Cuculiformes 02 Pt. 02

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José sat in the mess hall, drinking what passed for space coffee. Not that it was bad, just that it wasn't all that natural, with a bitter aftertaste as a result of the base chemicals they made it from. Still, with a bit of sweetening and space milk, it was a basic staple of the space diet. Above the subdued conversations of others around the room came the unmistakable sound of someone slapping out a rhythm on their body, followed more clearly by some beatboxing.

He turned to watch Rolley walking into the room, slapping his bare stomach like it was a drum, strutting like a street dancer. He couldn't help but smile at the show Rolley put on, as he sometimes did when he came back from the morning gym pumped up on energy. He punched his order into the autochef and did a couple turns and moves, and then pulled up a chair to wait for his breakfast, sliding his towel off his bare shoulders and patting down his still sweating body.

José watched him intently while sipping from his cup. Someone was getting into Brooke, and odds were that it was the beatboxer sitting across the room, drumming out a pattern on the table edge. He mused about how that might have come about, and how long it had been going on. He lost himself in thought for a while trying to piece together any clues he had seen when Rolley got up, grabbed his breakfast from the autochef, and walked out to his quarters.

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It's amazing how big a space ship can be, and yet utterly cramped and tiny in other ways. José had to do a lot of walking to get around the vessel to visit all the work crews and check up on their tasks and see how the place was holding up on the journey home to Hub. If he didn't have to visit them, he could spend most of his day in just a couple closely placed rooms. Which is why the boffins had spread the various rooms all over the ship so the crew had to do a bit of walking between quarters, mess hall, work area, rec facilities, shower blocks and the communal task rooms where they all had to work part of their time, tending the recycling system and food processors and the air recyclers.

They all had a vested interest in staying alive, so they were all taught to monitor and maintain the ship's various needs for each other's benefit. And to do all that required a bit of walking around and mixing and integration with others, forcing them to be social and physically active.

José was walking down yet another corridor between work areas, this time on his way to Brooke's lab. He already had a hard on, thinking about what she might be wearing and if he'd get a view of her nice, thick ass, and pondering the idea of Rolley fucking her. Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? He wasn't sure. If it didn't get out of hand and make any bad blood, it couldn't hurt. And if it wasn't Rolley, then who? And why not have a try himself? He'd really like to get his hands on that ass.

As he walked into her lab, she was already standing there at a bench tapping notes into a keypad while a couple big monitors adjusted their contents based on her input. She had on a long, dark blue body shirt. Long enough to cover half way down her thighs and show off her bare legs, and tight enough to hug her chunky midsection and cling to her mounded breasts. The kind of outfit she used to wear all the time, but with baggy black pants and a basic sports bra that hid everything.

He stopped and drank in the view, the first time he'd had the chance to appreciate her revealed body this close. Her love handles seemed to have thinned a little from a roll of fat into a tubby belly, which bulged out the shirt and kept it tight. She wasn't wearing a bra, that much was obvious, her breasts were free ranging underneath, jiggling as she moved, and dimpled lightly by her nipples.

She looked up at him with a big smile, "Hey, Cap, ready to look at my work?"

He nodded to himself, he was ready to look at everything she had. She put the keypad down and reached across to a bench along the wall, scooping up a plate of food. Instantly he recognized the plate of pancakes, barely touched since last time he saw it being carried out of the mess hall in Rolley's hands. She was already greedily scooping up mouthfuls of it.

"Hungry?" he mused to her, watching her breasts shiver delightfully under the tight fabric.

"Starved," she stated between bites.

He watched her eating, the erotic way she sucked the fork clean of the build up of sauce, and the way she licked her lips over and over. She caught him watching.

"I love my chocolate sauce," she grinned.

"I bet you do," he thought to himself, letting her concentrate on what she was doing. In space they tracked everything you ordered and ate, and made sure you were active enough to consume the calories. She had put on weight since being on the planet, and was eating to match, food that Rolley left her. What were the reasons? How long had Rolley been giving her some chocolate sauce of his own, and was there a little Rolley growing there under that long shirt?

She put the empty plate down while he had gotten lost staring at her belly. "I really needed that, now where do we begin?" Her eyes shone straight at him, there was something about that face that was all aglow. A pregnancy glow? Not that he had any experience of that, but it was an expression though, right? A thing? He was sure it was, but in space, well, he'd never really had much to do with it.

"Wherever you like, start at the beginning." He moved across to the workbench and couldn't miss the smell of stale sex that surrounded her. He followed half of what she was saying, but some of it was too complex, and some of it was just not that interesting compared to watching her nipples stiffen and soften, or the way her pale fingers brushed her hair from her eyes as she talked.

As entranced as he was by both her physical presence and by the thoughts of Rolley getting his hands on her curvy body, he knew that what her research was turning up was very important. For now she'd have to have complete attention on her work, and plenty of spare time to write her reports and updates so they could be transmitted to Hub.

Maybe he'd have to get her to take a full medical scan when they got back too, just to be sure of what her weight gain was about. And he'd have to check how much time Rolley was getting to spend with her.

With her briefing complete, and no further excuse to stay and take in the view, José had to give in to the inevitable and leave her to her research.

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José sat in the dark, in a small workshop with rows of shelving along the hallway wall, and benches on the other walls. They were covered with circuit boards, racks of chips, resistors, capacitors, rolls of wire and everything needed for small scale system repairs and rebuilds. He was spinning silently on a chair, trying to occupy his mind. It was late in the space night, and normally he'd be winding down ready for sleep with a good movie after checking over the day's reports. But tonight his curiosity was too piqued to stay in his quarters, he had to find out who was climbing into Brooke's bed, so here he was in a room not that far away from hers.

In the distance he could hear the beatbox star coming from a long way off, which wasn't all that surprising, the guy wasn't the brightest star in the sector. With his music reverberating down the corridor, José could follow his progress all the way to Brooke's doorway before he fell silent.

Feeling secure that no one was going to notice him, he padded out of the workshop, down the corridor and peaked around the last corner near her door. The general area was on very low light, just enough to see by without burning energy, unless of course he was going to command it to turn on properly. A half light was shining out of Brooke's doorway, showing she was awake.

"Mmm, mmm," hummed Rolley, clear as a bell in the silence. "I love it when you're ready for doggy," followed by a very firm slap of hand on ass. Brooke let out a throaty moan as Rolley evidently claimed her body.

José couldn't help but smile. "Well, well, well, that about confirms it," he thought, and stood there, leaning against the corner listening to every sound as the two fucked for a very short period of time before Rolley proudly announced he was cumming. And then it was over, Rolley softly beatboxing his way back to his quarters. José walked back to his own with a lot to think about.

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The mess hall was busy and loud. For some reason the energy level in the room seemed to be high, with the crew mixing and mingling and joking around while they ate. Some time down on the planet seemed to have changed them a little, mused José, pleased that the atmosphere was so happy. He pushed himself off from leaning on the door way and walked in, noting who was on and off duty and who were clustering together.

Brooke sat with Mike, her elbow on his shoulder while she leaned on him, her other hand forking samples of food off his plate. She had a long, black shirt on, and as unflattering as it was, there was no mistaking her free ranging breasts underneath. Both were engaged in some kind of heated argument over something, but clearly being playfully argumentative rather than serious. And then smiling Brooke forked another mouthful off his plate in between words.

José couldn't help but notice she was beaming with light, like she was some old school painting of Jesus with a halo all around him. She ruffled his gray hair as they continued some joke, and then she eased off him and cupped her drink in her hands. Mike began eating again, occasionally offering her a bite off his fork, and playfully shaking her shoulder while making some point in their conversation.

Then Rolley and Misty and two others joined them, and the table erupted into laughter. While José sat and had a quick bite of some strawberry puree, he couldn't miss the eyes of Brooke and Rolley locked together, or Brooke's sampling of all the plates on the table. When he got back to his desk he'd have to do some research on pregnancy, maybe she did have another hungry mouth to feed under that black shirt.

For now though, the thing about being captain is that something is always going on needing attention. His communicator buzzed, so he had to leave his observations until the next time he wasn't called away on duty.

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For once in his life, he thought he'd try something sweet. So late in his shift, José stopped at the mess hall and had the autochef make him some choc mint biscuits. He'd not had them in so long, he almost forgot what the taste was like. Not that they had real chocolate or mint, but the synthetics weren't bad at the chocolate bit, though the mint was nothing like the real stuff. Still, it seemed to hover on the edge of his mind like a silent craving he couldn't satisfy.

He was sitting in a swivel chair in the workshop near Brooke's room, spinning slightly while nibbling on his biscuits and sipping his coffee, wondering about life. With all the modern trappings and interstellar travel and being the captain, he was still just a guy sitting in a chair, with the sole focus of waiting to hear a woman get fucked. He grinned to himself at the irony of it and nibbled on his mint, keeping an ear out for the beatbox king.

He tried to imagine just how the two of them would have gotten together: before they were on the planet; during; after? He'd never really noticed anything until they were all in closer proximity on the planet, before that they wouldn't have really had any opportunity or need to meet, and certainly nothing stood out for him. And there was the weight she was carrying. He'd done his research and figured if there was a little Rolley growing in her, she'd be about three months along, which would put them fucking well before they were planetside. Which didn't seem to make sense. Puzzled, he sipped and waited.

Tonight Rolley was very quiet, simply walking quickly through the corridors to get to Brooke. José had almost missed his arrival until he heard Rolley start up his banter.

"Let me get a look at your fine, white pussy. Rolley, lights, up."

José imagined the view Rolley was taking in and wished he had the same one, instead having to settle for listening to Brooke direct his cock wherever she wanted it. The noise from the room degenerated into Rolley chanting her name over and over while their two bodies slapped together. After a long session of intense pounding, she started a panting moan that showed Rolley had finally gotten her over the edge.

He could hear the restraint and intense pleasure in the way she choked her squeals back, which triggered Rolley's end. Together they heaved their way through their orgasms, Rolley proudly proclaiming to the empty air she was full of his black cum. He could only hear her heavy breathing in response, and then the fall of a body onto the mattress.

"See you tomorrow night," she said flatly, followed by a rustle on the bed and Rolley walking off down the corridor with a hum and drum rhythm.

José mused at how unerotic it felt to hear the two of them, like they were in a business transaction of some kind, neither knowing exactly what they were buying or what was on sale. And yet he was still hard as a rock imagining Brooke's body and wishing he had a chance himself. He thought about that all the way back to his quarters.

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Brooke was concentrating on her research, pushing samples around and making notes. For some reason her work had become easier since she'd come back into space from the planet. She could focus better, notice things more quickly, and was generally a bit sharper and more efficient at doing things. There was so much she was uncovering about the aquatic life on the planet and the micro bugs that she was literally excited to be working in the lab.

And getting a buzz out of her work successes and hustling through it so quickly left her with a bit of spare time and energy she could fill with other pursuits. One of which she could hear beatboxing his way down the outside corridor. Two things crossed her mind instantly: he was bringing her food and she was starving; and she'd be fucking him tonight and she was starving for that too.

She looked over her shoulder as he walked in, running her eyes up and down his body. He wore a pair of plain boxers with a workout towel across his shoulders, the rest of his dark body on display and lightly glistening with sweat. Her eyes fell back to the boxers, tented out by his hard on that she knew was for her. He caught her looking and flexed it just for her pleasure, both of them breaking into a knowing smile.

There was something about his presence that sent electricity racing through her body, and took away any thought other than feeling him inside her. Her eyes sparkled and danced as she returned to her study while he walked further in.

"I've got something for you," he snickered, the way he always did when he brought her breakfast. She knew what he had, and she was glad for both. Speaking of which, she was starving. She pushed her notepad aside and stood up, moving across to where he was setting her plate down. It was in her hands instantly, the same way his hands were wrapped around her body from behind and she was smothered in his grip. She could feel his hard on flexing against the small of her back, tapping to get in.

"Fuck, you're hot" he whispered, making her blush and smile. She took her first forkful of breakfast and looked back at him. He was less crude than usual, making it harder to resist his hands as they dipped down to the hem of her long shirt. They slid under, the left pulling it up while the right went straight to her pussy, fingers sliding along her wet entry. Why did she make it so easy for him? Wearing nothing but the long shirt gave him free reign to explore everywhere. Silently cursing yet another day she should have worn pants, she surrendered to her fate and moved her feet apart, making it easy for his fingers to squirm in.

Two curled up inside her, instantly seeking her sweetest spot, something he'd mastered after many days of trying to find it in this exact situation, until she finally had to direct him every step of the way. Now he had it, he used it mercilessly, not giving her any respite, like a dog with a bone, or a black man wanting to give her a bone she mused. He was overpowering in his single minded focus to fuck her any chance he had, which flattered and excited her, and which she found almost impossible to resist.

"Rolley, please," she started to say, before he thumbed her clit and cut her short.

"Fuck me," he whispered in her ear, "Please, fuck me," he finished for her. "Anything for you, babe."

But that's not what she had in mind. She giggled nervously. "No, wait, we can't can't," she implored. "Tonight, come and see me tonight." Her eyes looked pleadingly into his hungry eyes, he was the hunter and he was doing his best to devour her.

He rubbed his hard on against her back, and then grooved his body hard against her in slowly twisting motions that kept their hips swaying together while his cock found its way to nestle between her bare ass cheeks. The only thing that protected her now was the thin layer of his silk boxers, and if somehow he had a third hand to pull it out of the way, she'd be done for, for she knew she couldn't resist the bare touch of his heat when it got anywhere near to her skin.

"I have to finish breakfast, and there's so much to do." She was trying to be pleading, but her voice also held clues that she could still be swayed. He humped against her, nuzzling into her ear. She let him lead, his fingers working their magic while she pushed back against him, chasing after his contact. She held her breakfast uselessly in her hands, her eyes closed while she focused on the thing between her cheeks. He was whispering crude things in her ear about black cocks and willing white pussies and she was enjoying all of it. But when he started talking about her husband, he shattered his spell, bringing her back to reality with a thump.

They were in her work lab, and this was not the place for it. With one hand balancing her plate, the other shot to his hand inside her body, stopping him completely. "No, stop, we can't do this here. Come and see me tonight." Her tone was direct with no hint of any opposition being accepted.

"Oh, baby," he whined in her ear, the same way he whined every time she said no, which was now grating on her nerves even more than usual.

"Come and see me tonight," and with that she withdrew her hand to steady her plate so she could take another bite.

"Sure, baby, you know I can't say no to you," and with that he eased up. He looked over her shoulder, down over her rounded belly as he pulled his two dark fingers out, smeared in her white cream. "Baby's hot for a good blacking," he said, kissing her cheek. They were both staring at his fingers as his thumb rubbed her wetness over them. Her sexual smell rose to add to the smell of breakfast, the balance of vanilla and cream filling her with a pulse quickening desire to let him have his way. She held her breath, drowning in her sexual desire internally. She had to resist, or he'd be inside her within a second of him sensing her change.

"Come and see me tonight," she repeated without any emotion. He straightened up behind her, accepting his dismissal. Both his hands wrapped onto her belly, caressing her tenderly, her wetness smearing across her skin.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," he said, nibbling on her ear.

She looked down to watch his dark fingers spread across her body and snuggle her tight back against him. There was something about his dark hands circling her rounded belly that was deeply entrancing

"I'm getting a little fat," she observed.

"White and thick, every black man's dream." He kissed her blushing cheek, his hands falling away, the hem of her shirt tumbling back down to protect her modesty. She took another bite of her breakfast, her eyes glowing up at him as she watched him suck his fingers clean.