Date: Voyage Day 2, continued
Location: Between Jupiter and Saturn
Captain Washington stepped through the oval hatch that led into Chef Muldren's sleeping quarters. He ducked his head as he entered to avoid bumping the doorway's low frame. The room's dimensions were ten by ten, with an eight-foot ceiling. As soon as he straightened up, the first thing he noticed were the handful of colorful posters Margo had put up on the walls. They featured unicorns and rainbows. The second thing he noticed was that they'd all been defaced with profanity and vulgar sketches.
Margo's closet door was open. Inside, the lieutenant witnessed a small assortment of leather clothing: jackets, vests, pants and boots. Her accessories included various studded belts and chains. Every sleeping quarter had furniture that could fold up into the walls when it was not in use, such as the bunk beds and a small corner table. The table in Margo's room was presently pulled open. On it rested a human skull, which he hoped wasn't authentic. On the tabletop rested a pencil with a plastic tarantula for an eraser, along with a pretty pink diary.
The bunk beds were folded up and out of the way. Once Margo had secured the hatch door, she roughly brushed past the captain and went to pull the bottom bunk away from the wall. With a loud click, the bed's two collapsible legs extended onto the lightly carpeted floor.
Margo turned to face him. "This is a one-time deal, you hear me? I don't want you coming over here trying to serenade me or nothing like that. I don't want you writing me any love songs or poetry, or leaving sappy notes around for me to find later. The only reasons I'm doing this are because one, I haven't slept with a man since high school and I forgot what it was like. Two, because I'm getting back at that bitch that tossed me out of my apartment, and three, because I am very grateful that you were kind enough to hook me up with some fries when I was really, really hungry."
Before Washington could even answer, Margo had grabbed the front of his shirt and tossed him onto her bunk.
The captain jumped back onto his feet. "Now, just wait a minute! You can't do that to me!"
Margo again shoved him down on the bed. To make sure the captain wouldn't pop back up a second time, she jumped down on top of him.
The two of them started wrestling, with each one trying to get on top of the other. They even managed to roll off the bunk once, but since they had a good grip on each other's clothing by then, they both lugged each other back on.
Following a calculated feint, Washington managed to get Margo in a headlock. That is, until he felt the woman's teeth trying to bite through his shirt at the forearm. He managed to move his limb away in the nick of time. Margo slipped through his hold and almost managed to force the captain onto his back again. Washington kneed the thick-bodied woman in the gut, hard enough to wind her. He shoved her away and rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Washington crouched into a defensive position and awaited her next attack.
Margo caught her breath, looking meaner and angrier than usual. The big woman rolled away from the bunk and took a spot about five feet from where Washington stood. She pulled her dingy shirt over her head, dropping it onto the floor behind her. This caused her dog tags to jingle for a moment, until they settled into the large cleft between her enormous breasts.
Washington gulped. Margo's breasts were encased in a massive white bra. He watched as she loosened her belt and kicked off her boots. The enraged woman stepped out of her pants and kicked them out of the way behind her, leaving her wearing only the white bra and thong. "You wanna try that cheap knee strike again, you dog?"
In reply, Washington stripped off his own uniform as fast as he could. When his pants got caught on his boots, however, Margo seized upon his misfortune and came rumbling at him. She grabbed the captain by the waist, lifted him into the air, and slammed him down on the bunk.
Although jarred, Washington still managed to clasp his arms behind Margo's back, preventing her from jostling him about any further. He had the sudden idea to switch tactics before he really got hurt. "Okay, Margo, you win. I give up."
This caught Margo by surprise, as he thought it would. "What do you mean, you give up? You can't give up!"
Washington allowed his body to go slack, to show that he didn't want to fight any more. "You're a tough lady and you're used to having your way in bed. You like to dominate your partners. I get that, okay? So, let's just get past all the pushing and shoving and move on to the next step. I'm game for whatever you have in mind."
"Really?" Margo considered this. "Can I get my strap-on?"
"Anything except that." Washington empathically shook his head.
With Margo's hands stretched out to either side of the captain, and her body separated from his by only a foot or so, the woman's barely covered breasts were left enticingly within his reach. This gave the man another idea, so he simply reached up and cupped them both.
Margo watched as the captain's ebony fingers started groping her through her bra. A moment later, she shuddered when he yanked her bra upward and released her full, ripe melons. Washington began playing with her nipples.
"Captain?"
"Yes, Margo?"
"I'd like for you to fuck me now."
"In that case, I order you to remove your thong."
"Yes, sir." She maneuvered off the bunk and stripped off her lingerie.
Washington pulled his boxers off and exposed his extra long cock.
"Wow." Margo stated. "How am I supposed to get in position for that thing?"
"Let's switch places." Washington suggested.
They did. Once Margo was lying on her back, her thick and creamy legs were tossed up on her superior officer's shoulders. Captain Tyrone Boom-Boom Washington made his first official conquest on board the SCS Space Relations.
Back at the hub, Ensign Smith turned toward Ensign Brukenfooken. "Where do you think everybody went? Why is it taking so long for them to come back?"
Since Brukenfooken had no answer, he simply looked back anxiously at the sliding doors and shrugged his shoulders.
Over in the conference room, Ensign Cummings was howling like a banshee, but thanks to the effective soundproofing within the walls, nobody outside of that room could hear him.
"That's it, baby!" Cruz instructed his fellow science ensign. "Give him another twist or two. I think he's about to blow!"
Officer Wattakunt was standing behind Cummings, reaching around to grab at his crotch, and masturbating the navigator using the washing machine method.
Cummings cried out, "Gimme the wipes! Gimme the wipes!"
Cruz held out a handful of them. The navigator barely had time to position them, when he started spurting out ropes and ropes of cum.
"Oh, yeah!" Cummings came all over. "Oh, yeah!" He shook all over too, and kept making his distinctive 'O' face, until Wattakunt finally released his Willy.
"I'm going to need a couple of wipes, too." Mary said.
"Here you go, baby." Cruz tossed her the rest of the little tub. "How was that, Cummings? Better than self-service?"
"Oh, I'll say it was." The navigator nodded. "Thanks, Mary. That was beyond spectacular."
"When you're happy, it makes me feel happy, too." Mary leaned over and kissed the big man on the cheek. "I can sense your feelings, remember?"
"Now, the two of us, want the one of you, to get laid all the time." Cruz stated to Cummings. "But you may have to make some sacrifices regarding your personal hygiene and eating habits if you want to attract the ladies. If you're willing to work with us, we'll help you make that happen, baby!"
"That's right, Cummings." Mary agreed. "We're working as a team now."
"Let me think about it." Cummings said. He wasn't ready to give up on pizza and burgers just yet, although he was seriously thinking about it.
"You take all the time that you want." Cruz patted the man's shoulder. "We'll be right here waiting for you, whenever you need us."
"Gee, you guys are swell."
Once Mary had tossed away her wipes, she stepped behind Cruz and put her pretty chin on his shoulder. She patted his bum playfully.
"Are you still horny, baby?"
Mary smiled. "That's my middle name!"
Cummings noticed the wave of sensuality rising in the room like the heat from an electric blanket. It had to be coming from Mary's mind. "Uh, should I step out now?"
"Only if you want to." Cruz shrugged casually. He glanced over at the conference table. "Actually, why don't you take a seat right across the table, right over there?"
"Okay." Cummings nodded and strode over.
Cruz picked up the tub of wipes and slid it closer to the navigator. "You're going to need these in a minute or two." He turned to Mary. "Young lady, you have been found in violation of penis code one-one-seven-dash-two, which states that mentally saturating a room with telepathic sexy is grounds for punitive action. Assume the position."
"Challenge accepted!" Mary said, right before she pulled down her pants and bent over the conference table. She was staring directly into Cummings' face, as Cruz moved in very close behind her.
"Maybe one of us should go back there and look for them?" Ensign Brukenfooken looked over at Ensign Smith. He was starting to sound worried. "I mean, we're out here in deep space now. What if something cosmic happened and the rest of the crew disappeared? What if we're the only two people still left on the ship?"
Ensign Smith revolved her seat to face the sliding doors that led away from the command center. "Well, what if I go through those doors and I disappear, too?"
Apprehensively, the two ensigns stared at the sliding doors, but neither one made a move toward them.
Back in Margo's sleeping quarters, we find the busty chef on top of her bunk bed, with her breasts bouncing up and down like runaway beach balls.
"Oh, Cappy, I'm going to start taking your fries every chance I get! Oh, Cappy!" She ground her hips down one final time, taking in most of Washington's considerable length, when her climax started erupting within her. "Oh, you asshole! You did it! You're making me cum a river! Why couldn't you be a woman, damn it?"
She leaned forward, giving Washington the opportunity to grope at her lovely melons again. Her superior officer took full advantage, while at the same time bucking his hips upward and pounding into her from below.
