I was waking up. I felt comfortable- which didn't seem likely. I had gone solo camping and it had been cold and the ground hard. Also, I usually didn't sleep on my back, and yet, here I was, warm, comfortable, back to the ground- or was it? I didn't feel the sleeping bag, either, or hear much. I opened my eyes to look at myself and take in my surroundings.
Huh?
I was naked?
I looked around me- there were other naked people. I sat up and looked around more closely. Another of the people around me also sat up and started looking around. I suddenly realized, here in this dim room, that I was the only man there, and I was surrounded by women... well, girls. Here I was... ...young? Looking down at myself, I realized that I didn't look much older than the girls surrounding me. None of us had much in the way of hair- less than an inch on our scalps, it seemed. If the girls were the same as I, they wouldn't have any body hair to speak of, either. It was funny to have hair again.
It seemed that I wasn't the only sleeper awakening- all of the girls were stirring.
I couldn't help the sudden erection I got as they all looked around at each other and I suddenly become the center of attention. In order to distract myself (who am I kidding) I counted- there were 11 girls and only one of me. I was outnumbered. It was a good thing I had grown up with older sisters so I knew how to manage the seat...
The light in the room slowly brightened and I started to notice oddities- Beyond the fact that each of the girls I was surrounded by were of various races (and the gamut of colors this implied) each had a silvery dot on their forehead. The girl immediately to my left seemed to be staring at something on me, pointed at my own forehead and said "What's that?"
It's odd, but I heard her question, but I heard something else from this gorgeous black girl- so, I shrugged and said "I don't know. You've got one too, I think." I looked closely at her spot and saw that it was shrinking- so I surmised my own was.
As the spot shrank and faded from her forehead, I looked around the room at the others and saw the same spot shrinking on some of the others. By this time they were all looking at me. None looked particularly happy. I didn't think I looked particularly happy, either, despite my dicks refusal to take a nap...
One girl, a real amazon of a girl, started to look royally pissed at me and got up and threaded past the other girls between us and started to accuse me of bringing them all here.
I was anxious over how upset she was; I was taught to never fight with a girl and so I was more easily intimidated. My now younger (and smaller) body was no match for her; She could have ground me to powder, despite how nice a shape she carried. I managed to work up some courage because I was pretty upset with the situation. I shot back with "Hey, I've got no idea how we got here or even where we are! Think about how uncomfortable it is for me, will you? It's not like I've got a lot of control, you know! This whole thing is scary! You may have noticed that it's ME that's out-numbered!"
She suddenly stopped- and sat down near me. I could tell she was still unhappy, so I edged away from her; I was sure she wanted to hit me.
Once she sat down and the other girls all took the same kind of position ("indian style" it was called) I found myself seated in the same fashion. I seemed to "fall into" the position without any real thought and felt confused- an expression that wasn't in rare supply with the rest of the local population. I suspected we were almost puppets to someone (thing?) else which didn't help my anxiety.
Another voice started up- but it was none of the girls in the room with me. This voice still sounded somewhat feminine though.
"We have gathered you here to assist us in the defense of our home. We wish you to come to no harm. We have need of you in an undamaged condition."
The voice had little in the way of background, no echo, almost dead background. It was also fairly flat with little emotional overtones. Additionally, I realized that I didn't really hear it- encouraging more anxiety.
"We have replicated you here and have integrated you into the main system. As you learn so shall we."
Okay, I was more than a little weirded out, but I tended to shoot my mouth off anyway: "So, what happens to our families? Won't they miss us?"
As the voice started answering, I saw some nodding heads from a few of the girls around me; "No. You are all replicas. The originals were left behind."
One girl, black as night, asked "What are we here for?" Again, I could have sworn I heard something else and, watching her lips, the background "noise" I heard was in sync with her lips... which was more than can be said for the words I "heard".
The answer was not expected: "We use your nervous system to provide us better learning ability. As we adapt to your processes we gain creativity in responding to events. You provide the ability for us to circumvent prediction."
Interesting- but what was needed of us, I wondered.
Another girl jumped in (a tiny oriental, my heart was melting) with "If you need us to help your defenses, how do we avoid defending you against our own kind?"
The voice was silent for some seconds. This caused us to just stare at each other.
"We have not considered this need. We will have to consider a closer integration with your bodies and minds to allow you to sense more of us and those attempting to destroy our kind."
I couldn't help asking "What is your kind, if it's not ours?"
"We are machine. We do not function as a biological organism does. We cannot duplicate biological logic and creativity. This restriction can only be bypassed by using biological organisms in our matrix to allow the use of the advantages biological life has. Our makers, before they left us, gave us abilities to learn and grow but we cannot adapt to the changed situation as quickly. Records tell us to borrow intelligent species of biologicals if fast adaptation was required. One such species that we contacted to counter this threat could not adapt quickly enough. One of our probes found your world and was able to acquire replicable patterns for one million forty-eight thousand five hundred seventy six human beings. We have constructed one thousand twenty four groups like yourself."
"Are you learning quickly? That last went further than expected."
"Yes, We are learning across all of the breeding circles and learning from each humans physical and neurological reactions. We have found partners in you humans."
Suddenly the amazon, looked extremely pissed; Enough venom was aimed at me, then at the voice: "Breeding circles? You expect any of us to have children by THAT?" pointing at me.
It was bad enough that I'd been ridiculed before. I just kind of shrank down, then felt a bunch of hands touch me. I looked up and saw that 5 of the girls sitting closest to me had put their hands on my shoulders and arms, and did not look angry at me. I suddenly realized that many of these "girls" could easily be my own age- or even older!
"Yes. You will breed. Over time, males will be exchanged between groups to minimize problems with diversity. We recognize now that your kind of biological organism is of great advantage to us and we can both live in a symbiotic relationship. We will need many humans to fill our worlds and give us direction. Your ability to dissent from your own biological drives is confusing but appears to provide a point of strength in your favor."
The amazon was still seething. She glared at the girls around me who were showing me comfort.
"There is no fucking way I'm going to allow him to touch me, much less fuck me! I want to go home!"
"We are unable to return you to your place of origin without endangering it. If we are successful together then your home world will be safe. You will breed with this male. Each of you will have at least one child before your male is exchanged for another. Your patterns were chosen for reconstitution to maximize the genetic diversity of this group and are already copies of existing people. We can choose another to replace you. Do you wish to return to archival storage? Do you wish to be replaced?"
That statuesque blonde suddenly looked frightened- This sounded too much like death, even to me. Even if in storage, there was no assurance of eventual reconstitution.
"No, I'd rather stay alive. I'm still not happy, but I'll stay here."
"That will be helpful. Choosing another and performing the assembly is not a minor task. It appears that none of the breeding circles have someone willing to return to storage. Why is this?"
The amazon, now cowed, said "It sounds too much like death. I'm alive. I don't want to die." These words resonated in all of us as we looked around at each other. One black girl, just to my right, reached over and grabbed my dick and held on to it. She smiled at me and I could not help but smile back- all of the girls were breathtaking in their beauty to my eye. I had been old enough to now find all of these women (well, girls) exceptionally attractive.
"We understand many of your reactions now and are building up a useful mapping to our needs. We need to consider closer integration to allow you to recognize our adversaries. We have captured six hundred fifteen of their biological entities but have been unable to understand them. With our ability to monitor them and with humans in our loop we expect to learn. They do not appear to be as useful as humans are to us."
The girl to my right who had grabbed quite a bit of my attention (along with my penis) took my right hand and placed it on her vulva and mons, running my fingers into her slit. She was already exceptionally hot and wet; I've never felt a woman this excited. She suddenly pushed me back and straddled my waist; Next thing I knew, she was working herself onto me.
I couldn't believe this- I had been widowed for years and hadn't been able to start over, and had been impotent for some time, so the erection alone was a surprise. Her enthusiasm in mounting me was also something new- In my relations with my wife there had not been much enthusiasm on her part; I suspected that her first marriage had not helped matters.
So I helped her. I reached up and stroked her cheeks and chin, and, once she was fully settled, I pulled her down into a kiss. Her kiss proved to me that she was old enough to know how...
So, as she lifted herself up again, she started to ride me. There was no way I could avoid enjoying the ride- she knew what she was doing, inside and out. It was also obvious that she was getting at least as much out of our coupling as I was.
"What's your name? It's not right to not know your name? I'm Jack. I'm 51 years old..." and could not help moaning a bit.
Stopping for a moment, She smiled down at me "Call me Jill; I'm 53 years old, but, Oh, God, this feels good, and I really like being young again. I'm glad I jumped on you first. Ummmmmmmm...."
She was stroking up and down on me, which was bringing me to a crisis very quickly. Suddenly, with a sudden thrust upward, I started firing deep into her womb. She moaned and collapsed onto me and I felt her clasping me rhythmically inside. She kept moaning and spasming on me as I felt my own spasming; I'm sure I was moaning loudly too. I tried to kiss her but could only easily get at her forehead, which had to suffice.
As her spasms slowed - and mine - I wrapped her in my arms; I felt so comfortable with her cuddled up to me. With this beautiful woman in a girl's body, it felt good to be here with her. I could also feel my instincts kicking in...
(It didn't occur to me until later that she had only pushed up the time-table; It wasn't like she had much choice over who. Still, I was flattered. Her happiness with me was more flattering than expected.)
The amazon had backed away from the rest of us - and the rest of the girls had come closer to me.
The voice around us spoke again: "We understand comfort and discomfort. We now understand pleasure. We are learning more of how your bodies work and how you respond. We want to enhance your physical performance. We intend to increase your comfort and pleasure."
With this, the room brightened further and a door appeared in the middle of an indistinct wall. The amazon got up and ran for it; I looked up at Jill's face and our eyes met; I couldn't look away. I was sure that I was smiling as much as she was. Given my now younger body, I hadn't lost any of my erection. She moved around a little bit on me; We weren't all that motivated to separate.
"Jack, I'm not in a hurry to look around; One more time, OK?"
She started riding me again- and I pushed back into her. I made sure to nod my enthusiasm and we moved together again. I was in heaven again, being ridden by an ebony-skinned angel. I didn't even notice that all but two of the other girls had wandered off. One of the two made sure I knew she was with us; She got behind Jill and started running her hands over Jill's breasts (the light colored hands on the dark breasts was startling but exciting- for both of us) and I realized the other girl (who wasn't as dark as Jill) was sucking on my nipples. Jill and I were moaning constantly and, despite the extra lubrication from my first load, I was reaching crisis quickly and fired in unison with her own climax.
Jill once again lowered herself onto my chest and cuddled me; I (again) wrapped her in my arms. The two girls who had stayed were massaging Jill's back- who made a purr-like sound as she received this attention. My dick finally softened.
Given the afterglow to these two back-to-back climaxes, I just drifted, as did Jill. I finally asked to two girls who had lingered their names and ages. The Hispanic girl answered "Tamara" while the other lily- white redhead answered "Caitlin". As we unwound and Jill pulled off of me, I learned that Caitlin had been only 15; Her body matched her actual age. Her Irish accent was pleasant on my ear as I learned that she'd been thrown out of her family's house for getting pregnant; She hoped that her "original" was doing better. Tammy was 37 at the time she was collected; She'd been traveling alone, driving across Texas and broken down in the middle of nowhere.
It seemed likely that we all had common stories.
We finally got up and followed the others into the "other room"- and discovered what looked like an atrium-theme hotel with paths through plants and small areas with chairs and tables; It looked to be about 200 or more feet along each surrounding face and square. Light from above looked like sunlight, with elevators and at least 10 "stories" of walkways. I'd seen hotels like this before, but was still quite impressed with how it looked here.
All of us had the same reaction: "Wow".
We followed the main path and came to a pool area- a LARGE swimming pool, some open showers, hot tub/jacuzzi, even some exercise gear in one corner and toilet stalls along one wall. It all was quite unexpected. All 8 girls who had preceded us were all here; Four in the Jacuzzi, another two reclining on loungers which were under brighter lights, and two kissing in the pool.
I was not surprised, though, to see that one of those two was the blonde amazon that had been so upset at my presence earlier.
The four of us sat at the biggest of the tables in the pool area and watched the two in the pool. Very soon we had four dripping wet girls arrive from the whirlpool bath and the two "sun-bathers" came over. We started comparing notes. The two in the pool studiously ignored us.
Kim, from Korea, related that she had been 73 years old. Her family had left her alone for a day. She was not sure about how comfortable she could be with her new lease on life. She didn't mind it, but she had been without her husband for 5 years and still missed him.
Jasmine was from Iran- and was still stunned at how she was (not) dressed. She had been 37 and married but had been "circumsized" to ensure her loyalty to her husband. She discovered that she was complete again and actually looked forward to being with me. She had a nervous look as she said this; I suspect that she'd be having some serious problems coping with this new life, but the other girls around her were doing their best to comfort her.
Bobbi (short for Roberta) was another baby- only 17. She was more anxious as she related her story- gang raped and then abandoned at the side of the road. She indicated that she didn't feel outnumbered here, so that reduced her apprehension.
Neelam was from India and spoke a beautifully accented English. She had been walking between villages as her last memory before coming here. She had been 47.
Juenko, a tiny little Japanese girl, had been 97 years old and had also been home alone. She'd been the spinster aunt who had never found a husband. Her sexual experiences with a man had been all but nonexistent (raped as a child) so she had been more attracted to women. She agreed with Bobbi that the numbers weren't too intimidating.
Rae was Chinese, from some small village which even the translators we seemed to have built-in didn't render the name pronounceable to us mere mortals- though both Kim and Juenko seemed capable of not merely remembering the name but being able to pronounce it! She had been 62, widowed, with no living children. She indicated that she found this situation far more satisfactory and that she hoped that her original hadn't suffered.
By this time, the two in the pool had walked up. The small black woman that the Amazon had been swapping spit with was Jamaican (with another soothing accent!) and named Annie; She'd been 31 and had stormed out (again) visiting when her mother pressured her to find a husband.
Helen was the name the big Amazon went by. She was still quite daunting so I did my best to minimize any visual attention I gave her below her neck- Despite having an early teen-age body, she was still well-stacked. She had been 43, an Air Force fighter pilot and had been driving alone along an empty highway.
There was some further discussions as I described my own pre-acquisition history.
And my penis woke up during all this; I tried to ignore it (and hoped that others wouldn't be paying close attention) but Tammy suddenly got up, pushed my chair back, and was quick in getting herself impaled on my dick, facing the others instead of me, making the image of her penetration by me very difficult for them to ignore. Riding me, she told the others that she wanted to fuck me hard. She certainly wasn't exaggerating; She reached climax quickly, which then triggered my own. I was actually relieved that I went soft fairly quickly.
I was even more surprised that I was an adequate mate for two of these girls already- and I suspect that I was getting a lot of help from whatever was riding inside of all of us.
I gave Tammy a hug and cuddled her to me; She wasn't all that tall so she was easy to cuddle in my lap. I felt so comfortable and satiated with her leaning back against me; I didn't even try to hold her breasts.
Helen looked at how tenderly I cuddled and rocked Tammy in the afterglow and seemed to soften, which was a completely new look for her- well, at least when she was looking at me.
I looked up at all of the women around me and asked, "So, what are we supposed to DO? It's not in our nature to sit around and just play and screw ... we need some kind of more direct productive work."
The big voice answered this with "We do not understand this drive yet but we are learning. We recognize that your bodies want to engage in your reproductive activity and we are studying your internal mechanism of reproduction. We want you to reproduce- We have already discovered our ease at interfacing to your bodies. Your nervous system is quite flexible. We were fortunate that your language interface was most easily integrated so communication is complete regardless of your languages."
"Well, " spoke up Helen, "teach us some of the technology involved. I was an Air Force fighter pilot before I got medically grounded. Also, did you collect various media from the television networks? It would also help you if we can learn more about those threatening you."
"Agreed. Do not be startled, we will be feeding pictures directly to your eyes."
The room suddenly darkened and we saw several ships, firing some kind pulses of bright spots; Each firing ship was spherical. We then saw our perspective change and saw larger spherical vessels receiving fire but not responding. The larger vessels simply absorbed the strikes and moved away from the attackers and I saw something I could hardly believe- Some kind of tunnel forming in space and the large ships departing through them. These looked just like the "jump points" made recognizable by the "Babylon-5" string of series. One large vessel remained behind getting hammered and we suddenly focused on one of the attacking vessels and a schematic appeared in front of me. More missiles arrived on the machine's sphere and it suddenly started to come apart- at which time the view ended and the room faded back in.
Helen went "Wow!" I could only agree- as did the rest of the group.
"Well, I would assume you decided to have weapons the next time" was Helen's next reply.
The room faded again; I saw several ships on a flat gray background (and heard the word "hyperspace") before a group of funnels opened up and disgorged a group of the large spheres. I looked around and realized that my viewpoint was following where my body directed my head. I could get used to this kind of visual interface. This time I saw a huge number of ships in a cone-like formation and recognized it from my readings as a kid (I had a wasted childhood reading Science Fiction; But it wasn't so wasted since I recognized the formation's strengths and weaknesses from E.E. "Doc" Smith's Lensman series). Suddenly the picture froze and I saw the rest of the group floating in space with me; Tammy even climbed off my lap this time to look around.
Helen was staring at me. "You recognize this?"
I was sure I was blushing; I'm not all that comfortable as the center of attention. I could only reply "I read too much space opera as a child. The Lensman series had a bunch of escalating battles with some discussion of how to survive and defeat the various formations. This one has some serious advantages over a "conventional" wing formation as we saw forming here. You really want to counter this with a cylinder than can expand and contract around the cone formation, dispersing it's fire, perhaps with specialized attack and defense vessels."
A sphere suddenly appeared between us, and it spoke "I am now able to access your memories..." (I could sense a funny sensation of confusion that lasted several seconds before it stopped). "We now understand how we lost this battle despite our weapons and our other technological advantages. We also have done our best to avoid their acquisition of our hyperspace jump technology. Their own hyper-light technology is dependant upon congruent points in space; We refer to it as a Category I hyperdrive since both end-points are fairly fixed in space."
The picture ran fast forward, then another when the machines formed their own cone formation which also got annihilated. I could tell there were problems with the machines learning how to counter new tactics. Whoever their adversaries were, they didn't have to vary their game plan much. It looked to me like there was rigid control over the formation.
Suddenly the view focused on one of the ships near the tip of the cone which was fairly large yet not participating in laying down fire.
More battles materialized before our eyes with many of the same focus on a specific vessel. Other vessels of the same class (size and drive emissions) were being recognized.
Suddenly there was a view of 64 machine ships in hyperspace, but it wasn't running in fast forward; I guessed it was a "live feed".
"We have been following their progress and now we wish to exercise your abilities. Watch. We will follow your eyes. We will be listening to your language centers and use your abilities. Fortunately this is an autonomous fleet which has limited intelligence; We are impacted each time a true mind of our kind is lost. We will be providing, from here, rough input in how to proceed."
The ships formed a tight circle and a jump point opened up. As the ships departed hyperspace we could see a loose cone of ships suddenly tighten up, and the first pulse launches down the throat of the cone were on the way- which this tight circle of ships avoided by opening up the circle, becoming much larger than the facing cone. At this point they jumped forward and started firing their own pulses at the aggressive cone of ships, targeting the ships midway up the cone from the outside. This is where the weakness of the cone showed, despite how much faster their ships were in normal-space; The cone itself could not easily be "steered" to counter the ring formation the machine ships had taken.
We each had an ability to focus our eyes on various vessels and, at least for me, I could see various statistics on the drive signatures and energy throughput for it. I realized that many were the same kind of ship and mentioned this to Helen, adding "Where are those specialized command vessels we saw before..."
Helen suddenly pointed and, as my eyes followed, a ring of 12 ships were highlighted and I could see their statistics were quite different from the others. As we focused our attentions more details were discerned- these vessels had almost no offensive capability but were heavily defended by short-range weapons.
As the cone tried to find a way to counter the 64 ships that had just jumped in front of them and then avoided the axis of the cone, another jump point opened up and another circle of 64 ships formed BEHIND the cone, spreading out as they started firing. It only targeted the "special" vessels we recognized as coordinators. These command ships took quite a beating before their defensive fire was overcome; meanwhile, the cone was getting tattered because their command and control was being distracted by the incoming fire.
When the first command ship erupted, it was only the first before the whole ring of command ships were hammered into wreckage.
Helen was pumping her hand up and down, saying "Yes! Sack the Quarterback!"
I never really liked football. It figures that we'd have a woman who loved it in this group.
With the command ships history, the whole cone came apart in an attempt to flee. The remaining aggressors were being disabled by these ships and another jump point opened, letting out something that was seriously large. Sudden statistics popped in my head and a little bubble was seen near the center of the moon-sized ship. The bubble was focused in and we saw ourselves.
"We stayed in hyperspace to avoid being damaged; We cannot afford to lose humans as partners. We wish to closely examine the ships still carrying viable life forms; You need to physically see them for yourselves."
The view of the pool area was restored and we followed a human-shaped robot to another side of the atrium (from the pool, we made a right turn) and saw a windowed area we could look down into. There was little doubt that human mass-media had been scanned- our escort was almost a dead ringer for C-3PO from Star Wars. It's funny how the appearance of the machine suddenly made me aware (at least for a short time) of my nudity.
These aliens were insectoid, though not particularly ugly to our eyes. As we watched the existing alien population sit listlessly, we saw a door open and a large number were wheeled in on what looked like fork- lifts.
We saw many of the insects simply sit on the floor and not move.
"These are the threat that faces earth as surely as it threatens our own existence."
Some of the new arrivals looked up at us- we must've been a sight, all quite naked, in varying skin tones- and suddenly fixated on Helen (she being the tallest of our group) and I asked if we could understand the things they were saying to each other.
The voice above replied "No, they do not seem to communicate well even within their own group. We are studying their communication technology; Apparently these individuals have no innate ability to fight or even function for long. It takes a lot of intervention to keep them alive."
We watched as the newcomers became quite sedentary.
Helen looked around at us- "Centralized command, little tactical flexibility, no sign of initiative. They may be close to a hive mind."
Caitlin dropped a comment of "So only the leadership has initiative? I'd think that there'd be some kind of leader on each vessel. Do they all kill themselves?"
The machine answered with "There is no discernable variation in the kinds of individuals on each ship. If there is local leadership, it must be resident within the individuals you see before you."
"Have you placed instruments into them as you have with us?"
"Yes. They are much like ourselves; They apparently lack imagination. Humans are far more useful to us. We hope to be useful to you and your children as well."
By this time, I was getting uncomfortable about a simple question: "What is really needed is to capture one of the coordinating vessels and study what lives there. Are any of the coordinating ships intact enough to study?"
Suddenly my surroundings disappeared and I was in space, looking at a ship with holes in the skin. My viewpoint closed on it and I (we) entered through one of the holes, looking around.
I decided to verbalize my thinking, saying "I'm suspecting that this may already be a form of partnership, where one race has enslaved these soldiers and uses them as cannon fodder. If there's another race controlling them it'd make more sense."
We found out almost immediately that my suspicion had some truth to it- the living arrangements were different (I had a split-eye view of the "regular" living quarters versus what we were finding) and we finally tripped over a body in a pressurized cabin- which was apparently still alive. While this alien (more bird-like than anything else) was being "rescued", more robots moved in to swarm over this ship to find other survivors (and took a very close study of all computers and communications equipment).
My view faded back and we watched the pen below get re-organized and a new walled section formed. Our view through the panels was being quickly obscured as new panels went up.
"We are isolating you from the new arrivals for your safety. We do not know what will happen when we have these leaders arrive. Losing your input is not an option."
We started filing out of the now-useless viewing area and headed back towards the pool. Feeling the call of nature, I located the shower and waste-treatment area and performed the needed functions. I was not there long as others came in from the same call.
On stepping out, Roberta called over to me and let me know that lunch was on. I waited for the others in the toilet to finish and re-join and we headed out into the atrium area again and to another section on the "ground floor" set up with 4 round tables (with three seats at each) and a buffet line along the "back" of the small room.
There were utensils and linens, plates and quite a nice spread of food- from salads, breads, vegetables and even meats. There were soft-drink and juice dispensers along with coffee/tee makings. There were foods that I had never seen before; I suspected due to the broad range of cultures represented by all of us.
Helen was already seated at one table with Annie and Roberta with their own food and drinks. I grabbed a plate and started a salad (I'm pretty bland salad-wise) and put it on one of the tables, then went and made myself a cup of tea.
I'd just sat down when Caitlin and Jill sat at the table with their own plates. It was funny to sit down to a meal like this, quite naked, and start eating. At first I was somewhat self-conscious (and saw some pensive looks on my companions' faces) but this faded as we started talking over what we had seen.
I had finished my salad and went after something more substantial. I made myself a nice plate w/ fried chicken and a generous quantity of vegetables (I guess I retained the "fiber-centric" thinking my doctor had gotten me into); Getting a cold drink, I returned to the table. Caitlin's choices seemed even blander than my own, but then, she's Irish, with all of the culinary defects that implied. Jill's own plate was all recognizable to me as well. As we dug into the food Jill and I started comparing notes (we were both in the same age range) and I suddenly realized that Caitlin had to have felt left out, so we both dragged her into the conversation.
As the meal wound down, I sat back with a big mug of tea, as did Cait. Jill brought back her coffee as Rae dragged her chair over to this table and sat with us.
As we sat there, we suddenly heard a tone and the machine's voice spoke "We have completed all pick ups and have prepared to depart. We will jump back into hyperspace shortly."
I spoke up to the ceiling- "So, you said they have category one hyper-drive because both end-points are fixed. Fixed by what? And what other hyperdrive categories are there?"
"Category One hyperdrives are like wormholes in that they provide a point-to-point capability. These are fairly common between stars. Category Two hyperdrives are not as limited in entry points but you choose your emergence point at that time and cannot deviate. Our current use of hyperspace qualifies as Category Three; Our entrance point into hyperspace does not limit our exit point."
Well, those three categories seemed to cover every kind of supra-light mechanism covered in all of the science-fiction I'd read.
A tone sounded and there was just the slightest quiver of motion.
Rae took my hand and said "Follow me..." - Which I did. We returned to the room where we had all awakened, where she directed me to lay down on my back. She straddled my erection (which I hadn't noticed until now) and slid down me wetly and slowly; Given her small size this didn't seem unusual. She eventually reached bottom and I was gently stroking her face and breasts as she worked herself down. I pulled her down for a kiss (which stretched her upwards) and then she rode down again, and giggled like a little girl.
"Jack, this is good. This is better than having my husband in a hurry, and fearing a pregnancy. I feel good to be in control, thank you for letting me be on top..."
We weren't hurrying, this felt exceptionally comfortable, I wanted this sensation of closeness to last as long as possible, and her face was so lit up with happiness I could feel it's contagious effects.
"Rae, it's not a matter of letting; I've never been really aggressive in my life and I'd rather you feel good. I'm a man so there's little choice in it feeling good for me, but I want those around me to be happy."
Rae was smiling down at me as she rode me up and down and rotated her hips to get other motions. Seeing her smile like this was like a rush of endorphins; I was happy that she was getting pleasure from this coupling and my happiness undermined the urgency my balls were trying to sell the rest of me.
All of a sudden, Rae slammed herself down all the way and she started to spasm internally. She came violently inside but quietly, but I seemed to hear a chorus of voices screaming in the background. It was at this moment that I felt myself slam up against her and sprayed my seed into her womb- which seemed to have a life of it's own; I could almost swear that her cervix was nibbling at my glans as I fired away.
Once Rae's climax ended I wrapped her in my arms and rocked her as she moved her legs into a more comfortable position. I didn't deflate immediately, it took some time to soften, and I felt myself fading.
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