Part 2
Twists Of Fate
"Do you miss all that cat hair?" Barbie spoke seductively, as Washington lay on top of her. The amorous couple was making love in the Captain's bunk, with the glow in the chamber at a soft candlelight setting.
Washington loved the feel of his wife. Barbie's shoulders were tender to his touch. Her breasts were large oranges that he loved to toy with his mouth, with their large nipples popping up for his attention. At the moment, he didn't feel like abandoning those sweet nipples.
"Well, do you?" Barbie persisted.
Finally, Washington broke away from his caresses. "If you mean do I miss the cat-women, the answer is no. Don't get me wrong. They were a lot of fun to be around. The crux of the matter is that they had their own destinies to pursue."
"Don't we all? I think their objectives are among the noblest ones I've ever heard of. They are trying to preserve their species."
"True, but they didn't exactly go about things the right way, by putting themselves in front of the human women on this ship."
"Some bird species on Earth will drop their eggs into the nests of a totally different species. Then they push the original eggs out of the nest. That way, when the offspring are born, the bird with the hijacked nest will have to take care of them. What is the difference between that and what the cat-women were trying to do?"
"I could say they were tribal, while we're more civilized. After what happened to us on the Neptune, I'm having second thoughts about that. I think that deep in our cores, a lot of us are really primal. If you strip humans of their philosophy and technology, we're exactly the same as any primitive culture."
"How does that make you feel, hubby?"
"It is what it is." Washington shrugged. "I'm neither better or worse than any man or woman that came before me. I'm just very happy that I found a crew willing to come with me while I go exploring the universe. I'm a happy man today because of that."
"Too happy, if you ask me."
"Because of the cat-women?"
"All six of them."
"Well, Thor and Cruz did help me deal with them, and so did the women on board. You could say it was a united effort."
When Barbie started to caress his face, Washington scooted up to kiss her. They did this for a few sensual moments, before he took his long erection in hand and went aim it between his wife's legs. Barbie stopped him then, and instead prodded him to lie down on his back. He thought that maybe she was going to mount him, but no. Barbie had more kisses to bless him with, as she set his lips on chest. Slowly, she kissed and licked at him, moving down his body a couple of inches at a time. When she neared his erection, she began stroking him.
Washington shuddered when he felt his wife's lips taking part of him in.
"Did your cat-women do this?" Barbie asked.
No, he answered with his mind, as he was already gasping from her touch.
Her mouth was very exciting around him. As Barbie coddled him with her tongue, Washington couldn't help but run his hands through his wife's hair.
I have a confession to make, he thought at her. I don't know if you'll like it.
What is it?
I like how you colored your hair red. I think I like it better than your natural hair color.
Barbie paused for a second, as she considered this. Washington wondered if he'd made her mad by telling her that.
I'm not mad, she replied in her thoughts. You know, the men on the Neptune were looking at me differently when they saw how I'd changed it. Maybe I'll keep this color for a while. I kind of like it, and the attention that comes with it.
Her mouth started up again. When Washington felt his body start tensing up, he tried to get Barbie to bring her ass closer to him. All the man could touch right then were her shoulders and head. She pushed his arms away and kept going.
Barbie's hair wasn't that long; it only came down to her shoulders. While she was bobbing on him, it would brush against his abdomen repeatedly. He coursed his hands through it, accidentally gripping at it too tight. When he realized how he'd pulled at it, he immediately let her hair go.
It's okay. You can keep doing that. I kind of like that too.
She was different somehow, Washington understood. Barbie had been highly conservative at first, but maybe the prolonged exposure to his promiscuous crew had loosened her up.
You know what it was, she said psychically. You already guessed at some of it, after the way we had to leave the Neptune in such a hurry. While I was on that ship, and I have to tell you that I'm not that good at using my abilities, not like Mary is. But anyway, while I was on the Neptune, I kind of dug into the minds of a few people I got close to, just to see what their sex lives were like. You can't imagine how boring those people were, or how worried they were that they weren't good enough for their partners.
"You're not boring." Washington said.
Because of my big ass?
"Well, your big tits also come into that equation." He teased.
Barbie moved her head away. She started stroking her husband. "Is that all I am to you, a hot piece of ass?"
"Pretty much." Washington laughed. "No, seriously, you're the warmest, most gorgeous woman I've ever met. I consider myself the luckiest man in history to have you as my first wife."
"Not your only wife?"
"Well, no. Not according to the culture on Groombridge 34. A man cannot be considered a fulfilled man unless he has two wives on that planet."
Barbie laughed. "We're going to find a planet where I can have two husbands!"
"Over my dead body! I'm not sharing you with anybody!"
She was still stroking him, faster than before. As Washington's climax started to rise, Barbie increased it even more by putting her lips around the end of his manhood. With both her mouth and hand going, he started moaning. His hands went to her arms, and then her shoulders. Washington had just started to reach for a hanging breast, when his ejaculation burst out of him. Barbie moved her face away as he came, still stroking at him at full speed and turning Washington's moans into mature yet manly cries.
He did his best to clutch at the sheets of his bed, and away from Barbie's hair, while the action continued. Finally, when he could take no more of it, Washington pushed his wife's hand away from his member. He lay there gasping.
"Did you eat one of those kitties out, like you're about to do to me?" Barbie asked.
Washington grinned, as he started moving his woman around on the bed. "They were too hairy for that."
"I'm a little hairy down there."
"Not like they were. You have a nice, trim bush. Just the way I like it."
He had Barbie take his place on the bed, while he caressed her thick thighs and legs. There really was a world of difference between the cat-women and his wife. He rubbed against her womanly mound a few times, before he spread her thighs and stuck his head in there.
While this was taking place, Margo was sleeping in her bunk and the rest of the crew was found on the bridge. In fact, there was a lot of laughter in the hub, where Cruz and Mary pranced around like the pussycats from Saturn used to. They tried to get the no-nonsense Thor to play along, but the big and brawny man would in no way demean his macho behavior by behaving effeminate. Mary did get acting Captain Cammie to attempt to undulate her hips like a belly dancer. It was such an odd action, for the older woman was so unaccustomed to seeing such a thing, let alone doing it, that Cammie ended up bursting into snickers every time she tried.
Later, when that died down, a whole new hilarity ensued as they went through the uncensored news clips from the Starship Neptune. The vote was split over whose compromising position was the funniest and most controversial: Captain Washington on a couch with a tiny Vamp gang member chick riding him, or Cammie riding the senior officer of the Neptune, Commander Brody, during the mass orgy at the amphitheater.
"I'm giving it to Captain Washington and the Vamp." Thor decided. "That situation was much more complicated than Cammie shaking her ass at Commander Brody."
"People aren't going to remember our captain's exploit as long as they're going to remember a starship commander's." Mary countered. "There is a reason why we left the Neptune at full speed ahead."
"Well, yes, but as far as our crew is concerned, our captain has a higher rank than Cammie, no offense Cammie, and therefore his scandal has a much higher degree of sensationalism to it."
"All I know is that both incidents are making our highlight reel." Cruz giggled. "I'm giving it to Cammie, by the way. No really, in about five minutes I'm giving it to her. Are you ready for me, baby?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm flying the ship at present." Cammie answered, blushing.
"You can fly the ship, while I'll be flying you. That reminds me, baby, of an old joke I heard on Earth. Pretend I'm about to come on board and ask me to get on the ship. Go on, baby. Just like I said it."
"Okay." Cammie replied. "Mr. Cruz, will you get on the ship?"
"Get on the ship? What the hell are you talking about, baby? I'm not getting on the ship; I'm getting in the fucking ship! Do I look like I can breathe in space, baby?"
Cammie tried to hold it in, but she burst out laughing anyway. Thor was doubled over in guffaws. Mary simply grinned and rolled her eyes.
"It wasn't that funny, darling?" Cruz asked his blonde counterpart.
