Space Relations Pt. 29

Uhura had halted just outside the hatch. At this point, she went in and pulled Cruz in with her. "Here, let me shut the hatch. I don't really want anyone to see what we're doing here."

Wondering what was up, Cruz simply went along with it.

"You want to play show me yours and I'll show you mine?" Mark was still goofing around. "Maybe you want me to rate your boobies. LT, yours are nice and firm, and Cruz, yours are nice and droopy."

"Are they really droopy, baby?" Cruz glanced down at his mammary. "Is that a bad thing for them to be droopy like that?"

"I'm not complaining about it." Mark got up and started toward them. With a swagger, he tugged down on his shorts, giving them a quick glimpse of his erection. "You wouldn't be shutting my door if you didn't come in here looking for trouble. You gals are looking for trouble, aren't you?"

"There are some rules I want you to follow." Uhura instructed. "Once this is over, you will still respect me as your captain. Second, I don't want your penis anywhere near my face. I have to be strict about this, but I want you to take it easy with me. I brought Cruz along because I feel more comfortable with her being here."

"Hold on, baby." Cruz interjected. "Mark, those same rules that LT just gave you will also apply to me."

"Oh, really?" Mark nodded at them knowingly. He reached out and took both women by their wrists, and slowly began pulling them toward his bunk. "You ladies both want some hotdog, don't you? That's something exciting for me. Two for the price of one. You know what? You can choose whatever you want for dinner after this."

"I'm holding out until I get some cheesecake." Cruz flirted, catching herself a second later. "Oh, my. That was my natural counter to innuendo from the opposite sex. I still have this stigma in my mind, that I shouldn't be coy with you at all, because you're a man, baby, and I didn't use to swing that way."

"Don't lose any sleep over it." Mark said. He prodded both women to lean over on his bunk, and then got them on all fours right on the edge. Their calves and feet were sticking out.

"What are we doing now?" Uhura asked.

"Oh, I'm just taking a look at my two birthday presents." Mark sounded giddy.

"This isn't your birthday, baby." Cruz said. "Perhaps you've become confused."

"It was a figure of speech, you dork." Mark replied, as he pulled Cruz's shorts and Uhura's sweatpants down to their knees, exposing their entire backsides. "Oooh, look at you two, not wearing any panties. Shame, shame."

"I believe I'm speaking for the two of us," Cruz replied. "When I say that we're still too manly to wear panties."

"You always sound so clinical." Mark observed. "Look at these two onions in front of me. They're both so nice they almost make me want to cry. I really can't make up my mind over which one I like more."

Cruz shivered, when Mark's hands ran across her ass.

"This one is big and round and juicy." Mark commented, before he stepped over to make Uhura tremble as well. "Oh, and this one, its dark and tight, but sticks out so much! Who is going to get it first, ladies?"

Cruz and Uhura glanced at one another, but neither of them said a word.

"Hey, come on, loosen up." Mark said. "You guys have been good to me. On some of the other ships I've worked on, the Space Corps people treated me like a piece of gum that got stuck on the bottom of their shoe. I never felt like that here, ever since the start. You guys always treated me like I was part of the crew. I'm not going to bully you. I just want to be nice to you girls, okay?"

"I see that the therapy sessions Mario and I have been having with you are showing some positive returns." Cruz remarked.

"Of course they are, and stop being so clinical." Mark confirmed. "You guys keep asking me, do I enjoy serving on this ship, and I always say yes. Then you say that I don't love the ship, but the people on the ship. That means I love you guys, right? Why would I want to piss you guys off if I love you?"

Mark moved behind Cruz. He took hold of the Latina's wide hips and started rubbing the front of his shorts on her raised ass. "You like that, Cruz?"

"No comment, baby."

Uhura noticed that Cruz had shut her eyes. After a few moments of grinding against the Latina's behind, Mark reached his long arms across her body and fondled Cruz's big hanging breasts.

"You like this?" Mark flirted. Soon, Mark stepped away from the Latina and got behind the Nubian officer. "Let's lose these shorts first."

When the big man pressed behind her, Uhura felt a bare cock pressed against her ass. She couldn't help but shudder.

"Oh, Cappy, I like how you did that." Mark said. "It makes me feel so hot to know that I'm going to give you your first cock. When you had one of these, Cappy, you gave it to me really good. That's what I want to do to you. I want you to leave my bunk as high-happy as you made me feel all those times."

Uhura felt the cook's hands sliding over her lean back, all the way to her shoulders. After a moment, the soft touches traveled to her ribs, and then reached down further to cup both of her breasts. From the sounds of it, Mark was breathing even more erratically than she was.

"Oh, Cappy." Mark said, breathless. "I threatened you with my strap-on once, but this is like a thousand times more exciting than just thinking about that. I can't believe I'm actually doing this!"

He really was animated, Uhura noted. Mark's hands coursed all over her body, as far as her upper arms and even down her thighs. The big man grabbed her by the waist, bucking his hips and grinding his cock up against the black woman's ass, getting more reckless by the second. Uhura shuddered again, when a big finger invaded that soft spot between her legs.

"You've got a volcano down there, Cappy!" Mark exclaimed. "I can't believe I made you this hot, because you were a man only like three seconds ago! Do you have any idea how hot that makes me?" He pressured his finger into Uhura several times, causing her to gasp. "Oh, you've got a good fever going, Cappy! This little finger thermometer isn't going to do the job! I've got to give you the bigger one!"

The bigger man jostled Uhura about. She felt his large hands squeezing her ass, and his meaty cock pushing against her thigh. Then, the rounded end was between her legs, prodding and pushing. Uhura felt a growing pressure on her vagina. Her body cringed to avoid that pressure, as if it was going hurt, but Mark held her still with his strong grip. The cock pushed again, this time forcing her flesh to part. At the same time, Mark pulled her back while he thrust forward. The result was that everything Mark had to give went into place. It was an invasion, and rough, but it was also so stimulating that Uhura could not keep herself from crying out. That was nothing compared to the clamor Mark was making. He was moaning so loud it was almost yelling.

The irony of it was not lost on Uhura. She was a black man in the body of a black woman. As Captain Washington, she'd always enjoyed the contrast of his dark skin against Margo's pale body. She wondered if Mark saw this the same way; the tight ebony swells of her backside with that pale white rod rocking into them. She also thought of what her old buddies back at the academy might think, if they saw a video of the former man, a ship's commissioned captain, being pummeled from behind by the cook, of all people. No, that wasn't right; Uhura corrected her mind. She would not denigrate Mark because he was simply a cook. Mark was her friend and lover, both as a male and a female. Outsiders wouldn't understand this, but she did, and so did everyone else under his command.

Mark seemed to have lost his reason. He throttled into his commanding officer with unbroken resolve. Loud wails broke from his throat, while his big hands traveled over ebony landmarks. Uhura enjoyed this reaction immensely; just hearing the man lose his composure so fully was a sexual thrill. At the same time, the pummeling was causing an electric fiction within her body. Just as in her man-form she'd done this before to Margo, she was now entirely willing to have Mark do it to her.

Uhura made noises of her own, but Mark's cries always eclipsed them. She felt her body inching closer and closer to a climax, wondering what that would feel like when it finally happened. The moment was robbed away from her, when Mark unexpectedly pulled out and retreated. Still enthralled in passion, Uhura looked behind her. Mark had gone all the way back to the wall.

"Sorry, Cappy." Mark apologized. "I know I promised I'd go slow, but damn, that ass! I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I don't think those were cries of distress coming from her." Cruz chuckled.

"Well, I don't realize when I'm going too far sometimes." Mark came back to them. She pulled both women off the bunk, before jumping onto the mattress on her back. "Last time, Mary was trying to show me how to keep me from going off too fast. She rode me and she squeezed her pussy on me, and she controlled the pace."

"Mary and I did that exercise all the time, when we were in our original bodies." Cruz nodded.

"Let's do that now." Mark encouraged. "You'd better go next. If Cappy sits on me, I'm liable to pop off in three seconds."

Cruz looked to study Mark for a few moments. The Latina seemed to revert to her usual analytical mode as she climbed on the bunk. She straddled Mark and eased her body onto his cock.

"Oh, that's bigger than Mario." Cruz remarked, as she settled down on the hard rod. "Don't tell him I said that. He's a little conscious of his size. Let's see now. I know how to do this from the perspective of a man, so I know the basics very well. Because I'm a woman, baby, we'll just have to wing it this time and see how it all works out."

Cruz started a soft bounce on the bigger man. After a few moments of this, she leaned forward to set her hands on Mark's chest. Mark didn't waste any time after that. He slid his hands across Cruz's thighs and grabbed two meaty handfuls of ass. Then Mark reached up to play with her full pendulums of breasts. It was interesting that Cruz was not a noisy lover at all. Oh, she gasped and panted, but her utterances were softer squeals and purrs.

When Cruz began bouncing faster, her breasts started jumping up and down in a way Uhura found fascinating. The Nubian woman no longer wanted to be a mere spectator watching from the sidelines. She wanted to fondle those breasts the same way Mark was. Uhura moved in closer, seeing that Cruz was keeping her eyes closed. Another regret came to Uhura's mind. She should have fucked Cruz when she was still Washington. Those tits and that ass would have looked incredible if they'd been bouncing on him instead of on Mark.

Uhura suddenly realized that she was jealous of Mark. She wanted to take Cruz away and have the Latina all to herself. There was something profound in that idea. Perhaps if she thought about that and really analyzed her feelings, it would help Uhura deal with Barbie later. But that was for another time.

Her black hand reached out to caress Cruz's breast, before she cupped it and really felt it. This is something she'd wanted to do over and over ever since Cruz had grown tits. They were exciting to look at, both from a male and female point of view. Mark playfully slapped away at Uhura's hand, trying to get his hands on both of the Latina's tits. There were other parts of Cruz that Uhura could touch, so she slid her hand over the Latina's warm shoulders and back.

When Uhura began coursing her fingers though the other woman's short black hair, she noticed that Cruz was looking up at her. The Latin beauty had her eyes and mouth open, as she continued to ride Mark, although her pace had slowed down again.

Uhura couldn't help it. She not only wanted to continue to stare at that hot, open mouth, but she wanted to taste it as well. Unwittingly, Uhura's ebony fingers got too close to Cruz's mouth. The Latina moved her head slightly and sucked in Uhura's thumb. It looked like a natural reaction, as if the manly part of her was taking a break, and the feminine aspect was allowed to take over. As Uhura started to relish the feel of Cruz's warm lips and moist mouth sucking on his finger, she regretted no longer having a cock. If she did have one, she had no doubt that hovering it close to Cruz's face would prompt the Latina to put her mouth on it.

Uhura thought of how eagerly Freya had sucked his cock, even though Freya had formerly been Thor. She wondered if Cruz would do such a good job at it. Uhura also thought of what would happen if she were sexually excited, and Mark decided to stick his manhood in front of her eyes. Would Uhura start sucking on that man, as wantonly as Cruz was sucking on his thumb? She remembered telling Mark earlier, not to bring his cock anywhere near her face. Was that because she was repelled by the idea, or because she feared she would give in to the taboo temptation and do something naughty with it?

Uhura pulled her thumb out of Cruz's mouth. This used to be a man, she told herself. But Cruz's feminine face was full of sexual desire. Her body was sensual and appealing. Even her voice and her sexual noises were tantalizing. Uhura used to be a man as well, but for the time being she could pretend to be a complete woman, as his science officers had suggested. She could give in to her impulses, could in essence become a character in a theatrical play, so she could experience things from this new and hot perspective.

Cruz displayed such an expression of quiet sexual joy, that Uhura drew in closer to fully capture it. The Latina made a half smile, with her mouth open and panting. This gave Uhura the whim to kiss her. In Uhura's mind, they were not former men anymore, but sexual beings wanting to share their passions with one another. The Latina's mouth was as hot as the rest of her. Her tongue lashed out wet and strong, engaging Uhura's like a serpent. Dark chocolate arms and lighter bronze arms spontaneously began an erotic exploration that had no traditional boundaries.

At some point, Cruz scooted back by a short distance and had Uhura take her place. The black woman straddled Mark, impaling herself with a thick specimen of manhood. Cruz and Uhura embraced and felt each other up as if they had the rest of eternity before them. It felt very natural for Uhura to begin riding Mark. She felt his hands running up and down her back, and also frequently setting on her ass. Earlier, she'd been reluctant to have a man inside of her, but that anxiety was all gone now.

That feeling of approaching climax came back to her. She sped up her bounces, hearing Mark's loud grunts beneath her, while she kept her arms wrapped around Cruz. The women kissed when they could, but Uhura's pace soon made that difficult. Up and down she went, lifting her long ebony frame until Mark nearly popped out of her, before she brought her weight down and took him all in again. She put her hands on Cruz's fat butt and kept them there, while she felt the Latina doing the same to her.

Cruz must have been keeping track, when they both heard Mark having his climax. For the first time, Uhura realized, a man was coming inside of her. No sooner had the thought run through her head, than Cruz had put her hand between Uhura's legs. She started playing with Uhura's folds, quickly finding and stimulating her clitoris.

Uhura had been close to her orgasm, but this new sensation against her sensitive parts was enough to submerge her into those blissful depths. She moved her hands from Cruz's butt to her back, still riding Mark, and let the pleasure take over her body. Uhura, who in her male form was not known to shriek, let out such a wail of sexual gratification that it filled up the entire room and very nearly burst the walls. Her climax felt like a bolt of lightning had gone through her body, where her senses were magnified and amplified. Mark's hands were clenched on her ass, while Cruz had her hair tickling Uhura's face. A small volcano was erupting between her legs, while her taut chest was pinned against two big, warm Latin pillows.

They kept caressing each other's bodies, long after the feeling had subsided from Uhura. She lay next to Mark, while Cruz went to lie on the man's opposite side.

Uhura couldn't help but wonder, "Is a woman's orgasm like that every time?"

"I think so." Mark answered. "I mean, you have some duds sometimes if your partner isn't as into it as you are, or if you're not in a good mood to begin with. But mostly, yeah, mostly it is like that."

"Well, no wonder women bend over backwards after a man gives it to them." Uhura saw the connection.

"It doesn't always have to be a man." Mark replied. "Women fall in love with other women all the time."

"I sure do!" Cruz joked.

"That means you're a lesbian."

"Right, baby." Cruz nodded soberly. "I'll never again make fun of your mental disease, now that I've seen what the other side of the road is like."

"Gee, thanks!" Mark laughed. "You're a little late to the party, babe, since I'm no longer a woman!"

"Well, you will be, once this trouble wears off. I'm sure it won't last forever. I'm not saying that I have any regrets about what we're doing, mind you. I just think we should be mentally aware that at some point we may have to readjust again."

"I just can't believe that I let a man make love to me." Uhura said. "While I was making out with somebody else that used to be a man."

"Stop with that way of thinking." Cruz told her. "This is like a new chapter in our adventures. Have some fun with it, once you get past the mental barriers your ego has put up for you. I know this isn't easy, as I had my own qualms about it. I surely did! But Mario was a good experience for me."

"Was I a good experience?" Mark wondered.

"Of course you were, baby." Cruz told her. "You were tender with us when we came in here a bit on the nervous side. I want to commend you for that."

"Really? You want some more later, because I'll give it to you! What do you guys want to eat? Pick anything you want."

"I'm afraid I'll be at the end of the line." Cruz frowned. "Freya and Cammie want to have a go with you first. You'll have to be as gentle with them as you were with us. Promise!"

"Really? Even Cammie? You know, she used to be afraid of me when I was a woman. I think she's doubly afraid now that I'm a man."

"Well, you do come off as a child from the gutter." Cruz informed her.

Mark shrugged. "I know. Sometimes I rub it in a little thick just to piss her off. How about you, Cappy? Are you coming into my bunk like you did to Freya the other night? Are you going to sneak in like that?"

"If you see my name on the schedule, that means yes." Uhura answered. "I have to figure out how to fix things with Barbie first."

"A suggestion, LT?" Cruz asked.

Uhura shrugged back. "I'm all ears. I've tried everything I could think of with her."

"Here is what I deem might work." Cruz elaborated. "Stop trying to fix your wife. You're not the same bold, swashbuckling type you were before, but that's because you let yourself become that way. You have the balls in your marriage, regardless of what your physical body looks like. Ever since Freya went through her sexual change, you've been apologizing to everyone, including Barbie and myself. Stop apologizing so much and start giving us the finger. Put us in our place when we need it. If you don't want Mark to slap you on the butt, don't meekly walk away from that. Confront him about it to his face and force him to change his attitude."

"Do you have a problem with that, Cappy?" Mark asked.

"That's a difficult question to answer." Uhura admitted. "As a man, it really bothers me when you do that. As a woman, because you're as rough and tough as I am, or like I used to be anyways, I don't really mind it all that much. In fact, the womanly side of me actually likes that kind of attention."