Captain Terdy's First Week: Day 4 PM

The cry carried clearly into Casanova’s cabin.

Dr Prominent stopped her slow sybaritic rise and fall. “That was the captain.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” said Casanova whose rigid member was enjoying being buried deep in the doctor.

They looked each other in the eye, both wondering the implications.

In Ramrod’s cabin, Sweetass and Ramrod did not have the advantage of first-hand experience of the captain’s screaming orgasms. She was bent straight-legged over his desk, her stretch of flesh between boots and corset was, in Ramrod’s opinion, the perfect framing for the slick fucking he was giving her. He paused at the first cry.

Sweetass looked around. “Was that the captain?”

“Can’t have been,” said Ramrod focusing on the feel of her passage and the sight of her ass.

“It kind of sounded like the captain.”

“Ha! As if.” It was Ramrod’s unshakable faith that captains didn’t have sex with their crew.

“Can you imagine fucking her? How hot would that be?”

“Uh, yeah, that would be pretty hot. But so are you my whip mistress.”

***

Notionally Innocent peeked out of her cabin. That had definitely been the captain. She could hear noises coming from the rec room. The cabin door beside her’s cracked open and Tinfoil looked out.

“Oh, hello Tinfoil,” she said.

“Ah, oh, um,” began Tinfoil nervously, “hi.”

He went quiet and looked at her. The noises from the rec room were undeniable. She could see him going red. Notionally was never one to let a chance go by. “You know Tinfoil, we haven’t really had a chance to chat before now.”

“Oh, yeah. Um…”

“Perhaps you could invite me in… For a cup of something maybe?”

“Ah, um, well. Um, I guess…”

“Wonderful. Thank you.” She closed her door behind her and waited for him to usher her in. His cabin was littered with flimsies which he pushed off his bunk.

“Ah, sorry about the mess. I was just checking some stuff.”

“Oh,” she said looking at one. It was a star map with annotations on human worlds. “Anything interesting?”

“Um, well, um, not really.” She sensed something hiding behind that statement, but decided not to pursue it yet.

“So how long have you been in the service Tinfoil?” she asked sitting herself down.

“Oh, ah, since I graduated. I was a station brat.” He sat on the bed. He felt nervous having Notionally here in his cabin. Like he was doing something wrong. She was very attractive and very sweet. The sort of girl he dreamed about. She sat primly in her chair smiling serenely and confidently. Completely unaware of the effect her trim figure and crossed legs were having on him.

“Fancy that,” she replied. “So were my sister and me. We’re twins. We grew up on McCloud Station.”

“I moved around a lot. I don’t think I really grew up anywhere.”

“That must have been tough. Hard to keep friends.”

“Um, yeah. I’ve, um, got some friends on the net.”

“No sweetheart?”

Tinfoil couldn’t help looking a little sad. “No. Um, not really.” He’d had two girlfriends. Both relationships had been a slow and awkward progression towards the point where they saw his dick. Both had had a problem with his size. One was apologetic and considerate, one was straight out dismissive. Either way, the relationships hadn’t survived the strain. He was kind of resigned to it now.

“Well, you’re a nice looking guy. How about some of the girls on this ship? Wunderlick seems nice.”

“Oh, um,” he said flustered, “um, I don’t really know her.”

“What about the doctor? She’s a very impressive lady.”

“Ah, um, oh, well, I think I’m a bit young for the doctor surely.”

“Hmm, you might be surprised. You know you don’t need to be looking for a long term relationship. I bet some of the girls on this ship would be happy to have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” She gave him a wink. He went bright red, looked down, and put his hands in his lap.

“Oh, I’m not sure… I mean probably not with me. You know…”

“Nonsense, you’re a handsome guy. I mean, well, it’s not something I’d normally do of course, but…” She stood up and sat down beside him on the bed. “you know. If you feel like it I’ll sit with you.”

“Oh, um, just sit?”

“Sure,” she said slipping an arm around him. She felt a tiny flinch. She could see a tremor in his hands, which were still folded in his lap. She’d rarely seen a guy so nervous. She felt he was attracted - the way he looked at her in particular - but something was worrying him, holding him back. She regarded it as a challenge. He smelled nice. She always put a high value on liking the smell of a man.

“Oh, thanks,” he said.

He didn’t seem inclined to talk so she tried to open with something they had in common. “So, what did you think of the captain’s speech this morning?”

“Yeah, ah, it’ll be good to have some comms. I guess.”

“No, I mean about turning a blind eye to, you know, stuff, on board.”

“Oh, um…” Tinfoil hadn’t really paid attention to that. It didn’t seem to apply to him. Never having been hooked into the gossip chain it was quite common for him to listen through incomprehensible disciplinary speeches about incidents that everyone was assumed to know about. He just listened and assumed someone had screwed up and everything would go on as normal. “Ah, yeah, seemed ok I guess.”

Notionally laughed. “She’s a Va Va, Tinfoil, don’t you think that was a bit odd?”

“Well, I guess.”

“I’ll tell you what else is odd. Basically all the crew on this ship are on probation for too much inappropriate you know what. Does that strike you as odd?”

“Really?”

Finally, she thought, some genuine interest. “Yeah, which makes me wonder about you Tinfoil. Have you been a bad boy?”

“Me? No! I mean, not like that. I…” He shut his mouth. She wouldn’t understand. She’d laugh at him, and he desperately wanted her not to. She was so delicate and feminine, her soft fair hair, her elfin face. She was the beautiful little nerdy woman he’d always dreamed about. Against all expectation, she was sitting here with her arm around him. Something about what she’d said suddenly penetrated. “Ah, when you say all the crew… Apart from us you mean?”

“Well,” she said squeezing him and putting her other hand on his thigh, “apart from you maybe.”

“Oh.” She was snuggling close, turning her head to his, running her hand down between his thighs. Her subtle perfume was filling his senses. Her breath on his neck. His worst nightmare was coming true, he was getting an erection. “Um, perhaps I should make some tea.”

“Perhaps,” she said in a soft deep sultry voice, “or perhaps you should kiss me.” She didn’t wait for his response, but brought up the arm holding him to his head to steady it, and gently moved in for a soft kiss.

Tinfoil was swept away. He’d pretty well given up hope with girls. He forgot his problems for at least a minute and just let her kiss him. It wasn’t till he felt her hand slide over the growing bulge in his pants that he panicked. “Ah,” he mumbled as he fought to get his hands over it and avoid her feeling it. “Um, can we just sit?”

“Tinfoil,” she said seriously, “is there a problem with me touching your dick?”

“Ah, well, I’d just prefer to sit I think.”

“Tinfoil, are you embarrassed about the size of your cock?” She could see she’d hit the mark. He looked at her sadly and all the fight went out of him. She hated it when men worried about their size.

“Yeah,” he said morosely “It’s kind of a problem.”

“I’m sure it’s not really a problem. I’m not fussy about size.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not a matter of being fussy I think. The only girls I’ve been with have said it’s just not possible. So… yeah.”

“Well, you let me be the judge of that.” She kissed him again. “You just lie down and let me take care of things ok?” She kept up her massage as she spoke. By the feel of things there was no problem at all.

“Ah,” he said nervously, “it’s ok, really. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.” She did want to. Something about this reluctant nervous guy was turning her on. More than just the challenge. She slipped to the floor and pulled his legs apart, rubbing the very definite bulge in his pants as she put her face close to it and licked her lips.

Tinfoil was getting hard, nothing would stop it now. Looking down at her beautiful eager face, he finally conceded that if he said no now he would never forgive himself. Better to get rejected again than never know what she might have said. He removed his hands from where they were playing interference. “Ok,” he said quietly.

She pulled open his pants and pulled out a big but still not firm cock. It was impressive and growing as she touched it. “Tinfoil, your cock is great,” she said. “How is this a problem?” He didn’t respond and she stroked it as it continued to swell, and swell. It just kept growing as she felt the velvet skin and stroked it. It was amazing; it was huge before it was even hard. Her eyes went wide and she had to move back to see its glory as it finally settled into swollen turgid greatness. She was stunned. She’d seen a few cocks in her time but this took the cake. “Fuck Tinfoil! It’s magnificent! How the fuck is this a problem? It’s huge.” She looked up at him. “Did some bimbo tell you it wouldn’t go in?”

Tinfoil was light headed with the joy of her stroking. “Ah, well, yeah. A couple actually.”

“Well you put that out of your mind right now. They were idiots. Trust me, if a girl’s aroused, it will go in. And I can tell you this cock is definitely turning this girl on.” She put her head down to where she could get her lips to the huge head and took it into her mouth. She had to open hugely wide. It felt wonderful. She gripped the shaft with both hands and let herself get lost in the feel of the monster.

Tinfoil watched her take it, feeling her soft mouth from the inside while he watched her lips clamp over the head and her delicate feminine hands touch his shaft. He’d never felt anything so wonderful. It wasn’t only the physical feelings, it was a beautiful girl enjoying his cock. It seemed to exponentially increase the sensitivity and his own arousal. He found himself panting despite expending no effort. His cock was harder than ever, absolutely rigid. Bigger even. It didn’t seem to faze her at all. She closed her eyes and rotated her mouth over the head, occasionally making contented little hums.

She took her mouth off and touched the tip of her nose to it. “I’m going to enjoy getting this in me, I can tell you.” She stood up and unzipped her uniform, sensuously wriggling out of it. Revealing light lace bra and pants.

Tinfoil just watched entranced. Her curves were perfectly proportioned for her small stature. She undid the bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving only her lace pants. Her breasts were not large in absolute terms, but relative to her size, beautiful full globes.

Notionally had developed the idea that she had a mission now. This was a cock that should not be wasted. Not a cock that should be sitting in a cabin too afraid to thrust boldly into an eager vagina. She wanted him to be hungry to fuck. Hungry now, hungry tomorrow. Hungry to give a girl what she wanted. If this was his first time, she needed to make it special enough to get him out there. Make him eager to do it again. It was getting increasingly hard to find good men who weren’t caught up in this whole neo-puritan thing. She needed to make him lust for pussy on a daily basis. Her sister, for one, was going to want to see this cock. She moved to stand between his legs and pulled him into a deep lingering tongue filled kiss.

Once they separated, she gently directed his lips down. Down to the swell of her breasts.

Tinfoil could hardly believe the feel of their warm velvety softness under his lips. It made his cock strain with rigidity. When his lips struck her nipples he sucked and tongued and she murmured gently, encouraging him.

***

“I don’t understand why she likes being tied up?” said the captain in reference to the current movie. She’d been having a bit of a heart-to-heart with the four crew members about her former naivety and her introduction to recreational carnal delights. The three girls were sitting naked on the couch with her in the middle. The boys were eating Wunderlick and Perky, so both of them had a bit of trouble focusing on the captain’s statement. Wunderlick in particular was quivering and overly engulfed in the flow of stimulation from Solid’s tongue. She wasn’t even watching the movie at this point - her head lolling back with closed eyes.

“Oh, um,” said Perky as she fondled her own breast and spread her legs wide for Hardparts. “It can be quite liberating ma’am. No decisions. No choices. It’s amazing how it gives you focus.”

The captain watched the girl on screen while Wunderlick leant on her and reached her climax. She vibrated and convulsed her way through her orgasm. The captain found it quite arousing. It was very contagious.

Eventually Wunderlick settled down to a happy swoon.

“I got bound once. It was intense,” Wunderlick said. “But I think you have to have trust.”

“You should try it Captain,” said Perky.

***

Notionally finally slithered seductively out of her lace pants. She pulled his desk out, hitched her ass on it, and lifted one knee, coyly hiding her pussy, then dropped her torso to her elbows and thrust her breasts up. She’d just finished pulling his clothes off. “Tinfoil,” she said, “sometimes a girl needs to be penetrated by a big hard cock. What do you think about that?”

Tinfoil didn’t know what to think. His brain wasn’t functioning on that level. His erection was straining and throbbing. He moved to her and she raised one leg and placed her ankle on his shoulder, the other she wrapped round his waist. His cock was projecting over her slit, a bead of clear lubricant growing on the tip. “Um…” he said looking down at her. He placed a hand round the calf of the leg over his shoulder, the other on the warm soft flesh of her abdomen. “Um…” he’d forgotten the question.

“Mmm, Tinfoil, touch my breasts,” she said, projecting them provocatively. He obeyed like a man in a dream, sliding the hand on her stomach up to fondle her breast. She had him totally focused, she could see that. He watched her breasts with laser intensity as he kneaded the soft flesh.

She reached down and gently touched his balls with the tips of her nails, just gently teasing tickles. Then up the shaft. She could feel it jerk. It was super rigid. Her own self-control was starting to crumble. “Hmm, Tinfoil, how do you know if a girl is ready? Have you thought about that? How do you know if she’s ready to have your big hard cock penetrate her? Ready for you to push its head deep into her? Hmm?”

“Um… how?” he said distracted but suddenly desperate.

She lay back flat, taking her hand from his cock. “Well, you could see if she’s wet. You could take your cock and sort of fish it round in her lips, see if she’s soft and wet and warm. Am I wet? Can you tell if I’m wet?” She was fantastically wet, she knew that. Her own desperation to feel his cock in her was starting to distract her. He released her breast and soon she felt his cock head touching her. It made her shudder with pleasure. She closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her. She could hear the slick noises matching the intense toe curling stimulation of her clit.

“Ah,” said Tinfoil, “I think you’re wet.”

“Yes. I am aren’t I.” She didn’t say anything else. She just waited for him to get the idea while she lay back and enjoyed the feel of his cock head sliding over her clit. Her body was in a state of torpor but her pussy was electric. Her breathing was deep and relaxed.

Tinfoil looked down at her small slit and his huge cock as he held it to her. It didn’t seem possible, but she seemed to want him to try. He was incredibly tense. He wanted this so badly, but he was terrified it wouldn’t work. His cock head felt glorious as he rubbed it gently over her clit, but he wanted more so badly it hurt. He lowered his cock a little and gently pressed into her opening. He could see her flesh stretching as he tried to ease the head in. He stopped, frightened he was going to hurt her, but she hadn’t reacted. He pushed a bit more, and before he knew it, her flesh closed over the head and she sighed contentedly. He was in, actually in her flesh. His cock was iron hard and he felt fulfilled. He moved it a little. It felt fantastic. He let go of the shaft and held her legs while he gave tiny pelvic thrusts, as much as he felt safe doing in her small body.

“Oh,” said Notionally, “oh yes. So, Tinfoil, how do you know if a girl wants you to push your big cock deep into her?”
“Um… I, um, I don’t know.”

“It’s a trick question. If you get this far, she wants it. She wants you to penetrate her with your enormous thing.”

“Oh.” He pushed in, watching his shaft slide slowly between her wet flesh.

“Ugh,” she mumbled. “Yes, yes, slowly, all the way.”

He kept going. He felt his cock head gently nudge the end of her passage before he finished, and progressed very slowly until he was all in, stretching her elastic passage to his size. He rested, looking at the base of his shaft buried deep in her body, feeling the involuntary jerks of his cock.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” she said, still with her eyes closed, “What’s the essence of fucking Tinfoil? What’s it all about?”

“Tell me,” he said simply.

“Movement honey. Movement.”

He moved.

“Ah, fuck yes,” said Notionally. Finally, she thought. She’d been fit to burst with anticipation. She unwound the leg round his back and put it up on his other shoulder and gripped the edge of the table with her hands to stop him pushing her further on. She settled back and waited for the orgasm she knew was coming.

Tinfoil gripped her ankles as he thrust his cock steadily in and out. Not huge strokes. He still found it hard to believe she was ok with it. It felt right anyway, wonderful stimulation of his dick. Her gripping vagina was the perfect feel, taking control of him and forcing him to fuck her. He watched her face as he did it. Watched her parted lips. She looked entranced. Her mouth opening wider as she panted. Her breasts were rising and falling with her deep breaths. The sight of her enjoying his thrusting cock did something to him. He pushed harder, a little faster. She grunted and looked pained. He reduced the pace.

“No!” she said urgently. “Harder! Don’t slow!”

He sped up again, realizing that wasn’t pain. The look came back. Golden feelings were flooding his cock. He could feel her vagina flooding with moisture. Then she was moaning and then, with a gasp, she arched. Her cunt gripped him extra tight and he watched her orgasm on his cock. He couldn’t help himself. He thrust and thrust. The sight was calling to him to fuck her. She collapsed back down.

“Yes, yes,” she said, “more. Fuck me more.”

He couldn’t help but oblige. His cock felt so wonderful. Unbelievably hard. He looked down to where he was penetrating her. It didn’t seem possible she could take it, the comparison to her small frame was extreme, but taking it she was, with pleasure. He pulled her legs open where he was holding them by her ankles and let his pelvis have free rein with her. His cock really enjoying the friction of her slick passage.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. He was properly taking control now. Pulling her legs open and pounding her. She loved it. She loved how he was becoming unrestrained, letting himself go. She gripped the edge of the desk and opened her eyes, meeting his. “Yes,” she panted. “It’s so fucking good. I love your big cock in me Tinfoil. Every inch of it.” She could feel her next orgasm lurking.

“Yes… yes… more… so fucking… argh…” it came, rising out of her pussy and enveloping her. Her body twisted and squirmed. She shuddered and gasped her way through the great wave of pleasure.

As soon as she could she looked him in the eye again. “I’m going to turn over.” She pulled her legs into a tuck and rolled over onto the bed, then splayed her knees out. It was incredible, he stayed in the whole time. He picked up his thrusting. She lifted herself on her arms and looked over her shoulder. “You know, that’s the great thing about a big cock like yours. Lots of flexibility with positions. A girl can really move around how she wants and it always reaches the spot.”

Tinfoil didn’t know what to say. “Um, good.” He was totally distracted. It felt different with her turned over. Different was somehow good. There was something intensely erotic about the way she thrust her rear up to receive his cock, the way she splayed her legs wide. She put her head down and he concentrated on fucking her. The feeling was incredible. He could hear her panting and making soft little grunts. It was really turning him on. He pounded her the way that made the most noise, and soon he was pretty sure he could feel her coming again.

It was the last straw. He could feel his whole groin surging with an intense wash of erotic desire. “Oh fuck!” He had time to cry, and then the flood rose through his balls and out his cock in body racking pleasure. He was dimly aware of her crying out and coming with him, but his own ejaculation dominated his senses. He’d never felt anything like it. Absolute abandonment to the fulfillment of sexual release into an eager hot girl. “Fuck!” he growled again as he shot his load deep in her.

“Yes!” she cried in response. “Come in me!”

He pushed deep and emptied torrents of cum into her deepest part. It left him shaking, panting, and weak kneed. He collapsed on his arms, leaning over her, still buried.

***

The moment the captain felt the hastily fabricated ball gag tighten over her mouth a rush of panic overcame her. She couldn’t command, she couldn’t direct. Being in control was the essence of her self. Now she couldn’t. She strained at the bonds and tried to speak. Only a muffled sound came out. They’d tied her to the shelves in the rec room. She was spread eagled in an upright position with very little wriggle room. Wunderlick and Perky had promised to supervise. She felt very exposed now. She couldn’t cover herself even if she wanted to. The way the boys were looking at her as she instinctively strained at her bonds and mumbled was turning her on. They both had hard erections which she couldn’t help but watch with alarm. Hardparts stepped forward and cupped one of her breasts. It was simple but electrifying. The mere fact she was powerless made her incredibly sensitive to the gesture. If she’d been free, she would have done things. Touched him, or shown him her other breast, but now all she could do was submit to his touch and strain. He pulled her nipple sharply, which made her moan. She felt her pussy tingling. She desperately wanted him to touch it, but nothing she could do would communicate that.

“Pull the other one,” said Perky.

Hardparts ran his hand gently round the swell of her other breast, then pulled the nipple. It made her breasts heave with arousal and desire.

“Pinch it,” she said, “harder than that.”

He pinched and pulled. Her nipples were now super erect and pointing like turrets. She grunted when he did it.

“Good, good.”

He continued to tease her nipples until she thought she’d die from quivering frustration. She was on the verge of coming.

“She’s leaking,” said Solid.

They all looked down at her pussy. She could feel dampness on her thighs. Hardparts touched her clit with the tip of his finger. Just the most delicate poke. She convulsed as the shock went through her, she pushed her pelvis out in a desperate attempt at more contact, but he just kept his distance. “Mmmmrr,” she said, begging for proper intercouse. Hardparts just wiggled her clit with the tip of his finger. It was destroying her. So intense, yet not enough. She strained at her bonds, desperate to escape and wrap her cunt round one of their cocks.

“Fuck that’s hot,” said Wunderlick. “I reckon she’s close.”

“Fuck her,” said Perky.

Hardparts stepped right up to her, holding his dick and positioning it at her slit. She quivered and strained when it touched. His body was right up against her now. She could feel his heat, smell him, feel his touch on her breasts, but she couldn’t grab him. He pushed in with his cock. Perky was right, her focus on that cock sliding into her was total. She closed her eyes and lived its glorious sliding penetration with all her being. Now she understood what Perky had said. She had no control, and it was liberating. Nothing she wanted would stop him fucking her, and it felt wonderful. She watched them all watching her get fucked, powerless. Hardparts’ cock was so wonderful. He was rough now, thrusting deeply into her, satisfying his own urges and the girls cheerleading. Perky yelling at him to fuck her harder, and Wunderlick to screw her brains out. They didn’t need to whoop and cheer. He was doing it. His chest repeatedly squashed her breasts. She pulled hard on her bonds as the critical feelings in her pussy passed endurance. She had no way of telling him fast or slow, he just pounded his own hard solid pace. Her cunt convulsed with a hard orgasm, but he didn’t slack or change in the slightest.

She bit the gag and cried with the intensity of her climax which just kept getting pumped by his cock. It was mind blowing, it kept coming. His rough penetration left no room for her to subside. She saw Solid stroking his big hard cock as he watched her, and it just made her want more. Another orgasm surged through her from her pussy. Piling up on the last. Still he went at it. She yelled into her gag, but even she didn’t know what she was yelling. Suddenly Hardparts was coming in her, pushing deep and solidly with each pump. She loved this bit, where a man came. It was a sharing act. It sent a message: I really like fucking you. It was the best thing. He pulled out. She didn’t want him to, she gripped and tried to hold him in. But she needn’t have worried, Solid stepped straight up and pushed his huge meaty cock deep into her wet passage. Now it was on all over again. He was just as insistent, and she came even harder if anything. It was amazing being bound and powerless to stop the seemingly endless stream of orgasms. Solid grabbed and monstered her breasts as he let himself have full rein with her cunt. She loved it, loved the abandonment to her crew, loved his primitive fucking of her.

***

Notionally had him on the bed now, while she straddled his monster and rode it through orgasm after orgasm. “Oh fuck yes Tinfoil. Your dick is so fucking wonderful.”

Tinfoil was in heaven. He looked up as she stimulated him by impaling herself up and down on his rod. He could reach up and feel her beautiful rounded orbs. He let them slide in his hands as she moved, feeling her hard nipples. She seemed to like it. She’d shown him how he could push his knuckles into her pussy while she rode him, which made her come in major back-arching orgasms.

“You have to promise,” she said between gasps, “you have to promise to do my twin sister. You can do us together.”

“Ugh,” he grunted as a particularly nice twist of her cunt caught him. He imagined two of Notionally. It seemed too good to be true. “Ok, I promise.”

“Good,” she said breathlessly. She then lent back, took some weight on her arms, and worked her cunt quickly, rubbing his head against the spot in her cunt that was totally working for her. “Fuck yes. Coming!”

***

Ramrod and Sweetass had collapsed together on his bed in post coital exhaustion. Cuddling together. Now they were quiet the sounds drifting down the corridor outside were apparent.

“What is that?” asked Ramrod.

“Noise,” said Sweetass sleepily.

Ramrod sighed. “It’s a disturbance. We’re going to have to investigate.”

“Ahhh, they’ll go to bed soon. It’s probably just rowdy VR-ing.”

“Oh yeah. You’re security officer. What are you going to say when the captain asks you what that rumpus was last night?”

Now it was Sweetass’ turn to sigh. “Ok. Let’s do it.”

Ramrod threw on his light robe. Sweetass had no other clothes than her boots and light coat.

It probably would have been less dramatic if Captain Terdy hadn’t passed out from a particularly intense orgasm just as they stepped in.

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