Lena's hands trembled on the control panel, the ship's hum vibrating through her lithe frame. At 28, she was the youngest engineer on the exploratory vessel, her body toned from years of zero-G drills-curvy hips flaring from a narrow waist, full C-cup breasts straining against her form-fitting jumpsuit, the fabric a sleek black that hugged her like a second skin. Her auburn hair was pulled into a practical ponytail, framing sharp green eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose. No jewelry, just the faint scent of engine oil clinging to her pale skin, shaved smooth below the neck for the tight confines of space travel.
The wormhole loomed on the viewscreen, a swirling vortex of indigo and violet, pulling the ship in with inexorable force. Alarms blared, but Lena ignored them, her focus on stabilizing the core. That's when the turbulence hit, slamming her against the console. The door hissed open, and in rushed Gage and Lorr, the two male crew members-burly, sweat-glistened men in their thirties, their jumpsuits unzipped to the waist, revealing chiseled torsos dusted with dark hair trailing down to bulging crotches.
Gage, starting with G as per protocol, was broad-shouldered with a square jaw shadowed by stubble, his cock already half-hard against his thigh, thick and veined, foreskin pulled back slightly to reveal a flushed head. Lorr, his name fitting the L cue, had a leaner build, olive skin marked by old scars, his erection tenting obviously, uncut length curving upward with a nest of trimmed black pubes at the base.
"You okay?" Gage growled, his voice rough over the din, grabbing her arm. His touch sent a jolt through her, heat pooling between her thighs. The wormhole's energy warped the air, making everything feel charged, electric.
Lena nodded, but her breath hitched as Lorr pressed in from behind, his hands on her hips. "Shields are failing," she gasped, but her body betrayed her, arching into their warmth. The anomaly hummed, distorting gravity, and suddenly they were floating, bodies tumbling in slow-motion weightlessness.
Gage's mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue invading with hungry insistence, tasting of synthetic coffee and salt. She moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Lorr unzipped her suit with deft fingers, peeling it down to expose her breasts-pert and rosy-nippled, bouncing free in the low-G. He cupped one, thumb circling the hardening peak, while his other hand slid lower, parting her thighs to find her slick folds, bare and swollen, her clit peeking like a pearl.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," Lorr murmured, his breath hot against her neck. His fingers delved in, two thick digits pumping her pussy, the wet sounds echoing in the cabin's metallic confines. The walls gleamed silver under emergency lights, casting eerie blue glows that danced across their skin like liquid fire.
Lena gasped, breaking the kiss with Gage to cry out, "Yes, there-harder." Her body twisted in the air, propelled by the wormhole's pull, until she was sandwiched between them. Gage shed his jumpsuit, his cock springing free-eight inches of girthy meat, balls heavy and drawn tight, a drop of pre-cum beading at the slit. He guided her hand to it, and she stroked him firmly, feeling the veins pulse under her palm.
Lorr stripped too, his curved shaft slapping against her ass as he positioned himself. The zero-G made every movement languid, sensual, their bodies drifting like lovers in a dream. Lena's suit hung around her waist, her ass cheeks full and firm, a faint tan line from forgotten sunlamps marking her skin. She spread her legs wider, inviting, as Lorr's cockhead nudged her entrance, slick with her arousal.
He thrust in slow, inch by inch, stretching her tight walls. "God, so fucking tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips, fingers bruising the soft flesh. The sensation was exquisite-his thickness filling her completely, the curve hitting her G-spot with each lazy rock. Lena's head fell back against his chest, her breasts heaving, nipples grazing Gage's chest hair as he floated closer.
Gage captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. She whimpered, her free hand tangling in his short-cropped hair. The wormhole's colors pulsed outside, bathing them in shifting hues-crimson reds bleeding into electric blues, the air thick with the musk of sex and ionized particles.
"Fuck me," Lena demanded, her voice husky, eyes locked on Gage's dark ones. He grinned, feral, and maneuvered in the weightless space, his cock aligning with her mouth. She took him deep, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling the salty pre-cum. He fucked her face gently at first, then harder, balls tapping her chin as she gagged softly, saliva dripping in zero-G globules that floated away like perverse stars.
Lorr picked up pace, his hips snapping despite the drift, pounding her pussy with wet slaps. Her juices coated his shaft, trickling down her thighs in the artificial gravity flickers. "You like that, engineer? Taking cock while the universe bends?" he taunted, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in firm circles.
Lena moaned around Gage's dick, vibrations making him curse. "Shit, yeah-suck it, just like that." Her body trembled, building toward release, the wormhole's hum syncing with her pulse. She came first, walls clenching Lorr's cock in rhythmic spasms, a gush of warmth flooding out as she cried muffled screams.
They didn't stop. Gage pulled out, spinning her in the air until she faced Lorr. Now impaled on Lorr's still-hard length, she rode him reverse, ass grinding against his pelvis, feeling his pubes tickle her skin. Gage entered from behind, lubed by her excess slickness, pressing his cockhead against her tight asshole. "Relax, baby," he whispered, kissing her shoulder, the stubble scraping deliciously.
She did, pushing back as he breached her, the burn morphing to bliss. Double-penetrated, Lena floated in ecstasy, their cocks rubbing through her thin walls, stretching her to limits. The cabin spun-consoles blinking red, air recyclers whirring, the scent of cum and sweat overpowering the sterile ozone.
"Fuck, your ass is gripping me like a vice," Gage grunted, thrusting deep, his balls slapping her pussy where Lorr pistoned in. Lorr's hands roamed her breasts, pinching nipples, while his mouth claimed hers in a sloppy kiss, tongues dueling amid gasps.
They moved in tandem, slow then frantic, the wormhole's warp making time stretch-each thrust lingering, sensations amplified. Lena's second orgasm built like a supernova, her body quaking, nails raking Lorr's thighs. "Come inside me-both of you," she begged, voice raw.
Gage groaned first, flooding her ass with hot spurts, his cock twitching. Lorr followed, pumping her pussy full, seed mixing with her cream. They drifted, spent, bodies entangled, the wormhole spitting the ship out into normal space. But Lena's hunger lingered, her hands already stroking them back to hardness, ready for more in the endless night.
The cycle repeated-Gage bending her over the console, fucking her mouth while Lorr took her from behind, then switching, their cum dripping from her in pearly strands. She straddled Gage, bouncing on his thick shaft, breasts jiggling, while Lorr fed her his cock, the three of them a knot of limbs and moans. Sensory overload: the cool metal under her palms, the heat of their skin, the vulgar squelch of penetration, the salty tang on her tongue.
Hours blurred- or was it minutes, in the wormhole's twist? Lena lost count of her climaxes, each one dirtier, more desperate. "Harder, you bastards-wreck me," she'd demand, and they'd oblige, spanking her ass red, pulling her hair, filling every hole until she was a quivering mess.
Finally, sated, they collapsed in a heap on the deck as gravity normalized, bodies slick and marked-bite marks on her neck, handprints on her thighs, their cocks softening against her curves. The wormhole faded, but the fire they'd ignited burned on, promising endless voyages of flesh.
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