Three Square Meals Page 5

  Alyssa sat on the bed drying her hair, while John finished drying his legs. She watched him with a soft smile on her face, as he finished drying himself, straightened, and placed the towel back in the heating locker. He turned to face her, his massive cock untended and forgotten, still throbbing with need.

  "Oh John, I'm so sorry!" Alyssa gasped. "You made me feel so good, I forgot all about you." She gave him a coy smile and added, “Let me make it up to you now...”

  John smiled back, and had just started walking towards the bed when a shrill alarm filled the cabin. The two of them both jumped at the grating sound, before John’s face twisted in alarm and he darted out of the door to run for the cockpit. He’d barely made it into the corridor when there was a loud crash and the freighter juddered violently, knocking him to the floor and tipping Alyssa out of bed with a thump.

  “Ow!” she gasped as she landed on her knees on the cold metal decking. “What the fuck?!”

  “We hit something!” John exclaimed, as he staggered to his feet, the ship still vibrating. “It knocked us out of hyper-warp!”

  He rushed into the cockpit and checked the sensors to see what had happened. Alyssa limped in after him a few seconds later, a frightened look on her face. “What did we hit?”

  “Debris, from some kind of wreck...” he muttered, glaring at the sensors. “It must have been recent, the Nav charts haven’t been updated with the hazard. It looks like a freighter got blown to bits!”

  “Was it some kind of accident?” Alyssa asked, her eyes wide at the thought of the Fool’s Gold spontaneously exploding mid-journey.

  John tapped a few buttons on his console and a holographic image appeared a few moments later, revealing what had once been a large ship of some kind, which had broken up into charred chunks. It was surrounded by a sea of metallic fragments of various sizes that were spread out in a wide arc around the derelict vessel.

  “That was an Atlas-class freighter,” John said, grimacing as he stared at the wreck. He pointed to several melted holes on the flanks of one of the larger sections of tattered hull. “They were shot at by Laser Cannons. Whoever was doing the shooting probably hit something nasty like the Power Core and the explosion scattered all this debris all over the place.”

  “Then we sailed right through all that shit...” Alyssa said in a hushed voice, looking at the field of metal fragments.

  John nodded, glancing back at her. “Yeah, exactly.”

  She saw the worry in his eyes and asked nervously. “How bad is it?”

  He threw another quick glance at his console, then shrugged helplessly. “The Fool’s Gold doesn’t have sophisticated damage control systems. All I know is the FTL drive is damaged. I’ll have to go out there and take a look...”

  “You’re going out into space?!” Alyssa blurted out, looking very afraid.

  When he saw how frightened she was, John felt a sharp pang of sympathy for the young woman. He turned away from the console and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t be scared, I won’t be gone long. I’ll just go for a quick spacewalk on the hull to check out the damage, okay?”

  Alyssa didn’t pull away, she just tilted her head up to look at him. “What if whoever did the shooting comes back?”

  “Like I said, I’ll be quick,” John replied, leaning down to give her a reassuring kiss.

  She reluctantly let him go and John strode back into their cabin to grab a form-fitting jumpsuit from his wardrobe and pull it on. As soon as he was dressed, he walked over to the wall and hit a button that was circled in red and white chevrons. The wall panel opened up, revealing a spacesuit hanging inside the unobtrusive closet.

  Alyssa watched him dress in silence, a thousand questions running through her mind. She realised that asking them wouldn’t help them out of this mess any faster, so she just nibbled anxiously on a nail, wondering what was going to happen if they were marooned. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she finally asked, desperate to make herself useful.

  “Go to the cockpit and just wait for me to call. You know how the comm system works?” he asked in a rush as he clipped a toolbelt around his waist.

  Alyssa bit her lip and shook her head.

  “Okay, come with me,” he said, grabbing the helmet for his spacesuit and striding out of the cabin.

  She followed after him in a rush, then stood by the co-pilot’s chair as John leaned over to point at the console.

  “You see that button?” he asked, pointing to a circular one near the top of a panel containing more than twenty. When Alyssa nodded, he continued, “When it flashes green, push it. That’ll be me calling you.”

  “Okay, got it,” she replied, taking the seat.

  John clipped the collar of his spacesuit into place, then pulled the helmet over his head, the seals locking in place with a hiss. He gave the girl a comforting pat on the shoulder, then strode away down the corridor and through the door into the Cargo Bay. Activating the inner airlock door, John stepped through into the decompression chamber inside the airlock. He’d been putting on a brave face for Alyssa, but they were in really big trouble. If the FTL drive had been destroyed, they were stuck out here in deep space, marooned and helpless until they could flag down a passing ship.

  This far out on the frontier, there wasn’t much in the way of traffic and it could be weeks before they spotted anyone. Even then, activating a distress signal was probably too risky. He was sure it had been pirates that had destroyed the freighter and it must have happened within the last week. The pirates might be the closest ship in this part of space and sending out a distress call would draw them in like a bear to honey.

  Even if the FTL drive had only been damaged, he wasn’t an engineer and only really knew the basics for ship maintenance and repair. The chance of him being able to repair any significant damage was slim to none. Still, telling Alyssa any of that wouldn’t have helped the situation and would have just scared her even more.

  Pressing the button to decompress the airlock, John waited until the light went green, then pressed the button to open the outer airlock door. After a three second wait, it spun open, giving him an unrestricted view of the stars. They were as beautiful as always, a glittering array of a million tiny lights, shining bright against the black void of space.

  Unfortunately he had no time for star gazing and he activated the magnetic grips on his boots and carefully headed outside. It took a bit of careful manoeuvring to walk out onto the hull but soon he was standing upright on the frame of the airlock door. He’d had a lot of experience with walking in mag-boots and he strode across the metallic surface of the ship, using the odd-looking gait necessary to quickly lock and unlock magnetic boots from the hull.

  The Fool’s Gold was only fifty metres long and the airlock was positioned half-way down the hull. That meant it only took him two minutes to reach the hyper-warp initiator on the spine of the freighter. There was a nasty trough cut through the ship’s armour, where the offending piece of debris had gouged its way into his ship. The sight of that deep trench did little to buoy up his confidence.

  Approaching the hyper-warp initiator itself, he saw that a chunk of the external armour plating was badly buckled and something had punched its way inside. With a sinking feeling in his chest, John removed a multi-tool from his belt and crouched down next to the warped maintenance panel. He began to twist the mag-bolts free, dreading whatever he was going to find...

  ***

  Alyssa waited anxiously in the cockpit, suddenly feeling very scared and very alone. This wasn’t like being back on Karron. True, the asteroid was a wretched dump, but it was a dump she knew like the back of her hand. Whenever she got in too much trouble, she’d always been able to bolt, losing any pursuers in the rabbit warren of abandoned tunnels.

  Stuck here in this ship she felt horribly exposed, knowing there was nowhere she could hide and no way she could run if trouble came looking for them. Sitting there naked didn’t help, so she rushed back into the cabin and returned a minu
te later wrapped in the bedsheet like a toga. When she returned to the cockpit, she saw the comm light was flashing and she lunged forward to press the button, feeling guilty for having left, however briefly she’d been gone.

  John’s laughter echoed eerily around the cockpit as she opened the comm channel and for a moment she worried that he’d gone space crazy. “What happened? Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice shaking with nerves.

  “We’re fine!” he replied, sounding tremendously relieved. “The debris just sheared through a power cable knocking out the FTL drive! The hyper-warp initiator is fine!”

  Feeling a bright surge of hope, Alyssa grinned as she said, “Will it take long to fix?”

  “I’ve already patched it up, I’m on my way back now,” John replied, chuckling again. “I just had to re-splice the power cable, it only took a minute to repair.”

  “I’ll see you soon!” she replied, feeling equally happy.

  She didn’t have to wait long and she soon heard his heavy boots clomping along the decking as John returned to the cockpit, his helmet tucked under one arm. He grinned at her and she ran over to greet him.

  “My hero!” Alyssa exclaimed, showering him in kisses.

  John laughed and gathered her in his arms, attempting to return the flurry of affection.

  Finally Alyssa pulled away and gave him a smouldering look. “I’ll be waiting for you in the cabin...” she purred, before sauntering out of the cockpit, giving him a mesmerising look over her shoulder.

  He watched her leave in awe, amazed at her raw sexuality, only snapping himself out of his lust-fuelled daze when the blonde disappeared from sight. Turning back to the pilot’s chair, he checked their flight path on the Nav-computer then activated the FTL drive. When they were safely back in hyper-warp again, he hurried into the cabin after his young companion.

  She was waiting on the bed for him, artfully posed with the sheet around her, revealing tantalising glimpses of her body. Her cerulean eyes watched his every move as he quickly stripped off his spacesuit and left it casually discarded in a pile on the floor. Making a come-hither motion with her finger, Alyssa beckoned him over to join her as she moved backwards on his big bed, making room for him to join her. Grinning like a man who knows he is on to a sure thing, John settled down comfortably, folded his arms behind his head and spread his legs to clear a space for his teenage companion.

  Alyssa slid smoothly over to kneel between his muscular thighs, before throwing him a mocking salute, and saying, "Ship's cum bucket reporting for duty, Sir!"

  John doubled over with laughter and Alyssa's musical laugh joined his own. She eventually pushed him back so he was leaning against the pillows again. Joking around was fun, but now it was time for serious business. She leaned forward, grasped his mighty shaft with her delicate hand, and tilted it towards her mouth. Her plush lips opened invitingly and enveloped his broad head.

  "Your mouth feels so good," John sighed in contentment, tangling his hands up in her hair and stroking her gently.

  His quad ached after the extended foreplay in the shower and then the rude interruption of the emergency repairs to his ship. However, Alyssa made no move to take him any deeper, her tongue swirling slowly over the powerful maleness filling her mouth. Focusing on the sensitive head of his cock, she alternated between licking and sucking, while maintaining eye contact so she could watch his reaction to her oral attentions.

  Gearing up for action, John's well-primed balls helpfully provided the young girl with a sweet-tasting surge of pre-cum. Alyssa's throat bobbed as she swallowed it down, and she savoured the sweet tingling aftertaste on her tongue. Her lovely blue eyes glazed over, and began to hide behind her eyelids which started to feel unbearably heavy.

  Suddenly she leant back, releasing his throbbing scarlet crown from her mouth, and shook her head furiously - as if to clear the fogginess from her mind. Her blonde locks made a soft swishing motion around her face, and she smiled at John before moving back to envelop him again in the warm, wet confines of her mouth. Her piercing blue eyes transfixed his own eyes hypnotically, watching for his reactions to her lips and tongue.

  "This is new!" John realised with a shocked start. He couldn't ever recall any other girl shrugging off the irresistible effect of his pre-cum like that before.

  Alyssa momentarily closed her eyes, breaking eye contact as she tilted forward and swallowed his entire length in one long, smooth motion. Her eyes suddenly flew wide open, and she tried to stare at the root of his cock, which was being softly massaged by her own pouty lips. This resulted in a hilarious cross-eyed expression, which would have caused John to laugh out loud, if she hadn't rocked back on her heels, causing his cock to swiftly abandon the comforting sheath of her throat.

  "What the fuck!" Alyssa gasped loudly, a look of puzzled amazement on her young face. She eyed his cock suspiciously as she added, "I've never been able to deep throat before! My gag reflex was too strong, but now I'm able to suck down this monster effortlessly!"

  John's appendage throbbed angrily in front of her, annoyed at the cessation of activity.

  "Erm... muscle memory maybe?" John stumbled for an explanation, having never really thought about this before. "You had no trouble the last few times, maybe your body remembered how?"

  Alyssa stroked her neck with her free hand, a thoughtful expression on her face. She leaned forward, her cherubic lips opening in a perfect oval, before she engulfed him to the balls in one long fluid move. She massaged his whole length wonderfully in her throat's snug embrace as her lips kissed his groin. John watched as her hand moved to touch her neck, feeling where his swollen girth had forced her throat to stretch wide to accommodate him. She slowly drew back, savouring every mouth-stretching millimetre of him.

  "That was awesome!" she grinned ecstatically. With a mischievous smirk, she added, "No wonder you were happy to have me aboard!"

  "Yeah, no complaints from me there," he agreed with a pained expression, his quad throbbing with need.

  "Does every girl you've been with end up 'sucking your cock like a pro'?" she asked, her lips forming an obviously fake pout as she quoted his comment from that morning back at him.

  "Can we discuss this later please?" John pleaded. "I'm finding it hard to concentrate at the moment!"

  Alyssa nodded agreeably. She reached out to gently stroke his painfully swollen balls, and purred to them, "I'm sorry boys, you were waiting to give me dinner and I rudely interrupted." Looking at John with a lust-filled expression on her face, she continued, "After all, that's what I'm here for isn't it? To keep you drained dry?"

  He could only nod in wide-eyed amazement.

  "You want to fill my tiny belly up again, don't you? Force me to swallow down a huge load of cum?" Alyssa enquired her blue eyes sparkling with her excitement.

  John could only nod again mutely, struck dumb by the new level of confidence in the excited teen kneeling before him. Alyssa moved forward to put her new-found skill to good use. Moments later he was sliding deep into the silky-smooth, snug embrace of her throat. Her tongue massaged him on the way down with its wet velvet caress, promising ecstasy at the end of his journey.

  "Oh Fuck!" John groaned helplessly as the teenager massaged his whole length in the muscular grip of her throat.

  She had been quite correct earlier. All girls who gave him blowjobs had been able to eventually deep throat him before he fed them his cum. However, this was wildly different! All the other girls had felt great, but there was a comfortingly familiar sameness to their blowjobs. Alyssa had shrugged off the dazing effects of his pre-cum and was now an active participant. The sensations he was receiving from the eagerly sucking girl felt wonderfully new, unpredictable and intense.

  Alyssa rocked back a bit and John found himself going from half sheathed to fully embedded over and over again. He was literally face-fucking her, whilst just lying there having to do nothing other than enjoy the exquisitely tight grip around his cock. His incredible fellatrix paused o
n the top of her backstroke to look him in the eyes again. Even though her pouting lips were stretched obscenely wide around his girth, she was still able to provide an incredibly insistent sucking action.

  Alyssa's eyes were lusty and inviting. He could sense her hunger, her eagerness to see him cum... How could he resist such a siren call?

  "Aahhh!" He bellowed, as his back arched and his orgasm blasted out of him.

  If the pretty teen wanted to drain his balls dry, they were happy to accept the invitation - and kicked into overdrive. Long, heavy spurts of cum shot out of his balls, up his shaft and down the sucking teen's throat. Alyssa could feel each blast pass her lips, as his urethra expanded with each rapid evacuation of his balls. His spunk felt warm and filling as it settled in her stomach, quickly giving her the feeling of having eaten a huge meal as she swallowed what seemed like an endless explosion of cum.