It was built as a generation ship, a fat, bloated thing that hung in the void like a particularly cumbersome manatee. One of the four last, great hopes of humanity, the UNS Inuus had been adrift on the solar winds for several years, its grav thrusters working overtime to bring the massive bulk into the decimal-point of light speed that it would need to reach Gliese 667 Cc, one of the few exoplanets close enough and viable enough to sustain human life before it perished among the stars. Now, with its thrusters cold and inert, the Inuus slid soundlessly towards its destination, unperturbed by the fact that neither man nor machine held the helm. It was, for all intents and purposes, a blind, idiot hunk of metal hurtling at unsafe speeds towards a planet that might or might not still be there, and which might or might not be capable of sustaining a fledgling population of Homo Sapiens. So, all in all, there was reason to hope.
It had been a long time since anyone had walked the halls, and when the first cryo-pod of cryo bay nine-delta-two switched from a blinking yellow light to a persistent, cheery green, no one was there to greet the bleary-eyed man who stepped, dazed and slightly damp, from the billowing vapors. Naked except for a pair of unisex undergarments, he stumbled forward and only just managed to grab onto a conveniently placed handle before doubling over and groaning with belated exhaustion. It took a few minutes for him to recover, but at length his blurry vision straightened enough that he could look around at the row of unopened and unflappable pods that surrounded him.
“Just me..?”
His mumbled words were swallowed up by the humming of the cryo-pods, and slowly, the man turned around and looked at the pod from which he had emerged, and upon which was a name emblazoned in sensible, white print.
“Terrence Jameson. TJ.”
He remembered now, at least parts of it. Signing up for the Gaia Initiative, acing the physical tests, acing the mental tests, even acing the fertility tests that had been run no less than four times to ensure that his seed was not merely up to par, but also copious and healthy. A sensible bit of foresight for a mission to essentially repopulate the species, but no less awkward to deliver yet another sample of his semen to the dark-haired scientist who had overseen his application. She had given him a smirk every time he handed one over, as if she was both amused that he was humoring her, and disappointed that she was not allowed to help extract the sample. Perhaps it had all been a ruse; certainly, delivering the samples to her with the ghost of her smirk and plump, perfect breasts hovering behind his eyes had been no problem at all.
With the muscles in his legs aching due to disuse, TJ staggered over to the next pod and looked at the display. He was no technician, but the red light did not imbue him with a sense of confidence, and experimentally, he tried pressing a few buttons to see if he could unlock it. He could not. If anything, the blinking light only seemed to resent the idea, and began to blink more rapidly in response. Muttering a curse under his breath, TJ reached up and placed a hand on the pod. Still cold. That meant it was working, but perhaps the mechanism to unlock it had become faulty. The occupant – a man named Maxwell – would not suffer, but he would have to wait until someone with a clue of what was going on was awakened.
It took TJ another forty minutes to gather his wits, during which time he located the storage for clothes and dressed himself, a standardized pair of trousers and a zip-up shirt that fit snugly across his chest. Adding a pair of socks, he next set out to find something to eat, and only when he was halfway through a box of animal crackers that he had found in an altogether larger crate full of boxes of animal crackers did he realize that it might be suspicious that no one else was awake. Not just in Nine-Delta-Two, but at all. The ship around him was totally, perfectly silent, and with his immediate hunger sated, it was beginning to unnerve him.
From 9D2, it was easy to get to the living quarters on the decks above, from whence the bridge was accessible through the front. A cursory check, however, showed that no one was awake, and the bridge was locked off and sealed until the commanding officer, or one of his many subalterns, awoke from stasis. Subsequently, TJ returned to the cryo decks and began to meticulously investigate the numerous five-pod bays which held the collective cargo of six hundred human popsicles. It was slow going. Starting with the port side, he soon began to feel weary and forlorn as room after room showed nothing but closed, humming pods, and by the time he had finished with all sixty, TJ was ready to give up. Some of the pods, he knew, were set to open before others, to allow the flight crew to attend to the ship before the civilian passengers were brought back to the surface. But somewhere, something had gone wrong, and TJ seemed to be the only person to emerge at all. With the Inuus still billions of miles from its destination, it would be years before TJ might possibly see anything but the inside of the spacecraft, and even then, assuming he did not go stark raving mad with cabin fever, how would be disembark? How would he survive alone? Perhaps he wasn’t the fortunate one to awaken while everyone else slept. Perhaps it had been better to remain in the cold and gentle dark, and waste away with the others. Perhaps.. perhaps..
Or perhaps the noises coming from the aft section of the starboard side wasn’t mere engine noise after all. TJ perked up, his steps growing harder and more steady as he began to run towards the very hindmost pod bay of the women’s side. The blood pounded in his ears, muscles straining and wailing with fatigue after years of inactivity, but the closer he got, the more certain he became that it was not just a figment of his imagination. Someone was coughing. Someone who wasn’t him!
Skidding to a halt in the doorway, TJ cast his gaze about, and hope soared in his chest. Not only were the pods open, but all five women were slowly getting their bearings, one of them leaning heavily against the side of her pod while another, a tall, slender redhead, was hunched down and coughing her lungs out. When one of the women – a short blonde with wet curls and a cherub face – spotted him, her gasp alerted the other women, and TJ suddenly found himself the object of attention of five weary and confused women.
“Who’re you?” barked one of them, the one who had been leaning against the pod, and TJ set his eyes upon her dark, mocha skin and fierce, brown eyes with a soft, disarming smile. She took a step forward, and immediately, TJ sensed that she had the air of a leader about her. Maybe military, but more likely scientific. The lead physician?
“I’m Terrence,” he said, and held up his hands to ward her off. “I only just woke up, too, about an hour ago. Two, maybe. I’ve been checking the other pods, but–”
“You with the flight crew?” The dark woman had a slightly British accent, which made every ‘th’ sound dip slightly towards a ‘v’, and TJ felt an unspoken challenge in the way she spoke, a challenge he had no desire to return.
“No. I’m just a civilian. Like I said, I only just woke up, as the only one. Aside from you, I guess.”
Behind the dark woman, another girl of a slightly lighter complexion peered out over her shoulder and blinked, her large, almond-shaped eyes hinting at a vaguely oriental heritage.
“Just us? Is everyone else dead?”
The blonde gasped, which made the confrontational woman scowl slightly. TJ sighed softly.
“No, no– the pods just won’t cycle to unthaw them. I tried doing it, but I’m not an engineer. Now that you are here, though, maybe one of you can help! It’s worth a shot, right? But, look, we gotta get you clothed and fed first. I know where, just come with me. Okay? It’ll all be alright.”
“Of course it will.” It was the redhead, her milky eyes scanning over her companions and TJ with reassuring warmth. “We’re here, we’re alive, and we’re going to be fine. So let’s go get dressed, huh?” She turned to TJ and smiled. “Show the way, Terrence. I’m Leah, by the way.”
The dark woman made a moue, but did not object. Then, after a second’s hesitation, she said: “Ginny. My name’s Ginny.”
“Bree.” The blonde squeaked from the corner, and from behind Ginny, the almond-eyed girl added: “Anjali. But you can call me Anj.”
“And I’m Emma.”
The voice was familiar to TJ, but he only made the connection when she stepped out of the shadows, dark hair mussed by her long sleep and glasses slightly askew. It was still the same enigmatic smile, however, and TJ felt a slight shiver of serendipity run through him as he smiled back, not sure why his trousers were suddenly feeling altogether more tight than before.
To cover up his reaction, and because ogling the half-naked women for much longer would have been churlish, he turned on his heel and began to lead them past the rows and rows of restful cryo bays, and up to the upper decks where he had left a few of the crackers on a table. The women, he noticed, were craning their necks every which way as they walked, and he silently wondered if he had done the same – it was hard to remember the initial fugue, and he resolved to get the women fed and clothed as quickly as possible. With them seated in the living quarters, he went back downstairs to fetch what he needed, and returned ten minutes later hauling a large bag of clothes as well as several packets of dry rations and bottled water. For a spell, everyone ate in silence. Ginny, who seemed to have claimed the position of leader by natural inclination, eyed TJ warily as she chewed. TJ in turn did his best to remain as friendly and disarming as possible.
Finally, someone broke the silence. It was Bree, staring with a forlorn gaze down at her half-eaten food.
“Are they ever going to wake up?”
Ginny snorted. “Don’t be daft. It’s just a matter of time before this place is crawling with people. If anything, we ought to enjoy this.”
“Oh?” The raven-haired doctor, Emma, cocked her head and pursed her lips. “Do you know something we don’t, Ginny?”
The dark woman shook her head. “Nah. But if we’re awake, they will be, too. Guaranteed.”
Emma smiled, but said nothing. Meanwhile, Bree got up and began to pace the floor, her bodysuit flapping around her arms with the zipper undone. TJ followed her with his eyes, but said nothing. He wanted to, but it was difficult to find any reassuring words when he himself wasn’t certain. Maybe Ginny was right, and the problem was temporary. But maybe not.
“Well, we’re not going to fix anything by sitting here.” Anjali rose, her bodysuit fitting perfectly, and took a few steps. “Ginny, you’re Agri, right? We should get our green foods going, the sooner the better. Hydroponics should be ready to go.”
Ginny gave a strange look, but nodded. “Yeah. How d’you know?”
Anjali smiled. “Read your pod. I’m tech, although I only deal in the gardening stuff. Come on, let’s go check it out.”
Evidently reluctant to leave, although for reasons unknown, Ginny allowed herself to be spirited away, and Emma likewise recused herself, citing a need to check the medical facilities. Her gaze and smile remained hypnotic, although TJ wasn’t sure if it was actually her doing, or if he had simply evolved some sort of pavlovian response to her presence. She had been instrumental in several of the last ejaculations he’d made, and his body seemed to remember that fact.
Alone with Bree and Leah, TJ tried to think of something to say. Eventually, he decided that words weren’t his strong suit, and he, too, left, to go try his luck with the cryo pods again. He didn’t feel particularly lucky, but it was better than sitting and watching Bree pace and worry, or Leah’s quiet, slightly detached smile. Better to do something with himself, even if it would prove futile and fruitless.
Trying to unlock the cryo-pods proved futile and fruitless. After several hours, TJ heard a soft chime ring out from overhead, and fifteen minutes later, the lights of the ship cycled down to about one quarter of the strength, leaving him in a weird sort of pseudo-gloom that pervaded everywhere he went. Realizing that this was the beginning of the ship’s internal day/night cycle, TJ rose from the console he had been poking for the past half hour, and made his way up to the living quarters. There was no sign of the women, so instead he found himself a nice, cozy double bed in a small cabin meant for two, and laid himself down to sleep. It had been a short day, a scant few hours since he had been woken from a years-long nap, but TJ was nonetheless intent on acclimatizing himself to the ship’s environment, if only to avoid having to work in the dark. Pointedly, he folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes and failed utterly and miserably in falling even a little bit asleep.
After half an hour of lying motionless and feeling increasingly frustrated with himself, a soft sound from outside made him open his eyes. He had, for reasons of disclosure, left the door to his cabin open, and now he found Leah standing on the precipice, her body suit slightly ruffled as if she had been crawling or rolling around somewhere. It was difficult to make out her face in the darkness, but her silhouette stood clear against the open door, and TJ sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to face her.
“Leah..? Is everything alright?”
“Terrence..” Her voice was soft, and it had an odd timbre, as if a slight, nasal whine had made its way into her otherwise melodious words. “Are you alone in here?”
TJ frowned, a gesture which was lost to the darkness, and nodded tentatively. “Yeah,” he said. “Not a lot of people to shack up with just yet.”
Leah laughed and took a step into the room. Her naked feet were all but silent on the short carpet, and TJ merely watched her in curious silence as she came closer, evidently spurred on by his stare.
“Shack up with..” She laughed again, and now she was close enough that TJ could see the contours of her face as she stood before him, slender and gorgeous. “That’s funny. Would you like someone to shack up with, Terrence? Someone to keep you warm in the cold, cold evenings?”
“It’s just TJ,” said TJ, whose mouth suddenly felt very dry. “And, uh… I– that’s a little forward, isn’t it?”
A movement near the door momentarily stole his attention away, but then Leah pulled her jumpsuit down to expose her terribly naked breasts, and TJ’s attention was immediately dragged back to the woman before her. Sitting on the bed in front of her, he was practically at eye-height with her nipples, and for a few, pregnant seconds they were all he could focus on, small and hard and erect like bullets from her small, conical breasts.
“I want you, Terrence,” she whispered, and TJ felt her hand creep around to the back of his neck as she moved to pull him against her chest. He likely would have allowed her to, his libido rapidly surging to take over motor functions where his higher consciousness had failed, but suddenly a second figure emerged next to Leah, and TJ saw a flash of muted gold as he was rather vigorously tugged out of Leah’s grasp.
“Back off, bitch! I saw him first!”
Confused, dazed and slightly horny, TJ looked up at Bree, whose hand had interfered and grabbed hold of his collar to yank him to the side. If her eyes could have sparked, they undoubtedly would have as she bodily pushed Leah aside and made to straddle TJ’s sitting form. Only the irate arms of the redhead kept her from achieving her goal, and suddenly a scuffle had broken out on top of TJ, who tried to comprehend what the hell was going on around him.
“Girls.. girls! Ladies!” Reaching up to break the two fighting women apart, TJ accidentally found his hands seizing on a breast on either side of him, one small and needy and naked, the other larger and clothed, but evidently no less needy than its cousin.
As quickly as they had begun to row, the two women quieted into a odd, subservient lull, and TJ felt obliged to say something as he clutched each of their breasts awkwardly. “Please,” he muttered, slowly peeling his hands away while regretting doing so with every fiber of his being. “Don’t fight. I’ve–”
“He’s right.” Bree cut him off, her voice equally tinged with what TJ now started to recognize as lust. “It’s just the two of us. We can share him!”
One long, tense second passed between the two women, during which TJ felt his eyes grow wide with incomprehension. Share? They’d barely exchanged ten words with him before, and now they wanted to share him? But then something sparked in his mind, a memory long buried by the arduous hypersleep and the panic of being the only survivor of the ship. It was a piece of information left over from the vast briefing package he had been given before take-off. It spoke of a hormone and pheromone treatment laced into every parts of the ship, from the food and water to the recycled air, and even the fabric of the female-designated clothes. A treatment to ensure maximum breeding potential, similar in nature (and chemical composition) to the states of heat that other mammals experience when procreation is on the line. A deep, heartfelt urge to fuck, scheduled to take place as soon as the female crew and passengers were awakened. Certain pills, he recalled, would diminish or negate the effects, allowing a skeleton crew of women to remain unburdened by pregnancy should the need arise, but otherwise, the UNS Inuus, true to its purpose, was built to be a literal hatchery of human beings. A breeding ground. A generation ship, in the truest sense of the word.
TJ contemplated this as the two women before him kneeled down and tore away his trousers, their fingers leaving stinging red marks where he was too slow to comply with their wishes. Already, the idea of a pair of above-averagely attractive women yearning for his body was having a marked effect on his cock, but TJ couldn’t help but feel slightly bad when he looked down and saw the two girls lean in like mirror images of one another, and both press their warm, soft lips against the head of his cock. It was a kiss, gentle at first but then increasingly sultry, and his cock throbbed painfully in the middle of the flurry of tongues and soft, gasping moans as the women began to literally wrestle against each other’s mouth for the privilege of taking him inside and swallowing him down. However much their minds might have been altered by the pheromone soup, their eagerness and enthusiasm seemed genuine enough. Tentatively, TJ leaned back and placed a hand on either head, content to simply watch in awe as they fought over his cock.
In the end, Leah prevailed, helped along by a sneaky hand dipping in to nudge his cock over to her side, and TJ gasped with heartfelt pleasure as her lips pushed halfway down his shaft in one, slick move, the wet heat engulfing him and dragging languidly over his skin by way of her hungry tongue. Bree, momentarily put out by the loss, wasted no time leaning down to kiss the parts of him that she could reach, and soon she was leaned over his knee, her plump breasts squishing against his thigh as she suckled and licked his sack, moving from one orb to the other while humming with delight. Bit by bit, TJ felt his pleasure mount, and he allowed himself to lean his head back and close his eyes, the sensation of two hungry tongues lapping at his manhood washing out the moral part of him that suggested that he ought not take advantage of these women. Tomorrow, he told himself, knowing full well that he was probably bullshitting himself, tomorrow I will find the pills to revert the hormones. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
With his eyes closed, TJ listened intently to the sound of wet mouths working in unison, his body shivering slightly as Bree forcefully stole his cock from Leah’s mouth and pushed down as far as she could go on the already spit-slick shaft. Another scuffle broke out, but this time TJ did nothing to stop it. Instead, he simply let his hands trail through the two manes of hair and enjoyed the delayed gratification that all of this wet, slippery touching was granting him. Had it been merely a blowjob, he probably would have spent himself by now. But thanks to the two women wrestling and dragging his length from one hungry mouth to the other, he was able to maintain his composure just a little while yet. It was an intoxicating feeling, and he gloried in it.
A faint sound rose above the din of sucking, slurping competition, and TJ opened his eyes to see Emma in the doorway, her eyes clearly focused on the trio of bodies entangled together. Feeling himself blush with embarrassment, TJ made to sit up, but it was impossible with two women holding him down, and besides, Emma didn’t seem to mind. Watching her watching him, TJ wondered if perhaps she, too, was affected by the hormonal soup, but then she stepped closer and gave a soft chuckle that instantly dispossessed TJ of that notion. Undoubtedly, anyone who could watch two women gorge themselves on a cock was not in similar dire straits.
“Kicked in already, has it?” Her voice was a husky purr, and TJ tried his best to pretend that they were simply having a normal conversation instead of one where his cock was doing an impromptu dance between two sets of warm lips. “I figured it might have. Caught Anjali and Ginny looking for you near the bridge. I told the CO that we had to limit the initial rates, or something like this might happen, but he wouldn’t listen. Said it’d even itself out.”
Smoothly, she slid her arms out of her jumpsuit, and deftly sloughed it off into a pile on the floor. It was a nonchalant gesture, made more so by her gently placing a hand on either of the other two women’s heads and pushing them aside like Moses parting a particularly lewd Red Sea. TJ felt his wet cock pop from between a pair of lips – to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure whose it was anymore – and slap against his still-clothed stomach, leaving a stain and causing him to groan slightly. Then, sparing him a coy glance, Emma lifted her leg and straddled him, her perfectly naked form insinuating itself against his like a goddess made flesh, each hand still holding the mewling head of a perturbed disciple. TJ’s eyes bored into hers as she ground herself slowly against the flat underside of his cock, and he could feel her warm, wet lips part smoothly for his obscenely hard member, ready and eager to take him if only the angles would align.
Resisting the urge to simply give in and ram himself into Emma, TJ instead swallowed and looked at her face, while pointedly ignoring the outline of her breasts so tantalizingly within reach. “You knew this would happen?” She smirked and did a sideways nod, her hands trailing down his sides. TJ frowned. “But then.. they’re not doing this of their own free will, are they? They’re being manipulated– and Ginny and Anjali..?”
“Are fine. In fact, I suspect they’ll be here any second.” She leaned forward, hands pressing to his chest, and pecked a soft kiss on his nose. “Relax, TJ. The hormones are in their blood, but they’re not brainwashed. Just horny. It happens a lot after several years of hypersleep, you know. The body seeks to reaffirm its existence. I’m sure you know what I mean.”
TJ sneaked a surreptitious glance down at his cock, and saw that a hand – Bree’s, from the look of it – was busy trying to angle it up towards Emma’s waiting lips. Next to him, Leah rose and shook off the rest of her clothing, joining the raven-haired beauty in glorious nakedness before slinking up into the bed with him. As she did, Bree successfully managed to angle his cock, and Emma slid onto him with a soft gasp, her tight confines stretching painfully around his hard girth. For a second, she simply sat on him, letting herself get used to his size, and then her hips began to move slowly, grinding around his girth and sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine. Bree, not wanting to be left out, crept in between his legs and smushed her face enthusiastically against TJ’s sack, and at the same time Leah’s hard, pointed nipple floated into his face, the needy redhead practically rubbing herself on him as she moaned softly.
“C’mon, TJ,” whispered Emma, and TJ could hear the edge of pleasure in her voice as she spoke. “Just relax and let the girls have some fun..!”
It was all a bit overwhelming, and TJ opted to simply shut his eyes and allow his mouth to be guided to the warm skin of Leah’s breast, which fit snugly between his lips as she pressed herself forward. Emma’s hands came down and began to tear at his shirt, and the sensation of being split between three women was almost more than TJ could bear. He groaned, tensed his body, and—
failed to cum. Surprisingly, Emma had stopped herself in just the second before he could explode, and TJ felt hands on his legs and hips that held him in place as he boiled, one single, solitary inch from erupting, within the warm confines of Emma’s body. Her hands had unzipped his shirt now, and with Leah’s breasts covering his face, he could not turn to look at the hands now reaching in to stroke his torso and massage his biceps. He could feel that there were more than three pairs, though. Reluctantly, and to Leah’s evident disappointment, he tore himself away from the small, hard nub that he had been sucking on, and swiveled his head to look straight into Ginny’s eyes. She, too, was smiling.
TJ was about to say something, probably something quite dumb, when a brief, stinging pain erupted near the base of his cock. Giving a startled yelp, he turned to look at Emma, who was holding a small, syringe-like object between her fingers. The tip was buried in his flesh, and a warm, tingling sensation was spreading out from the point of contact, eerie and pleasant in equal measure.
“There,” she said, and the other girls smiled and cooed, although TJ halfway suspected that they were as much in the dark as he was regarding the serum. Emma withdrew the needle and tossed it carelessly away, and then sunk back down on TJ’s cock with a sigh. “That should keep you in the game a little longer. Can’t have you run out of juice before everyone’s had some, can we?”
Her flippant tone was driven home by another roll of her hip, and then another, and then another, and then TJ felt Bree’s mouth on his nuts again, and then the combined force of Ginny and Leah and Anjali pressing themselves against him, and now there was nowhere to go but up and out, into a white-hot orgasm that erupted into Emma’s lithe frame with such force that it was almost physically painful, and which sent his body shaking spasmodically as he pumped himself dry into her welcoming snatch.
Smoothly, Emma remained atop him, grinding and rolling herself mercilessly around his cock until she felt him protest, and then she slid off, indifferent to the white stream drooling from her lower lips, and stepped aside to allow four hormonally infused women to fight over TJ’s body. It had been one of the most momentous orgasms of his life – certainly the best of this decade – but TJ found that his cock refused to go down, and rather seemed to grow harder and more engorged as his post-orgasmic sensitivity faded. In just twenty brief seconds, during which both Leah, Anjali and Ginny had dropped down to lap the remaining cum from his cock, TJ found that his erection was as potent and ready as ever, and he shivered as he turned his head to look at Emma, who had taken up position next to him on the bed. Her fingers were busy working between her legs, and she gave him a languid grin and a soft moan as their eyes met, a moan which TJ returned vigorously. Further south, Leah was busy trying to wrestle the two dark-skinned women off of TJ’s cock so she could ride him, too, and a small scuffle seemed to be breaking out as someone laid her breasts heavily around his cock.
“What… why..?”
TJ was whispering, and Emma made to respond in kind, until Anjali, clearly not content to be left out of the proceedings, climbed onto the bed, naked and beaming, and maneuvered herself atop TJ’s face. The scent of wet arousal encroached on his nostrils, and he suddenly found that he had to fight to breathe between her eagerly wiggling cheeks and the heat of her pussy pressing against his mouth. It was the kind of invitation that one does not reject, however, and TJ simply gave a soft, inward sigh of resignation and reached up to drag the lithe Indian down onto his tongue. which made her moan and dig her fingernails into his chest, leaving little half-moon shapes in his skin. She tasted nice, a heady mix of sex and sweat, and TJ began to attack her clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling and dipping it against her oozing honeypot before bringing the moisture back up to grind her sensitive nub into submission. With his hands he clawed a hold on her ass and gently pried the cheeks apart, which left his nose buried in the scent of her but still with enough air that he wouldn’t pass out.
Next to him, he heard Emma gasp, and the slick drag of her fingers between her legs was audible even from his position as a human pillow-rest. ”I remember you, TJ,” she said, evidently biting back a few moans to do so. ”From the clinic. Running the tests. I always knew I’d have try and find you once we were underway. You gave me these looks, like you just wanted to fuck my brains out, and I– aah..! Ah, fuck. I knew I had to find you. I knew I had to have you.”
TJ, whose cock was now wrapped in Ginny’s slick breasts and with Bree’s mouth sucking hard around the tip, groaned something against Anjali’s cunt and bucked his hips, which made Bree gag and moan in delight. Above him, Anjali’s moans had grown muffled, and TJ could feel the weight of Leah astride his torso, her wet heat smearing into his skin as she ground on him and kissed the darker woman hard on the mouth. Their tongues twisted and snaked against each other, and TJ could feel the redhead shiver as she forewent the pleasure of his mouth or cock and simply rocked herself to a trembling orgasm against his taut stomach.
Between the intoxicating scent of Anjali’s sex pressed against his mouth and the steady, slick slide of his cock between Ginny’s breasts, not to mention the tantalizing, teasing tongue twisting and snaking around his glans, TJ found himself approaching another peak, this one less intense but promising to be no less explosive than the previous. With his pleasure mounting, he found it impossible not to buck his hips and feed his length between the mounds of soft, willing flesh surrounding him, and from the sounds erupting from the merger of cock, breasts and mouth, it seemed that he was not alone in enjoying the performance. More and more, he could feel Bree’s spit run in thick streams down his shaft as she pushed down and practically buried her face between Ginny’s tits to get to his cock, and the added lubrication made the whole thing slide so smoothly that TJ might have been worried about losing the friction that made fucking the dark-skinned woman’s cleavage so pleasurable. But with his tip ramming roughly against the opening of Bree’s throat there was nothing to stop him from racing towards his second orgasm, and the tingling heat of the shot that Emma had given him began to spread rapidly into his stomach and thighs as he tensed and groaned into Anjali’s warm sex.
At this point, TJ had all but slid down to lie with most of his upper body jutting over the edge of the bed, supported by nothing more than the strength of his legs and the desire to not let this quintuplet of women down. With Anjali squatting solidly above his head and Leah still grinding herself onto his stomach, TJ struggled to remain in place as his hips worked frantically to snatch the elusive final spark of pleasure that would send him careening over the edge and into another mind-blowing orgasm. Finally, with the heavy heat of Ginny squeezing her breasts around him, he felt himself crest, and his fingers clutched Anjali closer to him as he surrendered to the pulsing, pumping sensation of unleashing another torrent of cum, this time pouring it into the mouth of the bubbly, blonde Bree, who dutifully swallowed it while gasping and gurgling around him. More than anything, it felt like the cum was being actively sucked out of him, the strange compound that Emma had injected into him clutching like a hot vice and causing his muscles to pump twice as hard. Fortunately, the potential mess he might have made of himself was contained by the two women around him, and by the time his orgasm petered out, what little cum that hadn’t been gathered up by Bree’s hyperactive mouth had slid down into the crevasse between Ginny’s mocha-colored breasts. And still, TJ’s cock remained as hard as ever, and the warm heat within him only let up enough that he felt it shift down to a spot behind his cock, from where it roiled and roared with the efforts of keeping his sexual organs in overdrive.
Little by little, TJ began to lose the sensation in his legs, and when he finally felt Anjali shiver and gasp against his face, and a few, pearly drops of her arousal oozed out onto his tongue, he was only too happy to nudge her off and slump down onto the floor, from whence he proceeded to stand up, shrug off his sweat-stained shirt and look around him. On the bed, Emma and Anjali were both looking up at him with various degrees of sweet adoration, while Leah was getting ready to pounce him. Bree, slumped on the floor, was slowly drooling a thick mix of cum and spit onto her fingers before pushing them between her legs, her head falling back in ecstatic pleasure as a mild orgasm shook through her. Next to her, Ginny was busy scraping the dregs of TJ’s load from between her breasts before licking the digits with evident relish, and the sight of the women voraciously devouring his cum made him wonder exactly how potent the hormone cocktail they had been given was. It was less ‘heightened libido’ and more ‘bacchanalian orgy’. Not that he minded; in fact, his cock spoke the only language he needed, and it was the language of being rock hard and aching to sink into something warm and wet and willing. When Leah came at him reaching for his cock, he decided that she would do.
With his mobility restored for the first time since the women had entered, TJ seized Leah by the hips and used her forward momentum to pivot her towards the bed, resulting in her suddenly finding herself on her hands and knees, halfway sprawled between Anjali’s tanned thighs. Wasting no time, TJ lined himself up and slid the length of his cock into the slim redhead from behind, which elicited a profound moan from her, and which incited a slew of less-than-subtle envious glares from the remaining girls. Using her slick heat and the copious spit on his shaft, TJ immediately set into a hard rhythm, grabbing her flared hips and letting the frustration of being caught under a literal mound of girls fuel his aggressive thrusts as Leah bounced and gasped and mewling with pleasure against him. Soon, the sound of skin slapping skin in a wet, sweat-soaked frenzy dominated the cabin, and TJ cast a glance over at Emma, who was languidly toying with herself while occasionally bringing her hand up to lick the combined cum and arousal off of her fingers. She smiled at him, the same smile that a cat would give while laying in a warm ray of sun, and TJ grinned back, finally coming into his own as he fucked Leah with every ounce of strength he had. It was empowering, and when a pair of hands reached around his torso and pulled him into a hug, he willingly leaned back and turned his head to find Ginny’s lips waiting for him. She pressed herself against him, her breasts squishing between his shoulder blades, and her tongue was warm and stained with the subtle salt of his cum, which only made the sensation of Leah’s pussy that much more exquisite. Deeper and deeper he went, losing himself in the act of rutting and kissing and touching and exploring the women around him, and he barely balked at the sensation when Anjali’s hand came down to squeeze his cock against Leah’s lips, an added layer of pleasure and tightness that made him growl and moan deeply against Ginny’s lips.
It was a long while before TJ was done, and his erection finally faded into a shriveled, tender thing between his legs. He lay on the bed, surrounded by the women who snuggled cat-like against him, and stared up at the dark ceiling with a sense of profound peace stirring in his chest. Immediately to his left, Emma lay pressed up against him, his arm around her shoulder, and he simply smiled as he heard her voice, so soft and quiet as to barely be a whisper at all.
“We have a month until the other pods open. I checked. A month to ourselves. A month of us.”
Despite the intense action, TJ felt his cock stir pleasantly as her warm breath tickled his earlobe. Whatever Emma’s plan was, it was definitely something that involved him.
“A month, Terrence. Don’t waste it.”
And then his eyes fluttered shut, and he drew a deep breath, and he let the darkness take him. Once more, the crew of the UNS Inuus slept, and dreamed, and waited.
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