Captain Terdy's First Week: Day 5


Ensign Casanova De’Lusional sat in a bar on the Enterprise and considered the color of his drink. Junior Tech Betty Smith slipped into the seat beside him.
“What are you thinking handsome?” she said.
He looked at her carefully. She was delightful in a sweet, wide eyed way. Yet sexy as all hell, from her pert breasts to her smooth legs. Similar, but not exactly the same as Notionally Innocent on the Essex.
“Well, to tell you the truth, I was wondering what got the whole purity movement started.” That was a slightly risky statement, but not overly anti-purity. He was pretty sure Betty wasn’t hardline. No one who flirted like she did could possibly be full prude.
“What purity movement would that be?”
“You know, the Ministry of Moral Turpitude and all that.”
She laughed. “You mean Major Henry? That’s hilarious. Oh wow, so perfect. I’ve got to tell Mary that one.”
“No I mean the real one. On Earth.”
“What?” she said long and drawn out to emphasize her confusion. “Never heard of it.”
He looked at her, trying to put things together. The ministry had been around for at least a year. So it couldn’t just be a figment of his fantasy device’s imagination.
“Are you sure? It’s a real thing.”
“Well, it may be a real thing, but let’s not worry about that. Hey, you know, speaking of Mary, I promised her I’d come to her cabin later to shoot the breeze. Why don’t we grab a bottle and go together? It could be fun.” She smiled coyly and looked mischievous. It was overt enough to get him aroused. He did a double take.
“Wait, what do you mean it may be a real thing, but let’s not worry about that. Is it real?”
“Well, I don’t know much about it. Can you explain it to me? It does sound interesting.”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“Betty, are you real?”
“Well, no. I’m part of the virtual environment. Are you confused?”
“Not any more. So this is all virtual?”
“Yes. This is the environment created for you by the Assisted Diversion Therapy Module, Model ASG-74 Enterprise Edition running the Sexually Active Space Command scenario, Version 46.9.2 patch 6.”
“Oh,” was all Casanova could manage.
Betty rested her hand on his forearm. It was a warm and delicate touch. “So, should we see how Mary is going?”
There was a bottle of wine on the counter. “I am so screwed.” He grabbed it. “Sure! Why not! Tomorrow’s another day.”
***
Ramrod watched as Captain Terdy sailed into the oh-six-hundred-hour parade, crisp, sleek and gorgeous. Her infinite legs were throat catching. She stood before them as an absolute goddess in uniform. He’d been having flashbacks to her spread-eagled naked form all morning. Every time he closed his eyes, she was there. He shook his head again, trying to clear it. He couldn’t look directly at her, he just looked at her ear.
“Good morning,” she said matter-of-factly, “I expect we will come out of supra-light any time now.” It was in the nature of the supra-light system that exact flight times were a mystery. “Barring unforeseen events, we will power up the Ka’Krill comm system before moving in-system. Are there any questions?”
Solid gave an immediate “Ma’am!”
“Yes Solid?”
“Do I still need to give a presentation ma’am? You know, on account of the Lieutenant knocking me out and all ma’am. Medical issue ma’am.”
“Yes, Solid, I’m afraid…”
Before she could finish the ship’s alarms sounded whoop whoop whoop, and the computer spoke. “The ship has exited supra-light.” Whoop whoop whoop.
“Ah excellent.” She quickly went to the room’s terminal and opened the intercom to the ship’s computer. “Captain here. Cancel alarm. What’s our status?”
“Alarms off, ma’am,” responded the computer. “Star identification indicates we are at Too Far Away Two. No abnormal conditions.”
“Very well. Hold steady.” She disconnected. “Right. You know your stations. Dismissed.”
Everybody got busy. She waited to give them a head start and get settled on the bridge. It always unnerved people to come in after the captain. Ramrod hung back and sidled up in a kind of meek bowed head way.
“Ah, ma’am, I’d just like to apologize again about last night. I’ve learnt a valuable lesson about situational assessment ma’am. I’ll be more careful in future.”
“Nonsense Ramrod,” she said. “You really mustn’t blame yourself. The fault was entirely mine. This whole sex thing’s quite new to me. Did Casanova tell you? You should ask him about the big bird. Hilarious really. Anyway, from now on I’ll make sure to put a note in the day log if I’m going to have sex.”
“Ah, no, no ma’am. That isn’t necessary,” said Ramrod stepping back in shock.
“Oh, it’s no problem. We should get moving. They’ll be ready by now.” She moved off. Ramrod fell in beside her. “You know I’ve been thinking,” she continued. “With sex being such a popular recreational activity, I’m guessing there must be some equivalent of a trivia night, or a sparring tournament. You know, something where everybody gets together and has sex. What would that sort of thing be called?”
“Um, you mean like, um, an orgy?” said Ramrod hesitantly.
“Orgy. Sounds like a cleaning implement. So right. We haven’t had a nice whole crew recreational get together yet. I think it’s about time from a morale point of view. Could you organize it?”
“Um, certainly, um, what specifically were you thinking about ma’am? A trivia night is it?”
“No no, an orgy.”
Ramrod opened his mouth, but at that moment the door to the bridge slid open and the captain sailed through, chin high and totally in charge. She sat in the command chair.
“Notionally, bring the target area up on the view screen.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The large view screen showed inky black with stars for backdrop.
She activated the engine room intercom. “Wunderlick, are we ready?”
“Aye ma’am. Power plant is run up to max. The Ka’Krill system is a shade of purple-green.”
“Very well. Notionally, activate the system please.”
“Yes ma’am.” She pressed the contact.
Nothing happened for a moment, then the view screen showed an orange sparkle. It grew into a torus a couple of meters across with a purple glowing interior.
“Gate up ma’am. Permission to deploy comms probe.”
“Activate.”
An articulated arm extended into the view area and aimed a lance at the heart of the purple void.
“We have signal,” said Notionally watching her board. “We have bits… Yes, sector command’s ID ma’am… We have acks. Wow, ten bits per second ma’am, we’re doing well today.”
“Very good,” said the captain. “Excellent work everybody. Let’s hope it stays up.”
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***
There was a note from Admiral Forlorn. “Dear Captain Terdy. Sorry for the file mix up. You definitely have the right crew. Just a file mix-up. Nothing to worry about. The list I gave you was correct obviously. I definitely did not give you the wrong list.” She flipped through the new crew files. Ramrod had a citation for bravery from the Gungasnesh incident, for which he was promoted. The only thing they all had in common was their off-duty proclivities. She still had the flimsy Admiral Forlorn had given her. She retrieved it and read the heading. “Top ten by number of citations.”
There was a tap on the door. “Enter.”
A nervous looking Computer Tech Tinfoil Hat came in. “You wanted to see me ma’am.”
“Yes. Please have a seat.”
“Thank you ma’am.” Tinfoil wasn’t sure about the captain. He still harbored a deep distrust of Va Vas. She may be playing a deep game.
“Tinfoil - may I call you Tinfoil?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Tinfoil, why is there two and a half billion hours of holo-vid porn in the ship’s library?”
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This morning’s Tinfoil was a degree more forthright. He swallowed his nerves. “Um, I put it there ma’am.”
“Right. I see. I must admit I thought it was part of ship’s inventory at first. Why?”
“Aliens ma’am. They want to take our porn. I’m preserving it.”
“Oh. Which aliens would that be?”
“We don’t know exactly yet ma’am. They’re shooting people with rays of pure thoughts. We have to protect ourselves and our porn ma’am.”
“‘We’?”
“Yes ma’am. We’re a registered conspiracy theory ma’am. Well, our registration hasn’t actually been granted yet, which is very suspicious don’t you think? We fulfil all the requirements for an unverifiable belief system, plus we have proof. We believe the Department of Faith has been infiltrated.”
“I see. You do realize you’ve been specifically forbidden from doing this. You do realize you are on your last warning?”
“Uh,” he sighed, “yes ma’am. But it’s too important ma’am.”
“You really believe aliens are trying to steal our porn?”
“Not steal as such ma’am. What would aliens want with human porn? They just don’t want us to have it. There’s almost none left ma’am apart from our collection.”
“Really?”
“Yes ma’am. The Anti Promiscuity League and the Association of Right Minded Individuals regularly launch search and delete bots. There’s talk of redoing the classifications again. Spacecraft in supra light are about the only safe place now.”
“I see. Very well, I’m logging an order to store your porn collection in the ship’s library, retrospective to our day of departure.”
“Please ma’am… oh,” he said as his brain caught up. “Oh, so I can leave it there?”
“Yes Tinfoil, for now.”
“Oh.” He stood and saluted. “Thank you ma’am.”
“You’re welcome Tinfoil. Dismissed.”
***
Notionally Innocent wrote furiously. She was angry. She was sad. She didn’t know what to do. There were only hours of comm channel time left when she got her sister’s letter.
Dear Sis. Sex is wrong? What!!? How can you, my twin, say such a thing. Sex is NOT a disgusting habit. What are you thinking? Was it wrong last month when you came all those times from that guy in freight? Was it wrong when we had sex with the entire Space Command male space ball team? What about when we convinced the male half of the zeta commando squad to tie us up and gang-bang us - how can you say THAT was wrong?
Sis, I don’t know what’s got into you. Please please get better soon. There are some very nice men on this ship. I promise I will bring you a good one as soon as I get back.
***
“Too Far Away Two is,” began the colony’s own cultural sensitivity notes, “a virtuous society focused on purity and chastity; comfortably separated from the promiscuous moral turpitude of other planets.” Captain Terdy thought it was a good thing she’d learnt about sex before she read that. It would have been one of those baffling statement. Now she could translate. Ultra-prudes. Each to their own, she thought, but she felt for any young woman of her biological age. It would be the same as being a normal Va Va. Forced into a mold. Never knowing humanity’s crowning glory - a really good multiple orgasm. That slow burning anger was back. She mentally put it aside.
She stood on the bridge flanked on one side by Ramrod, on the other by Notionally Innocent and Ensign De’Lusional. Culturally appropriate shapeless floor-length ponchos made them all look like heads on green plinths. Sweetass stood off-camera.
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The screen came to life in two parts. What might be a woman, and a half-tonne armored mollusk that was definitely an alien.
“Good day,” began Captain Terdy. “Thank you Officer Completely Disgusted for arranging our call. If I may introduce our members, on my left is Lieutenant Ramrod Straight, on my right is Science Officer Notionally Innocent and Ensign Casanova De’Lusional.”
“Thank you Captain Terdy, said a woman’s voice. I would like to introduce Quangoon, the last of the Quangoon on Too Far Away Two.”
“Thank you Completely. If I may get straight to business, we are trying to trace the whereabouts of Commander Hand Solo. We know he was visiting Too Far Away Two recently. Can you tell us anything about his movements?”
“Yes,” replied Completely, “He was here, but thankfully he has gone.”
“Thankfully?” asked the captain. “Why is that?”
“Well, Captain, your name, it’s a Va Va name is it not?”
“It is.”
“Well, I’m sure you understand then. Space Command has a… reputation. We do not like to associate ourselves with disgusting people like that. Excepting yourself of course.”
“I s e e , ” said Captain Terdy with a steel edged and painful slowness. “Right. Can you tell us where he went?”
“No, I’m afraid we can’t.”
“Well, can you tell us anything about his activities before he left?”
“Yes we can, this is my reason for inviting Quangoon. Commander Solo spent much time investigating the abandoned Quangoon colony buildings. He spoke to Quangoon at length. Quangoon, if you would be so kind, will you tell the Captain about your contact with Commander Solo?”
The mollusk extended and waved a number of stalks from between the haphazard collection of what looked like found objects that adhered to its slimy skin. The translator kicked in.
“Yes. I talked to Commander Solo. We had long conversations about my race and why we are so few here on Too Far Away Two. He was interested in the old poem of the <unknown race name>. I told him what I knew, which is basically what the P’Rude have told us about it.”
“What is the old poem?”
“It’s called the Far Away Poem” replied Completely Disgusted. “It’s a poem carved in meter high script in a sphere of Krell steel in a crater out in the desert. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“How does it go?”
“Oh, let me remember. Um, ’For too long, the creeping doom, X-rays of oblivion, we are gone, you are warned.’ Of course, that’s a translation of a translation. The ‘X’ is the name of some race we don’t know. The Quangoon never met the race of the original script, but they got the translation from another race.”
“Hmm,” said Captain Terdy. “At face value one might think a warning carved in Krell steel was worth paying attention to. Who are the P’Rude?”
“Oh,” said Completely Disgusted, “they are a race of quite wonderful ultra-pacifists from deep in gamma quadrant. I’m surprised you don’t know of them. I believe the Va Va Vroomzeons obtained their technology from them. They have a communications relay station not far from here. We used to exchange messages. The humans from Too Far Away One moved there.”
“Hmm. That is interesting,” said Captain Terdy with a calculating stare. “Quangoon, what have the P’Rude told you about the old poem?”
“That it is ancient fantasy and has no modern meaning.”
“So, where is this P’Rude relay station?”
“Oh, it’s out in gamma quadrant,” said Completely Disgusted. “Not far from here.”
“Good, if you could forward the coordinates.”
“Oh, we don’t know exactly where it is. But it’s nearby.”
“What do you mean you don’t know exactly where it is?” said the captain in startled surprise.
“Good heavens Captain,” said Completely Disgusted, “you people. Solo had the same attitude. We don’t need to know where it is.”
“Quangoon?” asked the Captain.
“Commander Solo did ask me that. I don’t know either. People used to know, but they are all dead now. I think he went looking for records or something.”
“I see… Ah, did Commander Solo leave any notes? Anything?”
“We really wouldn’t know, Captain,” said Completely Disgusted. “Morally bankrupt perverts are not welcome in our colony.” She shivered. “He was living out in the Quangoon buildings.”
“I see. Can you tell me where? Exactly?”
“Oh yes, of course. We wouldn’t want to go there by mistake.”
“Thank you Completely Disgusted, Quangoon. If you could forward us the location, I think that will be enough for today.”
“Oh, at last,” said Completely Disgusted. The connection broke.
They all took their ponchos off. Captain Terdy threw hers to the floor and kicked it angrily into a corner.
“Don’t like ponchos ma’am?” ask Ramrod, thinking she was extremely attractive when she was angry. He had another flashback to her sweat-shiny body and the trickle of cum sliding down her inner thigh.
“Something like that,” she replied.
“Those coordinates are coming through ma’am,” said Casanova.
“Good,” said the captain. “Sweetass, Ramrod, transporter room. You’re the away team. Notionally, you’re transporter operator. See what you can find.”
“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison and hurried out.
Captain Terdy plumped down in the command chair. Casanova stood and waited.
“You’re quiet today Casanova,” said the captain softly so Tinfoil wouldn’t hear. “Everything ok?”
“Oh, um, yeah, yes ma’am. Everything’s fine.”
“I bet you could teach her a thing or two.”
“Sorry, who ma’am?”
“Madam Completely Disgusted.”
“Oh,” he said dully.
They waited in silence for a few more minutes.
“Poor Ramrod is so embarrassed,” she said.
“Oh, is that to do with what Solid said? I haven’t heard.”
“Oh, it’s nothing really. He and Sweetass came into the rec room while I was having sex with Solid.”
“Solid?”
“Well, not just Solid. Hardparts too. And Wunderlick and Perky. Of course I wasn’t having sex with them, but they did help get me bound and gagged,” she laughed. “Another day, another lesson about sex. I’ve got a lot to learn obviously.”
“And Ramrod hit Solid?”
“Yes. Decked him apparently. I didn’t actually see it. I’d just blacked out from a particularly intense orgasm. I can’t imagine what he was thinking.”
“Ah,” began Casanova. At that moment the intercom buzzed. “Captain, we’re away,” came Ramrod’s voice. “I think this is the place Captain. I think Commander Hand didn’t entirely trust the local colonists ma’am.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, there’s a sign on the door. It says ‘Warning: pad of a single male who probably did unspeakable things in here. Only enter if you’re comfortable with that.’ Sweetass says she’s comfortable with that. We’re going in.”
“Good. See if you can find any hint about the location of the P’Rude relay st…”
“Found it.”
“Pardon?”
“The coordinates are written on the wall captain.”
***
“Lieutenant, you wanted to see me?” said Casanova as he stepped into Ramrod’s cabin.
“Yes. Have a seat,” said Ramrod gesturing to his visitor’s chair. He was still unsettled and nervous despite the busy day. He wasn’t quite sure what to ask. “Um, so did you hear about last night?”
“Oh, ah, I heard something, but didn’t give it any weight. I know how people exaggerate,” Casanova said diplomatically.
“Right. It caught me by surprise. I really didn’t expect the captain to be… um. You know. Anyway, she said something. Not then. This morning. Something about sex being new to her. Asked me if you’d told me. Um. Told me what?”
A sense of impending doom came over Casanova. The thing was, second-in-commands were the worst. An independent commander like the captain could make her own decisions. You could always appeal to her better nature, or just ask for mercy. But a second-in-command always walked around with their superior officer on their shoulder. Always imagining them judging if they weren’t strict enough. Once a report has been written up, the captain will always back it. Oh, the captain may say there’s no need to be so strict next time, but it’ll be too late for this time.
“Um, oh, well, very interesting actually. You see, the Va Va seem to have made a mistake with our captain. She, um, didn’t seem to know anything about, you know, the um birds and the bees.”
Ramrod raised his eyebrows and waited for Casanova to continue, but Casanova always felt least said was best. Ramrod finally asked, “What about the big bird?”
Casanova grinned. “Oh yeah. I asked her if she knew where babies came from. She suggested maybe a big bird brought them.”
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Ramrod’s eyebrows lifted further. “I see.” He paused while he digested that. “But she seems to know all about it now. Is that right?”
“Oh yeah,” replied Casanova, hoping this might be it. “All sorted now. She knows what’s what. No problem really.”
Ramrod watched in silence while Casanova slowly lost confidence and squirmed in his seat.
“Ensign,” Ramrod began, “she was bound and gagged in the rec room, being gang banged by uncommissioned servicemen, and she called it a delightful way to unwind. With the door open! This morning she asked me to organize an orgy because it would be good for morale. How, exactly, is this all sorted?” He cast around wondering what to say. “How, precisely, did you teach her about the birds and the bees?”
“Ah, well, it, um, just kind of happened. She was just curious. Dr Prominent was there, um, the first time. So, you know, it was sort of medically supervised.”
Ramrod gave him the sad look. “Casanova, what were you thinking?”
He could hardly say what he’d actually been thinking. He slumped in his chair. “Um. I just… she just…” He looked at Ramrod with pleading eyes. “Sir, she’s really hot and she was just so enthusiastic to learn. Her breasts are so young and plump and she feels so soft and she comes so easily. And…” He ran down under the intensity of the Lieutenant’s gaze.
Ramrod softened his look and rubbed his brow. “Yes, I am also acutely aware of our captain’s charms. However,” he said with emphasis, “in the current climate, I think she needs to understand expectations. I’ll have a talk with her. Hopefully we can keep this inside the walls of this vessel.”
***
“Come in Ramrod,” said Captain Terdy. She was relaxing on her bed with her shoes off. It had been a busy day with the fallout from Star Command comms, Too Far Away Two and getting back into supra light. She hoped Ramrod was here for pleasure, not business. “How can I help you?”
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He sat in one of her visitor’s chairs. “Ah, I’d like to have a chat about something if it’s alright by you ma’am.”
So it was business. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave my shoes off,” she said as she swung her long legs off the bed and moved to her chair.
“Not at all ma’am.” Ramrod had another flashback to her naked body. She sat with her legs crossed and smiled at him innocently. “Um, ma’am, the thing I wanted to talk about. Um, it’s related to. Um…” He didn’t know how to begin. “Um, I had a chat to Ensign De’Lusional ma’am. Er. About the birds and the bees.”
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“Oh. Surely you know all about the birds and the bees Lieutenant. I assume it’s just me who had this problem.”
Now that he came to talk about it face to face he was finding it harder than he had anticipated.
“Well, yes ma’am. That is, I wanted to talk to you about the impression he may have left you with. Regarding normal behavior.”
“Really Ramrod? Why is that?”
“Well ma’am, it’s just that, in the current climate, we have to be careful about how we behave.”
“Ah, you’re talking about purity and sexual activity. We did discuss this before.”
“Yes ma’am, it’s just that, maybe you got the wrong end of the stick. Um, it’s just that, well, it’s not appropriate to have sex in public areas ma’am.”
“It isn’t?” she said looking a bit surprised.
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Ramrod relaxed fractionally. “No ma’am, I’m afraid it isn’t.”
“Hmm. How is that? We were in the rec room. We were having recreational activity. That would seem to be its purpose. Nobody else mentioned it.”
“Well, ah, I guess they assumed that seeing as you’re the captain, if you approved it would be alright.”
“Hmm. So what should I have done?”
“Well ma’am, honestly, you should not be engaging in, um, sexual activity with uncommissioned crew.”
“Really? What difference does them being uncommissioned make? It would be fine to have a game of chess with an uncommissioned crew member. In fact it’s a good idea. One gets to know one’s crew and visa versa.”
Ramrod sighed internally. “Ah, perhaps I misspoke ma’am. It really isn’t appropriate for you to have sex with any crew members.”
She gave him a long poker face stare. “No sex?”
“Well, yes ma’am. Not with crew members.”
More poker face, then she looked quizzical. “Hold on Ramrod. You keep saying ‘with’, not ‘between’.”
“Um, well yes, um,” Ramrod shifted nervously in his seat. “er.”
She gave him another long stare. “That doesn’t seem very fair.” She sighed. “I’m trying to be reasonable here Lieutenant, because I appreciate I don’t have complete information. This is a captain thing isn’t it? Are you suggesting that Casanova should not have taught me about sex?”
“Well, I guess under the unusual circumstances, an explanation of the theory would have been appropriate.”
Another long stare. “Lieutenant, you have had sex haven’t you?”
“Ah, well, yes ma’am.”
“Would you care to explain how a theoretical explanation is going to convey the experience of fucking and orgasms? I think when we consider that sex is both the foundation of human existence and the paramount human recreational activity, it was entirely appropriate that Ensign Casanova should fill the hole in my education as promptly as he did. A Captain needs to understand her crew, clearly without a full understanding of sex I would be at a considerable disadvantage. Especially with this crew as it turns out. Now, putting aside that as a special circumstance, I would like to ask you honestly - so you really think that’s fair? And what pray tell do other captains do about this?”
“Er, well ma’am, um, I’m not going to say it never happens. Space Command has in the past been very liberal in this regard, so it’s more a case of being discrete. But in the current climate, um, I guess most captains would just, er, masturbate?”
“Masturbate?”
“Um, do it by yourself ma’am.”
“You can do it by yourself?” she said in surprise. “Good grief, Lieutenant,” turning to her computer. “Why didn’t anybody tell me this before? Do you spell that with an E R or a U?”
“A U ma’am.”
“Hmm… I see. So you use your hand? How does that work?”
“Er, well, you just sort of,” he made a vague circular motion with his hand somewhere above his crotch, “jiggle it a bit.”
“Really? Let me see.” She stood up and pulled her briefs down.
“Ah, ma’am,” said Ramrod standing up. “I think perhaps I should leave you to it then.”
“Nonsense Lieutenant, if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about this whole sex thing, it’s that I have a lot to learn. I regard this as essential for my good command of this ship, so you can damn well stay and help me out here.”
“Ah, are you sure ma’am?”
“Of course I’m sure Lieutenant. Now what should I do?”
Ramrod sat down again. Guilty and excited. This was not how he had planned for this conversation to go. But… Orders were orders. “Um, if you just sit down and, um, open your legs…” He opened his by way of demonstration, then ran down and stared as she opened her white thighs revealing her beautiful little pussy. He was lost until he felt his cock stiffening in his pants. He shook himself out of his daze. “Um, right. Then you just use your fingers to gently move your cliterous, um, as I understand it. Just do what feels good.”
“Hmm. Ok.”
He watched as she applied her fine fingers to the task. She was watching him as she did it. Maintaining direct eye contact. He sat still, not daring to move despite the awkward flowering in his pants. ‘Fuck,’ he thought. ‘Casanova was one lucky guy.’
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“Ok,” she said slightly quizzically. “I think I’m getting something. But it’s really not the same. This doesn’t really make sense to me. Surely I need a man to become aroused. Basic evolutionary imperative.”
“Ah, well, it’s normal to fantasize. Imagine.”
“Ah, I see. Trick the primitive parts of my brain into thinking I’m getting fucked. Ok. I’ll fantasize about you. That should work.”
Ramrod watched her gaze transfer to his crotch. His cock went completely hard, forming an unmistakable bulge. Her focus gave him the opportunity to watch her in turn. Her fingers were moving around her slit, playing with her clit. He could see moisture appearing. Her legs were amazing. So inviting. So innocently spread. His own cock was iron hard now. Her breathing was deepening. He could see the signs of arousal. It was unbelievably erotic.
“Um,” she said without deviating her gaze. “Er, can men do this too?”
“Oh, yes,” he said distractedly.
“Show me.”
“Show you?” he said in surprise.
“Yes. I think it’s important I know.”
He hesitated. He was beginning to understand how Casanova had been drawn in. He should tell her that that is not an appropriate request. But she had a point. She genuinely had no idea. It wasn’t like she just wanted him to pull out his dick for the sake of it. And it was so hard.
“Ah, ok,” he said as he watched moisture spread over her fingers. “For education.” He pulled his pants open and let his very erect cock out. He watched her watch it intently. Her mouth opened. Like she was hungry. It made his dick strain all the more, becoming engulfed in sexual sensitivity. He gave her a good look at it. Flexing it this way and that before he settled into a gentle stroke. Now it was his turn to watch her hungrily. That unbelievably luscious body. It was ok to fantasize, he told himself. He’d just told her to do it. All part of the teaching process. He wondered if she knew how to suck cock. The way her sweet mouth was open and her tongue was roving round was feeding his fantasies to breaking point.
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“Ok,” she said. “So you move your hand up and down. Does it feel like a vagina?”
“Well, it’s not the same.”
“So you have to fantasize too?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She continued to watch his hand work. The only sound her breathing and the slick sound of her fingers working her pussy. They were moving faster now. He had to slow himself else the sight would drive him over the edge.
“Right,” she said breathily. “I think I need to take my uniform off. Would that be normal? I really have to be naked for this fantasy I’m thinking about.”
“Yes, yes, that’d be fine ma’am. Very normal.” Ramrod knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Right,” she said, and pulled her uniform off in one fluid motion, flinging it aside and dropping back in her chair.
She spread her legs and resumed her work, but now her other hand took hold of a naked breast and began squeezing and pulling on her nipple. Ramrod watched entranced. Casanova was right. Those breasts were to die for. He wanted to stand up and shoot cum all over them. Should he tell her that was normal? Quite within the normal range of human sexuality. Probably the sort of thing she’d like to know all about. She was breathing heavily. Her breasts actually heaving. She looked like she was close. He decided, if she came, he was going to finish. No point in half a demonstration.
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“Ramrod,” she said, in a slow intense way. “I think I get it now. Although… I don’t think I would have been able to… get it without your, um, visual aid. So thank you for this lesson.”
“Ah, that’s quite alright ma’am.”
“So… I think it’s time… I finished for the day. How about you?”
A bit of disappointment came over him. He was hoping to see her come. But he could take a hint. “Ah, yes, of course ma’am.”
She stood up, stepped forward, and sat on him. Straddled him. Her legs spread, her breasts in his face, her hands in his hair. She squirmed her crotch into his. Wet warm pussy mashing his hand while it still held his hard-on. She turned his face up to hers.
“Ok, now that we’re off duty… but I think Casanova implied I should always ask first. So can we fuck now? I can be discrete.”
Apparently she considered grinding her naked crotch into his a preliminary that didn’t need consent. ‘Fuck it,’ thought Ramrod. ‘I give up.’
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He pulled his hand out and she slid up. Her opening found the head of his cock as if by magic. She slid down over it with a contented sigh. Still holding his head and looking into his eyes.
“Oh, that’s better. That masturbating thing is interesting, but it’s not the same.”
Then she kissed him. Full on the lips. Her tongue sliding in and writhing unashamedly. Her hips moving her slick warm passage over his iron hard pole. He ran his hands over her luscious curves. She was hot to the touch. Her hole buttery smooth and tight.
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She broke their kiss and pushed his face down, thrusting first one nipple, then the other into his mouth for him to suck and tongue. All the while getting more energetic in her fucking.
“Oh fuck!” she said. “Yes!”
She grabbed his shirt and yanked it up, pulling it up and off without breaking stride on her fucking. Then her hands were all over him as she went berserk. She was right. It was not the same.
“Oh fuck!” she cried again. “Going to come on your cock Ramrod!” Then she shuddered, crushed him like death to her bosom, and let out a deep long moan.
Her orgasm was long and passionate and Ramrod felt it all through his straining hard cock. It was too much for him. Right at her peak, erotic tension gathered in his crotch and he came with a torrent of cum deep in her body. His own moan was muffled by her breasts. The fact that he shouldn’t be coming in his beautiful captain made it all the more delicious. Pent up desire flowed through his cock in torrents of relief. His dams of behavioral correctness crumbled in the flood. He let himself relax in her bosom.
She sighed contentedly. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for as long as I’ve known about sex. I’ll suck your cock now if that’s ok with you.”
“That would be great ma’am.”
She gently raised herself off his still rampant rod. “You know,” she said, as she settled down on her knees between his legs “you really don’t have to call me ma’am when we’re in private. Especially seeing as we’re having recreational time.”
“Actually ma’am, I quite like it. Do you know about fetishes?”
“Oh yes, I read about them. I’m wondering if I should cultivate one. Perhaps being bound and gagged. I did enjoy that.” She slid her lips over his cock and drew it into her soft mouth. He could feel her tongue sliding round as she gently sucked.
“Oh, well, mine is not quite so extreme, but I do like a woman to be in charge.”
She lifted off. “Oh, well, we should get along great then. I’m good at being in charge. Call me Captain.”
She returned to her sucking.
‘Good grief,’ thought Ramrod. ‘How the fuck did I get here.’
She sucked him for a long time. Seemingly in no hurry. He lounged and watched and felt the deliciousness. Every now and again she would let it slide out and run her tongue and lips up and down, even taking his balls in her mouth.
“I love cocks,” she said at one stage. “I guess that’s because I’m a woman. They’re just so beautiful.”
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Eventually she stood up with a satisfied look. “Right Lieutenant, time for you to eat your captain.” She lay back on her bunk, resting on her elbows, and spread her legs. “And take those pants off. You’re still half dressed.”
“Yes Captain,” he said crisply. He pulled off his shoes and pants, and got his face between her luscious thighs. She was soaking. He set to work. Licking her clit and running a couple of fingers into her. She fell back with a little purr. If he glanced up he could see her hands fondling her own magnificent breasts. He reached up with his free hand and took one over.
Pretty soon she was squirming and panting and coming. He ate her through three or four orgasms and loved every minute of it.
She lifted her head. “Now fuck me while I’m in dog position. Smartly now Lieutenant. Fast and hard.”
She flipped over and thrust her rear up. Ramrod complied fast and hard as commanded. It must have worked, because she was yelling and coming in no time. But even so, after her first she cried, “Fuck! Harder!” He pounded away and she yelled, “Oh god! Yes!” and promptly came again; even more intensely as far as he could tell.
Even that wasn’t enough for her. She picked her rear up on her haunches and feet and banged herself violently on his cock till she was flushed and glowing with sweat, coming repeatedly as she did. His own cock feeling fantastic as she railed it.
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“Ok.” She said after that. “Missionary. But slow this time. And kiss me. Properly. With tongue.”
He did. He fucked her slow, his hard cock sliding deep while he lay between her spread legs, and kissed her passionately. Kissed his hot insatiable Captain until he couldn’t restrain himself and he pounded her till they both came together.
After that she rolled him over and lay in his arms.
“I don’t know Ramrod. It doesn’t seem reasonable to not have sex. I wonder if Tinfoil will fuck with me. I haven’t done it with him yet.”
Ramrod sighed. It would be a bit hypocritical to keep arguing for celibacy now. He would just have to try and swear the crew to secrecy.
“I’m not sure about Tinfoil. If I may, I’d like to suggest you restrict your recreational activities to crew who you are sure will not make a morality complaint.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that Lieutenant. This is strictly confidential, understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“We have the wrong crew.”
“The wrong crew?”
“Yes. I won’t name names, but someone confused a list of the top contributors to reports of inappropriate sexual activity with a carefully curated crew list of the best of the best. Actually, you and Tinfoil are slightly special cases. But there you have it.”
Ramrod was dumbfounded. But it explained a lot. “Are you sure?”
“Oh yes. Base is pretending it didn’t happen, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I was right there when the mistake was made. Only I didn’t realize it at the time. Anyway, I’m happy enough with our crew. Bit sloppy and chaotic, but I think I can whip them into shape with a bit of time.”

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