"It was through an unfortunate misunderstanding that Earth fell foul of the alien species Vorg. A deep-space hauler, on encountering the unexplored Vorg space failed to translate the repetitive transmission broadcasting from several alien satellites warning all would-be trespassers to avoid their territory. Vorg language is perhaps the most complex Earth linguists have since studied, so it was no surprise the hauler failed to heed the caution. It entered Vorg space unaware and unprepared, for when approached by a Vorg patrol and communications on either side produced naught but frustration the Vorg assumed the Earth vessel was hostile and fired upon it, destroying all 55-crew men and women on board.
However, the hauler did manage to rattle off a SOS before succumbing to superior enemy fire, though it was many weeks later when Earth could investigate. The reticent Vorg must have viewed this second exploratory investigation as an incursion, for on immediate penetration of Vorg space the 4-ship squadron was set upon and, after a fierce battle all but destroyed. One Earth ship, badly damaged, managed to escape, and the pilot later recalled to an assembly of Earth officials, politicians and military personnel that the Vorg set upon them without warning, their high-pitched squeals screaming throughout all channels, bombarding them not only with firepower of vicious destructive power but an aural assault of torturous levels.
An Ambassador and scientific team were dispatched, Earth hoping to avoid further hostilities with the inscrutable Vorg. With humankind on the brink of its first galactic war there was much to be lost on this prudent expedition. Yet when a Vorg squadron met the peace-mission in Earth space and annihilated the vessel Earth realized that talks with the insidious Vorg was onerous, to say the least. This cold-blooded act of murder, not to mention the deliberate and intrusive invasion of Earth space and its colonies was finite - Earth had no choice but to defend it self and declare war on the alien species Vorg …"

Lt. Commander Melissa Kendra, Star-Pilot, Flying Cobra Squadron put the vid-pad down and sighed. Reading Earth history of the encounter with the Vorg and how the Great Galactic War started some 150-years ago always inspired her before she flew out on a mission. Recalling how her brave forefathers battled the loathed Vorg with no indication of whom or what they were dealing with was rousing reading material indeed. Though Earth came close to destruction several times during the catastrophic war humankind bonded together like no other time in its history. Like the phoenix of myth it rose from its despondent chasm and thrust back into Vorg space, almost crushing their accursed enemy in the process. But a resilient foe, the Vorg would regroup and retaliate, and so it went, back and forth, for 150-years, and though Earth High Command rallied the troops with speeches that victory was near it seemed, Melissa thought, that they were forever saying this.
Still, no matter, and never mind that no-one had ever actually seen a Vorg in the flesh. Of course, the propaganda people created a Vorg to show humankind what they were fighting against, and a horrid, grotesque creature it was; a demonic, osseous monster with flaying tentacles and slobbering jaws filled with serrated shark teeth, its probing tongue tasting the air for human flesh. But a career as a Star-Pilot gave her access to certain avenues that the general public had not; it was in their best interest that they believe Earth was battling a monstrous enemy and that they had the knowledge and means to defeat it. Besides, it was only a matter of time before they captured a living Vorg and dissected it to learn its weaknesses and exploit them. Until then, and mindful of her leader's righteous deceit, Melissa stoutly believed in her superiors and her squadron and herself, and was convinced that within her lifetime the Vorg would be annihilated and peace would resume in the galaxy.
She stretched her smooth, long legs, curling her toes as she lifted her arms upwards and yawned. Her breasts heaved beneath the short, white chemise with pink rimming she wore, her nipples delicately brushing against the silky material. Being a Lt Commander had its privileges; Melissa had her own humble quarters within the Ohio Star-Base; a small, two room bungalow, bathroom & shower in one, living room, bedroom and kitchen in the other, and though sometimes she missed her fellow pilots she shared with in the barracks she did relish her privacy.
Twenty-five, Melissa was stunningly beautiful; her long black hair was thick and rich; piercing green eyes peered from an oval face, button nose and wide, red lips. She was tall, her body slim, her breasts full and heavy, her ass firm and 'grab-able', as her friend Janice commented. She was currently single, but was seeing on-and-off, amongst others, the respected and brave Captain Huckleberry 'Huck' Onklemeiher, or, should that be, she was currently dating his big cock. Nothing made her wetter than wrapping her fingers around his fat prick, and though she knew for a fact that Huck was fucking half the female staff at Ohio Star-base she didn't give a rat's ass; it seemed that, during times of war, everyone was fucking everyone else. Psychologically, she figured, it was a way of bonding with her fellow species, of keeping their humanity alive and vibrant and pertinent with lots and lots of fucking. Certainly Earth High Command encouraged procreation (to replenish the massive casualties, no doubt) but if EHC knew of the sheer wastage of male cum at Ohio Star-Base, or rather it not being used for what it was intended then they'd have kittens, to put it mildly. Or perhaps they did know, and chose to ignore it. They needed their Star-Corp service men and women in tip-top shape, not to mention mentally grounded, too. And a laid serviceman was a happy serviceman, right?
Looking at the clock Melissa saw that it was 7.23am. She had to report for duty at 3pm, where Flying Cobra Squadron would escort several bulk cruisers from Earth to the Shackleton System, some 3.5-light years away. From there Earth hoped to lead an assault on a Vorg fleet amassing within the nebula system. If this enemy fleet was destroyed, EHC stated, it would be a major blow to the Vorg military campaign.
Perhaps … she thought to herself, her fingers sliding between her thighs to gently caress her pussy which tingled to her touch. Her body shuddered slightly as Melissa dreamily closed her eyes and thought of Huck's tongue lapping on her clit, his thick fingers sliding into her wet honey-pot. She licked her lips, her index finger dancing lightly across her sensitive clit.
"Holo-com on," she said aloud, and before her, three-feet above her bed a holographic image communicator flicked to life. With this device she could communicate with anyone with the same technology rigged up to their quarters, home or office - practically everyone on Earth. "Captain Huckleberry Onklemeiher," she said, and within seconds a bleary-eyed Huck appeared above her, larger-than-life, his image crackling randomly.
"Melissa," the handsome Captain said, unshaven, no more than thirty, his thick, sandy blonde hair uncombed and uncouth, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Once focused, he then saw the beautiful woman before him masturbating. "Good morning!"
"Good morning, Huck," Melissa replied, staring at the holo-image. "I was laying here and thinking of you and your big cock," she continued.
"So I see," he said.
"I wish I had you here with me, now," Melissa went on, her fingers now vigorously rubbing her engorged clit. "I so want to suck your big cock!"
"Yeah?" he asked her, moving away from the holographic screen so that his full body was now in view. Here Melissa saw Huck and his big cock; long, thick, circumcised, fat, she knew it like she knew the back of her hand, knew where his sensitive spots were, knew each and every vein that throbbed, even where his tiny freckle was. And he was masturbating, too.
"Mmmmm, I love your big cock!" she purred. "Pull it for me," she said, "I want to see you cum for me!" The holo-com above Melissa illuminated the bed and semi-naked Melissa, her chemise reflected a soft red and orange color as the projected light glimmered translucently upon her.
"Fuck, Melissa," Huck groaned, "I wish I was with you, God, I wanna eat your pussy so fucking bad!" The holo-com lowered between her legs as Huck lapped the air before her, he muttering an 'Mmmmm!' sound through pursed lips. Melissa's pussy was sweet, so fucking sweet. Her black pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and on more than one occasion Melissa would trim her pubes into the emblem of the Flying Cobra Squadron.
"Oh yeah, Huck," she said, biting her bottom lip, once again imagining his tongue buried within her.
"I want to suck on your clit, finger your ass, you hot slut!"
"Oh Huck," Melissa panted. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms as she fingered her now dipping cunt. "Call me your whore," she went on, "tell me I'm your fucking slut!"
"You nasty, cock-sucking whore," Huck breathed, his arm a blur as he pulled frantically on his throbbing erection. "You fucking slut, you're my whore, my fucking slut!"
"I'm your whore, stud," Melissa panted. She brought her honey-coated fingers to her red lips and sucked on them. "Your slut; I'm your slut."
"You filthy whore," Huck gasped, his eyes fixated on the voluptuous form before him. God, what breasts! What a tight cunt she had! God, what a horny slut she was! "I adore fucking my filthy whore!"
"Oh yeah, Huck," she moaned, continuing her fingering, her climax building, steadily approaching, "oh yeah, let me see you cum, I want to see you cum."
"Fuck, baby, oh shit, Melissa," he grunted, the holo-com zooming in on his hand shafting his erection. Pre-cum pooled at the tip of his bulbous knob, made sticky with Huck's frenzied grip.
"Cum, baby, cum!" Melissa cried, her orgasm rushing through her, her pussy aflame with sexual release. Through gritted teeth she feverishly frigged her clit, suddenly letting out a collection of obscenities before a heated gasp of pleasure, her body warmly quivering as the after-glow swam over her.
"Here it comes -"Huck warned her, his panting growing heavier as his orgasm neared fruition. Melissa sat up to gaze into the holo-com as she watched Huck's ejaculation spew forth, splattering the holo-com, the salty jets sizzling the holographic screen.
"Yeah, baby!" Melissa cooed, pretending to lick the screen, her face aglow with red and orange, gray cum streaks reflected on her face as it ran down the screen like treacle.
"Lick it, lick it …" he told her, slouching back on his unkempt bed, his eyes half-closed, a contented look spreading across his face.
"Every last drop," she told him, sluttishly.
"That was some wake-up call," he commented.
"Sure was," she said.
"Day off today, babe?"
"I wish," Melissa replied, lying back on her bed and stretching her legs in front of her. "Escort duty to the -" She caught herself before she said 'Shackleton System'. Loose lips destroy ships, and all that. "What of you?"
"Meetings, meetings and more meetings," he sighed. "I have a 9am briefing with Fornalski, of all people."
General Fornalski, the top-man who ran Ohio, was as militaristic as they came. Dividing his time between Ohio Star-Base and the Front Lines, this hard-nosed, hard-lined army bulldog had balls of steel and a fearsome reputation. A fierce yet brilliant soldier, Earth was counting on him to lead them to victory against the Vorg. Still, Melissa was quite fond of him.
"He's not too bad, Huck," she said.
"Oh, that's right," he retorted, playfully, "I forgot that you served with him for a couple of months. Where the rest of us quake in fear at the mere mention of his name you got to sit on his lap."
"It wasn't like that and you know it," she said, though she didn't sound too convincing.
"I know, I know" he said, "I was only kidding. But I tell ya, Mel, being a Captain sounds a lot more fun than it actually is."
Melissa laughed. "I believe you, but thousands wouldn't," she said. "You don't get much pussy in deep-space, 'Captain'!"
"Depends which freighter I'm assigned to," he said, sniggering. "There's a lot of horny female flight-staff out there."
"I'll bet," Melissa mused, thinking of her best friend Janice. "Well, I gotta go," she said, glancing at the clock, "duty calls, etc."
"Oh, so you just used me for your jollies and now you're leaving?"
"That's right, toots," Melissa giggled. "I'll call you when I get back."
"Be careful out there," he said, sincerely.
"I will," she replied. "Holo-com off," and then the luminescent image flickered once before disappearing, the bedroom now dimmer because of it, and not for the first time did Melissa dread the near-darkness.

* * *

II

An hour later Lt. Commander Melissa Kendra, dressed in her immaculate (and quite, quite sexy) uniform of sea-green and white flight suit, with hidden zipper streaking from the collar, between her globular breasts to under her taut, shapely ass, decorated with soft leather shoulder, elbow and knee pads, utility belt, chunky green boots and an oval-shaped green helmet with clear visor which she clutched in her gloved hands stepped into a personnel-transporter that would take her to one of the vast hangers where her ship awaited, fuelled and readied. The 4-person transporter, a rickety old hovering thing from years past jutted forward once Melissa sat into the passenger seat, the uniformed driver saluting half-heartedly to his Lt. Commander as he gripped the steering handle and did his best to avoid hitting any one no fast enough to get out of his way.
The Ohio Star-Base was a bustling mini-city all to itself. The transport hovered to and fro, dodging other vehicles, from similar speeders to 12-wheel bulk transports carrying pilots, troopers and Star-Corp personnel to couriers on speeder-bikes to Defense Pulsar Tanks on training maneuvers, rumbling noisily on two-story sized wheels, their enormous pulsar turrets jutting menacingly from dust-coated heavy armor. Melissa's attention was off-ground, in the skies, watching countless ships whizzing by, transport shuttles shipping supplies or troops either to or from Ohio, patrol ships zooming like irate wasps back and forth, ever on guard, or, as she and her squadron would be leaving for very shortly, escorting bulk cruisers, stabbing upward, destined for some classified deep-space assignment.
On reaching the silver-domed hanger Melissa thanked the driver as she stepped down, he grunting a response before immediately taking off, no doubt inundated with further duties. The interior of the enormous hanger was just as busy and productive as the base itself; maintenance droids whirred, hovered and scooted about their duties; astro-mechanics, the back-bone of Earth's fleet clanged and welded engine parts, attending attentively to their most honorable of labors. Other pilots of other squadrons chatted amongst themselves; drill sergeants barked orders to those unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance. It was noisy and intimidating and chaotic, but a hanger in war time was no place for a picnic. Melissa was used to nothing else. Her hair tied behind her in a pony-tail Melissa slid her helmet over her head before entering the yawning entrance to the hanger. She slipped the full face visor, which also acted as an oxygen-supply once her ship broke the atmosphere and pierced into airless space, back into the helmet's sheath and approached several Star-Pilots waiting in a group beneath the missile-armed wing span of a Flying Cobra fighter.
Here were her comrades, her friends, her squad of bitches with whom she fought alongside and, without hesitation (for Earth depended on it) had ordered into battle. Here were long-time pilots with whom she trained with before climbing through the ranks, such as Flight Lt. Dana Gruber and Lt. Rebecca 'Becky' Sulch, as ruthless in a Flying Cobra as they were beautiful and slutty (Melissa smiled). There were replacements, too, those greenbacks straight out of flight-school sent to replace pilots lost in space. Some would survive, most wouldn't. The average life-span of a Star-Pilot was two-years; of course, there were exceptions. Melissa didn't hold the record, that particular honor went to Sergeant Helen Moon, demoted. She would have made Captain and earned ground duty if she hadn't had struck a (condescending, apparently) superior office; a capital offense in these turbulent times, but with Moon's experience EHC simply couldn't afford to lose such a talented and skilled pilot. She was offered either a dishonorable discharge or demotion. Not that it was much of a choice.
All had their own stories, all had their own history, and Melissa felt safe and secure in their company. They stood to attention and saluted their Lt. Commander, she returning likewise. "At ease, chaps," she said, mimicking those ancient movie-reels when people of Earth battled each other (imagine!) before uniting to battle a far worse enemy - the Vorg.
"Where to today, sir?" Dana asked. Beautiful and staggeringly intelligent, her hour-glass figure was encased statuesquely within her uniform. Her tight ass, poured into the tight material of her flight-suit was the envy of the squadron.
"To the Shackleton System," Melissa replied.
"Not another escort mission?" Becky asked, sardonically. The cynic of the group, curvaceous, bodacious Becky, her skin the succulent color of mocha always had something to say; her tongue was as witty as it was … gifted.
Melissa said, "I'm afraid so, however; I needn't tell you that this is vital to the war effort and that we are the meanest bitches this side of the galaxy."
"Damn straight," Becky said.
"The Shackleton System," Helen mused. "Isn't that the nebula system where it's rumored a Vorg fleet is gathering?" For all her rugged experience as a Star-Pilot Helen was quite lady-like off duty. A pin-up model before she joined up, she thought her career modeling for the troops wasn't enough so, against her manager and agent's opposition joined up to fight for Earth. (Unbeknown to some superior officers Helen wore certain items of clothing not deemed suitable for military wear beneath her flight-suit. That black lacy thong was a reminder of her former life, and what she was fighting for).
"The very same," Melissa said.
"Front line," Becky exclaimed. "This may not be snooze-Ville after all!"
"I'm hoping we'll deliver our package safely and get to go home," Melissa added, gravely. Heroics were one thing; blind stupidity, wishing for battle another.
"Of course," Becky said.
"We take off at 3pm," Melissa continued. She glanced at her watch, embedded into the fabric of her left flying glove. "That gives us - "
"Lt Commander Kendra!"
Melissa spun round to see a strapping young lad with shoulder-length hair blowing in the slip-stream of a passing ship. He wore engine-maintenance overalls, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, his powerful chest covered with a grime-streaked white shirt. Handsome, square jawed, gleaming white teeth and blue eyes, this tall, trim fellow held an ion-stabilizer which he tapped his thigh impatiently.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mario Fletcher, Ohio's number one astro-mechanic." Melissa said, placing her hands on her hips.
"Make that Earth's number one astro-mechanic," he said, walking towards her.
"Still as cocky as ever, I see?" Melissa said, smiling saucily.
"As always," he replied, and several of the Flying Squadron giggled. Most if not all of them knew just how cocky Mario could be.
"So what can we do for you, Mario?"
"Well, it's actually you I want to see," he said. "I have the new specs for the ion-engine modifications that I'd like you to take a look at." He gave her a knowing look. "If you have the time, that is?"
Melissa said, "I guess I have time to go over your specs," before turning to her squad and adding, "While I'm gone I want a complete system diagnostic of the Cobra's, ladies. On-board navigator, full weapons, auto-pilot, light-speed flux-compressor, the works."
This resulted in a group groan.
"You'll thank me if we run into trouble up there, bitches, now get to work!"

* * *

III

"I must say my squad was quite envious," Melissa said, bending forward over the desk in front of her. She and Mario were lifted up some three stories aboard a hov-platform to his office which over looked the vast hanger. Typically, the astro-mechanic's office was small and cluttered, what with engine parts strewn on the floor, hand-held consoles littering the desk and two old fashioned metallic cabinets stuffed full of blue-prints and documents long since condemned to computer memory. On the walls were several flight schedules, a calendar with selected dates circled as reminders and a glut of holo-pics of scantly clad females in uncompromising pictures.
"Oh? And why's that?"
"'Cos they're not gonna get laid," she commented, looking about her. She felt Mario's open palms roam across her ass, squeezing the taut flesh, before slipping between her legs to caress the outline of her pussy-lips pursed against the fabric of her uniform. She let out a little groan of pleasure, feeling her pussy tingle with dripping anticipation.
"And to think I really did bring you up here to show you some specs," he said, suddenly slapping her left buttock. Melissa let out a little yelp. "You horny slut," Mario sneered.
"Oh Mario," Melissa giggled, "I love it when you get rough!"
Mario bit her ass and pinched her flesh before reaching under her to tug at her hidden zipper. (Flight-suits are all well and good but what practical use are they if it takes one a half hour to get in and out of them?) Pulling the zip downward, he slowly unzipped it all the way around, it opening the bottom half of Melissa's sea-green and white flight-suit, revealing her ass and non-standard issued thong. The sky-blue piece of lingerie streaked between the cheeks of her ass, Melissa then bending her hips further backward.
"I didn't know that skimpy thongs were standard pilot wear," Mario commented, sarcastically.
"They're a safety measure; if we get captured by the Vorg we can seduce the evil little bastards."
"I almost feel sorry for them," he said.
Peeling the two pieces of flight-suit to either side of her hips the astro-mechanic was able to stretch her thong to one side before lashing out at her naked asshole and cunt-lips with his tongue. Melissa shuddered to his touch as his tongue probed her glistening pussy, his fingers parting her buttocks to allow him deeper access. With her pussy gaping before him in all its white-pink glory he lapped playfully at her honey which now oozed from her. Melissa groaned and gripped the desk s her knees buckled to his touch; goodness, but that man could eat pussy! Here he found her clit, hiding beneath a soft hood of flesh. He flicked his tongue around the delicate little button, licking it, stabbing it, then scooping it between his lips and gently sucking upon it. As he sucked he slid a thick finger into her cunt, the welcoming tightness gripping his digit, squeezing it.
"Oh fuck, Mario!" Melissa cried, throwing her helmet-wearing head back. She reached up to squeeze one of her breasts that now popped free of her flight-suit, her engorged nipples threatening to pierce their way from her matching blue bra. "Lick me, oh fuck, lick me!"
Mario soldiered on, sucking with gusto her hardening clit, his finger now fucking her squelchy cunt. Momentarily he would bite her exposed buttocks, slap them, lick them, her rear end and its hidden joys a feast for him to gorge on. Reaching behind her Melissa gripped her ass and opened her self more to the wonderfully licentious Mario, whose tongue probed the soft mouth of her anus as he fingered and pinched her clit.
"I'm coming!" Melissa moaned, backing her ass into his feeding face, she closing her eyes, concentrating on his snake-like tongue as it fucked her asshole with bully-headed determinism, her clit verging on the edge as he rubbed it between finger and thumb. Within seconds Melissa's orgasm shook through her; her legs buckled, her hands gripped the side of the desk as an electric jolt sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. Mario's tongue swam in her pool of honey, leaving her asshole to lap greedily at her gooey cum which sprinkled and dripped from her quivering cunt.
"Oooooooooh, Mario," Melissa cooed, composing herself. "Your tongue thrills me …"
"And what of my cock?" he asked rascally, his lips coated with her climax.
Gazing behind her Melissa saw him unzipping his erection, springing it into the open. A truly magnificent specimen, the astro-mechanic's prick, though only slighter smaller in length to Huck's, nevertheless, was fatter and thicker. "I fucking love your cock …" she said, leaving the desk before sinking to her knees in front of him. She came face-to-face with his prick and, taking the prize-bull in her gloved hand gently pulled on the thick shaft before drawing him into her mouth. She felt him quiver as her lips wrapped around his shaft, Melissa using her tongue as a soft, wet cushion. Here she sucked upon his prick that throbbed within her mouth, she slowly drawing him more into her mouth before letting him go, her wrist rocking back and forth as she pulled gently on the still-hardening erection.
"Shit, Melissa," Mario hissed, lewdly, his eyes fixated on the Star-Pilot who gobbled his cock into her mouth, she now bobbing back and forth, her helmeted head swallowing him whole before releasing him from her cunt-like lips. From where he stood he had a bird's eye view of her two, round globes swelling deliciously within her bra, nipples prodding the flimsy material. With her arms pressed against her breasts Melissa squeezed her beauteous boobs together, they ballooning magnificently before his eyes. Every now and then she would spit him from her mouth, salvia oozing from her lips, and take him in her gloved palm, quickly running her pink tongue across his purple dome, lapping at pre-cum which pooled his cock-eye.
"Big, fat cock," Melissa murmured, staring up at the handsome astro-mechanic, the grip on his erection tightening as she sucked noisily on his cock once more. Her lips formed a perfect 'o' as they enveloped his prick, he fucking her mouth slowly, his hips slowly ebbing forward before reversing, veins pulsating along the ridge of his thick, glistening cock.
"I wanna fuck you so bad," he growled, watching breathlessly as the slutty Star-Pilot allowed a thick sliver of salvia drop onto her heaving cleavage. She then wiped the tacky liquid off her hot flesh with his mushroom dome before bending her mouth forward to lick his purple knob clean.
"So do it, stud," she replied, releasing his prick and getting to her feet. Here she slipped out of her dangling uniform, kicking off her green chunky boots, peeling her flight-suit from her long, shapely legs, leaving her utility belt around her slim waist like a bloated piece of jewelry. As she removed her helmet, shaking her thick, dark hair free she watched as Mario stepped out of his engine-maintenance overalls leaving him in a white vest, white socks and one big, erection.
"No underwear, Mario?" she teased him.
"Didn't you know? All astro-mechanics go Commando," he replied, pulling on his cock before her.
"Interesting," she said. Her mouth watered as she lustfully watched him masturbate. There was nothing as fucking hornier than seeing a guy play with himself. "I'll tell General Fornalski this little tit-bit when I see him next; that the Earth's defense fleet is maintained by brief-less mechanics."
Melissa climbed onto his desk and opened her legs. Immediately he was upon her, nudging her velvety wet lips with the tip of his cock. Resting on the surface of the desk with open palms Melissa wrapped her right leg around Mario and pulled him into her, his circumcised prick penetrating her dripping honey-pot with ease. She let out a groan of pleasure as he filled her balls-deep; she savoring the sensation of his big cock throbbing gloriously within her.
As Mario withdrew before thrusting forward once more he reached up to release Melissa's breasts from her sky-blue bra. After a brief struggle they popped freely from their lacy prison, he now tweaking her engorged nipples through finger and thumb, Mario also kneading her bouncy breasts with gusto.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she coaxed him, her body rocking upon the desk, her bouncing boobs wobbling hypnotically to and fro. With Melissa's utility belt hanging precariously around her waist, her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistening with splashed honey she made for an erotic spectacle, sprawled whorishly across Mario's desk.
"Damn, slut," the astro-mechanic growled, thick strands of his shoulder-length hair matted to his forehead. He could feel her cunt squeeze his thrusting cock as it jack-hammered within her, his balls slapping wetly against her round ass.
"Oh yeah, Mario," Melissa groaned, wrapping both her legs around the trim astro-mechanic, pulling him deeper into her. After the holo-session with Huck earlier, to have the real thing, a big, fat fucking cock inside her was heaven. She reached down with her fingers to toy with her clit, swirling her fingertip around the tiny pink button, her fingernails grazing Mario's thrusting cock; within seconds her climax ripped through her, her body jolting with nerve-rending pleasure.
"You are so fucking hot when you cum," Mario commented, his eyes staring at the now-flushed Melissa whose body seemingly quivered below him. She, in turn smiled up at him, her fingers caressing her nipples, her body aglow.
"Fuck my ass, stud," she mouthed, wanting to feel his fat prick splitting her in two.
"Yeah?" he asked her, eyes-raised.
"Yeah, baby," she said, hornily. "Fuck my ass, fuck it good!"
Mario withdrew from her dripping cunt and pulled several times upon his cock as Melissa lifted her legs and swung them together, so that she was now laying L-shaped upon his desk, her ass presented to him. Before he stepped into her Mario reached into one of the desk's draws and grabbed a small, gun-shaped tool of warp-gel, used for lubricating warp-coils. It was non-toxic; just as well, for he was going to use to lube his cock.
"Smear it on good, baby," Melissa told him, "and don't forget my ass!"
Mario squirted a small blob of warp-gel onto his palm, and then applied it onto his erection, still tacky and shiny from pre-cum and Melissa's pussy honey. Once content that the shaft was well-lubricated, he tackled the Star-Pilot's asshole. Another squirt onto his fingers, he then lifted her buttocks and probed her pert brown rose. She moaned softly as his gel-sticky finger entered her anus, hissing as he inserted two. Melissa bit her bottom lip as Mario finger-fucked her ass with two thick digits, and in the process lubing her asshole good.
"Yeah, Mario," she cooed, the astro-mechanic dropping the warp-gel gun to one side, he now gripping his sticky cock as he presented the tip of his mushroomed dome to the mouth of her glistening anus. Pressing forward, Melissa let out a cry of pleasure as he penetrated her ass, his glistening, strained cock disappearing into her tight hole.
"Feels so fucking good, slut," Mario snarled, his erection sliding deeper and deeper into Melissa's ass. He would withdraw, then press further in, slowly, steadily building up a pace, quickening, hurriedly, until he was now fucking her anus as he was her pussy.
"Yeah, oh yeah, fuck, yeah!" Melissa groaned, her body bashed and pounded upon the desk, Mario leaning on her, his hands gripping her buttocks, fingertips pinching taut flesh. Her breasts shook, smacking her resting arm and shoulder. They were firm and natural and round and therefore victim to gravity; they escaped the cage of her bra and flopped like warm pillows against her. "All the way in," she cooed, feeling Mario quit his pace before watching him carefully push his prick deeper into her ass. Their eyes locked as he pressed the full length of his erection into her anus, until he could press no further. He was buried balls-deep, his cock pulsating like a fattened heart, throbbing wildly within her. "Fuck me!" Melissa cried, "Fuck me!"
Like this, Mario fucked her, his cock barely leaving her asshole as he pounded her anus with his meat. His balls bashed against her, his hands slapped her naked cheeks as he fucked her with an animalistic temper. Melissa's breasts shook next to her body, her utility belt rollicked along her waist. Mario gripped her throat and gently squeezed, he placed several fingers in her mouth, her fingers biting him in return. Lifting Melissa's right leg upwards he exposed her dripping cunt, his cock still embedded with her ass. Here he licked her calf, losing himself to his lust, his balls, over-spilling with hot, salty cum threatening to explode inside of her.
"Cum on me," Melissa commanded, feeling Mario's prick swell within her. "Let me see you cum!"
Coaxed as such, Mario withdrew his warp-gel and anus-sweat glistening prick from Melissa's ass and pulled frantically upon the sticky member. Grunting like a wild beast his orgasm was imminent, and was he going to cover this slut with cum!
Her leg still high in the air, Melissa fingered her sensitive clit as she watched Mario masturbate. Huffing and puffing, he then stepped into her, his fist a blur, his facial expressions running from passionate to hilarious before he mouthed several obscenities and unleashed a torrent of lava-hot, silver man-cum, the salty jets splattering and splashing her tummy, utility belt, breasts, arms and neck, some powerful blast catching her right cheek. She was decorated with Mario's orgasm, the messy bastard!
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, collapsing against her. He slumped down as she let her cum-drenched leg fall, he now resting on her sticky body.
"We should call you 'Cums-a-lot'," she giggled. "Look at me; I'm fucking covered!"
"Last girl who blew me nearly drowned," he panted.
"I'll bet," Melissa giggled.
"No, no, seriously," he clucked. "I went out on a date with a new flight-staff last week. She was fresh out of the academy; hot, tight ass, big tits, reminded me of you, now that I think of it."
Melissa sniggered, "Thanks."
"Her name of Tammy, and some of the other flight-staffers were telling her about the size of my cock, and I guess she was anxious to see it for herself."
"A curious girl," Melissa added.
"What they didn't tell her was that I tended to, y'know, cum loads. All evening Tammy was feeling my cock; in my speeder, at the movies, under the table at the restaurant with her foot, until she couldn't take it any more and, um, when no one was looking disappeared beneath the table cloth."
"She blew you under the table? Adventurous girl," Melissa smiled.
"It didn't take me long to cum," Mario continued, "Tammy was pretty good at sucking cock. But when I came …" he paused, looking up at Melissa and grinning boyishly, "she gagged, banged her head off the top of the table and vomited my load all over my lap."
Melissa laughed aloud. "That's hilarious!"
"I leapt up out of my seat, covered in cum and sweet and sour duck, the head waiter demanding we leave, Tammy rubbing her sore head and crying and wailing I take her home, oh Mel, it was a fucking nightmare!"
"Oh, you poor thing," Melissa said, patting his head.

* * *

IV

Some time later, having bid Mario farewell and briefly retiring to her quarters to shower and freshen up (nothing worse than carrying out one's day feeling like a spunk-sponge) Melissa decided to walk back to the hanger, stretch her leg(s) that spent the past hour in the air. That Mario, she thought, smiling to herself, such a sweetie.
Keeping to the designated path so that she wouldn't be run over from over-eager transport drivers, Melissa spied ahead of her a hovering platform much like the one which had lifted her to the astro-mechanic's office inside the hanger. On board this 6' x 6' floating board with safely rail spanning three sides were two figures; a male and female. As it approached her (was it approaching her?) Melissa noticed that the male was a tall, broad-shouldered, heavily decorated, azure-uniformed superior officer in his mid-fifties. His Asian female companion was slightly shorter and slim, her hair hidden beneath a white flight cap which covered all her head bar her exceptionally beautiful face. She was wearing the rather revealing Star-Corp staff uniform of white knee-high black boots and all-in-one navy-blue top which was raised high on her neck and gripped her tightly between her legs. A small utility belt snaked its way around her waist, she wore matching white gloves and four large gold buttons ran down the length of her flight-jacket. Her breasts swelled magnificently within, and even from here Melissa saw that her pussy gripped the fabric underbelly of her top, flesh-folds deliciously visible. By now it was clear that they were indeed seeking Melissa, as the hovering platform stopped in mid-air before her.
"General Fornalski," Melissa replied, snapping to attention. For someone as formidable as the General he was incredibly handsome; square-jawed, clean-shaven, with piercing gray eyes and, though his livery tried to conceal it he was incredibly well-toned. Because Melissa served with the General as his shuttle-pilot on numerous occasions, she liked to think that they knew each other, if not chums. She also liked to think that Fornalski had a soft spot for her, though on more than one occasion she thought he had a … hard thing for her, too. The General was a man of honor, highly respected; his was the public face of the military and therefore didn't fuck around (or least not with her). Not that she tried to seduce him, of course (you do remember wearing your extra-tight flight-uniform, slutty perfume and sticky red lipstick on various missions, don't you? Bending over in front of him to show him your ass, your cunt lips pressed against the taut material, moist and puffy from secretly fingering your clit in the pilot's chair as he talked politics and war?) A young, single girl, alone with an experienced, handsome, commanding man-of-the-world well, it was difficult not to fall under his charm (or touch your pussy when he wasn't looking).
"At ease, Lt Commander," he said. His voice was deep and gravely as she remembered, and though he loomed menacingly over Melissa his presence was something of a puzzle; was he here to wish her and her squadron well, or was he here to bid them farewell, knowing something that she did not? Like a potential suicide mission? Generals were not in the habit of waving goodbye to routine escort missions.
"Is there something I can do for you, sir?" Melissa asked. She noticed that the General's secretary held a handheld console which she continuously tapped the small keyboard.
"I need a word with you, Lt Commander," he said. "Please step aboard." The hov-transport dropped to ground level.
"Certainly, sir," Melissa said, stepping on board, the General's secretary, briefly looking at her, making room. Melissa gripped the safely-rail as the hovering platform lifted upwards.
"You've met my secretary, Suzette?" he said.
"No sir," Melissa replied, again stealing a glance at the voluptuous Asian. "I dare say I'd remember her." She smiled, and Suzette returned the smile through full, red lips, gazing at her playfully through chestnut-brown eyes.
"Suzette; this is Lt Commander Melissa Kendra, Flying Cobra Squadron and one outstanding Star-Pilot."
"Charmed," Suzette said, holding out her gloved hand.
"Likewise," Melissa said, gently shaking it.
"Now that that's out of the way, I suppose you're wondering why I called on you?" Fornalski said.
"You could say that, sir," Melissa replied.
"There's been a change of plan regarding your escort mission," he informed her, the hovering-platform whizzing above the Ohio Star-Base.
"Oh?" Melissa said.
"Yes," he continued, before turning to Suzette and saying, "Order my ship to break orbit and meet me above hanger Alpha IV."
"Yes sir," Suzette said, busily tapping her console.
"Where you will escort the bulk cruisers to the Shackleton System, I want to you continue further into the nebula, scout out the location and status of the Vorg war-fleet."
"Sir," Melissa answered. Well, Becky will be thrilled, if anything.
"I'm asking Cobra to do this because you're the meanest squadron I have under my command," the General continued. "If you run into trouble you're equipped and experienced to deal with it however, and I want to make this absolutely clear; this is a recon mission only. You're to spy me some bad guys, Melissa, and get the hell out of there. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Melissa said.
"Tell no one in your squad of your new orders until you've delivered the cruisers to the Shackleton System. Loose lips destroy ships."
"Of course, sir,"
Suzette said, "The Abominator approaches, sir."
A massive black cloud suddenly descended from the bright blue skies towards the Star-Base, and Melissa saw that it wasn't a cloud but a starship of unimaginable size. The shape of a jagged, burned piece of wood, with nails and screws hammered randomly through it, The Abominator was the vanguard of the Earth Defense Fleet, and as mean as a rabid lion with a toothache. It created a great dark shadow as it swooped downwards, it coming to a stop above the largest hanger dome in the Ohio Star-Base. The hovering-platform ceased it forward motion before being lifted upwards, ensnared in a tractor beam, a bright, square-shaped light opening from its black underbelly which enveloped the trio. Melissa was concerned when Fornalski forgot to dismiss her and let her off. She did have a squad to command, after all, and besides, if they weren't working on the Cobra's system analysis then who knew what they were up to?
"Uh, sir, aren't you forgetting something?" she said.
"I'm sorry; what?" he asked her.
"I'm on duty, sir," she said, nodding with her head towards the ground. "Down there."
"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm borrowing you for an hour or two," he replied.
Melissa was momentarily baffled. "May I ask for what?"
"Of course; Suzette," he said, nodding to his secretary. Melissa watched mouth agape as the gorgeous Asian woman leant back on the safely railing and, taking hold off her white uniform tugged on the material, pulling it upward between her legs, the taut material stretching her pussy. Suzette moaned hornily as she ran a finger along the obvious folds of her cunt, gazing expectantly into Melissa's eyes.
"Something else, isn't she?" Fornalski said, eyeing up the Asian beauty.
"You could say that, sir," Melissa replied. Now this was most unexpected, and yet, most welcomed. So the General was fucking his secretary all this time? A tad clichéd, but still. As she looked on at the slutty Suzette softly moaning whorishly her own pussy tingled with anticipation.
"I do say so," he said, "which is why we're heading to my ship. I have a debriefing on Saturn-1 to attend to," he continued, referring to an Earth space station orbiting the gigantic ringed planet. The secretary let out a groan, licking her lips before running her handheld console across her breasts and hardening nipples which pushed provocatively through the material of her uniform. "And once we get there we're going to have a little fun."
"Sir?" Melissa said. Was this really happening?
"Come now, Lt Commander," he continued. "All those hours, alone with you in the shuttle, you teasing me, dressed provocatively, touching yourself … don't think I didn't notice."
Despite herself, Melissa actually blushed. The hover-platform rapidly approached the underbelly of the Generals' cruiser.
"You did make those shuttle trips interesting, mind," he continued, chuckling. "And Suzette here has shown me that though we're at war, it's fine to take time off and … enjoy ourselves." He looked at the Star-Pilot with a boyish grin. "That's if you're still interested ..?"
Melissa bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting to and from Fornalski to Suzette's wet cunt lips puffing excitedly through her dampening white uniform. Fuck the General and his gorgeously slutty secretary? She'd have to contact Dana, tell her she was summoned to an urgent meeting with Fornalski. Oh shit, Dana would say, is everything ok? Of course; expect me early afternoon, and perhaps slightly worse for wear, she mused.
"I'd be delighted," she purred.

* * *

V
If ever there were 7-Wonders of the Galaxy then Saturn-1 would be one of them. Its construction was typical for an Earth outpost, one of many spanning the Solar System and beyond. From an engineering point of view it was quite impressive; massive, the size of a city encompassed into a vertical dark metallic mushroom. Yet it was its position in space which was a constant curiosity. Originally positioned some thousand miles from the glimmering rings of Saturn, which were made up of ice, dust and space debris, the gravitation pull of the gaseous giant somehow, over a period of time, shifted the station so that it came to rest amidst the cosmic flotsam and jetsam. Here it stabilized, orbiting within the rings of Saturn, force-fields deterring space rubble which naturally shifted from orbit and would crash into the hull of the station. It made docking and taking of from the station much more interesting, but nonetheless, after it was calculated that tractor-beaming the station out of the rings to a different position would be trivial and time-consuming it was decided to leave the station where it was.
And so, The Abominator having reached Saturn-1, staying some 300-miles away from the rings and the station a single ship sped from its underbelly, its trajectory heading straight for the jigsaw of ice and rock. This was General Fornalski's shuttle, a graceful craft despite its militaristic owner. Set on auto-pilot, it skimmed cross the glowing rings, dodging rogue fragments of rock hurdling precariously to and fro.
As well as the General, on board were the secretary Suzette and Lt Commander Melissa Kendra, whose tongue was worming its way deep into the gorgeous Asian's cunt. Suzette was naked save for her white boots, gloves and flight-cap, leaning back upon the console, she clasping Melissa's thick dark hair with her fingers, pulling her mouth deeper into her dripping puss.
Melissa had also rid herself of her uniform; she too, was nude except for her chunky boots and sky-blue bra. Here she sat upon the lap of the naked General, impaled on his erection, he sat in the pilot's chair as he gripped her hips, thrusting up and deep into her tight honey-pot. Her mouth emitted muffled cries, pleasurable moans stifled through wet folds of pink flesh. Suzette groaned loudly, reaching down to part her silk lips, exposing her pearl-like clit for Melissa to lick and stab with her tongue. The Star-Pilot feverishly sucked upon it, rolling her tongue around the cunt-nipple. Her nose grazed off Suzette's pubic hair, or rather, the lack of it. The slut had a five-o-clock shadow, Melissa mused.
The whir and hum of the shuttle's computer systems was barely audible over the moans, groans and grunting from the three passengers. Through the cockpit window shone the brilliant white of the collected debris which made up the rings, illuminating the interior and three beings in a spectacular light-show of galactic proportions. Fornalski had promised Melissa something special - true enough, he was a man of his word. Having never witnessed the rings of Saturn this close before it was truly magnificent; Melissa was lost in awe at the wondrous, natural sight before her.
Until, of course, both Fornalski and Suzette started to kiss her, caress her curves through her tight flight-suit. Their tongues entwined passionately as nimble fingers slid beneath Melissa's legs to tweak her already wet pussy. Fornalski took her hand and led it to his exposed cock. Melissa gripped it tightly and squeezed it, sucking on the General's tongue through closed eyes. As Suzette helped her out of her uniform Melissa continued to pull on the General's prick, his fleshy member growing steadily in her palm. Could he be any harder, she thought to herself saucily. Well, yes, as once undressed bar her boots and bra she and Suzette sunk to their knees and took it in turns to suck upon the General's cock.
"Suck it, you fucking slut," Suzette growled, referring to Melissa who greedily bobbed her head back and forth long the length of Fornalski's fat prick. Suzette then gripped Melissa's thick, black hair and pulled and pushed her mouth down onto Fornalski's cock, gagging her in the process. Forcing her to throat-fuck the tip of his bulbous knob Melissa spluttered once before Suzette let her up for air, the Star-Pilot spitting a goopy pool of saliva and pr-cum from her lips onto Fornalski's shaft, Suzette then licking the tacky glob from him.
With his hands on his hips the powerfully built General watched silently as Melissa and Suzette each licked his balls, fingered them squeezed them, they taking it in turns to hand one another his erection for the other to suck on. Occasionally they would abandon his cock so that they would kiss, pink tongues coiled like mating snakes. Fornalski would smear his pre-cum dripping cock off their faces as they did so.
"Let me lick you," Melissa panted into Suzette's mouth, and no sooner had they rid the secretary of her uniform then she leant back on the console, opening her smooth thighs and hairless cunt. Before Melissa buried her face there she allowed the General to position her pussy above his cock as he slouched back in the pilot's chair, she soon sinking down upon the throbbing hard prick. As he began thrusting into her Melissa leant forward and caught Suzette's pussy with her tongue, the secretary quivering with pleasure.
It didn't take the General long to leave his seat and stand behind Melissa, he now jack-hammering his cock into her pussy with loud slaps of smacking flesh. His fingers caressed her back, toyed with her sky-blue bra strap and pinched and kneaded her buttocks. He would spank her, his powerful hands leaving reddened blotches on her skin as he slapped her, the Star-Pilot squealing with pain-induced pleasure. Fornalski tugged on her hair, pulling her head back, Melissa's mouth glistening with Suzette's honey. Melissa groaned obscenities as the General's fat prick fucked her, filling her tight cunt with gorgeous big cock, she struggling with him to release her so that she could continue her oral assault on Suzette's deliciously sweet pussy.
But Fornalski withdrew from Melissa, he saying aloud that he wished to fuck his secretary. Melissa broke free from Suzette's grip and sunk below, sucking on the General's cock one more time. Her honey melted in her mouth as she noisily slurped on his meat, she swallowing her nectar and pre-cum like treacle from a lollypop. Taking him in hand, she then guided the tip of his prick to the wet lips of Suzette's pussy, the secretary fingering her clit in anticipation of the fucking to come. As the General slowly penetrated Suzette's cunt, Melissa still clasping his cock as he did so Suzette let out a little moan, the secretary throwing her head back with pussy-tingling pleasure. Now buried within her balls-deep, Fornalski slowly withdrew then thrust home once more, this time forcibly. Suzette gasped, clutching the console for support as the General began an all-out attack, using his far cock as a battering ram.
"Fuck, yeah …" he grunted, watching as Melissa scooped Suzette's breasts into her palms and squeezed, playing with the pointed nipples, sucking them into her mouth. Here she would spit on them before licking the saliva up, then offering the sliver drops to Suzette with her tongue. Melissa spat on Suzette's face, also licking it off. They kissed again, violently, Melissa clutching her face, Suzette's body now shaking from the tremendous fucking Fornalski bestowed upon her.
"Fuck my pussy!" Suzette stammered, moaning into Melissa's mouth. Fornalski did as he was told, slamming his impressive length deep into her tight cunt. He gripped her breasts, pinched her nipples, she taking hold of his fingers with her gloved hands and pressing them there. She lifted a knee-high booted leg and drew it across the General's back, pulling him closer to her.
Melissa, meantime, climbed atop the console (being careful not to press or trip any important switches that would disengage the auto-pilot and have the shuttle screaming into a twirling chunk of rock) and squatted over Suzette, lowering her pussy to the Asian girl's face. As she gazed out the cockpit window into the spectacular views of the rings of Saturn she felt Suzette's tongue lash out at her soppy slit, her cock-like tongue squirming its way past soft folds of silky flesh. Melissa felt the General's finger too, probing her asshole, tickling her there. She gasped as he slowly inserted it into her, and with Suzette's tongue lapping hungrily on her swelling clit she closed her eyes, willing her first orgasm to come.
"Oh fuck!" Melissa cried, now sitting squarely on Suzette's face, the secretary's tongue having wriggled deep within her honey-pot, now furiously fucking her. Melissa played with her beauteous breasts, popping them from the cups of her bra and caressed her erect nipples. Suzette had gripped Melissa's thighs with her gloved fingers, her body raised to accommodate the General's laborious thrusts. With long, hard, powerful strokes, his veined prick sliding determinedly into her and off her engorged clit the secretary climaxed, her body rocking on the cockpit console, fingers pinching Melissa's flesh. Suzette's cries of pleasure were drowned out with the sweet spilling of Melissa's cum as the Star-Pilot sitting on her face buckled under the jolt of her own orgasm, her groans noisy and quite, quite lewd.
The General was far from finished, however. He had other plans for these two horny sluts writhing before him. Withdrawing from Suzette's dripping puss, he helped Melissa off the secretary and back onto her feet. Pulling on his sticky cock, he told both women to bend over the console, as he wished to 'gorge himself on cunt.' Once a flustered Suzette stumbled off the console, she joined Melissa by bending over the cockpit's console, legs spread. Here the two sluts kissed and tongued each other while the General sunk to his knees and pinched the two curvaceous, taut asses before him. While he licked one he fingered the other, back and forth, burying his nose deep between the crack of each ass, licking and lapping and sucking soft, dripping lips which oozed honey and cum. He tongued assholes, he fingered them, inserting several fingers deep into tight pussies, frigging, pinching, biting the smooth, warm flesh. Melissa and Suzette groaned and moaned and came once more, noisy, obscene orgasms. The General was hard-pressed to tell who was the noisiest, or, for that matter, who was the bigger slut.
"Your assholes are mine," he growled, getting to his feet, stroking his cock as he did so. Standing into Suzette, he positioned the tip of his purple domed knob to the mouth of her soft, brown rose. It didn't take much effort to penetrate the ass of the Asian secretary, the General's cock sliding in slowly, disappearing centimeter by centimeter. Suzette moaned, her asshole stuffed with cock, and though used to Fornalski's fat prick pulsating in her ass he was still one big mother-fucker.
"Fuck me, General," she wheezed, her gloved fingers clawing the console, "fuck my asshole!"
"Yeah, you fucking slut!" Fornalski grunted, slapping her buttocks, "tell her what it feels like to be fucked in the ass by the General!"
Melissa wasn't too sure whether he meant by him or his cock, and smirked at the thought that Fornalski would nick-name his cock 'the General.' Nonetheless, Suzette panted a thoroughly filthy description of what it felt like to be fucked by the General, the cock or the man.
"Uh, yeah, fuck my ass," she groaned whorishly, "fuck me; stuff your balls deep inside me, you bastard!"
The General pounded Suzette's asshole, his cum-heavy balls slapping against her round buttocks. He reached up and tugged on Melissa's hair, forcing her to kiss the fucked secretary. Suzette's moans were stifled as Melissa covered her mouth with her own.
And then it was Melissa's turn, the General withdrawing from Suzette's ass before he pressed the tip of his cock to the Star-Pilot's anus. Melissa gripped the side of the console, readying herself as she felt his cock push adamantly into her tight ass. Through closed eyes she gritted her teeth as the General thrust home, slowly splitting her anus with his rigid prick. Suzette clasped her gloved hands around Melissa's face and forced her tongue into her mouth. She clutched the Star-Pilot's jutting breasts, kneading the heavy melons in her palms and Fornalski, seeing Suzette fondle the beauteous globes followed suit.
"Yeah, oh yeah …" Melissa cried, relishing the sensation of two sets of hands fondling and pinching her teats. Her nipples ached with pleasure.
"Gonna cum, sluts," the General announced, his cock swelling within the tight, wet grip of Melissa's ass. His balls were soaked from her honey that spewed from her pussy; they were sensitive, and ticklish.
"Cum in my mouth, General," Suzette said, sinking to her knees. She rested against Melissa's hips as she did so.
"Yeah, oh fuck yeah," Fornalski said, withdrawing from Melissa's asshole. His cock was shiny and sticky, and he gripped the shaft tightly. "Share the wealth, y'hear?"
"Yes, sir," Suzette replied, opening her mouth and stretching out her tongue. Melissa, pressed up against the console by Suzette who was still leaning against her, her gloved hands roaming over her body, between her legs to tease the Star-Pilot's tingling pussy looked behind her to see a tense, grunting General, illuminated gray-white by the rings of Saturn erupt his orgasm into the mouth and onto the face of Suzette. The secretary accepted his salty offering like the obedient girl she was, gleefully letting Fornalski shoot creamy blast after creamy blast down her gullet, his aim sometimes off and splashing her cheeks and forehead. Once his climax ceased, he now a blubbering, panting wreck, his spewing seed spilling from Suzette's lips the secretary got to her feet and went to kiss Melissa, she then spitting the General's cum from her mouth to the Star-Pilot's, who slurped the second-hand offering greedily. It was warm and salty, as was Suzette's tongue, which swirled and swam within Melissa's mouth.

* * *

VI

The Abominator was scheduled for reconnaissance near Vorg-space, which meant that Melissa had to get a transport back to Earth. By now it was 1.00pm, leaving her two-hours to return to Ohio and ready for take-off. After quickly dressing (she would have to shower back at the base) the General's shuttle returned to his battle-cruiser, though not before making a quick detour to Saturn-1. Here Melissa disembarked, thanking General Fornalski and Suzette for a wonderful brunch, and promising that they would get together soon. Now in the company of other officers and military personnel, the General saluted the Lt Commander and bid her farewell. Suzette wasn't as formal; after hugging her and stealing a kiss the slutty Asian secretary whispered to Melissa that she 'could still feel her tongue in her pussy', and would call her later. The thought of sharing a holographic session with Suzette pleased Melissa greatly.
On the General's orders a transport was quickly arranged for the Lt Commander, Melissa practically stepping off Fornalski's shuttle and into the awaiting ship. The Star-Pilot was impressed, for she wasn't shipping home via cargo. Her transport was a sleek, silver-and-black arrowhead-shaped craft, used for shuttling high-ranking officers to and fro. And because of her new, clandestine orders and the fact that she was leading her squadron into the Shackleton System to spy on the Vorg two fighter craft escorted the transport from Saturn to Earth. Lt Commander Kendra was for the moment, it seemed, a military VIP.
The pilot's name was Biff, a young fellow barely out of his teens who introduced himself as such and then sat silent for the duration of the trip. The journey home took less than 45-minutes, and in that time Melissa readied herself for the mission ahead. What would she find once inside the nebula? How vast was the Vorg fleet? Would they stumble across a patrol, and have to fight their way out? Or would Intel be wrong, they finding a few scattered Vorg cruisers, or stragglers from a Vorg convoy? Whatever was awaiting them she had to stay frosty, and though her asshole stung from the twice-fucking it received in one morning and in need of a long, hot shower Melissa felt on top of the world. She had a good feeling about this mission, and feelings like this didn't usually let her down.
Approaching the Earth's moon Melissa rose from her seat to gaze out at the hundred-plus ships which patrolled the beautiful blue planet Earth. From the sprawling Moon Cities to several space stations ala Saturn-1 ships of all shapes and sizes zipped here and there, skimming the moon's surface and dodging mile-high skyscrapers which stretched defiantly from the rocky surface. To each and every human being scattered throughout the galaxy and beyond Earth was Home; the evil, blasphemous Vorg would never, ever step onto its blest soil. Earth was unimpeachable, and mankind would fight to the bitter end to keep it that way. The escort fighters broke formation and headed back to Saturn as the transport pierced Earth's atmosphere, zooming towards Ohio Star-Base at break-neck speed. Its hover-jets igniting, the shuttle hissed downward and onto a landing pad, coming to a complete stop through a brief fog of steam which spewed from its undercarriage. Bidding farewell to Biff Melissa, holding onto her helmet, her dark hair flaying behind her stepped down the boarding ramp and into an awaiting personnel-transporter. She was convinced it was the same driver who had picked her up that morning. Once buckled in place he quickly sped away from the landing pad as the shuttle hummed back to life and lifted into the skies. Once clear of traffic the streamlined ship roared back into the atmosphere.
On her way back to her quarters Melissa contacted Dana via her com-link. She told her she was Earth-side and that she would join the squad within the hour.
"How did the diagnostics go?" she inquired.
"Fine," Dana replied. "We're ready for take-off whenever you are."
"Roger that," Melissa said. "See you ASAP."
The transport skimmed through a block of offices and towers, the driver honking his horn, steering like a madman, dodging, it seemed, all and anything that got in his way. Passing one of the 5-communication towers Melissa saw a familiar face leave the entrance and make her way along the side-walk. She was dressed in the uniform of a communications officer; a shoulder-less gray flight-suit with white gloves and knee-high white chunky boots. The flight-suit was unzipped to her tummy, revealing much of her swollen bosom. Her cleavage wobbled deliciously within as she walked, her hips and taut ass swaying seductively. Normally a communications officer wore a white and gray helmet with in-built com-link and holo-imager, but she had removed it, letting her naturally blonde curls fall and bounce beyond her shoulders.
"Janice!" Melissa called out, the transport zooming past before telling the driver to stop. He did as ordered and pulled around, and Melissa saw that Janice was a tad puzzled as to who just yelled at her speeding by. When she saw that it was Melissa she beamed brightly.
"Hi!" Janice called, as Melissa leaped out of the transport and hugged her best friend. "How have you been?"
"Great, great, and you?"
"Good, I'm doing well; a little pissed that you haven't called me, but apart from that -"
"Oh, don't start," Melissa joked. "Just get off duty?"
"Yeah, I'm free for the next 16-hours. You?"
"Nah, I'm blasting off at 3 - deep-space mission."
"Well shit, that's," she glanced at her watch, "just over an hour from now. Surely you've got time for a quick coffee?"
Melissa knew that she was pressed for time. She had to shower and change and report to the hanger, all within the hour. But it was ages since she saw Janice, and she didn't know when she was going to see her again so she said, "A quick one. You don't mind coming to my quarters while I shower and change?"
"No, of course not," Janice replied.
They both climbed into the transport, the driver immediately taking off once they were on board.
"You'll never guess where I was this morning," she said to Janice.
"Where?"
"Saturn. With General Fornalski," she whispered, not wanting the driver to over-hear.
"Fornalski?" Janice gasped aloud, and then lowered her voice as Melissa hushed her.
"Yeah, the General," she repeated. "And his secretary, on board his personal shuttle, flying amongst the rings of Saturn. Can you believe it?"
"You've wanted to fuck old blood n' guts for ages, haven't you?" Janice asked. "So, how was it?"
"Oh Janice, it was awesome!" she giggled. "My ass still aches from the pounding he gave it, and his secretary, Suzette? Do you know her?"
"I've seen her, hot little thing."
"Hot little slut," Melissa corrected her. "I swear, if I didn't love cock as much as I do I'd die happy with her tongue between my legs."
"Gives good head, does she?" Janice inquired. "Better than me?"
"Well," Melissa paused, teasing her friend, "If you must know …"
"Fuck you!" Janice laughed, playfully hitting her friend's arm.
The driver screeched the transport to a halt outside Melissa's quarters, both women climbing out. Again mumbling an acknowledgment he sped off without saluting or looking back.
"Friendly fellow," Janice commented.
Melissa unlocked the door to her quarters and led Janice inside. She asked the communication officer would she make the coffee while she had a quick shower. "I've still got Fornalski's pre-cum dribbling from my asshole," she said, entering the bathroom, unzipping her uniform.
"What, he didn't allow you to shower afterwards?" Janice asked in disbelief, programming the kitchen-computer.
"'There's no time'," she said, mimicking his domineering voice, "'there's a war on, y'know!'"
"Well, before you shower," Janice said, entering the bathroom, approaching Melissa and pulling her out towards a well made, single bed. There, Janice helped Melissa peel her uniform from her body. She slid the tight material down Melissa's hips, revealing her sky-blue bra and matching thong.
"What are you doing?" Melissa asked, playfully.
"I thought I'd give you a farewell present, considering I won't see you again for another week or so," she said, her hands reaching for Melissa's breasts. She cupped them and ran her fingers across the rim of the lacy bra. "And I may as well do it before you shower," she added.
"You little slut," Melissa said, "You just want to slip your tongue where the General's cock was."
"Now why would I want to do a filthy thing like that?"
"Because you are a filthy whore, that's why," Melissa answered, as Janice uncupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She drew her mouth to the Star-Pilot's and kissed her, their tongues entwined. Janice broke away suddenly.
"Is that cum?" she said, referring to the sour taste off Melissa's mouth.
"What can I say?" Melissa said, shrugging her shoulders. She felt incredibly horny, standing there half-naked; her uniform folded halfway down her thighs, wrapped around her boots she still wore, the voluptuous form of Janice before her, wanting her, that lustful, ravenous look in her blue eyes. She knew she shouldn't, that duty called, but she longed to feel Janice's tongue inside her.
"And you call me a filthy whore," Janice smirked, pushing Melissa back onto the bed; the Star-Corp issued soft blue duvet crumpling around her. She was on top of her immediately, tugging at her boots, pulling them off and throwing them aside. With Melissa's legs in the air Janice easily slipped the uniform from her, and then her thong, until Melissa lay on her bed naked save for her bra. This she unclipped and threw to one side, and now she was fully naked and wet and horny.
"Lick me," she told Janice, holding her hands out to her. "Make me cum with your tongue."
Kneeling on the bed and squirming into position Janice pushed Melissa's thighs apart, running her tongue up the length of the hot, smooth flesh. Melissa moaned softly as Janice kissed her way towards the soft folds of her pussy, still sensitive and aglow from the hard pounding and delicate lapping a couple of hours ago. Gently kissing the wet, silky lips, Janice peeled Melissa's pussy open, like a flower blooming revealing its inner, rosy beauty. Here the communications officer lashed out with her tongue, delicately lapping the glistening pink flesh. Melissa groaned softly as Janice concentrated her attention on her clit, swirling the tiny nub around her tongue, sucking on it, pursing it between her lips. Melissa grasped Janice's curly blonde locks and pulled her deeper into her.
Without warning Janice lifted Melissa's legs upwards, running her hands onto her inner thighs, now exposed. Here Melissa's asshole waited, and it was this that Janice wanted to explore.
"You're such a slut," Melissa moaned, feeling Janice's tongue probe the soft brown mouth of her ass. Fingers slid deep into her wet cunt, frigging her as she licked and tongue-fucked the sticky anus.
"I can still taste his pre-cum," Janice cooed, licking around the mouth, her tongue flicking the outer rim. Flicking it back and forth like a snake, Janice thrust her pink tongue into Melissa's ass, all the while frigging her dripping honey-pot.
"He has such a big cock, baby," Melissa groaned.
"I can taste it," Janice panted, "I can taste his cock in your ass!"
"You s-s-slut," Melissa stammered, her body writhing on the bed as Janice licked her ass and fingered her cunt. The whore had 4-fingers embedded in Melissa's puss.
"I can taste his balls," Janice continued, "ass-deep!"
"Oh fuck, don't stop, baby, d-don't stop -" Melissa was so wet, was so turned-on, was so fucking horny from Janice's tongue and fingers that for the umpteen time today she came screaming, her body lifting off the bed like a woman possessed, her climax electrifying, jolting her near-unconscious.
"Yeah, baby," Janice cooed, continuing to frig her friend, "yeah, cum for me, yeah."
"Oh Janice," Melissa groaned, her face reddened, flushed with pleasure. She clawed at her, catching her arms and pulling her towards her. Janice fell on top, and they kissed, feverishly, passionately.
"I love you baby-doll," Melissa moaned into her mouth.
"Oh baby I love you, too," Janice returned, their bodies warm, their mouths wet, their love unquestionable.

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EPILOGUE

"Not much is known of the doomed mission of the Flying Cobra Squadron. Led by the brilliant Lt Commander Melissa Kendra, her 8-ship squad had escorted several bulk cruisers to the Shackleton System where an Earth task force hoped to drive the evil Vorg amassing in the nebula system back to Vorg space. Ordered by the disgraced General Fornalski to probe deeper into the nebula on reconnaissance, we know that the squad flew directly into a Vorg attack-fleet of gargantuan proportions. Their fate was sealed.
The last known transmission from Lt Commander Melissa Kendra was of the precise position and almost exact numbers of the Vorg fleet, vital Intel which helped Earth drive the Vorg back, albeit temporarily into Vorg space. This is a testament to her professionalism and bravery as a Star-Pilot ..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Ensign Candice Johnston threw a pillow from her bunk at some of her noisy barrack-mates, telling them to quiet. It was bad enough trying to sleep with those loud-mouthed bitches let alone read. She was promptly told to lighten up, that they were off-duty, and that she should do something more fun with her free-time than 'read a fucking book'. Eventually, however, her comrades let her alone, they charging out the barracks door to who-knew-where.
Sighing, the sudden silence welcoming, Candice settled back into her bunk, not bothering to retrieve the pillow she threw half-way across the room. She was slim, medium-height, shoulder-length red hair, with green eyes behind reading glasses. Because she was off-duty she wore Star-Corp issued sweat-pants and t-shirt, for she had no intention of going out tonight. The girls were excited that a squad of Marines on shore-leave had landed on the asteroid-station where her particular Star-Corp unit was based. Leave them to it; to Candice, a quiet night in is all she needed.
Returning her attention to the vid-pad, she continued reading about the Great Galactic War, the history of Earth's righteous battle against the bestial Vorg. It was inspiring to know who came before her, her ancestors who were once based on their home-planet Earth before the Vorg invasion had driven mankind into the galaxy some 75-years ago. And it was inspiring to continue to the fight and brave the hoard who struck out from the darkness.
Lt Commander Melissa Kendra, Candice mused, gazing at the official picture at the beautiful, dark-haired woman. What were you like? Did your men respect you? Were you loved? The vid-pad's illuminated screen shone brightly in her hands, Candice continuing to devour the script as it scrawled upwards.
Here was history. Here were heroes.

Fin