunt from the suit radio and turned to look forwards.

She felt relieved, as if the great weight of her fears and anxiety had been lifted, when she saw the pressure-suited figure of Mac pushing the bound bodies of more pirates out of the airlock before him. She saw him tap at the panel beside the main airlock doors as she quickly pulled herself along the rail. The large door hinged closed and then she saw him tap at the panel again.

"Right!" Mac stated as Bobbie coasted up to him. "Let's see whit we can do aboot wakin' people up, eh?"
Together, they pulled themselves back to the engineering compartment. Once there, Mac searched through his storage cabinets and retrieved a white pressure cylinder. "Thes neutraliser should do the trick," he smiled at Bobbie before they climbed through the airlock back into the engine itself.
"Why don't you use that stuff after cleaning the air-plant normally?" she asked curiously as they made their way back to the air-plant she had sabotaged.
"Thes neutraliser is expensive," Mac chuckled, "cleanin' jist the air-plant an' then ventin' tae space is much cheaper."

When they arrived at the air-plant, Mac had Bobbie clamber up to the top and retrieve the green pressure cylinder there, while he crawled under the air-plant and swapped his white cylinder for the black one. Mac crawled out from under the air-plant and tapped the screen once at the bottom, releasing the neutraliser into the air-plant, before he crawled under it again to retrieve the white cylinder.

As he and Bobbie stepped from the elevator Mac suggested, "Why dinnae we get oot o' these suits? The gas should have cleared by noo," and then unsealed his helmet and removed it.
Bobbie quickly unsealed her own helmet and lifted it back off of her head to rest between her shoulders before looking up at Mac and grinning.

As they walked past the neatly lined up bodies sleeping on the corridor floor, making their way towards Mac's cabin, Bobbie heard a soft muffled groan. She turned to look at the bound bodies, and was surprised to see that Kevin was moving feebly in his bonds.

Mac knelt beside Kevin and pulled him up by the front of his jumpsuit, to look him in the eyes. "Ah knew ye were nae good Kevin," he growled, "but pirates? Mah god man, whit were ye thinking?"
Kevin groaned feebly and mumbled, "Not pira... Spa... ...er."
"Whit?" Mac asked brusquely as he shook Kevin, trying to wake him further.

Kevin looked at Mac blearily, obviously trying to focus on him. "Not - pirate," he enunciated carefully, like a drunk trying hard to not slur his words, "I'm - a - Space - Ranger."
Mac dropped Kevin to thud back on the deck like he had been scalded. "You whit?!" he yelped, alarmed. "You cannae be serious..."

"Need - to - call..." he said carefully as he struggled feebly in his bonds still trying to shake off the effects of the gas.
"How do we know you're not lying?" Bobbie asked angrily as she stepped up beside Mac, sure that Kevin could not be a space ranger; he was nothing like Space Ranger Starr.

"Shoe..." Kevin said as he indicated his feet. "Hidden in the sole..."
Mac bent at Kevin's feet and looked at his trainers. After fiddling with them for a moment, he pulled off the bottom layer to reveal a cut-out with a badge nestled in it. Mack gingerly pulled the badge out and flipped it over to see the ID. "Lieutenant Kevin Wolf," Mac read aloud, "Space Ranger Special Services."

"Need to send a message," Kevin said more strongly, "to let them know you've ruined months of carefully planned work."
"Noo wait one minute..." Mac started to protest, but was interrupted by Kevin.
"No, you wait!" he barked, "I've been following Thorpe for months, trying to find a lead on who is behind him, who his backers are, but thanks to your interference it's all finished, and for nothing!"

Mac and Bobbie were both astounded by Kevin's revelation. "Sae ye'd have let them take whit they wanted," Mac asked incredulously, "an' then kill us all includin' the lass here?"
"They wouldn't have killed you," Kevin replied dismissively, "They planned to send the ship off to deep space, but I would have sent a message to have you picked up as soon as we were clear."
"An' that's better is it?" Mac shouted back, furious at Kevin's cavalier attitude to others in the pursuit of his goal. "You're better off tied up," he snarled angrily, "that way Ah willnae be tempted tae beat ye tae a pulp!"

At that moment, a groan sounded softly from one of the other sleeping bodies.
"You need to bind Paul too," Kevin said urgently, "he's in with them... was probably their inside man."
"Not possible," Mac denied Kevin's allegations, "he's been wi' us fur five years, not jist a few months like ye."
"So, he was bribed," Kevin retorted sharply, "I saw him and Thorpe discussing some data that they were after, before they both went looking for Greg." He looked at Mac's grim frown and added, "Tying him up can't hurt, and if I'm wrong you can untie him later."

"Nae," Mac said simply as he turned and headed for the galley. He returned moments later with a small medical kit and knelt beside Greg. He opened a vial of smelling salts and held them under Greg's nose until he awoke coughing and spluttering.
"Easy Captain," Mac advised as Greg tried to sit up suddenly.
"What happened?" Greg groaned as he held his aching head.
Mac gave Greg a pill saying, "Fur the heedache," before explaining. "Bobbie released catalyst cleaner intae the air-plant which knocked us all oot, but she wuz ok in her suit an' came tae revive me."

Greg looked at Bobbie where she stood beside Mac and smiled. "Thank you Bobbie," he said sincerely, "that was quick thinking." He then turned back to Mac and asked, "You neutralised the cleaner?"
"Aye Captain," Mac nodded, "an' quick enough sae there's nae damage done."
"Good..." Greg replied, but was interrupted by Kevin.
"Captain," Kevin said urgently from where he lay on the corridor floor, "you've got to tie up Paul; he's in with the pirates..."
"And why should I believe you?" Greg interrupted in his turn, as he slowly climbed to his feet with Mac's help.
"Because I heard him conspiring with Thorpe," Kevin replied, "he told Thorpe that he had not found the data and that they would need you to find it."
"I repeat," Greg replied, "why should I believe you?"
"Show him Mac," Kevin commanded.

Mac bristled at Kevin's tone, but reluctantly handed the badge and ID over to Greg. Greg looked at the badge, and then flipped it over to see the ID. "Space ranger special services," he murmured before adding aloud, "You won't mind me confirming this will you?" and then turned to enter the bridge followed by Mac and Bobbie.
"Is he really a space ranger?" Bobbie whispered incredulously, not wanting to believe that one of her heroes could act so callously, could have tried to hurt her like he had, just to get on a pirate ship.
"It looks like he is," Greg replied thoughtfully, "but I can find out for sure..."

Greg stepped over to the communication console and composed a brief request for confirmation of Kevin's status and for more information. He then encrypted the message using the key he had been given and sent a tight beam transmission to Earth. The minutes crawled by and even the speed of light seemed slow over the vast distance separating the Saratoga from Earth.

As the others waited for their answer, Bobbie wandered back to the doorway and looked at the bound bodies lying in the corridor. She looked at Kevin and shuddered as he stared back at her. She wondered how a Space Ranger could be willing to sacrifice the Saratoga and all of them aboard just to catch the pirates, how could he live with what he had done to them.

As Bobbie mused she saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately shifted her gaze to the source. She gasped when she saw Paul knelt over one of the pirates cutting his bonds, and shook her head, trying to deny that what she saw was true.
At Bobbie's gasp, Paul looked up at her and darted from Thorpe's body to clamp his hand over her mouth and hiss, "Quiet... make a noise, and I'll slit your throat!" and then brandished his knife threateningly. Over Paul's shoulder, Bobbie saw Kevin give her a brief "I told you so" type of look.

Without thinking, Bobbie reacted. She bit hard on the fleshy part of Paul's palm, tasting the rusty copper tang of blood as he yelled and jerked his hand free. Bobbie jumped back into the bridge and screamed, "Mac!" as Paul clutched at his hand and snarled at her before running left, along the corridor.

On hearing Bobbie's scream, Mac span around and saw Paul dart off along the corridor as Bobbie turned to him and stammered, "He... He threatened to kill me!"
Mac thundered out of the bridge and along the corridor after Paul, catching up to him as he ran into his cabin. Mac leapt at Paul, driving him to the deck, knocking the knife from his grasp and the breath from his body.
"I'll let you in on it Mac," Paul pleaded, as Mac hauled him up to dangle by his jumpsuit front. "The information is worth Billions! And you could have a share of that..."

Mac simply snarled as he threw Paul's body out of his cabin to slam against the far corridor wall. He stepped out into the corridor and picked up Paul's limp body and dragged him back to the other pirates before he swiftly bound his wrists and ankles with tape.

"It looks like Kevin is legit," Greg announced from the communication console as Mac knelt in front of Bobbie and used a handkerchief to tenderly wipe the small smear of blood from around her mouth.
Bobbie shivered as the reaction to her brush with death set in, and convulsively grabbed Mac in a tight hug. "He... He would have killed me!" she stammered with shock into Mac's broad shoulder.
"Shhh lass," Mac murmured softly to her as he gently stroked her hair and hugged her back, "ye're ok... he cannae hurt ye noo."

Greg left Mac comforting Bobbie in the bridge, and returned to Kevin to free his wrists and legs. "Ok you seem to check out," Greg said grudgingly as he passed back Kevin's badge and ID. "Now what do you want to do?"
"I need to send a message to the patrol cruiser we have waiting out here," Kevin replied sharply as they entered the bridge, "and get them to pick up these vermin."

As Kevin sat at the communication console and began typing out his message, Mac escorted Bobbie out of the bridge and right, along the corridor to her cabin. Mac knew he should get back to the engines and finish off the maintenance, but he couldn't leave Bobbie. She was still in shock from Paul's threat, so Mac sat on the edge of the bed with Bobbie on his lap and cuddled her comfortingly.

+ + + + +

It took almost an hour for the patrol cruiser to arrive and match velocity with the Saratoga. They docked to the main airlock once the Jolly Roger had been moved, and Rangers swarmed through and took charge of the pirates, dragging them back to the cruiser.
Greg, Mac and Bobbie were questioned individually by officers, and their statements of what had happened were recorded.

Three hours after the patrol cruiser arrived, the last of the Space Ranger officers had left the Saratoga. "Thank you for your co-operation Captain Black," the Captain of the patrol cruiser smiled sincerely as he gripped Greg's hand in a firm handshake. "Although it would have been better if we could have followed these back to their backers," he said resignedly, "at least we have one less group of parasites menacing the space lanes."

The Rangers put a skeleton crew on the Jolly Roger and both ships left the Saratoga to carry on with her interrupted journey. There was too little time for Mac to complete the remainder of the maintenance he had planned, and shortly after the Rangers had left, the Saratoga's main engines came to life once more and began the long process of slowing their headlong fall through the solar system.

+ + + + +

The slow days of the long trip back to Earth seemed to drag by interminably for Bobbie. Both Mac and Greg were even busier handling the work of four men than they had been on the trip out and Bobbie rarely saw them between breakfast and dinner.

Mac sat at his console screen, running through the routine jobs of his first shift. Both he and Greg were working twelve-hour shifts, double what they would normally do, and although most of the diagnostic routines they ran each shift came up clean they had to be there to run them and fix anything found to be faulty. Mac was starting yet another routine task when Bobbie wandered in.
"Can I help?" she asked, "I'm bored and I want to help with your shift."
Mac looked at her dressed in her jumpsuit uniform and smiled. "Of course ye can," he said as he stood up. "You can sit here an' watch thes diagnostic run, an' then tell me whit results it gives ye, while Ah work over here." He then sat at a nearby console and started another program running.
The time dragged by for Bobbie, as she ran routine after routine, telling Mac the results without understanding what it was that she was telling him.

"You got those results yit Bobbie?" Mac asked as he prepared to run another program. Hearing no response he turned to look at Bobbie and smiled at what he saw. She was sat with her head resting on her crossed arms on the desktop. Her closed eyes and soft breathing told him she had fallen asleep. There were only a few more hours to the end of the shift so Mac carefully picked her up and carried her to her cabin where he gently laid her down on the bed before returning to the bridge and his routines.

When the end of his long shift finally arrived, and Greg had relieved him, Mac headed into the galley to have a quick meal before bed. He stepped into the galley and was surprised to find Bobbie was serving up a plateful of food at the table. "You timed that weel!" Mac grinned at her.
Bobbie smiled sheepishly as she sat with her own plate and replied, "Well, I thought it was the least I could do since I fell asleep."
"That's ok lass," Mac smiled with understanding, "these twelve hour shifts are very tiring."

After they had eaten and cleaned up, Mac was about to head back to Paul's cabin to sleep when Bobbie stopped him.
"Mac," she drawled in that way that meant she wanted something, "Can you do me a favour?" then, without waiting, she took his hand in hers and led him to her cabin. Once through the door, Bobbie dragged Mac to the bed and sat him down on the edge.
Mac looked up at Bobbie's nervous face, as she stood before him, and asked, "Whit is it lass? Is there somethin' wrong?"

Bobbie smiled as she shook her head. Ever since seeing Kevin again, she had wondered about that night when he had hurt her. She wondered what it was he had been trying to do and why. She was determined to find out, and determined that Mac would tell her or better yet show her, but she was apprehensive in case it hurt but also excited about learning something naughty from Mac. She felt like her nervousness and her excitement were battling in her tummy.
"Mac," she started nervously, "I want you to tell me what Kevin tried to do to me!"
"Oh lass," he sighed and shook his head sadly, "You dinnae really want tae know that, not noo..."
"Oh yes I do Mac," she interrupted, grinning in anticipation. "What did he mean when he said I should be on my back 'getting fucked'?" she asked, her voice only quavering slightly as her curiosity and excitement were overcoming her nervousness. "What is 'fucked' anyway, and why did he hurt me? Why did he try to put his cock in my cunny?"

Mac could not believe how innocent she was; she was willing to suck their cocks but still had no idea of what sex really was. "Weel lass," he started, willing to tell her only to ease her fears and put her mind at rest. "Ah dinnae really know 'why' Kevin did whit he did, but Ah do know 'whit' he wuz tryin' tae do." He paused a moment to collect his thoughts and then continued with his eyes on Bobbie's open smiling face. "Fuckin' is another name fur sex or makin' love," he explained, "that is, when a man puts his cock in a woman's cunny an' pushes it in an' oot until he squirts."
"Oh I see..." she nodded slowly looking thoughtful, making the connection between the biology of reproduction that she knew and sex. "But why did he try it with me?" she asked curiously and protested, "I can't have a baby yet, I'm too young!"

"Ah dinnae think he wuz tryin' tae make a baby," Mac smiled, "sex is supposed tae feel good, an' a lot o' people do it jist because they like it, or because they love someone."
"So why did it hurt so much?" she asked, wincing at the remembered pain.
"Weel lass," he replied, "ye're young an' your cunny is still small, ye weren't ready an' ye're still a virgin."
"What do you mean?" she asked curiously and then smiled and suggested, "Why don't you just show me, it'll be much easier."
"Ah cannae..." Mac protested, but watched her as she quickly stripped off her jumpsuit and climbed onto the bed beside him. With a sigh mixed equally of resignation and expectation Mac turned to her and spread her legs wide apart. "At the bottom o' your cunny slit," he explained as he placed the tip of his forefinger just at the entrance to her vagina, "is a hole goin' intae your body, called your Vagina."
"Yeah," she smiled and shivered as she felt Mac touch her cunny, making it tingle. "And at the end of that is the Uterus or womb where the embryo gestates before it is born," she added quickly.

"Correct," Mac continued, smiling as he slowly began to move the tip of his finger in small circles at her vaginal entrance. "Jist inside the entrance is a membrane that almost closes it off, an' the first time ye have a cock, or somethin' similar, pushed in that membrane is torn apart."
"Ouch! That's gotta hurt!" she winced at the imagined pain, "and it's too small to fit a cock!"
Mac felt her relaxed vaginal entrance tighten and nibble at his fingertip when she winced, but continued his circling, trying to relax her again. "Aht can hurt," he agreed, "but only if the girl is not ready."
"Like when Kevin tried to do it with me," she added sombrely.
"Exactly," Mac smiled compassionately as he felt Bobbie's vaginal entrance begin to relax again where he continued to circle it with his fingertip.

"That's nice," she smiled at Mac as he continued to softly touch her, making her cunny feel good. "So it'll feel good when I'm ready?" she asked, smiling hopefully.
"Aye it should," Mac replied, and then realised what he had said and quickly added, "when ye're older."
"Oh," Bobbie grinned, "so when I'm 'older' what can I do to get ready, and how will I know when I am?"
"You can play wi' yersel'," Mac replied smiling, as he slowly circled his fingertip inside her moist vaginal entrance, "or ye can get your boyfriend tae play wi' ye an' make ye feel good..."
"Like when you lick me?" Bobbie interrupted, grinning mischievously as she felt the wonderful feelings building deep inside her cunny.
"Exactly," Mac smiled, "an' ye'll know when ye're ready... ye'll feel good, your vagina will be relaxed an' it will be leakin' juices."
"Juices?" Bobbie asked astonished, she had never leaked before, except when she went to the toilet. "Like pee?"
"Nae," Mac chuckled, "juices, not pee." He then pushed his fingertip in Bobbie's tight entrance a little further and pulled it out to show it to her, liberally covered with her natural lubricant.

Bobbie grabbed Mac's hand and pulled it nearer, taking a close look at his fingertip. It was covered with an oily liquid, which looked to her like baby oil, but thinner. "I made that?" she asked him incredulously.
"You did," Mac nodded smiling.
Bobbie reached between her legs and felt around her cunny. She felt along her slit to the bottom and the hole and could feel the heat and wetness as she poked her middle finger inside, making her gasp at the sudden tingles she felt. "Oh wow!" she sighed softly as she pushed her finger in and out a few times, "that feels good!"
Mac was amazed as he sat and watched Bobbie as she began to finger herself.
Bobbie pulled her finger out of herself and then looked at it closely. She rubbed it between finger and thumb and was amazed by how slippery it was. Remembering how Mac had licked her, and realising he had been licking and tasting this juice, she held her finger under her nose and sniffed. Finding it to have very little scent she tentatively licked at her finger.
Mac's eyes nearly bugged out and his cock sprang to immediate erection at the sexy sight of Bobbie licking her own juices from her fingers.

"Ok, I guess I'm ready," she announced brightly grinning at Mac, "will you fuck me now?"
Mac was stunned, by her question and her determination to learn it all. "But ye're still a virgin," he protested. To demonstrate he gently eased his fingertip back into her vagina and slowly pushed deeper until he met her hymen. "See," he said as he pushed against it slightly, causing Bobbie to wince, "that means that ye have never hud sex before, an' your first time is a special gift ye can only gie once. You should gie your first time tae someone ye love, someone ye would never regret givin' it tae."
Bobbie had felt a sharp tug inside her when Mac had poked at her virginity, and she really didn't want to tear it and hurt. "Can't you just do it a little way?" she asked smiling hesitantly, "I want to see what it would be like... Please..."
Mac looked at her pleading eyes and knew he was lost, he could deny her nothing she really wanted, and she really wanted him to try. Truth was, in his heart he really wanted to try too.

He climbed off the bed and quickly shucked off his jumpsuit before pulling Bobbie closer to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor and lowered his face between Bobbie's spread thighs before he lapped at her sex, causing her to gasp with surprise.
"Mac..." she whined, "you're supposed to be..."
"Ah know," he interrupted, looking up over her smooth mons and flat tummy, "but Ah'm makin' sure that ye will be relaxed an' wet enough fur us tae try." He then ducked back down and licked once again from the base of her slit to the top. He lapped over the moist entrance to Bobbie's vagina and probed it briefly with his tongue before licking up to her tiny clit. He wiggled the hard little nubbin with the tip of his tongue causing Bobbie to moan and hunch her hips up to meet him.
Bobbie pushed her hips up at the pleasure she was feeling from Mac's tongue and moaned when he stopped. She squeaked with surprise when she felt him suck her whole cunny and lick at her hole once more.
Mac opened wide and sucked on as much of her plump pussy as he could while probing at her entrance, tasting her sweet oily juices. He lipped and licked at her firm labia as he moved once more up to her throbbing clit. He latched his lips around the top of her pussy and sucked as he tongued her clit.
Bobbie could feel the glow in her belly growing as Mac sucked and licked her cunny. He kept bringing her closer and closer to the explosion she knew was coming, but would not let her go. "Mac," she whimpered, "please..."

Mac quickly stood and pulled Bobbie even closer to the edge of the bed, bringing her wet pussy close to his cock. He swiped the bulbous head of it along and through her slit, his own leaking precum smearing all over his glans. "You ready lass?" he asked as he poised the head of his cock against the base of her sex. At her nervous grin and silent nod, Mac pushed the spongy head against the tight ring of her vaginal entrance, forcing her plump bald lips out and around his invading flesh. The head of his dick suddenly squeezed in through the tight entrance and they both felt it bump against her hymen.
"Ouch!" Bobbie yelped at the sharp tug of the intrusion.
"Ah'm sorry lass," Mac apologised and pulled back, dragging his cock head back out of Bobbie's tight hole.
Bobbie shuddered as the Mac pulled out, it had felt odd but good, until it had hurt. "Do it again," she grinned, "just not so far this time!"

Mac pushed back in, slowly squeezing his glans between her slick lips once more before he then pulled back out. Using just the head of his cock, Mac slowly tip-fucked the entrance to Bobbie's hole as he used his thumb over her proud clit.
Bobbie mewled at the feelings she was experiencing. The sliding stretching feeling as Mac's cock head slid in and out of her cunny hole was sending waves of pleasure rippling out over her body, making her wriggle and squirm on the bed.

Mac was lost in the sensations of tip-fucking Bobbie's tight little hole, forcing his glans in and out of the hot wet embrace of her vaginal entrance. With a guttural moan, Mac felt the scalding sensation as his cum boiled up his shaft and jetted from the tip, squirting deep into Bobbie's immature body.
Bobbie felt the bubble of heat and pleasure in her belly expanding rapidly, growing larger and stronger as Mac's cock head squeezed in and out of her small cunny. Suddenly, she felt Mac jerk and then felt jets of his slime squirting into her and abruptly she exploded with pleasure, keening out her orgasm.

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As their arrival to Earth grew closer, so Bobbie's feelings grew increasingly mixed. She looked forward to returning home and seeing her daddy again, but didn't want to leave her new friends, especially Mac. So it was that on the morning of Bobbie's last day aboard the Saratoga, she awoke feeling sad that her adventure was soon to be over. After slowly getting up and showering she joined Mac and Captain Greg in the bridge and watched as they monitored the Saratoga's progress as she slid inside the Moon's orbit and approached Elle1.

Once both Mac and Greg were satisfied that the unloading was running to schedule, they both escorted Bobbie back into Elle1. All three of them looked saddened and held onto a subdued silence as they made their way deeper into the white corridors of the asteroid. As the falling of the elevator returned Bobbie's weight to her, she felt as if it was all wrapped about her heavy heart.

"You're quiet lass," Mac said softly as he placed his hand on her back. "Are ye ok?"
Bobbie was quiet for a moment trying to put into words how she felt. "No," she shook her head, as tears welled up in her eyes. "I feel like I should be happy to be home, and I am in a way, but I don't want to go..." she sniffed, her tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't want to leave you Mac... or you Captain Greg..." and she sniffed again.
"Oh lass..." Mac sighed as he turned her to him and hugged her gently, "Ah dinnae want ye tae go either, but we both know ye have tae go home tae your daddy."
"I know," Bobbie murmured against Mac's chest as she squeezed him tightly.
After a long moment, Mac took hold of her chin and turned her to look at him. "Ah'll be back in aboot four weeks time," he smiled softly, "an' Ah'll come an' see ye then."
Bobbie smiled up at Mac weakly, sniffled and then asked, "You promise?"
"Ah promise," he replied smiling but sincere.

Far too quickly for Bobbie, the long elevator ride ended. As the doors hissed aside, Bobbie heard an ecstatic cry of, "Bobbie!" from a familiar voice. She ran from the car shouting, "Daddy!" and launched herself into his arms for a joyous hug.
"As you can see Mr Taylor," the nasally voice Bobbie recognised as JJ, interrupted their reunion, "your daughter is home again safe and sound."

"Daddy!" Bobbie babbled enthusiastically. "It was great! We went shopping on Mars an' Mac bought me all sorts of stuff an' on the way home we were attacked by pirates an' I saved the ship by gassing all of them an' then the Space Rangers came an' took them all away..."
"You and your imagination," Mr Taylor chuckled lightly.
"But it's true!" Bobbie declared, as she pushed away from him and glared at him indignantly.
"It's true Mr Taylor," Mac nodded, confirming Bobbie's story, "every word."

Bobbie's father looked shocked and dismayed as he stared first at Mac, and then Bobbie before returning to Mac again.
"Daddy..." Bobbie grinned enthusiastically once again, "I don't want to be a space ranger anymore... I want to be an Engineer on a spaceship." She then grinned at Mac's surprised but pleased expression.

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Epilogue:

Bobbie was sat at her desk reading the final chapters of her engineering course book reinforcing the information she had learned by laser imprint and preparing for her examination the following morning. Her reading was disturbed by the mellow tones of the door-chime and she stood to answer it wondering who it could be. She was stunned into silence when the door slid aside to reveal who was there.

"Hello lass," Mac grinned at Bobbie's surprised expression.
"Mac!" she squealed with delight and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and hugged him tight.
"Ah guess ye missed me, eh lass?" Mac asked as he took the liberty of stepping into her home and out of the corridor, and away from the stares of others, before dropping the bags he was carrying.
"Oh Mac," Bobbie leant back, still perched around his waist, "you know I did!" and then, impulsively, she leant close and kissed him on the lips.

Mac was surprised by Bobbie's kiss, it was their first after all, but he returned it enthusiastically. The last four weeks had been a slow torture for him. Travelling to mars and back again without the vibrant bubbly personality of Bobbie by his side had seemed interminable. Even shopping in Ares had not been the same without her.
Bobbie was amazed by Mac's response to her kiss, she had kissed him softly but he had moaned and then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue between her own lips. Instinctively she sucked on it and licked at it with her own tongue, feeling a tingle ignite in her cunny as she did.
Mac groaned again as Bobbie sucked his tongue like it was his cock. As she did, he slid his hands from her back and down her thighs to the bottom of her dress, and then back up under the dress to cup her taut panty clad bottom. He grinned as he pulled back from their kiss and said, "All that time withoot panties, an' ye start wearin' them noo?"
Bobbie grinned as she felt his fingers exploring the crotch of her panties and her tingling cunny inside them. "Yeah, well, I don't have an excuse not to now," she replied and then dropped from his waist to stand in front of him. She grabbed his hands in hers and pulled him after her, leading him to her bedroom.

Her room was much as Mac had expected. It was a pastel blue shade decorated with posters of the comic character Space Ranger Starr. But there were also other posters that looked like recent additions. Internal diagrams of old rockets were interspersed with plans for fusion reactors. One corner had shelves stuffed with plush soft toys, while another had shelves of plastic models of various spacecraft, old and new. The single bed was tight in another corner and was covered in a grey duvet that was rucked back.
Bobbie rushed to her bed and pulled the duvet straight before she turned and sat on its edge, blushing slightly, and looked at Mac as he surveyed the room and nodded.
"Exactly as Ah thought your room would be like," he grinned at her.

Bobbie patted the bed beside her and, once Mac was sat there, she announced, "Mac, I want you to make love to me properly." Mac opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say a word Bobbie continued. "I know what you said before," she said, and then blushed a little, "and I want you to be my first time."
"Are ye sure lass?" Mac asked, and it was a mark of how much he had missed her that he didn't protest.
"Yes I am," she nodded smiling, "I missed you a lot Mac, I missed Captain Greg too but I missed you most... and I like you Mac... I like you a lot."
"An' Ah love ye lass," he replied smiling, "but your first time will still hurt a wee bit."
"I know," she replied tentatively smiling and blushing slightly, "but I want to do it... with you."

Mac nodded and stood, and then gently pulled Bobbie up to stand facing away from him. He gently unzipped the top of her dress and slid it down her bare shoulders, trailing kisses along them as he slowly exposed them. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and then turned her to face him. He leant down and kissed her, with rapidly building passion, their tongues duelling from one mouth to the other and back again. As they kissed, Mac reached between them and gently rubbed at her pussy through her cotton panties.
Bobbie moaned as they continued to kiss, delighting in the pleasure Mac was giving her, but she wanted more. She pulled back from their passionate kiss and simply grinned at Mac's curious look as she lay back on her bed and then quickly lifted her butt to pull down her panties and spread her legs wide.

Mac grinned down at Bobbie and rapidly stripped off his jumpsuit, freeing his burgeoning erection to bob about. He knelt between her spread knees and leant over her body to suck and lick on each of her puffy little nipples before he kissed his way down to her pussy. He lapped at it, licking from her virgin hole up the slit to her small but hard clit, and then vigorously flicked his tongue over and around it before he locked his lips over it and sucked hard.
Bobbie writhed under Mac's expert tongue, moaned and humped up at him causing her panties to sway where they hung from her right ankle resting over Mac's back.
Mac lapped at her pussy frantically, quickly driving her up towards her orgasm, intending to get her as wet and relaxed as possible before he fucked her. With a final suck and strum of her clit, Bobbie came. She pushed her crotch up at Mac as she squealed out her pleasure and then collapsed panting hard.

Mac spared no time; he quickly stood and poised the head of his rampant erection at the leaking entrance to Bobbie's soon-to-be-ex-virgin hole. "Are ye ready?" he asked finally, still prepared to stop and do nothing, but hoping that she still wanted it.
"Mmmm hmmm," Bobbie languorously moaned her assent with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

Mac eased the bulbous head of his dick between her plump slick labia, forcing them to bulge out around his invading member as he suddenly popped in through the tight entrance ring to press against her hymen. He saw a faint grimace of pain flash over Bobbie's face and began to rub over her clit once again with his thumb while keeping his cock still. When Bobbie was smiling and cooing again, Mac quickly pushed his hard shaft deeper into the tight velvet grip of her vagina.
Bobbie gasped with the pain of Mac's abrupt entry and instinctively hunched back, trying to get away from the source of her discomfort.

Mac held still inside Bobbie, unable to believe how good it felt to be buried deep in the tightest, hottest, softest gripping cavity he had ever known. He held still allowing Bobbie to adjust to his cock and to allow his own impending cum to cool and retreat. He continued to rub and play with her clit using his thumb until he felt her tight grip on his shaft loosen and he saw her face relax. He pulled back and smoothly pushed back in, getting a little deeper than before.
Bobbie was elated, Mac was finally actually fucking her. It had hurt a lot at first, but as he continued to play with her cunny the tingles returned, and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Mac eased out and in of Bobbie's still tight but wet sheath, building up an even rhythm as he fucked her.
"Oooh Mac," Bobbie groaned with growing pleasure, "fuck me!" and wrapped her legs around his thrusting waist, trying to pull him in deeper.

Mac thrust into his preteen lover, gently increasing the momentum of his thrusts until they could hear the wet, meaty slap... slap... slap... of their loins meeting repeatedly.
"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Bobbie began chanting in time to Mac's thrusts as her pleasure ramped up and up and up. The bubble within her getting bigger and bigger with each sliding pump of Mac's cock in her cunny.
Mac knew that Bobbie was close, and held off his own cum through sheer willpower, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to last for long.

With a shrill keening, Bobbie exploded and came hard, pulling Mac hard against her with her ankles and shuddering up against him.
Mac felt Bobbie climax, her tight cunt spasming on his shaft, driving him over the edge into a powerful climax of his own.

In the middle of the fireworks of her climax, Bobbie remembered that she'd had her first period only two weeks before and wondered if she could possibly get pregnant?

Author's Note:
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