Space Relations Pt. 27

All of this ran through the buxom redhead's mind as she stood there, just inside the hatch to Cruz's bunk. Before, Cammie had been a hated witch who trampled over her subordinates. There was nothing sensual or sexual about her. Thanks to the promiscuity of the Space Relations crew, Barbie had seen a new, softer side of Cammie she'd never imagined ever existed inside that woman. Cammie was flirty around Cruz and Mary. She was coy and playful with them, and she liked to tease them. She'd been sleeping with Thor as of late, and she exposed those same tender qualities to him too, but not out in the open. Anywhere else on the ship, and Cammie was as cool as a cucumber, all business and no nonsense. With a select few people, she became a playful doll.

It was odd to watch Cammie frolic with Cruz. The two of them were rolling around on the bottom bunk and constantly laughing and teasing each other. Cammie's body was remarkably well preserved for a woman in her early fifties. She worked out as much as Thor did to maintain a tight and limber form. Cruz was okay for a man, as he wasn't studly in any way except for his charm, his abrasive sense of humor and his ability to seduce all types of women. Cruz just wasn't Barbie's type, as he was, let's face it, a coward sometimes, although he did seem to be on top of critical situations at other times.

The couple had invited Barbie to join them twice now, but so far she hadn't taken the bait. She was simply watching them fool around, slightly stiff toward Cammie and largely unimpressed with Cruz's stocky from.

What kept Barbie from simply walking away were her rebellious thoughts. Her husband had plugged six, count 'em, six cat-hussies from planetoid Zeus. Even now, Washington was plugging Thor, which was something one really had to grasp in order to understand fully. Thor, who was a man, but was now a woman, was fooling around with her husband. Barbie shook her head in disbelief. Only on the Space Relations could something as strange as that happen.

It wasn't so much that Barbie wanted to get back at her husband. It was more that she'd loosened up from the strict military protocol of the Neptune where everyone had to behave a certain way or else their peers would ostracize them. Anything went on the Space Relations, including sexual challenges with hairy Worfs, frolic with cat-hussies and general orgies en masse. Barbie had stayed away from all of that because she hadn't been raised that way, but neither had Cammie or Willow. Willow was gone now, which was too bad because Barbie felt she could enter this brave new world with Willow at her side. Cammie was the only other conservative sort that Barbie could truly relate to, and as she could see now, the older woman was embracing this new way of life that had been unimaginable on the Neptune.

There weren't that many men on the Space Relations, just as there weren't that many women. There was Washington, who was her husband, Thor, who had just transformed into a chick, and admittedly a hot chick at that, and Cruz, who was the least manly of the three. And no, Barbie wasn't counting Margo / Mark as a man just yet, because that was just too freaky and contemplating it might make her lose her marbles.

Just leave, Barbie thought. Stop over-thinking this mess and walk away. Go back to the bridge and stare at the constant image of stars and space, and forget the fluid and changing situation where the rest of the crew was hopping from one bunk to another with no break for rest. Live your same constant, boring life that you've always lived, don't change a thing, stay sane and be happy. Don't think about anything else.

But there was a part of Barbie that didn't want to leave. She'd fallen in love with Mr. Washington because he was fresh and exciting, invigorating to a career woman in administration like her. Just by standing next to that man, Barbie felt like she was having an adventure. She felt safe and warm around him, the same as she'd felt with Willow.

It had taken a long time for Barbie to realize how well her husband fit in with the rest of the crew. There was a balance between him and his people that she didn't think she'd ever seen before. Even though they all had their quirks and eccentricities, they were all on the same mental playing field. They understood each other in ways that people don't reach unless they've been around one another for years and years. That's what Barbie had stepped into but she hadn't decided whether it was a pile of poo or a puddle of warm summer rain.

Barbie smirked. Compared to the rest of the crew, she was about as adventurous as a thumbtack. Once you go black, you never go back. That was so true in her case that she ended up marrying a black man on a foreign planet. To fully accept that black man, to fully comprehend him, she would also have to accept his friends. Was she ready to do that now?

The redhead was a little nervous as she pulled her shirt off. She got her hair caught up in it for a moment, but that was quickly remedied. That's all she had on, thanks to what Cruz had done to her earlier. She had a nice figure, Barbie thought, as she noticed the way men constantly looked at her, especially after she'd dyed her hair red. In fact, she could probably gain a little more weight and still look as sexy as she did now. Her curves were simply in the right places.

Barbie had never been the sort of woman who would flaunt her body in public, although she reveled doing that in private. She didn't saunter toward the active bunk; she simply walked. Cammie and Cruz were caught up with each other, still playing and fondling, until they noticed her standing there nude.

They didn't quietly draw Barbie into their midst. Instead, both of them grabbed her by the arms and yanked her on top of them. Cruz and Mary had their favorite little games where they put a new person between them. Barbie knew they'd done that to Cammie and to Margo in the past. Apparently, Cammie had been thoroughly initiated into that erotic practice, as the first thing those two did was to get Barbie in the middle. They groped each other with her in the way, and they also groped her.

She was a cold fish tossed into a hot oven, but it didn't take too long for Barbie to thaw out and reciprocate. The rough handling she was getting saw to that quickly. Having two warm mouths on her, along with four groping hands and four rubbing legs, could probably do that to anybody. At first, Barbie didn't even know who to grab or what to grab. She was just reaching out and rubbing on whatever she could reach. She didn't know when it happened, but a hot and horny mouth was soon wrapped over one of her breasts. A tangle of black hair with silver streaks fell on her chest just before Cammie sucked in one of her nipples. Barbie hardly had the time to utter a gasp, when Cruz started mouthing her other side.

There was so much movement that Barbie could hardly keep up with it. She was turned this way and that, rolled over and bent. There was a struggle between her legs until her thighs were spread apart. Then she had one set of fingers pushed into her, but when that set was removed, another set was eager to take its place.

Barbie had her legs splayed out wide at one point, and pointed high in the air at another. She was on her side, on her back and on her belly. She felt like a human pretzel so many times, with arms and legs and feet and hair all over, twisting and turning her in so many different ways.

When Cruz's lower half was hovering near her head, Barbie did the unthinkable. She got her head into a better angle and sucked him in. This was the first man she'd had in her mouth, beside her husband, ever since she'd gotten married. The cock belonged to a man she didn't necessarily even like, but here she was, sucking it anyway. Cruz got into a spot where he could probe into her lips, and she let him do it. Barbie had to let his cock go when Cammie got her face and her hand between Barbie's legs, so she could release her heavy moans.

Barbie went through a climax, and then another one, and then another. She was being taken to the top of that sensual rollercoaster often, frequently, and then non-stop. The situation was very fluid, she thought, and she laughed just as Cammie and Cruz had been laughing with each other. She had finally become part of the group that she'd been so hesitant to join before.

The escapade never seemed to end. There was so much stickiness; it seemed to be everywhere and on everyone. The room temperature went up so high the walls were sweating, and the musky smell of sex drenched everything in it.

Barbie moaned out loud, when Cammie ended up beneath her and Cruz behind her. Cruz was impaling her with a cock that was much smaller than her husband's, but making up for it by swirling it around and exciting her with constant angles. His hands were gripping her married ass and clenching her married sides. Below Barbie, Cammie was cupping her married breasts and kissing her married lips.

They'd turned her into a slut, Barbie thought. Or had they freed her constrained way of thinking instead? It was so difficult for Barbie to make up her mind while undergoing such an overload of pleasure. Cruz squeezed her ass then spread it apart, so blatantly that Barbie wondered how she would explain that to her husband if he caught them. Only her spouse should be able to do that and see that!

Cruz, the lowly, unattractive Cruz, was really pounding her now. He was getting Barbie up to that point that her husband's larger cock had no trouble in finding. Barbie took the jostling, feeling her hair bouncing around and her breasts bounding back and forth in Cammie's hands. Cruz gave her a handful of tremendous, full-stroke thrusts, before he tensed up and made his manly sounds of sexual conquest.

He spilled into Barbie, who had to be the biggest slut in the galaxy, as she stayed there on all fours and took it. Well, she wasn't exactly staying still, as her mouth was letting out all sorts of noise. After so much sexual cavorting, she was dripping wet. This expulsion by Cruz left her insides drenched and leaking out onto her thighs. Barbie was a whore, or was she? People from the outside would suspect things, but it was the crew who knew the whole truth, and they would never give up their secrets to anyone.

"The Captain is going to be really mad at me." Cruz joked, as he gave Barbie a few, final courtesy thrusts. "When he finds out I took his wife around the block."

"Well, he's going to be mad at me, too." Barbie said, pulling away and dropping her sweaty body next to Cammie.

"I'm single, so I don't give a shit!" Cammie laughed.

Cruz draped over the older woman, kissing her while she playfully avoided him.

Cammie really wasn't the same woman she'd been on the Neptune, Barbie felt. As Cruz kept kissing her, they were both laughing. Barbie used her leg to reach out and catch one of Cammie's. Even though Cruz was on top of her, the redhead managed to squeeze her hand between them. For a few seconds, she simply rubbed the older woman's mound.

"Cruz, you need to move to the side." Barbie told him.

"Well, all right, baby." He complied. "All you have to do is ask."

The moment she had enough room, Barbie stuck her finger into Cammie. She poked it in and out a few times, before she moved her head over and nibbled on one of the woman's nipples. That still wasn't enough. Barbie had to adjust herself so that she could kiss Cammie on the lips again.

"It has been a long time coming, baby," Cruz kidded with her. "But I do believe you are now officially part of the randiest crew in the universe."

"I'll second that!" Cammie laughed.

This time, when the others laughed, Barbie laughed right along with them.

After six Earth Standard days, the Space Relations had traversed a distance of four lightyear's worth of space travel. They did pause their progress when the proximity scanners detected a large terrestrial mass ahead of them. The ship merely hovered near this lone, dark planet until everyone was up and awake and ready to take a look at it.

"Luminosity is very low, but it is giving off plenty of heat." Ensign Freya said, as she pored over her monitor's readings. "Give me two, Captain. I'll see if I can locate it on the Planetary Index."

"Stay on it, Freya." Washington directed. "Barbie, will you give us a close-up of this planet onscreen?"

"Anything you say, hubby." The saucy redhead returned.

Shortly after, the wide screen showed two images. One picture displayed the mysterious dark planet against the backdrop of stars. The new, closer image gave a view of dark tectonic plates with many volcanic spots and cracks.

Now that Thor had changed sex on him, the captain considered, and with him as the lone exception, his entire flight crew consisted of women. There had been an initial worry that everyone else on board might go through the same mysterious process, but so far the rest of them had been lucky and not affected. Because he was the senior man and sitting behind the others, he had a chance to gaze at the backs of these women.

Cammie was in the navigator's chair sitting on his far right. At the moment, the older woman had nothing to do, because the Space Relations was deviating from her proposed flight path. She looked absorbed in watching the images on the screen.

Next, to his close right sat his wife. Washington had to admit that Barbie looked stunning as a redhead. Normally, Barbie was all business while on detail and very subdued while on her time off. Recently, her demeanor had changed so that she was as bubbly in public as she was in private. It had come as a surprise a couple of days back when Barbie had openly flirted with Cruz, because she'd never done that before. Not only that, but she'd flirted with Cammie as well, enough that Washington began wondering what his wife was up to when he was on the bridge and she wasn't.

Lastly, Freya sat to his immediate left. Washington had banged her once, and only once, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to do it again. After the first encounter, both parties had stayed apart a couple of days while rethinking where they stood with one another. They'd avoided having conversations or sitting close together, so much that the rest of the crew had noticed their separation. After those first two days, matters had relaxed between them, enough that their words were no longer strained, and they didn't shift their gaze when looking toward one another.

In fact, for the last day Freya had been catching the captain's eyes and holding his attention. He wouldn't mind going another round with her. Based on her body language, neither did she. When she'd first started her shift, the shapely blonde had leaned over her workstation so that Washington could get a good look at her backside. Then she'd stood up and looked right at him to confirm to them both that she'd done it deliberately.

It was one thing for him to look to his left and expect to see the big, brawny Thor. He didn't think he could ever get that image out of his mind, but it vanished much faster than he expected. Freya was simply too attractive to ignore. And, well... That ass!

Washington cringed when he saw Barbie glaring at him. While he'd been ogling Freya, she'd turned around to watch him. He wondered how much of his thoughts the low-level telepath had caught.

Sorry, he thought at his wife.

"You'd better be sorry, you son of a bitch!"

Over on the far right, Cammie started giggling. Apparently the older woman had figured out what was going on as well. Barbie's glare was now aimed at two people; her husband and Cammie on her other side. Washington's wife had always been the jealous type, but things had escalated greatly since his encounter with Freya. It was funny to the captain that his woman didn't mind when he'd messed around with Mary or the former Margo. With the beautiful Freya seen as a credible threat to their marriage, Barbie seethed with resentment.

"Here we are, Captain." Freya announced in her sultry voice, oblivious to what was taking place around her. "I've finally located our present planet in the star maps. The Kepler II Space Telescope first recorded it on a fly-by. It is described as a rouge planet, designated Kepler II Oh-Two dash Forty-Six. The reason it took so long to verify is that this planet is out of its projected orbit by approximately ten degrees. It is quite a bit larger than expected as well, with a mass of five-point-five times that of Earth."

"I ran into that problem a couple of times on the Neptune." Cammie revealed. "The Kepler II underestimated the size of many of the planetary objects it logged into its data banks. I have an official observational report on this inaccuracy in the public files. I suspect it was a problem with the lens. There should be a caveat that states, quote, objects using this telescope are closer and bigger than they appear."

Barbie, the captain noticed, had taken a jealous glance at Freya, before returning to her monitor screen. "Will you forward the spec sheet over? I want to take a look at it."

"Yes I will." Freya replied. "Captain, Cammie, I'm also sending the details over to your computers."

After about a minute, something became glaringly obvious.

"We don't know anything about this planet." Cammie was the first to say. "Most of the entry fields are blank."

"Let's move in for a closer look." Washington said, excited as to what they might discover. "Cammie, put us in high orbit. Barbie, keep watch on our shields and life support. Freya, watch out for any debris and make sure nothing comes up after us."

Within a few minutes, the ship's sensors started picking up more information.

"We have detected a high number of carbon compounds in the atmosphere." Freya revealed. "I'll try to zoom in on the surface."

The image on the main screen focused closer and closer to the strange planet. The crew saw large volcanic mountains, prevalent streaks of lava and a yellow haze in the air peppered with dark clouds of soot.

"Extremely low water content in the air, Captain." Freya announced.

"Barbie, will you take over a chemical analysis of the air?" Washington asked.

"Hold on, hubby." Barbie answered. "I'm picking up an energy flux in the lounge."

"What?" Washington asked. "Who is in the lounge right now, and what are they doing?"

"I'll do the analysis." Cammie volunteered.

"Go ahead. Freya, you keep an eye out for any incoming threats."

"Yes, Captain."

Having two things going at once was distracting Washington. Luckily, his wife soon concluded one of his worries.

"I have the lounge on my monitor." Barbie spoke up. "Nobody is in there. The energy flux is gone now."

"Good." Washington slightly relaxed. "Stay on watch, internal systems."

"Got it."

A few seconds later, Cammie had news to report. "These are preliminary findings for our rogue planet, but they aren't very people friendly. The atmosphere of this planet has extremely high concentrations benzene, butane, methane and pentane. There are lakes full of methane and huge pits filled with black ooze, similar to what we might find in oil wells. To put it crudely, if there is any life on that planet it breathes, eats and shits gasoline for breakfast."

This disappointed the captain, as he was hoping to catch video of something alive that no Earthling had ever seen before. "Let's maintain orbit and at least try to map some of this planet out. Cammie, you take care of the orbit. Barbie, I'll have you do the mapping."

"I just had another energy flux in the kitchen." His wife revealed.

"What the hell is going on?" Washington blurted out. "Could this be because of our proximity to this planet? Cammie, let's back off a little bit. Barbie, is there anyone in the kitchen?"

"Mark is in the kitchen." Barbie said. "I'll put the kitchen onscreen while I give him a call."