Smack! Chaf! Smack! Chaf!

These sounds came through the groans and screams of lovers. Two excited, wet flesh enjoyed intercourse.

Lana finished about ten minutes later. The second orgasm was not as strong as the first, and not as long, but still pleasant in all respects, and most importantly gave rise to a mental and physical sensation of complete completeness of the action.

- I am now! - Sergey cried. - Now I will finish!

He pulled out a member of the tender flesh of a female vagina. Lana, still moaning with pleasure from the cramping in her bosom, turned quickly and squatted on her haunches.

- Come on, in my mouth. Come on...

A member of Sergei jerked and threw the first trickle of sperm. Lana got on the right eyebrow. From there, sperm flowed down the eyelid and cheek. Lana laughed.

- Missed?

She grabbed his dick with her hand and quickly sucked him into her mouth. The second jet is completely gone there. The third slapped Lana's tongue sticking out. And everything else, moaning for a minute, who lost control of himself, Sergey, poured out where he already had: on the lips, on the chin, cheeks and nose of her friend.

Led Lana ass fell right on the floor. Thick sticky sperm profusely slapped her almost the whole face.

And then, suddenly, a short, sharp signal came from the console. Sergey jumped as if stung. Lana quickly got up and looked at the survey screen with surprise. She did not see anything new and unusual there. But then the transmission went from a cyber navigator and a hologram flashed in the middle of the room. The image twitched slightly, but the picture was clear. Sergey and Lana saw a cylindrical object, in which they immediately recognized the standard rescue capsule, commonly used on ships of the fleet. The long-distance sensors detected the capsule as it passed along the boundary of the gas-dust cloud.

- What the hell is that?

The captain's assistants began to dress feverishly. But they didn’t have time to completely put themselves in order. From the remote there was a call signal via an intercabel connection. Cursing, Sergey hastily connected video contact. The concerned face of Captain Pavel Danchenko appeared on the communicator screen. Lana, barely suppressing laughter, huddled into a corner from where she would not be visible. She did not have time to grab a bra. He remained hanging on the monitor: one of the straps stretched across Danchenko’s frowning forehead, then across his nose to his upper lip.

- First Assistant Ivashov, what is happening? - cried the captain. - What kind of signal?

“A rescue capsule has been found,” Sergey blurted out, all purple to the very tips of his ears. The face of the captain and the bra on her looked just hilarious. - Details now we find out.

- How to find out immediately report back. What the hell, Ivashov? Why are you not dressed according to the rules? Why in a t-shirt?

It's good that the captain could see Sergei, just above the belt. It’s scary to even imagine what it would be like to know Danchenko, that the shirt is the only thing that was now on his first assistant.

- Captain, in the navigation temperature has risen. Probably some kind of violation in the climate system.

“Strange,” Danchenko grunted. - According to my data, all indicators are normal. Okay, let's figure out what's up with this capsule.

The captain broke the connection. Sergey relieved sighed. Lana finally took her bra and started to dress. The face on which there was still sperm, she wiped with a damp cloth.

- Help you? She asked, nodding toward the video screens and control panels.

“Go ahead,” he agreed. - It is necessary to check from which ship this capsule. In the meantime, I'll deal with her course.

Before Lana settled in the next chair, Sergei drew her to her and kissed her.

“It was great,” he said softly. - I do not know what words to express it.

“I liked it too,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “If it were not for this stupid capsule, we could arrange a third round.”

“Why don't I visit you while you are on duty?” - a sly smile appeared on Ivashov's lips. - So let's arrange this third round.

- What?! Are you Mr. Ivashov going to seduce a fleet officer right at the workplace? Right on the important post ?! - with feigned anger Lana cried.

“Yeah,” he smiled broadly. - I'm going.

- And you are not at all ashamed? Well, your own reputation will suffer. But the fleet's reputation should worry you a little.

“Nah,” he shook his head. - When I see such an amazing woman - to hell with everything! Even the fleet!

“Well, well,” she winked at him coquettishly and waggled her hips in the most frivolous way. “I’ll think about your indecent proposal.” And even probably agree.

And they laughed together contentedly and happy, so that their risky undertaking was a success, and one more adventure of a similar kind lay ahead.

After that, we set to work. Sergey looked at the data on the rescue capsule from the beginning of its appearance, more precisely, when the radars detected it and then entered all the information, including the latest location of the capsule in the navigation computer. In less than a minute he had data on the course of the cosmic pilgrim. The capsule was supposed to miss the "Moonlight Prospector" by more than twenty-five million kilometers. This, Ivashov, immediately reported to the captain.

“Moreover,” he added, “in twelve hours it will enter the ionized cloud at the periphery of the system in sector 708-745 and with a probability of 86% will be damaged. If there is a man inside, he is doomed.

- What is the probability that there is a person inside the capsule? - asked Danchenko.

“The probability is great,” Lana reported and connected another screen of the video communicator. Now the captain could see her, as well as Sergey.

- Second mate? - surprised Danchenko.

“Yes, she did,” she said.

- But your shift in the navigation, if I'm not mistaken in a few hours.

“So it is,” Lana nodded. - Now I help the first assistant at his request in gathering information.

“Good,” Danchenko nodded. - What we have?

Lana Sanchez turned on the projector and launched the uncovered archival database. A hologram with a dagger-shaped starship hung above the floor and information about the technical characteristics of the vessel ran nearby.

“The A-9000 seeker,” Lana said. - Our scout. Crew - 65 people. A year ago, he was sent around the vegan colonies to search for habitable and colonize planets around the Horst belt. The number on board the capsule indicates its addition to this particular ship. Five months after reaching the “Finder” goal, he disappeared without a trace. Due to the remoteness of the area of ​​disappearance and the complexity of the search and rescue operation, the latter was abandoned. In addition, ships of vegans appeared in the Horst belt, believing that the sector was under their jurisdiction, although they did not actually colonize there. We consider Horst's belt as a no-man’s territory. But since the OFZ government does not need a conflict with the colonies of Vega, it was decided to forget about the “Seeker”.

“But he reminded himself,” Danchenko said, frowning. - And we can not ignore the directive number 305 - p-19.

What this directive knew every navy. When rescue capsules are detected, even if they are empty and even more so with the person inside, make a mandatory selection of vehicles.

- Were there any messages from the Seeker before his disappearance? - asked Danchenko.

“The last report came from the chief navigator Peter Romanenko,” Lana nodded. - Its essence is as follows: a small planet was found suitable for colonization.The animal and plant world is extremely poor, the signs of intelligent beings are absent. However, in the nearby mountains, the search party found many deep voids interconnected by a network of geometrically correctly arranged tunnels. It was decided to conduct a more detailed and thorough study. On ... Read more →