Earth Or Bust

Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent) was a stern but fair CO. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol. Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight jumper. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.

As the captain came to stand in front of him, it took all of Cockman's concentration not to look down at the unzipped front of her uniform. The twin swells of her breasts hung just below his gaze which never wavered as she stared him down with her piercing blue eyes. It was no accident how she chose to wear her wardrobe. Nothing like a nice set of tits to test the discipline of a bunch of horny wanna-be spacemen.

"Present arm!" she belted out, her bosom bouncing slightly as she did so.

The cadet whipped out his pistol for inspection with military precision. The captain reached down, running a gloved finger along the shaft of the weapon. The white finger was free of smudges. Taking hold of the handle, she pivoted it from side to side to check for any unnatural curving. She lifted it up to check the magazine, tilted it down to check the sights. Satisfied, she knelt down and placed the bulbous barrel between her lips.

Cockman closed his eyes as his superior's superb mouth began to 'check the charge on his raygun'. Bunny Bendover hadn't gotten the nickname of Cap'n Cocksucker for nothing. Cadets who came under her command would also cum on her command. Those in her unit she found a penis preference for would get their units "inspected" several times a week and Cockman was one such enlistee. Her frequent fellatio fraternization was unofficially tolerated because she was the daughter of a well-known general. It was also a boost to morale and cadet recruitment. Many young men would sign on for a hitch just for a chance at receiving a blowjob bonus courtesy of the busty blonde captain.

Cockman chanced a glance down to watch the master a work.

"Eyes fwunt, Cabet!" she mumbled around her mouthful. For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of a wall chronometer and sucking noises. At length she released him long enough to gasp out, "At ease!"

Cockman went in parade rest stance with his feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind his back. Now they could both enjoy the inspection and he looked down. He was rewarded with the sight of her red lips raking down the length of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes now twinkling with lust as she began to suck him harder, her cheeks hallowed and lips stretched around his girth. Her gripped tightened as she practically fucked her face with his cock. She backed off gasping, a strand of spit stringing from his tip to her lips.

"Enjoying your inspection?" she asked huskily, swirling her tongue around his head.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am!" he gasped as she teased his pisshole.

"Well, I'm afraid this still be your last for a while," she sighed, sucking him for nearly a full minute before she continued, "You've been reassigned to a patrol squadron."

"I understand, Ma'am," he answered, his voice a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had always dreamed of being a rocket pilot, but he was also going to miss getting his pipes cleaned on a regular basis.

"And since this will be our last session and your service..." she said, giving his cock an appreciative lick, "...has been exemplary, I've decided to give you a proper sendoff."

"Not necessary, Ma'am. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve under your command."

"Be that as it may, I believe you deserve a reward for service above and beyond the call of duty."

Standing, she leaned up to shove her tongue in his mouth. To say that Cockman was surprised would have been the understatement of the twenty-second century. Despite the literal dozens of times she had blown him, she had never once kissed him or any other cadet, as far as he knew. Nevertheless, he responded as any healthy male would by kissing her back, his hands encircling her waist to pull her closer.

Her hands, meanwhile, reached to slowly unzip her tunic. When the zipper reached her navel, her sizable breasts fell out of the flimsy garment. Breaking the kiss, she offered one to him and he took the ruddy nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing across the hardened tip. He reached up to caress and squeeze as he pulled more of her tender flesh in. Bunny ran her hands through his dark hair, moaning as he moved to mouth the other tit.

Her manicured fingers tugged at the zipper of his tunic; he shrugged out of it as she fumbled with his belt, his lips still glued to her breasts. His pants dropped in a heap around his heavy space boots. By now her breasts were practically painted with his saliva, glistening in the bright overhead lighting.

Pulling him up into a kiss, she quickly shed her own dungarees. Cockman noted with a smile deep in the corners of his mouth that she had gone commando for the occasion as she shimmied her round ass onto the desk, a sweep of her arm clearing it so that she could lay back. Her legs spread invitingly, her hands rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Cockman could see she was already dripping as she addressed him.

"Drop and give me twenty, Cadet!" she said breathlessly.

Cockman dropped to his knees, burying his face in her sex. He mouthed her puffy flesh, his tongue sinking deep inside her hole. She moaned, grabbing his head to force his face deeper. He began to finger her, first one digit, then two as his tongue slid across her clit in waves, pinging her radar over and over. His fingers hit her little red button and she howled like an air raid siren. Cockman kept going, his mouth and fingers flanking her trench line.

"Oh, God! Oh, eat my pussy, baby!" she hissed through clenched teeth, grinding her slit in his mouth. Her dirty talk turned him on and he redoubled his efforts, furiously fingering her, his teeth savagely pulling at her clit. She was writhing and screaming, cursing at him to eat her alive. At exactly the twenty minute mark, she commanded he stand down, her body still convulsing from his gratuitous feasting.

As he stood, she leaned forward, crushing her lips to his as she pulled him on top of her.

"Fuck me, Curt!" she begged.

Again, Cockman was surprised. He didn't think she knew he even had a first name, let alone what it was. He was also now fully aware of what it was he was being offered. As the name would suggest, Cap'n Cocksucker was pretty liberal with her mouth but was very conservative with her cunt. You could probably count on one hand the number of men who'd gotten to pound her pussy. Now Cockman was literally being allowed entrance into that illustrious group and his cock stiffened further at the thought that he was about to bone the infamous Bunny Bendover.

He slipped his hardness slowly into her soft folds, Bunny whimpering as he buried himself in her box. He began to pump gently, savoring her tight twat. His large cock seemed to stretch her hole as he stabbed into her a couple times forcefully. She pushed him back, draping her legs over his shoulders as she sighed out a command.

"Double time, Cadet!"

Grabbing her waist, Cockman began thrusting and was soon slamming into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce with each impact. He spread her legs wide so he could look down, wanting a mental picture of his Cockman's brand sausage slipping into her sweet bun. The captain was grunting, squeezing and pinching her tits as the cadet cocked her good.

She pushed him off her and turned away. True to her namesake, she bent over the desk, reaching down to spread her labia with two fingers, signaling him for reentry. Cockman wasted no time in landing his rocket back into her silo. Grasping her thick hips, he launched his warhead at her target repeatedly, tightly packing her torpedo tube for a good five minutes before fatigue set in.

Feeling his cartridge in the chamber, he slowed his assault on her rearguard. He wanted to make this momentous mounting last. Bunny was wailing, his massive ICBM sending red alerts to her control center.

After another ten minutes of giving her a D that was not silent, the urge to pop flare became too great. Per standing orders, he notified his CO of his pending need for extraction. Shoving him away, she sank to her knees to swallow his now overly sensitive member. She slobbered his schlong, her blond head bouncing on his boner.

"You wanna cum in my mouth, baby?" she cooed. It would be another first for Cockman.

"Uh huh!" he croaked, his legs trembling.

She shifted into full slut mode, slamming his cock to the back of her throat. Taking hold of his ass, she gagged herself, coughed around his cock as it sank deeper still. He felt ignition, barely blurting out a warning as his booster rockets fired.

Like the professional cocksucker she was, Bunny didn't bat an eyelash, sinfully swallowing his spaceman spunk. Cockman groaned as he emptied his balls into her guzzling gullet. She didn't cease her sucking until his thoroughly deflated dong fell from her sore lips.

Cockman looked down at his cumslut of a commanding officer. A bead of seminal fluid trickled from her lips as she dreamily smiled up at him.

'Man, the guys back in the barracks would never believe me', he thought to himself as she rose to kiss him full on the mouth. He could taste his jizz on her breath.

"Don't be a stranger, Cadet," she whispered, stroking his manhood once more.

Cadet Cockman exited the office a couple of minutes later. A sandy haired sergeant sat in the anteroom. His hands shot from under the desk to hurriedly flip a switch on the vidphone on his desk. All the same, Cockman was still able to make out the split-second image of the interior of Bunny's office on the screen.

'I'll have to ask for a copy of that tape,' he thought wickedly as he headed for the mess hall, suddenly ravenous.

***

The reflective hull of the X-23 gleamed in the noonday sun as its launch platform was towed from the hangar, the parting doors giving the phallic-shaped spacecraft the suggestion of spreading the lips of a giant silver pussy. The ship measured sixty meters from tip to turbo booster, its fuselage nearly cylindrical for most of that length. Unlike most modern spacecraft, the X-23 was outfitted with a set of wings and tailfins. These would be useless in the airless vacuum of space but when combined with the powerful engines, the plane-like design would allow the craft to take off and land without requiring an orbital booster.

It was also one of the first fighters equipped with a hyperspace drive. This addition meant that it could be more accurately classified as a starship, rather than a mere spaceship, since it could travel between distant stars without the need to be tied to a heavier cruiser or frigate.

But the feature that truly made the X-23 stand out were the neat rows of studs along its fuselage. Each of these grapefruit-sized half spheres contained a small thruster and these could be fired in sequence to perform any number of precise maneuvers in the frictionless void of space. The egg-shaped cockpit where the two pilots sat only added to the ship's unofficial motto: 'Ribbed for her pleasure.'

Cadet Cockman hung back a safe distance to watch the launch platform incline the craft to the required forty-five-degree angle. Soon it stood like a giant winged dildo ready to penetrate the wild blue yonder.

Feeling a slap on the shoulder, Cockman turned to find Cadet Billy Haney standing next to him. The two had gone through the Academy together and Bill was now in charge of the ground crew for the flight squadron. It felt good for Cockman to know that his soon to be fighter was in good, if a bit neurotic, hands.

"How's it hangin', Cockman?" Bill said, shaking hands with the much taller man.

"Long, lean and to the left," Cockman deadpanned but then both of them burst into laughter at the inside joke.

"Ain't she a beauty?" beamed the other, gesturing to the ship. Cockman nodded knowingly.

"A fine ship if I ever saw one."

"Ever fly her?"

"Only sim," Cockman admitted timidly.

"No worries, CC. She ain't much different from the twenty-two unless you count the jump drive. Besides, wasn't it you who bagged Sheila Neutrino our senior year? Anyone who can handle that hydrazine in heels can certainly handle this baby."

Bill playfully punched in pal in the arm. The mention of Sheila brought up fond memories of giving her the 'Cockman Special' in the null-g simulator.

"Who's my co-pilot?" Cockman asked, shaking the image of zero-g jugs from his mind as a set of stairs was wheeled up to the spacecraft, "You met him yet?"

"Here she comes now, as a matter of fact," Bill said, staring at the far end of the tarmac.

"She?" Cockman asked, following his gaze.

The approaching figure was still far enough away that the heat rising from the flattop distorted the image. As it grew closer, the curving waves stopped wavering and stayed curvy. She wore an outfit similar to Captain Bendover but with the tunic fully zipped to the wide collar. In spite of that, the tight-fitting uniform could not conceal the fact that she was generously round in all the right places. She walked with a military cadence, her hips swaying and bosom bouncing slightly with each step. Cockman saw a cadet behind her nearly wreck the cargo mover he was driving, so intent was he in looking at what could only be assumed was a very nice ass.

The advancing hottie was also different from Bunny in that instead of blond hair and tanned skin, this babe had blue skin and purple hair which was tied back into a tight regulation bun. A Venusian, Cockman realized. She had on mirrored aviators' glasses and as she neared, he peeped the lieutenant pips on her collar. Both he and Bill snapped to attention.

"As you were," she said as she reached up to remove the shades. The voice had an almost musical quality to it and Cockman remembered reading somewhere about Venusian vocal harmonics. He also noted that her fingers were partially webbed and had no nails. Her heart shaped mouth was as dark and full as a bushel of fresh blueberries

But it was the eyes that really drew his attention. They were the type you got lost in, such a deep shade of green they looked like two emerald circlets floating in a clear blue sky.

"Cadet Cockman, I'd like to introduce you to Lt. Eza LuNar," Bill said with the emphasis on 'nar', "She'll be your astrogators for the flight."

"Ma'am," Cockman said, nodding. Those lovely green eyes looked him up and down, an unimpressed look on her bluish face.

"You are my pilot?" she harumphed.

'Oh boy', he thought as he said, "Yes, Ma'am."

"How much flight time do you have, Cadet?" she asked indifferently.

"Over fifteen hundred hours, Ma'am." He wasn't about to tell her that some of that time was spent giving a new meaning to the term 'cockpit'. She eyed him up and down again, perhaps a bit differently this time, he noticed and then turned to Bill.

"Are we ready for a sssystem check, Cadet?" she lisped.

"Ready as she'll ever be, Ma'am," he replied smartly.

When the lieutenant turned her back of the pair to move towards the ship, Bill silently got Cockman's attention, making hour glass motions in the air with his hands as he mouthed the word 'wow!'. They followed after her and as they neared, Cockman spotted on the side of the cockpit a cartoon Venusian in a Pinup girl pose, riding side saddle on an even more conspicuously phallic shaped rocket. The string bikini she wore barely covered her overly large blue breasts and she was winking suggestively as she saluted. He grimaced as he read the caption beneath: 'Feels so good even a Venus girl will like it!'

Lt. LuNar halted when she too noticed the caricature and glared at Bill, her green eyes sparking with anger.

"I'll have that removed at the next servicing Ma'am," he gulped.

"Sssee that you do, Cadet," she hissed.

They came to the foot of the stairs and Bill motioned for them to ascend. As was customary, the lieutenant went first with Cockman following a step or two behind her. He was okay with the arrangement since he gave me a chance to check out what was indeed a nice round ass as they climbed. Near the top of the stairs, the Venusian's heel came down on a smear of grease that had been carelessly left on a tread. Her foot slipped from under her and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.

Cockman's strong arm shot out, catching the full weight of her beneath her shoulder blades, his left hand grasping the railing to keep them both from falling. Lt. LuNar's flailing limbs wrapped around his neck. Their faces were very close and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. From this close, he saw that her eyes were in fact not completely green but streaked with bands of gold. The pupils were also partially slitted, dilating as he looked into them.

"Th-thank you, Cadet," she said breathlessly.

"My pleasure, Lieutenant."

He smiled down at her and saw her skin darken, wondering if it were the Venusian equivalent of blushing. She seemed to all at once remember where they were and composed herself as Cockman helped her to her feet.

"Sssee that you have these stairs cleaned properly, Cadet!" she yelled at Bill.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied with a crisp salute.

Once the lieutenant was safely onboard, Cockman turned to Bill to wave farewell. The cocky cadet returned the gesture before leaning over to emulate the former's dramatic rescue, complete with exaggerated kissy faces and tongue action. Cockman just shook his head, giving his buddy the one finger salute as he ducked into the hatch.

The flight check took about ten minutes to complete. Cockman was impressed with the lieutenant's seemingly eidetic memory as she rattled off the list after just one glance at the onboard copy. Despite their rough, if rather pleasant, start on the stairs, the two were working in fluid concert with one another.

At one point, however, when the Venusian called for stirring the O2 tanks, they both reached for the switch which lay between their seats. LuNar's hand landed atop his and was very soft and very warm. He had heard the rumor that because they were partly reptilian, Venusian skin felt cold and snake-like. This was decidedly not that case as their eyes met. The touch lingered for a beat but then she blushed again, sheepishly withdrawing her hand. He smiled as he racked the plunger.

With the checklist at last complete, the pair strapped into their acceleration chairs as Cockman radioed flight control.

"Control, this is Raptor 7 reporting all systems are go, over."

"Roger that, Raptor 7, you are cleared for launch, over."

Cockman reached out to hit the ignition switch. The pair were forced back into their seats as three blue white jets of flame shot from the rear of the craft, charring the tarmac as the craft slid slowly from its berth. At the same instant, landing jets on the underside fired to keep the nose up until its wings could catch air. They arched up and away from the airfield at an ever-increasing velocity. Leveling off at a thousand feet, Cockman cut the landing jets and took up the yoke, angling the craft upward and rapidly gaining altitude.

As they were passing into the jet steam, the ship was buffeted by severe wind shear. Lt. LuNar's hand shot out to grasp his arm and he noted she had a pretty strong grip for such delicate looking fingers. She at last let go, refusing to look him in the eye as the turbulence subsided.