Chapter 10

Soon, we all were sleeping soundly.

We all slept the sleep of exhaustion as the hours slipped by. The Fong AI unit was maintaining its 'lightweight' mode atop my body, even as the holographic projection maintained my shrunken manhood in its perfectly simulated pussy. She was as light as a blanket, and even better feeling. I had long since given up distinguishing the real from the artificial; however, I did appreciate the nearly complete lack of weight.

It was no wonder so many traders spend their whole lives on their ships. Even when they retired, there were 'parks' set up. These individuals could moor their ship, and live in them in total comfort.

I had read something similar about ancient cultures back on Terra. Retirees would buy what were called 'RVs', and park them in small communities. They would stay in warmer climates in the winter, and returning to cooler climates in the summer. The only reason I remembered this, was the unique name given to this group of people. They called them 'snowbirds'. Since I'd had a fascination with birds while growing up, I'd always wanted to see a snowbird... well, at least until I realized they were people, not birds.

It had been over eight hours. I awoke with the typical iron rod I usually had in the morning. It was neatly snuggled inside the holographic Fong unit, ready to go. Fong sensed my waking from the increased pressure, and stretching her nether region. Her eyes met mine as she opened them.

Fong whispered with a smile on her face. "Now that's what I liked wake up to."

I just smiled back as I stared into her eyes. With barely perceptible movements, her hips started to rise and fall. This movement, however, was very perceptible where it counted.

A small gasped escaped from my lips. It was enough. Bonnie started to stir. I was looking at her, as her eyes opened. Her smile was incredible, and contained a hint of devious thought. Then her hand moved up to my chest where it began to rub gently across the nubbin she found there.

The Fong AI unit responded by lifting her body away from mine, and concentrating all the effort at the joining of our hips. Sue, sensing the movement, opened her eyes to take in the site.

She warmly smiled, but instead of her hand moving as Bonnie's had, she moved her head. I felt her warm breath exhaling across my chest, a moment before her tongue found its target and licked across it. Then I felt the suction, as her lips engulfed their chosen spot. Bonnie, not wanting to be outdone, brought her mouth up to the reciprocal target on the other side of my chest.

The effects of so much stimulation on my body sent spasms all over. Little ripples of motion were in every part of my body. They contracted and expanded, throbbing in turn to the timing. My hips started to match the rhythm. I was in heaven as the sensations began to wash through my body, again and again.

I felt more movement, and could barely chance the glance. It was enough to see that both the Annette and Jennifer units, had taken a position spooning behind their respective partners. Their arms wrapped around Sue and Bonnie, and their hands found the women's breasts. I felt motions change, as their bodies moved next to mine.

The AI units must have had their version of a strap-on. It was apparent that both of the real women were being humped in their current position.

The Fong AI unit arched her back. Amazingly, she was actually coming. As her pace quickened I became lost in the sensations of pleasure. Shortly, my moment approached. I felt my balls being drawn tightly inside my body.

I felt a release deep within me, as the orgasm raced to the end of my cock. Burst after burst of semen flooded the Fong unit! I came like I'd never come before! My whole body contracted in spasm, again and again.

However, neither one stopped their assault. My body was in full overload from all the sensations. It became too much for me, and I passed out.

I'm not sure how long I was out. When I awoke, Bonnie and Sue were snuggled against me. Bonnie had a firm grip on my manhood, and Sue's hand was cupping my balls. Both had their heads on my shoulders, as they lay beside me. They were whispering back and forth to each other.

"How much longer do you think before he wakes?" Sue asked.

"I'm not sure. I've never seen him come like that before. He slept right through my three orgasms, afterwards."

Sue giggled and said, "Only three? I had five."

"Yeah, but Fong helped you with the last three."

I slowly moved my head from side to side waking from unconsciousness. I was greeted with smiles from both beautiful women.

"It's about time you woke. The AI's reported that there are only thirty cycles before we exit Galactic Jump hyper-drive."

"Wow! How long was I out?" I asked.

Bonnie said, "A little more than sixty cycles. My poor baby came so hard, that he passed out."

She leaned towards my face and kissed the end of my nose. It was so soft, so gentle, and so lovingly delivered; that somehow, I just knew that I was about to say the right thing. And so, my lips uttered the words that have been enslaving men's souls for years.

"Bonnie? Will you marry me?"

The shocked look on her face caused me to worry. My mind started running a mile a minute, and for some reason tears started in our eyes. I thought maybe I might need to rephrase that.

So I said, "I mean, would you consider making our partnership a permanent arrangement?"

As tears formed in Bonnie's eyes, Sue nipped at my chest and spoke.

"You had it right the first time. Give her a chance to answer. It's an overwhelming experience, when a woman is presented with her 'dream come true'."

As I considered Sue's words, Bonnie attacked me. Her body flew onto mine, and blanketed it. She held on to me as if the world was about end. She squeezed me so hard, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever breathe again.

When I heard her excited shrieks of "Yes, yes, yes!", the fear that I might have blown it subsided quickly.

That one word, 'yes', was the most powerful word in Galactic Standard.

Annette's voice crackled from the ship's Com, interrupting the moment.

"Five minutes to the end of Galactic Jump."

I responded, "All hands to combat stations."

I kissed Bonnie passionately for a few moments. Then we broke apart, and proceeded to the bridge. It only took a few moments for me to get settled.

"Report," I said.

Jenny said, "Two cycles before exiting Jump. All physical systems onboard have been repaired. Heat build up is still at 68%. Estimate twenty-two cycles 'till dissipation to normal, and a return of the ship to full functionality."

I considered this information, and thought about how we should handle things. Whenever a ship came out of a Galactic Jump the energy signature was huge. That meant that every ship in the target system would have a fix our position, in mere moments. Considering that we had no control over exactly what system we would exit into, this could be a very bad thing.

I had only used Galactic Jump hyper-drive a few times. So far in my young life, each and every time, I had somehow managed to exit into the least savory system within the general area. Although there was hope that this would not be the case this time, experience told me to be prepared for the worst.

A micro-jump would only increase our heat build-up by an additional two percent. However, it would move us far enough away that we should be able to fully dissipate the ships heat before any other ships could come close enough to investigate. So I gave the order.

"Micro-jump, upon bearing orientation at exit, immediately we clear the hyper-drive backwash."

Annette responded, "Yes, Sir. Immediate jump is laid in, pending co-ordinates."

All eyes were on the screen, as the ship exited from the Galactic Jump hyper-drive. The swirl of colors was an awe-inspiring sight. But I was also left with my stomach churning from the excitement of the moment.

Jenny announced, "Clear of hyperspace. Preparing to micro-jump."

The alarm sounded its annoying 'clap, clap' sound, announcing that we were too close to a large mass, to initiate the hyper-drive.

I called out, "Identify the mass."

"Working," Annette replied. Then she said, "'Traitor' class vessel, Mark four, off our port beam, just out of weapons range."

"Shit," I said.

Annette spoke again, "Picking up additional craft. They are not heading our way."

"We get a system identification for where we are, yet?" I asked.

"Kalmarian free space. Planet looks to be called Fudman. System government type is anarchy."

'Crap, ' I thought to myself. 'Don't I just have all the luck.'

"Captain" the Fong unit addressed me.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Multiple ships vectoring towards our location. Ships are identified as pirates. I have no IFF indications of 'Friendly'."

"Drats!" was all that came out of my mouth.

I assumed manual control, and turned the ship towards the closest approaching craft. I cycled the missile guidance system, and tried to get a lock, on the first ship.

"There are nine of them in our current sector," Annette said.

The warbling sound of a lock on the first ship sounded in my ears. My finger tensed above the virtual firing button on the display screen, as I prepared to press it.