Captain Terdy's First Week: Day 03

"Good morning all," said Captain Terdy at her oh-six-hundred-hour parade. "Yesterday's exercise was a good first attempt, however I think we can do better. Response to battle stations was sloppy. Probing was slow, shields were at half power and no-one noticed. Gunners, I want quicker response to fire orders. This morning, we will do it again. Same exercise, except this time with two less crew. I and Ensign De'Lusional will stand down. Lieutenant Ramrod, you will be in command. If the exercise goes well, I will declare the afternoon recreational time. Are there any questions?"

"Ma'am!" said Gunner Solid.

"Yes Solid?"

"Ma'am, how can it be the same exercise if there are two less crew?"

"You will have to adapt, Solid."

"Yes ma'am."

"Very good. Dismissed. Ensign De'Lusional, please join me in my cabin."

He followed her, watching her perfect behind and legs the whole way.

"Well Casanova - may I call you that in private?"

"Yes, of course Captain."

"Thank you. Please call me Yes. It's my middle name. So Casanova, if we step outside that door, the ship's computer will sound the intruder alert."

"Really? Why is that Cap... er... Yes."

"Because of this." She took two pairs of boards from her desk and handed them to him. They had adhesion spots on the back and had writing in large friendly letters on the front, "Hi! I'm an unidentified xenomorph."

"I thought I'd add a bit of spice to today's exercise. I'm basing it on the original Xanta encounter. Do you know it?"

"Ah," he racked his brains. Xanta were the source of humanity's second generation supra-light technology. "Sorry Yes, my memory is not what it should be."

"Tell me about it," she said sitting in one of her visitor chairs. "I'm quite worried the Vroomzeons have made some sort of mistake."

"Oh yeah," he grinned sitting with her, "it's pretty amazing how you don't know about sex. Personally I love it. My compliments to your creator. You're the best captain I could possibly imagine."

"Oh, well, thank you very much Casanova. It's very nice of you to say so. Ah, but, aren't you concerned that I might not know something important?"

"Well, we all don't know things Yes. You not knowing about sex is kind of sexy."

She looked at him, trying to parse that sentence. It didn't make sense no matter how she construed it. "Casanova, what is sex?"

Casanova smiled knowingly. "Sex is what we did Captain. Fucking, also known as intercourse. Although, intercourse is one specific thing. Sex is a broader term."

Captain Terdy closed her eyes and tried to replay the conversation with Ramrod. He was quite a satisfactory Lieutenant in a mechanical way, she would quite like to do the fucking thing with him, but he damn didn't answer her questions in plain language like Casanova. "So Casanova, please explain to me what is meant by the term 'inappropriate sexual activity'?"

"Oh, that's headquarters speak ma'am. There's kind of a new fashion prudishness going round the Federation, so HQ feels they have to be seen to be doing something. It doesn't really mean anything, because sex is strictly recreational. They're not talking about consensual sex between adults," said Casanova happily. This was very cathartic. He hated the new prudity so much.

"Ok. Now explain prudishness."

"That's when people disapprove of sex, it's... like, um... I don't know, racism or something. People get together and start believing something is bad with no rational basis. I mean, sex can't really be bad. We wouldn't be here without it."

"Really? What has sex got to do with our mission?"

"No, no, nothing. I didn't mean here on this ship, I mean the entire human race wouldn't be here. Er..." Casanova paused. "Um, Captain, you do know where babies come from?"

The captain thought, then waved her hand in the air, "Wait, wait, I've got this... do they... get delivered? By a big bird?"

It was a race between the explosive laughter heading for Casanova's mouth, and his naval training. The training won by a hair and he clamped his teeth down in time to reduce it to strangled gasp.

"Is that wrong? That's wrong isn't it," said the captain suddenly feeling very insecure.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's wrong." Casanova took a deep breath. "Captain, would you like me to explain to you all about the birds and the bees? I think you may be more comfortable knowing about this stuff."

"The birds and the bees?"

"It's a phrase that means sex, without saying the word."

Captain Terdy let out a heartfelt sigh. "Yes Casanova, I think that would be a very good idea. It may avoid a lot of confusion."

The ship's alarms sounded. Whoop whoop whoop "Proximity alert," came the soft contralto. "This is a drill." Whoop whoop whoop. "Proximity alert. This is a drill."

"Ah," said the captain. "That's the exercise starting."

The alarms stopped.

"Right. Tell me about sex," said the captain.

Casanova blinked. It was kind of surreal hearing that come out of the mouth of this eleven-rated Va Va babe. "Ok. Where to start?" He turned his chair to face her. "Right Captain. I mean Yes. Do you know about evolution?"

"Oh yes. I believe so. Unstable local optimization of species through variant propagation."

"Right. Do you know about DNA and stuff?"

"Yes. Genes. Basis of life on Earth. Quite a lot of aliens too."

"Right, right, good. Now, do you know about reproduction by asymmetric two gamete genetic recombination?"

"Um, yes. This is all basic biology isn't it?"

"Yes! This is great. We're almost there. Now, in asymmetric two gamete genetic recombination, do you know where the gametes come from?"

"Well, er, I guess they are cells of two different organisms of the same species. Otherwise there'd be no point."

"Right. Ok. Here's the big issue, in humans, for instance, there are two types of humans, one that produces one form of the gamete, the egg, and one that produces the other, a sperm. When they come together they form a zygote, and one of the types of human can hold it inside themselves and let it grow into a baby. Then the person releases the baby, and we're done, new human!"

"Ok. I can see that. So..." she stopped suddenly and her eyes went wide. She grabbed his knees. "Oh my god! It's men and women isn't it! That's the asymmetry! It's all about reproduction!"

"Yes! You got it!"

She jumped up and paced. "Right, right. So you're a man, and I'm a woman. Which one of us hosts the baby?"

"You do."

"Me? Really? Right. So you lay an egg, and I put it in me."

"No. It's the other way around. It's not like a hen's egg."

"Oh, right. So... how...?"

"So I put my hard dick in your cunt and we get really excited and I eject sperm into you and it fertilizes your egg, which is the whole asymmetric two gamete genetic recombination thing, then it grows into a baby and it comes out the same way the sperm went in. Easy."

She looked wild eyed. She put her hands in her hair. "Of course! It all makes sense! That's why you have a penis like a stick and I have a cunt like a hole. Oh, wait, does that mean I'm going to have a baby?" She lifted her dress and pulled her panties out, looking to see if anything was there.

"No, you're not." Casanova took a deep breath. It was like filling a vacuum. "This whole baby thing is important, but it's not the main issue. That's all ancient history that went the way of body hair. In modern times sex doesn't get you pregnant - that's when you have a baby in you - until you arrange for it first. These days sex is all recreational. In fact I would go so far as to say sex is the apex recreational activity of humans."

"Recreational..." she said carefully considering the implications. "Yes, you said that before. So... does that mean I could have been doing fucking this whole time? Oh dear, I feel like such fool. What must the crew think of me?"

"Ah, I think the crew are fine with you. You don't want to rush in. There's a whole world of fun. It's not just sex. You see, you have to work your way up to it. First you have to be attracted to someone, then you have to attract them."

"Attract?"

"Like... trigger their basic instinct to want to mate with you. You see, you're a woman, so when I look at you, all the things that indicate you're a woman kind of resonate with me." He stood up and faced her, placing his hands on her hips. "So, like, your slim waist compared to your hips." He slid his hands up, "and the way it flares out again," he moved his hands to cup her breasts, "and your breasts, they're such a turn on." He was getting a huge hard-on. This was such forbidden territory, feeling up the captain. He couldn't imagine ever doing anything like this in real life. He gently fondled her breasts and was rewarded with very distinct nipples.

"Hmm," she said, "I see. That feels good, and I want to give you a fuck."

"Right. Good. That's good. It's not only by touching. Men are pretty visual. They get turned on just by the way a woman looks, the way she dresses, or the way she moves. Anything that tells their hindbrain that you are a healthy woman with good reproductive potential."

She put her hands on his chest. "Right. I can see that makes sense. And I'm attracted to men who I think can fuck with me. I've definitely been feeling that." Captain Terdy had thought about that a lot. She'd thought about how it had felt to have Casanova's hard cock in her cunt, then mentally put that feeling alongside each man on board. "I think I'm attracted to all of them."

"Er, um, good, you're getting it." He kept fondling her breasts. They were amazing. His hard-on was iron-hard now. "Um, so where were we. Right, so you need to build attraction, which is good, however then you need to move up a level and build arousal."

"Arousal..." she said carefully. Her eyes were starting to look heavy and her breathing becoming deep. "Like waking up?"

"Sort of. When my dick gets hard, that's arousal. It's kind of a physiological emotional feedback loop. It happens to you too. Erectile tissue, like I have in my dick, you also have in your cunt and nipples. It gets turgid and firm. It feels really nice when it gets touched."

She looked down at where he was gently moving her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible.

Casanova gave them some gentle pushes and a little pinch.

"Oh," she said softly.

"Would you like to take your uniform off so I can show you properly?"

"Yes, of course." She pulled the stretchy fabric off over her head. She was wearing a very boring bra and panties. She discarded both of them quickly.

"Oh my god," said Casanova, stepping back. The bra had done everything it could to disguise the absolute perfection of her breasts. They were full and rounded, clearly weighty without drooping. The flesh, all her flesh, was the most perfect smooth blemish free pale skin. She was clearly fit without being muscled. She stood with the easy confident posture that only a twenty-year-old starship captain with three lifetimes of experience could have.

Casanova was almost ashamed to touch her, she was so heavenly beautiful. Almost. "Here," he said sitting down. "Sit on my lap."

She sat across his knees and put an arm around him.

Casanova put one arm round her waist and the other on her thigh. His hands seem to burn where they touched her. So soft and warm, so silky smooth and pliant, so forbidden. "Ok," he said with slightly shaky breath. "See how this feels to you." He gently put a finger to a nipple and softly flexed it round. Giving it barely a tickle and a nudge.

"Yes, I can feel that," she said. "It is nice, you're right."

Casanova noticed the subtle flexing of her hips, the telltale curling of her toes. He went a fraction more firm. A tiny soft pinch. A little pull.

"Oh, hmm. Can you do the other one too?"

She was definitely squirming. "I can, but you know, touching with lips and tongue is considered very intimate. It's a demonstration of close bonding. It can be very arousing." He bent his head ever so slightly and kissed her nearer nipple, then the same gentle movements as before, but with his tongue, then very little sucking kisses. All the while keeping the other gently stimulated.

He looked up. "How's that?"
"Oh..." she was looking dreamy, "that's very nice thank you. Do we fuck now? I want to fuck quite badly. I think I must be aroused."

"Let me show you something else first. Spread your legs a little." He pulled one thigh towards himself and she moved the other. "Ok, now look down here."

She had to hold her breasts to see.

Casanova very gently pulled one of her lips aside revealing her moist clit. It caused a slight shudder. "Do you see that little thing? Just above where you pee from. When you're aroused it has an important function."

Captain Terdy was fascinated. In all of her three days she'd never noticed it. "What function?"

"To feel good." He ever so gently nudged it, then wiggled it a little, watching her reaction.

"Oh... oh my..."

He could see it was working.

"But," she said, "is that... ooh... is that really its function? I mean, why?"

"Well, so you feel good. I guess all the people who didn't feel good didn't fuck and are dead without babies. So yeah, it's function is just to feel good. Like my dick when it's erect."

"Oh, wow, that makes so much sense." Actually, Captain Terdy would have thought breathing vacuum made sense at this point. The flood of euphoric feelings as Casanova picked up the pace had turned off her rational processes and turned on her moist emanations. She released her breasts and just sat with her legs open while Casanova touched her... "What's it called?" she asked softly.

"Your clit, or clitoris."

"Oh. It feels good." She pushed her breast towards Casanova's lips in the hope he would do some more. He did. She watched as he pulled and sucked on her nipple. It was amazing. He looked up.

"People kiss too," he said. "It's a demonstration of intimacy. It can be quite arousing too." He pulled her head down slightly and met her lips, sliding his tongue in. She gave a soft "mmm" and her tongue pushed into his mouth. He worked her clit harder. She gripped his head and plunged her tongue in and mashed her lips to his. It was a little artless but extremely passionate. He could feel her body heaving, her legs pushing apart. She broke away.

"I'm sure I'm aroused. Can we fuck? How do I get you aroused?"

"Oh, I'm aroused, but step by step. Here, come and sit on your desk." He directed her to place her beautiful rear cheeks on the edge of her desk while he sat in her chair. "Now, relax and lift and spread your legs."

She lay back on her elbows and watched him with parted lips over her heaving breasts.

Casanova admired her pussy. It was beautiful and smelled divine. He very gently slipped a finger into her vagina and massaged softly, getting a feel for her g-spot, then bent and applied his tongue to her clit. Gentle pressing licks.

"Oh!" she gasped. She fell back completely. "Oh my! It's... oh... It's amazingly good... It's..." her voice trailed off as she turned her head to the side and an expression of concentration came over her face.

Casanova let himself get lost in her heavenly thighs. Little shocks occasionally ran through her, her legs twitching, her torso jerking. He could hear her breath coming in deep draughts. He felt a wave of tension wash through her body then subside. He kept a steady pace until he felt the next wave rising then increased the pace as it peaked. On the third one he escalated his firmness and insistence as her body jerked and her breath became ragged, then she gasped loudly.

"Ogh! Ahhh." she orgasmed in mind blowing ecstasy as Casanova licked and poked her cunt. Great sheets of feeling washed through her body, making her shake and moan. It went on and on and he didn't stop. She tried to grab his head to push it down harder but her arms just flailed, her legs jerked and shuddered. "Mmmm... ah!" she exclaimed tensely.

"Oh wow," she said as she regained some control of her voice. "Oh orgasm."

Casanova backed off her clit, but continued to work gently, slowly bringing her arousal level back up.

"Oh," she said, still panting, "I can see why this is the apex recreational activity. I can't believe I wasted three days not knowing about this. Can we still fuck? Even though I've had an orgasm? Do I need to arouse you?"

Casanova sat back. "Sure, I'm quite aroused already."

She sat up, "can I see?" she said eagerly.

Casanova stood and pulled off his top, then discarded his boots and trousers, finally standing proudly before her. She immediately grabbed his big erect cock. "It feels nice when you touch it while it's hard. Some women like to use their mouth on it. You call it a blow-job or sucking dick, but you never blow, and you don't have to always suck."

She slipped off the desk and knelt at his cock, examining it closely. "What are these?" she said playing with his balls.

"They are my balls, that's where my sperm comes from."

"Oh, hello sperm," she said to them playfully, "do you want to get into my cunt?" She looked up. "How do I do a blow-job?"

"Well, you can start by putting it in your mouth and just sucking and using your tongue. But no teeth."

"Ok," she said, then slipped her lips over it.

Casanova watched and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. She was unbelievably hot. She did an amazing job for a neophyte. Lots of wet tongue feeling all over his head. He moaned a little, "oh, fuck that's good."

She pulled off and looked up again. "Is it like when you licked me? What's that called?"

"Eating you. I think yeah, it's similar I expect, but your clit is smaller, so it's more concentrated."

"Eating? Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Wow. Does all of it feel good?" she asked while she stroked the shaft.

"Yeah, but the head in particular is the most sensitive part. Oh, it's also called giving head."

"Ok." She went back to sucking, now glancing up to see his reaction.

"Yeah, that's great. It feels really good."

She went at it for a while, experimenting and seeing his reaction.

She thought it was quite a lot of fun, knowing the sort of feelings it was invoking. It was arousing her a lot too. She could recognize that now. She especially liked the feel of the head in her mouth. Like it belonged there. She remembered how it had felt to have it slide into her cunt. That was a bit like being eaten, being given head, but different. She let it out. "If I keep doing this, will you orgasm like I did when you ate me?"

"Probably, but let's not go that far. Men get un-aroused when they come. For a minute or so. They say it was much worse before the Hottening. I've heard it could take over ten minutes for the average man to get aroused again. I'm not sure I believe that. Anyway, let's fuck first."

"Come?"

"Orgasm."

"Oh. Right!" she just realized what he'd said about fucking. She stood up enthusiastically, still holding and gently manipulating his head.

"There are lots of ways to fuck," he said, cupping her breasts again. "You can do it standing, sitting, kneeling, lying, frontwards, backwards, sideways, almost anything."