Three Square Meals Page 2

  The frightened stowaway looked down, momentarily breaking eye contact with John. "My name's Al."

  "Well 'Al', my name's John. It's lovely to meet you," John snarled sarcastically. "Now we've made introductions, you still haven't answered my question. Why shouldn't I just take you straight back to Karron?"

  "Maybe I could work for you as crew on the ship?" the grubby figure suggested hopefully.

  "Sorry boy, I work alone. Besides, what skills could you have that would be useful on a starship? No, I'm going to have to take you back," John said, as he turned and started to walk out of the storage room.

  "No! Wait!" his unwanted passenger pleaded.

  As John turned back to look at the urchin, the kid gave a big sigh and seemed to make some kind of decision. Al reached up and pulled the tatty cap off, revealing dirty blonde hair that, with a few quickly removed clips, tumbled down revealing shoulder-length tresses.

  "I'm not a boy, I'm a girl and I'm not a minor, I'm eighteen. Maybe there's something else I could do to earn my passage?" Al asked cautiously, but with a clearly suggestive undertone.

  Now, in John's defence, under normal circumstances he would have turned her down flat, but his perpetual horniness over the last few days had rapidly eroded his will power. At least his morning surprises were now explained; he must have been reacting subconsciously to her pheromones. Without relief, it was going to be a trying four-day trip back to Karron if he decided to take Al back.

  John cast an appraising eye over his passenger, but with the worn, bulky gear, and covered in all that dirt, it was impossible to tell what the newly-revealed girl looked like. Against his better judgement, John slung the shotgun over his shoulder and beckoned his stowaway out from the storage room.

  "Follow me, I want you to get cleaned up before I make my decision," John said, as he led the girl to the passenger cabin. "You can use the shower in there, and leave all the dirty gear in the corridor, including your ID. I want to make some checks."

  The girl warily handed him a dog-eared foldout ID, that revealed the mystery passenger's full name to be Alyssa Marant.

  Taking the ID, John pointed out the shower tucked into the corner of the passenger cabin, and said, "Thanks 'Alyssa', the shower is back there."

  John left Alyssa to clean herself up and walked to the cockpit to scan in the ID. It took a few minutes to make the connection to Galactic-SEC, and he drummed his fingers on the armrest while he waited impatiently. Finally the computer beeped, and the brief readout confirmed the name on the ID, that his new passenger was eighteen and that she was not wanted for any felonies. That information calmed most of his worries; he would be doing nothing illegal in letting Alyssa stay on his ship and any agreements between them would be strictly between consenting adults. He felt himself getting hard again, and his excitement levels rose. Maybe the trip back home didn't have to be so boring after all?

  John heard a small cough from the corridor behind him and saw Alyssa peeking around the door to the passenger cabin trying to get his attention.

  "I've had a shower and that's all my gear," Alyssa said cautiously, pointing to the heap of filthy clothing piled in the corridor. "What do you want me to wear instead?"

  John shuddered as he looked at the garments staining his pristine floors. Turning his attention back to his stowaway, he tilted his head to the same angle as hers, and said, "If you were suggesting what I think you were, then you'll be fine just as you are. Come on out so I can make my decision."

  John reached behind him and pushed a button on the console. This activated the internal security cameras and would record their verbal agreement. You can't be too cautious, he figured.

  Alyssa blushed, and taking another deep breath, stepped warily out of the cabin. Now that she was scrubbed clean, John could see that she actually had a very pretty face; piercing blue eyes, a cute nose, and full lips that immediately made him think of one thing. The girl was obviously from a mining colony, her ghostly white skin never having had sun exposure. Her hair fell to just beyond shoulder length, but it looked thin and lifeless, matching her unkempt sandy-blonde bush. She was roughly five-foot-two, about a 28A cup, and painfully skinny due to what he could only assume had been borderline starvation on the desolate mining world. He figured a steady diet would do her wonders and there was no time like the present to get started.

  "OK. I've made my decision. You can stay; I won't take you back to Karron," he told her.

  Alyssa jumped with joy, full of the exuberance of youth. "Oh, thank you John! Thanks so much!"

  John smiled at her unexpectedly cheery outburst. Had she forgotten their arrangement already?

  "Now that's decided, let's just lay out some ground rules about your duties on the ship," he said carefully.

  Alyssa's face fell but she tried to hide it. Bless her, she had forgotten.

  "I won't do anything to hurt you, and I won't force you into doing anything weird. I'll make sure you get regular meals, and you can have the passenger cabin as your own, but I expect you to keep everything just as clean as it is now. In exchange, I expect you to service me whenever I ask," he explained, looking into her eyes.

  Alyssa was thoughtful after John's little monologue, and after a moment spent considering his terms, she said, "That all sounds reasonable."

  "Good," he said with a smile. Glancing at her slim waist, he added, "Finally, are you on birth control?"

  Alyssa looked a little bit uncomfortable as she admitted, "No, I'm not."

  John shrugged, and said reassuringly, "OK, regular sex is out. I don't plan on knocking you up."

  "That's a relief," she said, a playful smile on her lips.

  "One last warning though," he said, his voice striking a cautionary note. "I have pretty hefty equipment, and once we've started this, I'll be needing your services several times a day."

  "Yeah, I've heard that one before..." Alyssa smirked. "You've got a deal."

  John smiled right back, and gestured behind her. "Let's get started. Why don’t we reconvene in the rec-room, my balls need emptying."

  That wiped the smirk from Alyssa's face, and with a resigned expression on her face, she turned around and walked back down the corridor. Following after her gave John another chance to check her out, but from behind this time. Alyssa had a wiry, toned body from living a hard life on the colony, evidenced by a handful of rough scars marring her skin. John's eyes travelled down her back, past the dimples above her hips to her pert little ass. It was lovely; round and compact, two perfect hemispheres that just needed filling out a little. Her legs looked lean but toned; runner’s legs, he mused.

  They walked into the rec-room and John strolled over to the sofa, while Alyssa gazed wide-eyed around the unfamiliar room. He took off his T-shirt and combat trousers, standing naked except for his briefs, that did nothing to hide the size of his bulging package. He turned to face Alyssa, and at six foot two he towered over her petite five foot two form.

  "Now, you can probably tell from these that I'm not completely human," John said, tilting his head and touching one of his ears.

  Alyssa’s bright blue eyes widened, staring at the elongated, pointy tips in fascination.

  "That's not the only difference,” he continued, nodding towards his groin. “I'm slightly different down there too."

  Alyssa had an almost comic look of trepidation on her face, watching spellbound as John inserted his fingers into the waistband of his briefs. He carefully lifted the cotton material over his equipment, then dropped his underwear to the floor, unveiling his cock in all its glory. Alyssa let out a gasp of shock.

  "You're fucking huge!" she exclaimed.

  Overcoming her initial surprise, she looked closer at this startling revelation. John had an enormous cock, with girth thicker than her delicate wrist. John could see the doubt forming in her mind.

  "Don't worry, it will fit," he said reassuringly. Sitting down on the sofa, he spread his legs and motioned her forward. "Kneel there please, Alyssa."
br />   Alyssa took a nervous couple of steps and then sank to her knees. Face-to-face with his enormous cock, she licked her lips nervously, her gaze travelling down its swollen length.

  "Holy Fuck!!! You've got four balls!" she gasped, gawping at the cluster of orbs below his burgeoning shaft.

  "I did say I'm slightly different. I call them my quad," John explained helpfully.

  Alyssa seemed to have overcome her initial surprise and was looking at his balls in fascination. They looked like regular Terran testicles, only there were two pairs, one set in front of the other. Oh, and each was the size of an orange!

  Alyssa had a number of questions, but John cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak.

  "No more questions Alyssa. It's time to get started," he said firmly. "Now take the head of my cock in your mouth."

  With a resigned look on her face, Alyssa tentatively brought her hand forward to hold the base of his enormous cock. Her small hand struggled to surround the impressive girth, and she gasped as she touched his velvety hardness for the first time.

  "It's so hot!" she exclaimed, as his cock throbbed in her hand.

  She cautiously tilted the turgid member down towards her face, as a gleaming drop of pre-cum began to form on the swollen red crown.

  "Open your mouth wide and take in the head," John commanded.

  Alyssa leaned forward hesitantly, opening her soft pouty lips, and brushing them over his swollen mushroom head. The big dollop of pre-cum touched her tongue, and spread over her taste buds.

  "It tastes sweet!" Alyssa exclaimed in surprise, as she pulled her head back momentarily.

  The pretty girl savoured the taste of his pre-cum in her mouth for a moment, licking her full lips to make sure she hadn't missed any, before moving forward to engulf more of the head this time. John gasped with pleasure, as Alyssa swirled her tongue over the eye of his cock. She had begun to apply gentle suction and was trying to get some more of his tasty pre-cum. John's swollen set of balls were happy to oblige, and provided the eagerly sucking young woman with another small spurt.

  John was in heaven feeling Alyssa's hot, wet, silky smooth tongue slide over the head of his cock. It had been so long since he had last been with a woman and he luxuriated in the sensations. John watched enthralled, and he saw the girl’s throat move as she swallowed the pre-cum he was feeding her. Alyssa leaned in further, opening her mouth wide to take more of him in. John could only groan with excitement, as her full soft lips stretched enough to finally engulf the whole head of his engorged member.

  Alyssa's eyes started to glaze over as she continued to swallow his precum. He had seen this happen before, as it seemed to be a side effect of his unusual parentage. The girl was pushing forward, then pulling back, gradually taking more of his massive cock into her mouth as she bobbed her head. Inch by inch, she was making steady progress down his dick.

  "That's a good girl, take me in nice and deep," he muttered, as he gripped the sofa tightly with his hands.

  Every fibre of his being urged him to grab her pretty face, and stuff his cock down her gullet, but he knew he had to be patient.

  "Mmm!" Alyssa hummed contentedly, as she continued to take him deeper.

  Abruptly her progress stopped as the engorged head met the entrance to her throat. The girl gagged for a moment before pausing, pulling back a couple of inches. His fellatrix seemed to visibly relax, and then push her head forward in one long smooth motion, her lips nibbling his shaft as she took him deeper and deeper. John felt a tight pressure around the head of his dick, before something seemed to give way, and with a loud swallow, Alyssa took him into her throat.

  John groaned in ecstasy as the teen's body gripped his cock like a warm, wet, tight-fitting glove. With her throat relaxed, it was easier for her to make progress, and with regular breaks to breathe, she was able to swallow more and more of his tool. In what seemed like no time at all, Alyssa was taking his whole length into her obscenely stuffed throat, her lips stretched taut around his girth. John’s long drought played havoc with his control and he had a white-knuckled grip on the armrests of the sofa. He looked down as her chin touched his balls, her nose gently brushing his stomach and couldn't hold back any more. An explosive orgasm started building from deep within him.

  "That's right baby, time to fill your belly," John muttered, before throwing his head back as his climax began. His cock seemed to swell even more and his balls churned as they prepared to unload.

  "Oh fuck, YES!" he exclaimed, as a massive surge of cum exploded up his shaft.

  The thick, heavy cum slid straight down Alyssa's throat, settling in her slim tummy. The girl groaned, and her legs began to tremble violently as she joined him in orgasm. Surge after surge of powerful spurts of spunk rapidly filled her stomach, her belly starting to expand to take the sheer volume of cum. Finally, she was forced to pull back so that just the head was in her mouth, giving the teen a chance to draw in a lungful of air. John continued to blast into the girl's mouth, and she gulped down his thick load, desperately making room for more.

  His multiple balls finally emptied, John collapsed back into the sofa. Alyssa let him slip from between her swollen lips as he stopped filling her mouth, using her delicate finger to catch the dribbles of cum that had escaped her lips, swallowing them too. John looked down at the young woman kneeling in front of him. Her mouth was still hanging open as she panted for breath and he could see that he'd painted the inside white. He could even see his cum dripping from her tonsils where he had hosed down the entrance to her throat.

  Alyssa leaned backwards and finally sat up straight. She hadn't lost the glazed look in her eyes, and her hands moved down to stroke her grossly distended belly. She was a thin girl anyway, but the several pints of thick sperm rich spunk he had just fed her, made her look several months pregnant. Numerous drops of cum had dripped from her mouth when she had been blowing him, and Alyssa moaned as her hands glided over her swollen stomach, rubbing his cum into her glistening skin.

  After taking a few moments to recover his wits, John rose to his feet and gently scooped Alyssa up in his arms. He carefully carried her back to the passenger cabin, laid her out on the bed, and gently tucked her under the pristine white covers. Alyssa fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, so he dimmed the lights and quietly left the room so as not to disturb his new guest.

  As he slowly backed into the corridor, John nearly tripped over the pile of soiled gear in the hallway. He quickly scooped up the offending items, and made his way to the airlock, where he blasted the tattered and filthy gear into space. With a shudder of relief, he watched through the airlock window as the sad scraps of clothing sailed off into the black.

  Returning to the rec-room he dressed quickly, before collecting cleaning gear to battle the mess in the hallway. He sighed happily as he got to work, enjoying the dull ache in his freshly relieved balls.

  Three Square Meals Ch. 02 – The long journey home

  John reclined in the comfortable embrace of the Pilot's chair in the cockpit of the Fool's Gold. He had purchased this chair specifically for its well-designed ergonomics. Knowing how many hours he spent here in the cockpit, he figured that paying top dollar for this marvel of form-fitting handiwork was worth every penny. Considering the fortune in doctor's bills some of his freighter pilot friends had shelled out to fix their bad backs, it had been a wise investment!

  He’d spent the morning cleaning and tidying an already pristine storage room, so slumping in the chair was a welcome chance to put his feet up. Checking the Sector Map, he saw that they were just approaching the Mu Lyrae system and were going to slingshot around it to help reduce their travel time. John looked out the cockpit window and watched the bright orange star loom large on their port bow. He knew there were nearly a dozen planets in that system, mostly gas giants, but there were also several nearly habitable planetoids. They were still a long way from civilisation though and the Federation hadn’t started Terraforming planets this far from the
Core Worlds.

  He glanced at the oval display for the long-range scanners, but there was nothing unusual showing. This far out in deep space it was rare to encounter other ships, but in John's experience, those encounters could turn nasty very quickly. Deep space was a lawless and dangerous place, light years away from the commonly travelled space lanes and the accompanying Federation patrols.

  John opened the Holonet, and switched to the newsfeed to keep up to date with Galactic events. According to the latest reports, tensions were high between the Terran Federation and the neighbouring Kintark Empire, with reports of numerous border incursions from both sides. Video feed was playing in the corner of the TFNN news report, and the anchorman, Bill Armstrong, had just ended a studious and boring interview with a Terran expert on Terran-Kintark Galactic relations. The anchor started an animated discussion with an exceptionally pretty reporter who caught John’s attention. Swiping his finger over the video, it expanded into a full holographic image that hovered over his console and he rewound the segment back to the start.