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…”
Kichijō, needing stimulation, moved behind the hound. She ran her hands over his powerful, sleek back, then guided him. With surprising understanding, Kaabo turned, his canine member, thick and red, unsheathing. Kichijō, her arousal overriding any hesitation, positioned herself on her hands and knees. “Come on, boy,” she whispered. Kaabo mounted her, his paws on her hips, and with a strong thrust, he entered her from behind.
Kichijō screamed, the stretch different, primordial. He was thick, and he began to thrust with a rapid, animal rhythm. Within a minute, his knot began to swell at the base of his shaft, locking inside her. As it inflated, pressing against her deepest walls, he began to ejaculate. Kichijō felt the hot, pulsing jets of his seed flooding her womb, a deep, internal creampie that triggered her own violent orgasm. She shrieked, her body convulsing as she was knotted and filled.
The sounds of Kichijō’s climax tipped Olanke and Quivina over the edge. Olanke, being fucked ruthlessly by the dildo, came with a roar, her blue body shuddering. Quivina, feeling Olanke’s pussy clench around the toy, reached her own peak, grinding the harness against her own clit as she moaned.
Adunbi, feeling Osa’s cunt spasm around him, pulled her off him and flipped her onto her back on the deck. He shoved her legs up towards her shoulders into a deep mating press. “You want another baby, sister?” he growled, not waiting for an answer as he slammed back into her stretched, sopping wet channel.
Osa could only nod, babbling. “Yes! Fuck yes, breed me, put it deep!” His thrusts were brutal, his balls slapping against her ass, his thick cock battering her cervix with every piston-like drive. She came again, a squirting, messy orgasm that soaked the deck under her, her pussy milking him ferociously.
With a final, grinding thrust, Adunbi buried himself to the hilt and erupted. Osa felt the incredible, hot flood—a massive, excessive creampie that filled her beyond reason, spurt after thick spurt painting her womb white. It overflowed, gushing out around his shaft as he held still, pumping his incestuous seed into her deepest parts.
Exhaustion fell like a curtain.
They lay in a spent, panting heap for long minutes, a landscape of sweaty, cum-streaked skin. Slowly, they untangled and stumbled to the sonic shower, cleaning off the layers of mess.
Kichijō remained on the floor, still knotted to Kaabo, who lay panting contentedly beside her. “I’ll… be a few more minutes,” she said, a tired smile on her face.
Just as Osa was beginning to fastening the seal on her suit, the comm panel on the wall chimed urgently. She tapped it. A harried-looking Martian liaison appeared.
“Captain Osa, be advised. A command inspection team from the primary sponsor just docked. They are on their way to your vessel now for a full systems and crew readiness review. ETA: three minutes. They’ve been tipped off about… irregularities regarding the Delight incident. They’re looking for any reason to scrap the mission and reassign your crew.” The liaison’s image flickered out.
The lounge froze. The only sound was Kaabo’s contented sigh and the wet, intimate sound of Kichijō still locked to him.
Olanke’s blue eyes went wide. “Three minutes? Osa, Kichijō is still… attached.”
Osa’s mind raced, her post-coital haze evaporating. She looked at the lounge—the wet patches on the deck, the discarded Telchine dildo near the chair, the scent of sex still hanging in the air. She looked at her brother and his wife, their suits barely containing the evidence of their recent activities. Then she looked at Kichijō, legs splayed, helplessly knotted to the massive hound.
“We need to get her loose. Now,” Osa said, her voice low with sudden urgency. “And someone hide that fucking toy.”