Chapter 1: Leather Stretches

Nebulae consumed the Milky Way as it seemed to spiral for infinite. The newborn stars fluttered and twinkled as they danced with almost flawless cartography.

The cold void of space was filled with endless possibilities, from life, to destruction. It held together everything, simply, by existing.

The cosmic winds of the ejaculate stars pushed the Pink Orgy’s sails forward into new, unexplored territory.

The Pink Orgy definitely made a fashion statement; rusted and covered completely in pink paint. It was an old junker ship, purchased with a few favors from an old sail-mate. Mortars consumed the surface of the ship, while battle cannons were readied at the port and starboard sides. The solar sails were marked with skulls, showing that they meant business.

The all female crew of the Pink Orgy was made of up previous “entertainers,” mercenaries and unruly house wives. Their leather space suits were tightly wrapped around their skin showing off every curve, leaving everything to be desired.

Rose Anne, captain of the Pink Orgy, stood tall in a battle ready position. Her left cheek stood out among her face as it bore a large scar. Her amber eyes told a story of sorrow yet showed compassion and love for her crew. She hovered over her crew with authority and strength and in return they gave her their undivided attention and respect.

The universe was made up of an undefined amount of stars, but none shone brighter than the moxie of the Pink Orgy.

The asteroids seemed to defy gravity as their magnetic field pulled them inwards towards the floating metal target.

The command center was the biggest room on the ship by far, it housed all the crew’s radar, shield and weapon equipment.

“Engage the shields,” Captain Anne ordered.

“You bet boss” engineer Elga chirped, pushing buttons like a lunatic.

The asteroids struck, deflecting off the shields, shaking the hull.

The crew readied themselves for impact, their breasts released tension, bouncing up and down, impairing vision for a short while.

The shaking stopped as they exited the reach of the asteroid belt.

The generator needed to recharge, as did much of the crew’s erotic instruments. While their instruments were on hold, they contained their libido in check; they still had each other. Being together as crew mates for so long had opened the opportunity of learning both, the inside and outs of each other.

Their exploration was more than about just gallivanting through the cosmos. No, it was about being free. Choices which many of the women on board did not have, until they had found The Pink Orgy.

The crew explored boundaries outside of their own confines as their breasts connected, rubbing together. Their bodies becoming entangled in a hot web of ecstasy as their lips moist with saliva touched. Their tongues becoming one as fluids mixed together, their hands slowly plummeting downwards towards the promised land.

An asteroid bounced off the ship, shaking the entirety of the ship and startling the crew.

Rose Anne removed the head of her second in command Rachel from betwixt her legs, their were several crew members waiting in line to see their captain. Being the captain meant she was always kept busy. Turning on the intercom she reassured the crew that everything was alright and she nudged the second in command’s head and it seeped back into position. Her moaning echoed through the speakers until sounds of orgasmic bliss had taken place. Desire became the crew’s passion as they listened to the rhythmic moans of their captain.

“That will be all” she teased, shutting off the intercom.

Various fluids and oils leaked onto the ground, soaking and saturating The Pink Orgy’s innards. Turning the halls into an wet, oceanic, sticky, eyesore. The chambermaid would have her work cut out for her, she sighed at the sight of the tremendous job ahead, then gave a slight smile as she had helped contribute to the mess.