Here’s the first chapter of Like A Fine Wine 2!
I’m making decent progress on it, though not as much as I’d hoped to at this point. I’m pushing forward every day on it, regardless. It’s over halfway done now.
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CHAPTER 01
“So what are we doing exactly?” Jack asked as Riley led him through the ship. It seemed like they were going towards the bridge.
It had been three days since the incident onboard the ship they’d mounted a rescue mission on. He’d been recovering those three days, although his recovery probably would have gone a bit speedier if he hadn’t indulged in Riley’s every whim.
Because she had a lot of them.
She’d spent the past three days making good on her promise to fuck him in every room on the ship. And so far, they’d done just that. She’d fucked him in each of the bedrooms, and then in the cargo bays, the engine room, the kitchen…
The others hadn’t been super thrilled about that.
Since they’d arrived at the planet this morning, they’d all been going through the process of shipping down all their supplies. Which basically meant shifting a bunch of crates into the planet-hopper shuttle that Riley would float down from orbit. Someone would stay behind each time they went down, so that there would be someone on the ship, and also because most of them had other things they wanted to do before they left. Sylvia wanted to make sure their medical database was backed up and she hadn’t forgotten any crucial supplies, Elizabeth wanted to make sure she hadn’t forgotten any gear, armor, or bullets, Lyra wanted to ensure that the ship was going to be fine once they all finally left it in orbit.
Finally, the second-to-last trip had come up.
Although Jack had ridden down with them to help them offload the cargo, this time, Riley insisted she be the one to stay behind, and that he stay with her. The others had groused a little, but hadn’t really fought with her about it.
They all knew what she wanted him for, and hey, this was a vacation for them all.
“We’re going to finish up what we started, Jack,” Riley replied. Her voice was so smooth and sultry. He still marveled at what a reaction she could get out of him simply by having a certain tone of voice. Out of them all, she definitely seemed the most sexual.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. We never fucked on the bridge. I was saving it for last, given how much time I spend in there, how much it means to me as a pilot,” she replied.
Her tail brushed against him, tracing up his leg and then teasing across the crotch of the shorts he was wearing, where he already had a steel erection.
He shuddered slightly as she did that. Women who had tails were just...something else. In a really, really good way.
They came to the bridge and slipped inside.
“I know I’ve been wearing you down the past few days,” she said as she guided him over to her chair. “For which I apologize.”
“I don’t believe you,” he replied.
She smirked and turned the chair around so that it faced them. “Okay, that was a lie. I’m not sorry,” she admitted. “Though I do feel bad. I managed to convince all the others to let me have you almost exclusively, given my personal goal of fucking you all over the ship. I mean, a bit easier when it came to Elizabeth and Lyra.”
“Do they actually want to fuck me?” he asked uncertainly. Elizabeth had at least told him she wanted to have sex with him, just that she was waiting for the right time. But Lyra still seemed a little cold and distant.
“Yes,” Riley replied as she took off the tanktop she was wearing. It had barely been containing her huge tits anyway. Then she pulled her own shorts off and tossed them aside, and finally dropped down to her knees before him. “They’re just shy. Don’t worry, they’ll fuck you.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m positive. Elizabeth’s a fucking slut if you’re the right guy. Trust me. And you are most certainly the right guy. She’s going to take some time, but when she does open her legs for you, Jack, she is going to fucking lay into you. You think I’ve been fucking you senseless? Just fucking wait until that tall fucking redhead starts in on you.”
“Well...good to know,” he murmured.
She laughed and began licking his cock, making him shiver and groan. Fuck she was so good with her mouth.
“Yeah,” she said, pausing occasionally to talk between licking. “Lyra likes you. She’s just a really shy woman. Don’t worry, she’ll get to you in due time.”
“I can wait,” he panted, then she really started sucking him off.
He groaned loudly, watching her work, watching this beautiful, naked alien woman suck his cock, bobbing her head, slipping her luscious lips over his head again and again. The pleasure was phenomenal.
Jack studied her through the haze of pleasure that enveloped him. He loved her red hair, and it was only further accentuated by her vividly red eyes. The two black horns that grew from either side of her forehead and her tail that ended in a spade-shaped tip only made her likeness to a succubus that much more obvious. Something she really seemed to enjoy. At seventy six, she was technically the oldest among all the mature cougars that he was sharing this ship with, but she didn’t seem like it. What had she told him?
Dysil aged slower, so in a way, she wasn’t much older than he was.
It was ironic that the oldest woman on the ship was the most immature.
“There,” she said suddenly, taking his cock from her mouth. She’d covered it in a thick film of her saliva and now she stood up, rising smoothly to her feet. “Now for the main course.”
She turned around, showing him her fantastically thick ass. Her tail, sprouting from her lower back, just above it, twitched back and forth. He watched as she reached back between her legs, gripped his cock around its base, and lined it up with herself. Then she lowered that big orange ass into his lap and he groaned as she penetrated herself with his rigid dick. The pleasure was immediate and immense, a wondrous warmth that pulsed into him. She smoothly slid his inches into her alien vagina, taking him all the way into her.
“That’s right...” she whispered, settling her hands on the armrests and gripping them tightly. She began to push herself up, then let herself back down.
Up and down again.
Her pussy was so fucking amazing.
Jack began breathing heavily as she fucked him with a slow but smooth and steady rhythm. He’d seen more than his share of porn at this point, and having sex with Riley was like living a porn. Watching her work, feeling her easy confidence as she moved herself against him, taking his cock into her again and again, slowly beginning to go faster, was like being fucked by a porn star or a professional prostitute.
It was an exceptionally pleasant experience.
“Fuck, Riley...” he groaned.
“You like that?” she murmured, and he could hear the amused cockiness in her voice.
“Of fucking course I do,” he panted. “You just...”
“Yeah?” she asked expectantly.
“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered.
“You’re so articulate,” she said, giggling.
“Can’t help it.”
“I know.”
He settled his hands on her ass, loving the feel of it and watching it as his cock disappeared into her alien pussy again and again.
It wasn’t long before she was grunting, moaning occasionally, going harder against him. He was glad that the chair was firmly locked into place or she would already have knocked them both over by now. Riley could be quite forceful when she wanted to be. He knew that both dysil and xenians were stronger than they appeared, especially xenians. Lyra could probably out-bench him, even though she was barely over five feet and skinny.
“Shit...I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, it’s so good...”
“Don’t hold back,” she replied, continuing to fuck him. “You know I fucking love it when you fill me up.”
He tried to say something but it was lost as a surge of ecstasy hit him and he grabbed her hips, yanked her down against him while thrusting up, and starting to shoot his load into her. She groaned, holding herself in place and letting him use her to orgasm, letting him fill her up and thrust up into her with each fresh pulse of bliss that burst through him. Jack groaned loudly, panting and grunting as he came inside of her, spilling his seed into her and absolutely filling her up, just like he knew she really liked him to do.
Jack bathed in the bliss of the intensely powerful orgasm Riley had given him for as long as he could, and then when he had nothing left to give, he fell back into the seat, panting. He watched as she pulled herself up off of him and held her shorts up under herself.
“I’m going to shower,” she said, giving him that very self-satisfied grin as she looked back at him, almost like she was admiring something she’d done.
Which, in effect, was happening.
She’d certainly done him, and she’d coaxed that intense orgasm out of him.
“Be there in a minute,” he murmured.
“Take your time,” she said, and headed off.
Jack sat there in the pilot’s chair for a bit longer, watching her move down the hallway and disappear into one of the bedrooms. He simply sat there and basked in both the post-orgasmic bliss he was experiencing, but also the strange surreal sense he had of being in a dreamlike state. It was the same feeling he’d had, to varying degrees, ever since he’d learned the true nature of this job that he had basically stumbled into.
To fuck six extremely attractive, accomplished, confident cougars.
He’d already slept with half of them just on the way out there, and given the way Maureen had been looking at him over the past day or so, he had the idea that she was going to pounce on him next. And that was, he imagined, going to be a deeply satisfying experience. They all had their own personalities, their own way of being sexy.
Riley’s was just overt sexuality, almost like a caricature, like a porn star who never stopped living in her own porn set.
Sylvia was just a little sly, mostly confident, like a much more subtle version of Riley.
Elizabeth was just this towering inferno of raw sex appeal that didn’t really realize the fact that she was such a thing.
Lyra definitely had that cute, shy, nerd girl thing going on.
Anya was kind of like the casual, fun-loving woman you bumped into at a rave or a party, got to chatting, and then she offered to hook up for the night. He imagined she drifted into people’s lives as easily as she drifted back out of them.
Although some of her story didn’t entirely track with that.
And then there was Maureen. Jack had run into women like her in his life: overtly domineering women. Women of industry, of accomplishment, women who had gotten things done and were used to be listening to and obeyed. Women who had a personality somewhat like gravity: you felt it when they walked into the room.
The fact that she had been a CEO or executive for a dozen major corporations was no surprise to him. She seemed equal parts ice queen and dominatrix. Although he’d never really gone for being dominated before, and he didn’t think he would, there would be, he imagined, an intense satisfaction to fucking an ice queen.
Jack got up and began walking towards the shower Riley was currently in.
He might have been hired to act as a living fucktoy for these women, but they had also hired him to do real, actual work and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to pull that weight. He realized that it was his own room that Riley had walked into. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. She was already in the shower.
“Hey,” she said warmly as he slid the door open and stepped in.
“Hi,” he replied. Then he kissed her. “You’re so pretty.”
She laughed. “Thank you. You sound stoned.”
“I guess I am a little from being around you and getting fucked,” he replied.
She tilted her head back and let the water run through her vividly red hair. “Yes, sex will do that to you. Sex with a dysil will do that even more so.” She finished up, then suddenly stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug.
He was surprised, though not unpleasantly, by the move, and hugged her back.
“How are you doing?” she asked. “For real.”
“For real?” he replied. She nodded. “I’m...in a daze,” he said. “I’m good, mostly. You mean, like, physically? I basically feel back to one hundred percent. I’m still a little tired-”
“No, Jack,” she replied, pulling back and staring into his eyes with her bright red ones. “I mean, I’m glad you’re feeling better physically, and the lethargy will pass soon, probably by tomorrow, but I mean emotionally, mentally, where are you at?”
He considered it, looking away for a moment. Riley waited. Despite evidence to the contrary, she seemed to have a lot of patience. “I’m worried,” he admitted finally. He looked back at her. “I mean, this is all great, you’ve all been really great, and I’m looking forward to all this. But I guess there’s just a part of me that wonders if...” he hesitated, looking for the right words. He sighed. “That wonders if I’m not actually sorting anything out, out here. If I had a crisis and I’m just pretending that I’m facing it, while in reality I’m just out here playing, getting my dick sucked, pretending like I’m useful or I’m doing something meaningful.”
“You are useful, and you are doing something meaningful,” Riley said.
“I didn’t mean to imply-”
“I know you didn’t. I know you meant with regards to us, not that what we’re doing isn’t useful. But you are useful. We could have done this without you, but we chose not to. You’re helping. Not just by shifting crates, but by being nice to us. Yeah, having sex with us, but by listening to us, and respecting us. You’ve done a lot of listening since you got here. A lot of empathizing. You know how I know Lyra’s going to fuck you? Well, besides the fact that she told me she fully intended to, I’ve seen you two talking. She doesn’t do that for other people, Jack. At least not outside this little circle of people. The fact that you’ve logged even a few hours chatting with her is a big deal. And I know it may not seem like it, but Anya is actually kind of at a low point right now. I’ve heard the story she told you about her boyfriend.
“She passes it off casually, and she’s not lying, but it...affected her. Poorly. She could use some tender love and care right now. And you’re good at that.”
“Am I?” he asked.
“Yeah! You’re good at that. I know it feels like you’re still fumbling in the dark, but you’ve got all the right tools for it. You have a great talent for empathy...” she grinned, “and for pleasuring vagina. Trust me, you just need to build your confidence some more, and your experience. Which is exactly what you’ll be doing out here with us. None of us are going to turn you away, we’re not going to laugh at you. We’re all here to have a good time. I would say, try to start being a little more intentional and aware of certain things. You already have the talent, now you just need to build the skill. And you’re off to a great start.”
“I...thanks,” he murmured.
She smiled and hugged him again. “I know it seems like I don’t give a fuck about anything but getting off, but I care a lot about people. I want people to be happy. All of these people are my friends, and now you’re my friend, and I think you can make them happy. I know you can. Yeah you can pound and eat pussy pretty good, and you’re only going to get better, but you can talk to them, you can listen to them, you can hold them at night and tell them it’s going to be okay and they might even believe you. That’s...really important.”
“Yeah,” he said, hugging her back, “it is. I wish I’d had someone to do that recently.”
“Now you do,” Riley said, squeezing him against her huge tits. “It’s going to be okay, Jack. I promise. Plus, you’re going to get a lot of pussy now.”
He laughed as she released him. “Yeah, that’s true.”
“Good. Now wash up. We have one final sweep of the ship to complete before they get back up here. Maureen’s eager to get to work. So is Lyra, clearly.”
“I think Maureen’s gonna jump me soon,” he said as he grabbed some soap and started washing.
“Count on it. Off the record, she’s called dibs on you next,” Riley said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s gonna fucking eat you alive tonight.”
“Oh...awesome.”
Riley laughed loudly. “That is the appropriate response. Maureen is...I think a lot of people think she’d suck in bed, but she actually doesn’t. She’s great. It’s just that she doesn’t partake often. She’s a very career-motivated person, and now her career is...no longer a factor. She’s gonna fuck you so good. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”
“Me too,” Jack said.
“Come on, we gotta get to work,” Riley replied.
They finished washing, killed the shower, then dried and dressed. Though she had to go to her room to get new shorts given the mess she’d made of the old ones. While she did that, he went over his room one more time, just in case he’d missed anything, though he wasn’t sure what he might have missed, given how little he owned.
Once he was sure that everything was in his bag, he secured his holster and pistol to his hip after checking it out. Technically speaking, the planet was dangerous. Although he hadn’t seen anything as he’d offloaded crates from the shuttle, he knew that could change at any time. Maureen and Elizabeth both had warned them that they were to be armed with at least a basic sidearm and some spare ammunition at all times.
With that out of the way, he grabbed his bag and walked out, turning out the light as he went. He passed Riley, who was on the way to the bridge.
“Need to do one more check of the ship, then I’ll join you in the hangar,” she said.
“I’ll be there,” he replied, and headed on down the length of the ship.
It was strange. He’d only been here for a few days, but already the ship had felt more like home than any other place had for a long time. He knew at least some of that had to do with the fact that he was a Marine and had traveled the galaxy for four years before finally giving it up. But he now had the inkling that this feeling of home had more to do with the people he shared the ship with than the ship itself.
And that was a deeply comforting feeling, because he was leaving the ship, not the people.
The outpost they were to live in and repair would feel like home soon.
Ideally.
Jack walked into the hangar. There wasn’t much left, just a stack of metal crates and a pair of longer ones, all of which held the materials that would allow them to bring the outpost they were staying in back up to par, either that or it was survival gear meant to help them stay alive on the planet. Honestly, he was kind of looking forward to all of this. Although he didn’t really relish fighting his fellow sentients, not unless they were fucking assholes like slavers or raiders who preyed on the outer colonies or merchant ships or the like, he did relish a challenge. And all of this was going to be a bit of a challenge, from how Maureen had described it.
Besides getting his brains fucked out by Riley, he’d been studying up on the planet that would be his home. It had a diverse environment, though the place they would be calling home was essentially a dirt desert. And it came complete with some nasty creatures of its own. He was less than thrilled that there were alien animals that essentially amounted to giant fucking spiders living in some of the caves, and there were things that looked like lizard wolves that had a mean bite to them and hunted in packs. But that was the point of a challenge.
To be challenging.
He jumped slightly as he felt as much as heard the outer airlock opening. The shuttle was back. Excellent. As it cycled through the large airlock at the end of the hangar, Riley appeared. “We’re all set,” she said, carrying her own bag and smiling broadly. “We can get this show on the road.”
“Looks like we won’t have to wait,” Jack said as the inner airlock door began to open.
“Yep,” Riley agreed.
They both watched as Lyra, who was their secondary pilot, brought the shuttle in and landed it smoothly. She was clearly visible in the cockpit, and she waved them towards her. They headed forward and Jack studied the big thing as they navigated around to the back. It was a standard planet-hopper, civilian model, though obviously expensive. In short, all it was was a cockpit, a little area for personnel, and then mostly a cargo bay. But slung under the wings, attached to either side, were a pair of large cargo containers.
“What are those actually for? Why didn’t we load them up with cargo to make fewer trips?” Jack asked as he looked at them. They paused to grab a few of the last remaining crates and then began heading to the ramp.
“One of them is actually full of emergency cargo,” Riley explained as they came to the cargo ramp at the back and began to walk up it. “Extra food, water, medical stuff, emergency repair stuff. But the other one is living quarters. This shuttle is meant to be a mobile outpost.”
They secured the crates in their place, then headed back and grabbed some more.
“Whoa, really? That’s awesome...although why?” he replied.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think some of the contracts we have may necessitate it. It can’t hold all of us, up to three, I think. Four if you squeeze or one of them is Lyra. Or maybe once we finish up with the outpost and our current contracts, we’ll do other things elsewhere on the planet.”
“Oh, cool,” he said.
Before long, the two of them had finished loading the last of the crates.
They got into the little crew compartment directly behind the cockpit, which could uncomfortably seat four, and Jack took a seat.
Riley poked her head into the cockpit. “We’re set.”
“Good. Buckle up,” Lyra replied, her voice flat.
“Yes, Captain,” Riley said, and she took a seat across from Jack after closing the door to the cockpit.
“She’s really...focused,” he murmured as they buckled in.
“Yep, she sure is. She’s excellent at her job. Jobs. She’s a genius, absolutely brilliant, and can focus for fucking hours on a task. But it comes at the cost of a social life. Normally she doesn’t care, but I think it’s been getting to her more lately. But I’ve been telling her not to worry, you’ll take good care of her. Sexually and socially. And of course we have each other.”
“I really want to have a threesome with you and her,” he murmured.
She laughed. “An alien threesome, huh? That really get you going?”
“Duh.”
“I know a lot of humans who wouldn’t admit that.”
“I’m not a lot of humans,” he replied.
“Fair enough. A lot of xenians, too. You two are a cloistered, repressed bunch.” She frowned. “But now I’m starting to sound like a racist, and fuck that.”
The shuttle took off and began heading back out the way it had come in.
Jack finished settling into his seat.
It was time for the next part of this strange, wild journey he’d signed up for.