Starship Gangbang: A Breeding Orgy in Space
Marooned in space with a busted stardrive, shipmates Natalie and Jaycee decide if they ever want to see Earth again, they will have to have children to finish the return trip home. With ship morale at an all-time low, the two think an orgy will do the trick to bond the crew again while randomizing the paternity of their progeny. More
Marooned in space with a busted stardrive, shipmates Natalie and Jaycee decide if they ever want to see Earth again, they will have to have children to finish the return trip home. With ship morale at an all-time low, the two think an orgy will do the trick to bond the crew again while randomizing the paternity of their progeny.
This 6,000+ word, lighthearted group orgy contains enough explicit action to satisfy the hungriest of readers! Intended for mature audiences only.
Natalie reached under the table to sneak her hand under Jaycee’s thigh. She wanted her to feel it shaking. Jaycee shuffled some papers on the desk, aware only of the huge tilt-a-whirl inside her stomach. This meeting could be the last for a long time if things went sour.
But it could be the best one yet, she considered, and she hung on to this hope.
“You look nervous,” Javier eyed them over his coffee mug.
“What’s this all about anyway? We just had our weekly three days ago.”
“We have to wait for Brent,” Natalie said, her jaw palpably twitching.
She thought, What had Jaycee gotten her into?
“Until he gets here,” Jaycee said, passing down a stack of papers to Thorvald on her right, “I want each of you take a look at one of these.”
“What is it?” Joe asked.
“Medi-stat reports and a simulated projection of the years to come as far as our heads go.”
“Oh, fun,” Andy said, thumping his chair back to the ground. His brown, messy curls bobbed at the jolt. “Just what I want to hear.”
“Just read it, for heaven’s sake,” Jaycee grumbled. The room grew silent as eyes flicked across numbers and tables. Then the door flung open a little too loudly and broke their meditation.
“Here,” Jaycee said, scooting a loose sheet across the table to where Brent stood. As she eased back, she could feel Natalie’s hand grab her knee. She slipped her hand under the table and squeezed it.
“All I’m seeing is a dismal projection, J,” Thorvald said.
“Yeah, I mean, which system did you compile this on?” Joe asked. His shaved head gleamed in the overhead light. His dark skin stretched tight over his skull, cheekbones, and neck muscles. For a computer geek he kept a rigorous work-out schedule. Not much else to do while marooned in space.
“Mine,” Jaycee said. “Now, before you get all worked up, take a look now at this simulated projection.”
As the second round of papers found hands, eyebrows flicked up across the table.
Javier burped and said, “So what’s the miracle?”
“Yeah, J,” Thorvald said. “What did you plug in for these figures to get back in the green?”
“Before I tell you,” Jaycee said, standing at the end of the oval table, “let me explain why you’re here.”
“No offense intended, Jaycee,” Brent cut her off. “But we get it. We’re miserable and you’ve figured out something to fix it. Now just tell us what the code to that opiates cabinet is and we can skip the lecture.”
Javier smirked and Natalie shot him a look.
“It’s not drugs we need, Brent,” said Jaycee.
“It isn’t?” he sneered.
“Look, you’re an engineer. You want the details. So listen. We have a scenario we’d like to propose to the whole crew. But first, the facts.”
Jaycee went into detail describing the need for a future generation on the ship to continue the duties so that they all may spend a few remaining years on Earth. Before anyone could interrupt, she went on to summarize the results of the medi-stat reports. Morale and comradeship was at an all-time low and something needed to be done before it got any worse.
“So what’s the scenario, ladies?” said Andy. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.