A mind implant from alien adductors   part 3

A mind implant from alien adductors part 3

Vivian's eyes hungrily gulped down the video of Jon's naked form. Her cock lurched in response to the visual feast. His young, lithe body seemed to glisten with the flecks of shower water hanging from his skin. Vivian found him delicious from head to toe. She rubbed her cock with a new urgency, watching the young man wash the soap from his beautiful frame. Oh, Jon, she said, using her opposite hand to tweak her inflamed nipples.

She began to murmur, I have to have him. I need him. The captain was nearing the edge again. Her hand ravaged her breasts. The heels of her feet dug into the bed. Her hand was a blur as it piston up and down her considerable length. The large-cocked woman felt like a fire was burning through her balls and she couldn't get enough. Her other hand moved from her fantastic tits to her overloaded testicles. She grabbed and squeezed the big eggs in their smooth casing.

Vivian watched, enthralled, as Jon started to wash off his bubbly little buttocks. He positioned his ass so that the shower spray hit it dead-on. Jon bent over a little further and spread his hairless cheeks with both hands. Camera 38 kicked on, replacing camera 37 with a better view. The captain could now catch glimpses of his tiny, pink asshole as he washed it.

Unable to hold out any longer, piping hot ejaculate rushed up the captain's long stem and shot like rocket fire from her tip. Blasts of thick, potent semen covered everything. It was an incredible mess, and all the while, Vivian couldn't tear her harshly-focused eyes from fleeting glimpses of the tender opening nestled between Jon's delectable butt cheeks.

The well-hung, never-sexually-sated beauty couldn't decide whether she'd rather rim and kiss that hole through the night or stuff it full of meat until the sun came up instead. One would leave him singing and the other crying, she giggled. Vivian finally allowed herself to blink once Jon started drying his body off.

The captain cleaned up while Jon finished toweling off. The young man then removed the space casual wear he'd arrived in from the instant wash machine. The two met exactly where the captain had specified. A shower had picked up Jon's mood. Vivian led him on a quick tour of her ship.

Their banter verged on flirting.

They ended up in the main kitchen sector, sitting at a disc-shaped table. The kitchen hummed with an array of thirty-third century devices. It was there that the inquisitive captain, eager to have Jon talk more, and watch the way his delicate lips moved as he did, learned how he'd ended up on that escape pod.
Jon had been with a group of guys going planet to planet around the Radnor Solar

System looking for work. The trouble started when he'd been assigned to watch the craft while his crewmates scoped out the employment opportunities below him on-planet. He got nervous when a vessel with a Universe Police red flag tag for pirating entered their ship's vicinity.

Every second that ticked away, ever-closer that pirate ship came to contact with their ship, his apprehension grew. In a split second decision, he sent an alert down to his crewmates and then took off in an escape pod, figuring he could turn back if and when the coast was clear.

The UP-flagged pirate ship made a move when they saw his pod escaping; they hit him with an energy virus blast designed to incapacitate his pod. Jon thought it must have missed when he managed to escape, but the blast had done a lot of damage. The energy virus burrowed deep into his pod's programming and caused it to malfunction.

He could neither perform an emergency navigation override nor send out a distress call. The virus had injured the system so badly that, as he joked to a deeply interested Vivian, the pod's onboard knowledge and pop culture database only went up to the twenty-second century.

The captain shuddered at the prospect of being cooped up in a small escape pod with only pre-23rd century history and entertainment to keep her company. It did give her an idea for a question to keep him talking and joking, though.

So, I know we consider the twentieth century significant for the beginnings of space exploration, and the twenty-second for the first off-Earth colonies, but what was the twenty-first century like?

Jon considered her question seriously, reflecting on everything he'd learned about that period in the pod, before a smile appeared on his face. It got a lot better once drone delivery pizza became a thing. That and the growth of online pornography both of them started to crack up. It felt good to laugh like this after each had been by themselves for so long.

Are you hungry? The captain asked once they'd both silenced.

Jon looked around the room at the various food-related objects and asked, in a semi-whisper, Vivian, how are you doing food reserve-wise?

Oh, the captain smirked, I'm still flying because of self-replicating fuel and this kitchen's stocked with self-grow food. These things aren't exactly standard issue. I consider myself a master mechanic - slash - tinkerer. Only thing I haven't been through from the ground up on this ship was the hyper drive. She said regretfully and then quickly popped a latch on the cabinet behind her leading to a refrigeration chamber.

Foodstuffs with the makeup of the ideal human diet, formulated with every known nutrient profile and the captain fumbled through another food storage drawer, we've got Twinkies. She threw one of the yellow snack cakes at him.

The young man tossed the cake treat from one hand to the other Pizza Twinkies and porn the last vestiges, of twenty-first century society.

Vivian giggled. Don't forget erotic literature. I would have gone mad without the thousand-year archive of Lit erotica on this ship.

Jon's cheeks reddened at the thought of this beautiful woman who had just kindly saved him, reading erotic literature. He found himself very attracted to her gorgeous, curvy where it counts, and great to be around. She was a vision.

The room got a tad quiet after Vivian's confession. I know, the captain's pretty face glowed with a new idea. There's no better icebreaker than alcohol. So we're in luck, she said. Spirits take the longest time to grow. Some brandy just distilled this morning. It's a special recipe known only to my people. Would you like a glass?

I'd love one, he grinned. That's something I've been wondering, though. If you don't mind me asking, who are your people?

Oh, the captain thought about it while pouring him a glass and her, a bigger one. No one special just another branch off the basically human tree, she answered somewhat defensively.

She handed him the lighter glass and then changed the subject back to the alcohol. Jon studied the amber-colored liquid in his glass. The warm, soft aromas it emitted along with the image of this beautiful woman sitting across from him made him forget all of his rotten luck. The hell and loneliness he'd experienced crammed in that sorry pod drifting through space melted away.

They clinked glasses and then took their first sips. That first taste of the powerful liquor almost knocked Jon out of his chair while Vivian nearly gulped down the entire glass before asking if he was all right.

Wow, that's strong! he sputtered.

I probably should have warned you. My people are voracious drinkers, she admitted. You probably shouldn't drink much more unless passing out for a few days is okay. The beautiful captain giggled, emptying her glass with another sip.

Jon then enjoyed the calming warmth which spread throughout his body. My god, your people should set up shop somewhere selling this stuff. I know a couple places would make this the planet's official drink. It's amazing. He took one more, small sip.

We're too busy enjoying life's many pleasures, she said with a greedy chuckle, thinking of one bracket of pleasures in particular.

To be continued