Future Osa in Space
Copyright© 2025 by Osa Oladapo
Chapter 11: Future Osa and her Crew 7
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Future Osa and her Crew 7 - Osa and her brother explore a pleasure planet filled with various sentient aliens also seeking pleasure
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Space Incest Brother Sister Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Double Penetration Public Sex Small Breasts
The lounge was a tangle of limbs and lust, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and raw, animal need. Adunbi stood in the center, his massive cock standing proud, a thick, veined testament to Osa’s stories. Kichijō didn’t hesitate. Her eyes were locked on that formidable length as she pushed him back onto the padded bench.
“My turn first,” she breathed, a statement, not a request. She straddled him, her small hands guiding the dark, broad, plum-shaped head to her entrance. Her pussy was already wet, her delicate, milky white lips glistening. She sank down slowly, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as the immense width began to stretch her. “Fuck ... it’s even bigger than it looked.”
Osa watched, kneeling close by, her own yellow suit wide open. Her small, pert tits heaved with each breath, her pierced nipples hard as rivets. Her pussy, still slick and slightly stretched from her brother’s earlier creampie, dripped a fresh stream of arousal onto the deck. She bit her lip, watching Kichijō’s face contort in a beautiful agony of fullness.
Kichijō took him deep, sinking until her ass met his thighs, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the intrusion. She began to ride him in a sensual cowgirl rhythm, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing with each upward grind. “Oh god, Adunbi ... you’re filling me,” she moaned, her head falling back.
After a few minutes of watching Kichijō’s ecstasy, Osa’s hunger became unbearable. “Switch,” Osa demanded, her voice husky. “I need him. Now.”
Kichijō nodded, lifting herself off with a wet, sucking sound. Adunbi’s cock glistened with her juices. Osa practically fell into her place, her body thrumming with anticipation. She positioned the throbbing head against her own slick dark entrance. Her pussy, a neat, delicate flower now permanently puffy and flared from his recent abuse, yielded more easily, but the stretch was still everything. She guided him in with that same gentle, teasing pressure she craved, letting the fat tip nudge and retreat, coating itself in her copious wetness before sinking deeper with a soft, wet schlop.
“Yesss,” Osa hissed, her eyes rolling back. “Just like that ... fuck, brother, give it all to me.” She worked herself down onto him, a slow, exquisite conquest, until his balls were snug against her ass. She was so full she could feel him in her throat. She began to move, riding him with a desperate, hungry fervor.
While Osa lost herself, Quivina had retrieved the Telchine dildo from the bunk room. She approached Olanke, who stood watching. “Your turn, Engineer,” Quivina purred, her voice motherly and wicked. She fastened the harness around her hips, the thick, shimmering length jutting out from her curly black mound.
Olanke’s double-lidded eyes flashed. She turned, bending over the back of a chair, presenting her firm, blue buttocks and the heavy-lipped, meaty pussy between them. Her vulva was a striking contrast of dark blue outer lips and vivid violet inner folds, already slick and swollen. Quivina didn’t wait. She pressed the dildo’s broad head against Olanke’s entrance and pushed forward with a firm, steady thrust.
Olanke cried out, a guttural, surprised sound of pleasure as the toy breached her. Quivina set a relentless, pounding pace, fucking her doggy-style, the synthetic flesh slapping against Olanke’s ass. “Harder!” Olanke grunted, pushing back against each thrust.
Kaabo, the large hound, had been watching with intelligent, keen eyes. He now padded over to Osa, his nose twitching at the stream of fluid dripping from her vigorously used cunt. He gave a soft whine and began to lick, his broad, warm tongue lapping up her juices and the remnants of Adunbi’s cum with eager, sloppy strokes. Osa moaned, the sensation unexpected and intensely arousing. “Oh! Kaabo ... yes, just like that...”