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Duty Calls
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

A pretty young Ensign learns that the Academy way is 
not the only way. (MF, rom, military, sci-fi)

***

"Captain," this quiet voice said, "permission to 
speak?"

I put down my stylus and looked up into the dark eyes 
of a lovely, young ensign with a killer body. "Of 
course," I said, feeling my prong jump. Obviously I had 
been working too hard. She was a joy to watch breathe.

"McKeever," she said, "Ensign Race McKeever." She 
tapped the nametag on her big left breast. It jiggled, 
the boob not the nametag.

"Race?" I asked, puzzled as I admired her full-chested 
and long-legged body. Somewhere, I am sure, there is an 
officer who chooses girls for the Academy, and someday 
I want to thank him. Her jumpsuit looked to be painted 
on, ready to burst. "At ease, McKeever." Her nipples 
did not relax.

"A family name, sir. It's about my duties."

I sat back and admired her, head to toe. Succulent was 
the word that came to mind. Good enough to eat, as my 
grandfather loved to say. I nodded and resisted the 
urge to lick my lips.

She took a deep breath that strained the top of her 
normally shapeless jump suit which was at least a size 
too small, showing that my quartermaster was up to his 
usual tricks. "One of my jobs for the first quarter of 
this voyage," she licked her lips, "one of my duties is 
what they call bed-warmer, sir, sexual relief, you 
know, daily or as required, sir. I have been assigned 
to you, to help you as it were, however you wish."

"Really?" I lifted an eyebrow, very pleased to hear 
that since I was thinking about how to bed her. "Well, 
we've been rather busy what with that fresh water 
problem and those computer glitches. I was not aware of 
that." On earlier missions we had been issued drugs 
that suppressed sexual desires, or at least stored them 
out of mind, a process that made for a hell of a post-
voyage week.

She nodded. "But it has been three weeks, sir, twenty 
days actually, and it is one of the things on which I 
will be evaluated, giving you satisfaction that is."

My XO and I had been taking turns on lieutenant (j.g.) 
Madison, a very inventive young woman who could do it 
while in zero G or hanging by her heels in a doorway, a 
luscious female who could create a vacuum in her mouth, 
so I had not thought of any officer being assigned to 
my bed for exercise. It was something new, but it 
slipped my mind since this was my first time away from 
a New Washington desk for several years. I flipped open 
my calendar and smiled at her after pushing my cock 
down my leg.

"Any watch, sir," she said, rather eagerly I thought.

"Fourteen hundred, ensign? Or would 1900 be better?"

She licked her lips and smiled. "How about both, sir. 
We could get caught up, you might say." She blinked her 
dark eyes at me and made a tiny smile.

I put her name in both slots. "You know where my 
quarters are?"

She nodded, saluted, turned on her heels and left, hips 
rolling, a fine ass. I wondered how high I could bounce 
her. Out of curiosity, I punched up the duty rosters 
and saw that every female and the two male ensigns had 
similar assignments, in fact most were doing two or 
three senior officers, and I was the only one with a 
girl all to myself. Rank does have its privileges, you 
know. I wondered how the young ensign doing those four 
Marines was coping and made a note to check on her.

So after a light lunch and overseeing some routine 
emergency practice on the starboard escape craft, I 
went up to my cabin and there she was, standing by the 
hatch. According to her papers, Race McKeever was a 
healthy 22-year-old fresh out of the Academy with a 
major in astral navigation. She was five-foot-ten, 135 
pounds and wore a size fourteen uniform. I opened the 
door and ushered her in, smelling her clean hair and 
getting quickly aroused.

I sat at my small desk, unbuttoned my shirt and said, 
"Strip."

She blinked at me. "Fully?" she asked. "It isn't really 
necessary."

"Fully," I said, pulling off my shirt and undershirt.

She slid down the closer, wiggled her big body 
wonderfully, toed off her slippers and stepped out of 
her jumpsuit wearing issue underclothes but no bra. I 
stood after removing my shoes and got out of my pants 
and turned back the covers on my bunk. By then she was 
bare and it took but one look at her lush body for my 
cock to jump to attention, quivering and pointing 
upward, ready for liftoff and insertion. I grinned down 
at it, my pride I fear, and I smacked it, just to see 
it spring back.

"Oh," she said, looking at it and licking her lips. 
"It's awfully big, isn't it?"

I smiled. "Just average, Ensign. Climb in." Indeed it 
was a good bit bigger than average and on a good day, 
hard as tempered tungsten. I bobbled it in my hand.

She rolled into my rack all the way to the wall. "The 
cadet I did it with at school, at the Academy, his 
thing, his member was twelve centimeters long, and I 
remember learning that was about average, twelve to 
sixteen." Her nipples were hardening and erecting, 
little rose buds on full melons and her bulging groin 
was hairless as was mine, another stupid reg, burning 
off private hair in the name of cleanliness.

I stroked my stiff ram. "This tool's about 21 cm," I 
said. "I'm a bit older." I lay down beside her and 
pulled up the light covers. My prong tented them up 
proudly and her hand came to hold it, gently, down at 
the thick base.

"It's hot," she said. "So was his. I remember that. He 
said it was the blood."

"You've only done this once?" I asked, putting my arm 
about her shoulders and pulling her closer.

She nodded. "We had a six-week unit and copulation was 
part of the final. The surgeon had removed my hymen 
when I was a plebe, when he tied my tubes. That made it 
easier. Essohpee, sir."

"They taught fucking at the Academy?" While my right 
hand pulled her toward me, my left stroked her flank 
and then caressed her breast. It was a bit more than a 
handful. I stretched out her nipple, and she looked at 
me and whimpered. She stroked my big ram steadily, from 
the top down, as if slicking on a condom and poked my 
scrotum, out of curiosity perhaps. It probably felt 
like a cue ball.

"Ready?" she asked, biting her lower lip. "That's silly 
isn't it?" She swung a leg across my flanks and very 
quickly impaled herself on my upright prong, screwing 
herself down with a look of concentration on her pretty 
face, mouth open and eyes closed, jugs swinging, abs 
quivering, buttocks tensed. "Oh my," she said as our 
bellies met.

I held her at the hips, smiling up at her as she tried 
to get comfortable in the saddle and dug her knees into 
my ribs. Then she started hammering on my loins, 
straight up and down moves from the waist that quickly 
accelerated while she grunted out, "Ah, ah, ah, ah," as 
fast as she could, breasts thrusting out and muscles 
tensed, smacking us together with her pelvis. It was 
fierce, and the kind of thing one might expect at the 
end of a long period of much slower and deeper and more 
pleasant coital exercise. I felt my balls tremble and I 
came, gritting my teeth and jetting out my sperm in her 
tight passage before I could even lift my paws to maul 
her big tits. It had taken perhaps thirty seconds.

She smiled down at me, licked her lips, rolled off, 
stood and picked up her singlet with my spew oozing 
down her leg.

"Whoa," I said loudly as I sat up, my cock still hard 
and dripping. "Are you done?"

She nodded, found her voice after swallowing a couple 
of times and said, "Yes, sir. Do you want me to lick 
it, sir?" 

"Is that how they taught it, that hurried ining and 
outing?"

She nodded and she pulled up her boxer-style 
underpants. "Friction and ejaculation, sir; that was 
the goal."

"And you passed the course, the unit?"

"Yes, sir," she said, "four-point-oh."

"Who taught the course? Was it a woman?"

"Commander Bullton, sir. She emphasized getting the job 
done, no wasted time or effort. A bodily function she 
called it."

"Was she a lesbian, Sapphic? Do you know?"

"Never thought of it, sir." She pulled up her jumpsuit 
and covered her ripe body which glowed pinkly from our 
brief exercise. I do not think she had broken a sweat.

"Well Ensign," I said, as calmly as I could, both angry 
and disappointed, "were I to grade you on your 
performance today, I might give you a one-point-five if 
I were feeling generous. It was very disappointing." I 
swung my feet to the floor, my slimy cock still rearing 
up, utterly unsatisfied. "Very."

"I don't understand," she said. "I did it just as I was 
taught."

"It was piss poor. Did you enjoy it?"

She shook her head. "I didn't expect to, sir."

"Nineteen hundred, Ensign. Be here on time. Dismissed." 
She blinked and left. I hit the intercom and asked for 
Lt. Madison to report to the captain's quarters. I 
badly needed a suck and a fuck.

Five hours later, Ensign McKeever reported as 
scheduled, saluted and stood before me. I smiled at her 
and said, "This is going to take the whole hour. Have 
you any other duties?"

She shook her head. "No sir. I'm off duty until oh-six 
hundred. An hour, sir?"

"Well then," I said, as I pulled down the closer 
between her high, firm jugs, "this may take more than 
an hour. We are going to start with what is called 
foreplay. Ever hear of it?"

She shook her head as the closer passed her soft belly, 
and I peeled back her suit, slipped my hand under her 
singlet and grasped a breast, firmly. I pulled her down 
on my lap and kissed her, pretty roughly, while I 
peeled off the rest of her clothes. I rolled her onto 
my bed, got out of my own clothes and joined her, 
smiling, planning to enjoy myself thoroughly, already 
iron hard. 

It really didn't take as long as I thought it might and 
in a few minutes she was squirming in my arms and 
begging me to put it in her, to hurry, to do it, do it, 
please, please, please she begged after only a short 
session of deep kissing, mons rubbing and exploratory 
petting.

I did her missionary, push-ups and penetration, got her 
to wrap me in her muscular legs and brought her to a 
fine, gasping climax as I ground our pubic areas 
together and humped her hard and deeply for five 
minutes or so, varying angles and speeds. She stifled a 
scream with her fist, her body absolutely rigid, only 
her head and shoulders on the bed.

I rolled her over while she was still gasping for air, 
her fingers clawing at the covers, and took her from 
behind, first down flat and then up on her knees while 
I grasped her jugs to hold her to me. After she came 
again, I let her flop and snuggled up behind her, spoon 
fashion and eased my still-hard ram into her dripping 
slot. She whinnied like a colt, and I rubbed past a 
very sensitive area several times, producing a shiver 
with each pass. I planned on this third coupling to 
last a good while.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked quietly as I petted her 
big breasts and put my body on autopilot, just 
thrusting and recoiling without thought or effort, 
five-second spasms.

She nodded and made an odd noise, a kind of sighing 
groan.

"The idea, Ensign, is that both parties should give and 
receive pleasure. I enjoyed it so far and, evidently, 
so did you. We're off to a good start. Right?"

She nodded and groaned. I thrust and squeezed, popping 
out her hard nipple. The thing was as big as the last 
joint of my thumb.

"Good," I said, "I'd give you perhaps a two-point-five 
so far, but you have to put in a lot more effort if you 
want a three. Understand?"

"Uh, uh," she gasped, a kind of sob as I continued to 
plow her and milk her. I pulled her face toward mine 
and kissed her while I gently massaged her clit and 
brought her to her third orgasm in fifteen minutes. She 
shuddered and begged me to let her rest. I rolled her 
atop me, got my thick stallion back into her squishy 
tunnel and pulled her down on my chest. "Rest," I 
whispered as my cock quivered inside her.

Thirty minutes later as we lay together, nose to nose, 
genitals still engaged, she whispered, "Can you do me a 
favor?"

"Can you make your pussy grasp more firmly. You're 
getting kind of loose."

She tensed her fine, young muscles, and I smiled at 
her. "There's a friend of mine, Ensign Grant, who is 
having a problem. She's assigned to the Fleet Marines, 
and those four officers do her every single day, all 
four of them."

"Those are good-sized fellows," I said, flexed my horn 
and producing a happy squeal.

She nodded. "Each of them's more than a hundred kilos, 
and she said their, their penis are as big as her 
forearm."

"Wouldn't be surprised." I grabbed her buttocks with 
both hands and pulled her tighter, ready for a final 
romp before getting back to work.

"Could you, oh damn, sir, could you, oh sir, please, 
could you ask them, ahh, ask them to, oh that's 
wonderful, sir, right there, right there, ask them to 
take it easy on her, sir. Yah, yah, yah," and she was 
off, bucking and fucking like a mad woman. She had 
learned a great deal in an hour.

At 0900 I talked to the Marine colonel in charge of our 
detachment. He was a big, bluff man of about my age who 
stood at parade rest and stared over my head.

"You and your officers are enjoying a new ensign are 
you?" I asked.

He nodded. "She's adequate, barely, sir. Not much meat 
on her."

"You have her every day, every watch?"

"There's four of us," He said. "We take turns. She gets 
at least a couple of hours to recover, do her other 
work, between beddings. Four a day ain't so bad, sir."

"I want you to cut back to two men a day on her. 
Understand? And I'll assign another ensign for you from 
now on. She can do the other two."

"Ensign Grant reported to sick bay at 1300 yesterday 
after Captain Putnam corn-holed her. He's kind of rough 
sometimes, sir."

"All right. I send you a substitute, Ensign McKeever, 
but two a day, no more than two. You can work it out, 
right?"

"McKeever," he said. "When Grant gets back to her 
duties, then all four of us can get laid each day, 
right, sir?"

"Exactly," I said with a smile, thinking of Lt. 
Madison's ripe body and talented tongue.

END

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