Landing was tough. The only adult man in the cabin besides me — that fat man — somehow managed to break his leg while in the pilot's cabin, which I remember from his “teachings” with his wife. Now the woman was there too, with him. In theory, if both were fastened, nothing like this should have happened. And now he was lying with a bloodied bone sticking out of his leg and howling under the words of his wife. This, of course, did not add optimism to all those present.

Equipped with the latest technology, the rescue capsule contained, among other things, a small automatic medical aid room. Putting the sufferer on some rag, we dragged the fat man into this office, raised it, albeit with difficulty, onto the table and left it in the company of nanorobots who spliced ​​his leg. This process was supposed to take about two weeks. And at that moment he could not walk anyway.

After walking around the cabin and looking out the windows, I realized that we were at the very edge of the plateau. The right door looked at a narrow path that runs from somewhere below. Left - on the plateau itself. At the same time, the ship itself completely blocked the entrance from the path to the plateau. That is, the only way to get to the plateau from this path is through the doors of our ship. Well, or jump over the three-meter capsule case.

While we were in bed with the wounded, looked around and put ourselves in order, the electronic brain of the capsule scanned the planet, looked around, read the relief, the atmosphere and other parameters of the environment. And now a pleasant female voice joyfully informed us about insane luck. It turns out that the atmosphere is completely suitable for breathing a person without a spacesuit, organic life is present on the planet (possibly reasonable), and we blocked the only entrance to the plateau with the carcass of our ship. In addition, in the depths of the plateau there is a small cave, well, and in addition three more capsules fell at a distance of five to fifteen kilometers from us - the coordinates are displayed on the map.

At the top of the rescue capsule was a small radiation turret. All the same, the escape capsule was supposed to be a safe haven. I looked at the kid, the son of a wounded fat man.

- What is your name, boy?

- James, sir!

- That's what, James. Come on in the turret and cover me. If something moves, they immediately fall. And I'll go out, take a walk. And look, don't shoot me!

The guy happily rushed into the turret, and I got into a spacesuit (some kind of armor) and took one of the five ray guns aboard, went outside.

Despite the joyful news of the onboard computer, shooting the headset was scary. But it was necessary to do this - it’s not known how much we will be here. Therefore, headlong, I opened the glass.

The planet burst into my brain with a whistling wind, the sound of water (water? Near water?) And the creaking of sand under my boots. I, under the watchful eye of my young bodyguard, walked around the plateau, kicked stones off a cliff. Yes, indeed, the only entrance is that narrow path that runs into our door. And also a cave in a huge rock on the other end of the plateau. If it is empty and deep enough, it could be a good home for all of us. In the end, in the cabin of the ship all cramped. Yes, and mixed women and men - also not always comfortable. However, I did not dare to go there alone.

Returning back, I looked at the wife of a fat man. She came to herself and, like everyone else, was looking at me with a waiting look. James came down from the tower and waited with everyone.

“Great, James.” Thanks for the cover. Now we need it again. Your mom and I will go explore a cave. If there is empty - maybe we will build a house there. It seems to be quite spacious. And you will cover. The rest - look in the windows just in case.Ma'am, take a gun and wear a spacesuit!

- Yes, sir! - the teenager soared into the turret. And the woman calmly dressed and looked at me. In her eyes blazed the very fire that I saw on the "teachings". Yes, baby, you got it right. The main thing is that the cave was empty.

We left and, having raised the guns (she even knew how to handle the weapon, it is necessary!), Moved to a cave.

- What's your name?

- Kate. Kate Swift. And you?

- And I - Mikhail Petrov.

- You are Russian? SWAT, judging by the figure?

- Yes, special forces. - I hardly lied. In “Spetsnaz” that Kate was talking about, I did not serve. This elite subdivision of remote space reconnaissance selected only supermen into their ranks with inaccessible physical capabilities in my opinion. But, the special forces of the police in which I served, was also called in Russian "special forces" - "special forces". And what is the difference for her? The main thing is that she bit her lip, having looked at my shoulders. It does not matter that the scar on my cheek is not from an alien laser, as I wove to all my friends (there are no scars left from lasers, they burn them immediately), but because I was not too sober, I accidentally fell on the corner of the table in my own apartment. Is it important?

We went into the cave, turned on the lights. The cave consisted of a dozen fairly large rooms interconnected. Each room would easily accommodate ten people. The cave was completely deaf, that is, no one could get into it otherwise than through the entrance. In general, it remained only to slightly trim the appearance, and our new home is ready. But for the next half hour I had other plans.

My microphone has been turned off since we left the ship. I took the spacesuits open (it was easier to hear sounds), so I easily reached out to the button under her cheek and turned off the microphone from her. Usually, when the visor was closed, the microphone was not turned off, and when it was open, it was thought that it might be more convenient for people to talk without radio broadcasts.

- What are you doing?

- Turning off your microphone.

- What for?

- That in the ship it was not audible how you moan.

Kate bit her lip again, stood so slightly, looking into my eyes, and then with rapid movements took off her spacesuit. I undressed calmly, as if not noticing how her body was beating with desire. As soon as I unbuckled the belt, she eagerly pounced on my cock. Blowjob in her performance was not something supernatural: she just rhythmically moved her head up and down the penis, holding the base with her hands. I had better feelings, but bezrybe ... And then, me and so the "tool" was in full combat readiness.

She herself jumped on my hips, and began a furious jump. Fortunately, my physical form made it possible to keep her not the thinnest body on weight. She moved at a frantic pace, clutching at my shoulders, and with her lips at my lips. In this case, sex has also come down to trivial movements back and forth. In the end, I realized that she began to run out of steam.

I threw it off myself (hard enough, I must say), turned my back, pressed it to the wall of the cave (I barely managed to put my hands up), entered it from behind. There was no special desire to take care of her - I began to fuck her as hard as possible. However, she seemed to like it, she moaned louder and lashed her fingers over the cave stone. Her legs were already trembling, spasms began to roll over her body.

I grabbed her hair and pulled over. (Especially for eroticspace) A loud moan escaped from her chest, booming around the cave room. I was already close to the end, and the rhythm of my movements became crazy. I didn’t feel like holding myself, and with the fingers of my other hand I dug into her thigh. She screamed and grabbed my hand. The other, already white-washed, Kate squeezed some stone in the wall.

Almost at the same time as her nails clung to my hand, I entered it to the full depth and released a charge of semen into it. From this she bent and shriek, twitched, and then let out a long moan and went limp on her knees. I made a couple more frictions, took out a member of it, wiped it with a specially napkin and put it on. Some strange feeling was in the penis.As if a slight tingling. Then I first paid attention to this, but then quickly forgot.

Mrs. Swift also got dressed, though, somehow slowly. When we returned to our boat, we were already relaxed and calm, and soon everyone inside knew that the cave was spacious enough, and our entire group could easily fit there, if necessary.