Three Square Meals Ch. 085

She took her seat beside John, smiling at him when he leaned over to give her a kiss in greeting.

When he looked around the table again, he glanced at the empty seat to Alyssa's right. "What's happened to Sparks?"

Alyssa gave him a knowing smile. "You'll find out in about five seconds."

He turned to look at the door, mentally counting down the time. Right on cue, the doors swished open and Dana burst through, her eyes glowing gold. "Holy fuck guys!" she blurted out, bounding across the room. "You've got to see this shit, it's crazy!"

John pointed to the empty chair. "Eat first, then you can show us whatever you like."

Rachel grinned at her lover and patted the empty seat beside her. "I saved you a spot."

"Aw, c'mon!" Dana whined, the golden glow from her pupils slowly fading.

Stubbornly shaking his head, John glanced at the plate of grilled savoury pancakes and replied, "Nope, it's time for dinner. I'm about to try Okonomiyaki for the first time, so you'll just have to be patient and wait until after we've eaten."

"How did you know what it was?" Sakura asked in surprise.

He smiled at her affectionately. "When you told me they were your favourite, I looked up the recipe the first chance I had. I see Calara got the same instructions as I did: Green onions so finely chopped you can't tell they're there?"

"You remembered!" Sakura replied, looking touched.

"Sorry I stole your thunder," Calara apologised with a frown. "I didn't know you were planning to make them for her."

John waved away her concern and said, "It's okay, Sakura knows how much I love her."

The Asian girl bobbed her head in agreement, blushing as she met his gaze.

The plate of Okonomiyaki was the first dish John tried, and he hummed his appreciation after the first bite. "You're right! These are delicious!" he said with enthusiasm, darting a glance at Sakura, then smiling in gratitude to Calara.

Sakura tried some herself, and she closed her eyes in bliss after taking the first bite. When her lovely almond eyes opened again, they were already welling up with tears.

"I'm sorry..." she mumbled, voice thick with emotion as she rose from her chair.

Darting John a grief-stricken glance, she walked briskly away, stifling a sob as she rushed out of the Officers' Lounge. Everyone was out of their seats and ready to go after her, but John waved them back. "Let me go, it's okay."

Leaving behind the concerned faces around the dinner table, he hurried after the upset girl, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of her crying from her bedroom. He didn't knock and just entered as soon as the door opened, walking across the room to sit beside Sakura on the bed.

"I-I couldn't stay...so sorry," she wept. "Just tasting that again... it brought it all back... my mom..."

"Shh," John said quietly, wrapping her in his arms. "We all understand. You don't have to hold it in any longer..."

Sakura cried out her grief, tears pouring down her face as she mourned for her lost parents. John held her and murmured sympathetic words, while she sobbed wretchedly about never having a chance to say goodbye to her mother or father. He felt a lump in his throat to see her so distraught, but he knew she needed this release, having bound up all her grief and suppressed it with her hatred for Mikaboshi.

Eventually her grief ran its course and her tears dried up, Sakura just leaning into him for support. He stroked the exhausted young woman's silky black hair until she fell asleep in his arms, then lay her back so he could pull the covers up over her. The door to her bedroom swished open a moment later and Alyssa padded into the room.

*Why don't you go and get something to eat? I'll stay and keep an eye on Sakura,* she said telepathically, climbing onto the bed beside him.

John gave Alyssa a grateful kiss, then paused for a second as he glanced at the sleeping Asian girl, his expression thoughtful.

Alyssa gave him a tender smile. *That's a lovely idea. I'll look up the address and reach out to the current owners to make sure we can have the place to ourselves.*

*Thanks, beautiful,* he replied, pausing to kiss Sakura on the forehead, before climbing off the bed and walking from the room.

When he returned to the Officers' Lounge, the lighting had been lowered to a pleasant background glow, throwing long shadows across the room. Calara was sitting on the sofas watching a news report on the holo-net, but she turned off the screen when she heard the door open.

"I'm sorry I missed dinner," John said, giving her a rueful smile. "It looked and smelled wonderful."

"Don't worry about that, I've saved us plenty," the Latina said, as she rose from her seat and walked with him towards the kitchen. "How's Sakura doing?"

"She cried herself to sleep," John replied, sharing a sympathetic look with the brunette.

Calara paused when she reached the door to the kitchen an anguished expression on her face. "I had no idea the meal would upset Sakura like that... She seemed so sad and I just wanted to do something nice for her."

"You did. She'd been bottling up all that emotion for months," John said, pulling Calara into his arms. "She needed to properly mourn her parents and she wasn't able to while she was so desperate for revenge."

The Latina nodded her understanding and they shared a brief kiss. John opened the door for her and she entered the kitchen with him following close behind. He leaned against the worktop then watched as Calara walked over to the dishes on the central table and began serving up. She put some of each type of food onto two separate plates, then walked over to the reheating unit and slid the plates into the open compartments in the device.

"Dinner was that good you want seconds?" John asked, grinning as he watched her activate the machine.

"Everyone said they really enjoyed it, but I decided to wait for you. I didn't want you to eat alone," she said, giving him a loving smile.

John was suddenly overwhelmed with affection for the young woman. He'd been feeling in a somewhat raw emotional state himself after comforting Sakura, but with the weight of all the recent events as well, he felt a tightness in his chest as he gazed at the Latina. Crossing the kitchen in three strides, he wrapped his arms around Calara and hugged her fiercely.

"I nearly lost you!" he exclaimed, his voice rough as he held her.

She hugged him back, but shook her head adamantly. "You'd never let that happen. I wasn't scared when Mikaboshi captured me, not really. You're always there to make everything better, no matter what!"

The total conviction in her voice left him reeling, Calara's steadfast faith in him was as touching as it was daunting.

*Her loyalty and love for you is absolute,* Alyssa told him gently. He could feel the remorse in her voice as she continued, *I really wish you could experience it too, she's got such a beautiful soul...*

"I love you, Calara. I don't tell you that nearly enough," he said, before kissing her passionately.

She returned his kiss then let out a happy sigh, a gorgeous smile on her face. "You don't need to, I feel it whenever I'm with you," she replied, leaning into him.

The reheating unit started chiming to let them know their dinner was ready and John reluctantly let Calara go when her stomach started growling nearly as loudly as his. They shared a grin, then took their plates and sat at the dinner table. It was a quiet meal, neither of them feeling an urgent need to talk, but enjoying each other's company nonetheless. John smiled at her appreciatively after trying each dish, the two of them gazing into each other's eyes as they watched each other eat. The meal felt very intimate, in a way that neither of them had been expecting, but that they both thoroughly enjoyed.

Alyssa joined them as they finished clearing the table, walking into the kitchen as they loaded up the cleaning unit with the last of the plates. "Hello, my loves," she greeted them both, walking over to join them.

"Hello to you, too," John replied wrapping his arms around both girls. He glanced at Alyssa and asked, "Is Sakura okay?"

"She's still asleep. Rachel and Dana are looking after her now," the blonde explained.

John winced as he remembered how excited Dana had been and asked, only half-seriously, "Am I in trouble with Sparks? She must be about to explode with anticipation after being kept waiting this long."

Alyssa grinned at him and said, "Learning a bit of patience will do that little imp a world of good." Glancing at Calara, she added seductively, "We've got much more pressing business to take care of."

The Latina shared a sultry smile with the blonde, then turned to look at John. "I'm flattered, but we can wait until later if you want to see what Dana discovered?"

Shaking his head, John gently squeezed them both in his arms. "Alyssa's right. We both need to show you how much you mean to us."

Calara blushed as they took turns kissing her, her chest rising and falling in a most enticing way as she got more excited. When John released both girls, they walked out of the kitchen then through the lounge hand-in-hand, darting smouldering glances at him over their shoulders. Alyssa led her lovers straight towards Calara's bedroom and she tugged the Latina inside as soon as the door opened, showering her with kisses.

John followed them inside, enjoying listening to the soft moans from the young women as they kissed and caressed each other all the way to the bed. He helped Alyssa peel off Calara's clothes, revealing more of her unblemished olive skin with each garment they removed. It took a considerable amount of time to undress her, as John and Alyssa insisted on kissing each new area of luscious toned flesh as it came into view. When she was entirely naked, they shifted their focus to Alyssa, with John and Calara flashing grins at each other as they explored the blonde with their lips and flickering tongues.

Finally, it was John's turn and he stood between both girls, relishing the attention. They planted adoring kisses across his chest when they removed his shirt, gently squeezing his muscles and cooing with delight. His trousers came off next and the nubile teenagers knelt side-by-side before him, the delicious contrast between their skin tones making him throb with arousal. They made sure his pulsating cock and taut balls received the same attention from their loving mouths as the rest of him had. He ran his fingers through their hair, savouring the feeling of power and dominance as they worshipped his shaft.

Alyssa's cerulean eyes sparkled with lust as she listened avidly to his every thought, while Calara looked just as enthralled as her blonde lover relayed that information to her telepathically. They ducked down lower focusing on his front pair of balls with velvety soft tongues. Gazing into their bright eyes was intoxicating as they opened wide, doing their best to engulf as much of the heavy orbs in their mouths as possible.

"We'll need to share that load between you," he said firmly. "I want to see you both carrying my cum."

Calara let the taut sphere escape from her mouth and her voice was respectful as she replied, "Whatever you say, Sir."

Alyssa lowered her eyes submissively while continuing to gently lavish attention on his balls. *I'd be honoured to fill my stomach with your spunk, My Lord.*

Seeing the feisty blonde act so deferentially was tremendously exciting, even though he knew full well that she was only play-acting. His guess was confirmed a moment later by the twinkle in her eager blue eyes. He offered them both a hand, helping them to their feet.

Moving into position on the bed with the practiced familiarity of long-term lovers, John was soon sitting with his back against the headboard as Calara straddled him. He placed his hands on her hips and helped lower her into position, the Latina placing her hands on his shoulders and flushing with excitement as she felt his strong muscles. She was already slick and ready for him, but he took his time, sliding into her exquisite young body at a glacial pace and enjoying the torturously slow entry. Calara eventually took his entire length, leaning forward to squash her firm breasts into his chest as she let out a sultry moan into his ear. The soft feminine sound sent a thrill through his body and his cock flexed inside her tight grip.

Alyssa moved behind the Latina, pressing her big breasts to her back and wrapping her in a hug. One of her hands curved around to Calara's tummy, gently stroking along John's length, the heat from his cock adding warmth to her stretched young belly.

"We love you so much," Alyssa crooned, planting tender kisses along Calara's olive-toned shoulder.

John cupped the Latina's face in his hands and tasted her soft lips. "You were the first girl that joined us. It was you that set us on the path we're on today."

Alyssa nodded her agreement, both hands reaching up to squeeze Calara's breasts. "You'll always be our special girl," she murmured.

Calara just moaned in delight as she sat sandwiched between them, John buried deep inside her while both her lovers lavished affection on her.

*May I penetrate her too?* Alyssa asked him, meeting John's gaze over Calara's shoulder.

*Have you got enough control?* he asked, looking deep into her eyes.

She beamed at him confidently, her face lighting up with her eager expression. When John granted her request with a nod, Alyssa glanced over to the bedside table and made a gesture with her fingers. The drawer slid open and a tube of lubricant floated through the air towards her hand.

Calara caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, then grinned at John. "Just what I was thinking..."

Alyssa shook her head and murmured in her ear. "No, baby. John is going to fill your womb with cum, but I want to take you too."

The Latina's eyes opened wide in shock as she realised what the blonde had in mind. John saw the burning look of excitement that suddenly filled her eyes and she tilted her head back to kiss Alyssa. "Really? He gave you permission?"

Alyssa uncapped the tube, while planting kisses on Calara's neck. "Mmmhmm, he said I could as long as I was very careful."

"I want you both inside me!" Calara panted with lust.

The blonde brought the lubricant to Calara's ass, easing the tip inside, then squeezing down hard on the back of the tube. The Latina groaned as she felt the slick lube squirting into her depths, arching her back as she wriggled in John's lap.

Closing her eyes, Alyssa focused intently on creating a double-headed telekinetic dildo, each thick side a slightly smaller replica of John's cock. She slid the upwards tilted end into her own pussy, biting her bottom lip as the flanged base nudged into her clit. The other end bobbed in front of her, aimed at the tight star between Calara's wonderfully firm cheeks.

"Are you ready, baby?" she purred, hugging Calara tight.

"Give it to me," Calara hissed, staring intently into John's eyes.

He grasped her taut buttocks and pulled them apart, then watched Calara's pupils dilate and her mouth fall open as Alyssa's telekinetic cock pushed at the entrance to her rear passage. The psychic blonde was able to taper the head to help ease her penetration and Calara let out a disbelieving groan as she was slowly stuffed full of a second thick cock.

John could feel her pussy tightening around him with the extra pressure, Alyssa's psychic shaft rubbing against his own through the membrane separating them both. The slick lube helped her slide deep into Calara's belly, leaving the brunette absolutely stuffed.

"Oh my God..." Calara whimpered, falling forward into John's arms.

John peered over the brunette's shoulder and stared in amazement at the glowing white phallus that was stretching out Calara's ass. "Are you okay with that stuffed in there too?" he asked with concern.

"There's no pain.. just so full," Calara managed to mutter.

Alyssa pressed her weight down on Calara, folding herself around her lover. "There you go, baby," she crooned, leaning in to kiss the Latina's neck. "I told you we'd take care of you."

"Mmmhmm," Calara hummed, instinctively trying to move her hips.

Giving John a sly grin, Alyssa said, "The poor girl needs me to fuck her. Can you show me how?"

Catching her meaning, he grinned and reached behind the Latina, placing his hands on Alyssa's hips and taking a firm grip. With his phenomenal strength it was easy for him to slowly push her away, sliding the fake cock back a few inches and causing Calara to let out a low moan.

"You okay?" he asked the Latina, feeling the shaft sliding against his own through those tightly stretched passages.

"Don't stop any of it!" Calara pleaded with him.

John spoke to Alyssa in a clear, instructive tone, "When you've got a gorgeous young woman underneath you, you don't just start grinding away, no matter how much you want to fuck her senseless. You need to start out slow." He pulled Alyssa closer, impaling Calara up to the hilt once again. "There, nice and gentle like that. Tell her she's a good girl, it'll help her relax for you."

Alyssa's eyes were blazing with excitement as she gazed at him. She never broke that heated stare for a second as she leaned forward and murmured in Calara's ear, "You're such a good girl. Just relax for me, baby..."

Calara mewled in response as she trembled between them.

"Very good," John said, his own cock lurching inside the brunette. "Now, pull back and thrust in again. When she's docile and compliant, you can start picking up the pace a little."

Following his instructions, Alyssa eased back, helped by John's firm grip on her hips. Her eyelids fluttered as she drove forward again, the flared base of the double-headed psychic dildo rubbing against her own clit. He helped her through several more thrusts, and soon both teenagers were letting out very unladylike groans in time with the debauched squelching that filled the room.

"Is that good?" John asked Calara, who had sagged against him, shuddering as Alyssa buggered her.

"So fucking good..." Calara sobbed.

He lifted her head up so he could stare into her eyes and said, "Ready for me to fuck you too?"

She placed her hands on his shoulders so she could hold herself up and watch his face. When he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her a few inches, Calara wailed as he stuffed his cock inside her again. Alyssa placed her own hands on Calara's shoulders, riding the groaning girl while John pumped her up and down his shaft. It didn't take the Latina long to orgasm, not while being double penetrated like that.

Calara screamed her release, eyes scrunched closed as they both pistoned in and out of her body, her senses overloaded with pleasure. Alyssa joined her shortly afterwards, rubbing against Calara's perfect bubble butt to stimulate own clit to climax. John could have easily joined them then and there, but he reminded himself this was supposed to be about Calara. He kept bouncing her up and down on his shaft, grinding against her clit when he fully impaled her on his shaft.

The Latina was reduced to a whimpering, mewling wreck as she came again and again, her body trembling as she rode the successive waves of each throbbing climax. Alyssa wasn't in a much better state, having blown her own mind with the thrill of fucking her girlfriend in the ass.

John could feel that steadily building tension in his quad, his four balls heavy with the seed that he desperately wanted to pump into the beautiful girls writhing above him. "I need to cum!" he grunted to them both.

Knowing what he had in mind, Alyssa immediately responded, dispelling the telekinetic cocks that had been impaling her and Calara. She dismounted the Latina, who let out a cry of protest, then knelt to one side to give them room. John cradled Calara in his arms as he moved forward, lying her back on the bed, and covering her with his much larger body.