Space Jizz - Sex Stories

Space Jizz

... use, and still accidentally swallowed the occasional droplet, but Daniel mostly kept his jizz away from the Destiny node where she worked. She decided not to rock the boat and count her blessings.

“Oh, it’s definitely growing nicely and we’ll have confirmation once we measure the plant’s mass.” With a less saline atmosphere, Rose had been able to resume her streams and was talking to her small but passionate audience through her tablet mounted on the wall, a great way to combat isolation sickness. “How do you weigh things in orbit?” she read from the chat. “That’s an excellent question. Mass and weight are…”

In space, no one can hear you scream. This tagline doesn’t apply to the pressurized insides of the space station unless a basketball-size blob latches on to your mouth and nose before engulfing your entire head. Rose’s first breath was a snort and everything she coughed up returned to the slimy, chaotic sphere.

“Hey, Rose, have you seen my cum ball… Never mind. I forgot that you like drinking that stuff. You can have it. I’ll just start a new one.”

She rocked her head and pawed at the sticky fluid like it was a swarm of bees. Some smaller bubbles separated from the mothership but a thick coat remained of what she had quickly identified as a week’s worth of sperm. Rose would want you to understand that it is with the most absolute of desperations that she willingly sucked and swallowed the mixture of old and fresh sperms through an invisible straw. Mouthful ...

... after mouthful she slurped the shrinking ball until precious air entered her sperm-coated lungs.

Panting, shaking, and afraid to open her eyelids through jelly goggles, Rose was too distraught to do anything but float. Once she realized she had been broadcasting the entire ordeal live, the streams were canceled once again.

There ended up being four more similar cumball incidents aboard the ISS, which Rose had first nicknamed the Nostromo on account of the liquid face-huggers she couldn't avoid, but had recently decided to call it the Event Horizon, her personal hell.

The next best thing to getting back on Earth, where cum tends to stay on the floor, was receiving the scheduled visit of two senior astronauts. Rose knew a 41-year-old woman who had been on ten spacewalks wouldn’t take any shit or sperm from some privileged teen. Daniel was about to get whipped into shape by the two badasses opening the hatch.

“Woah, check it oooout. I’m fucking floating, dude.”

“Where the thick alien chicks at?”

“What… who are you guys.” Though they had been practically impregnated by a thick layer of jizz on multiple occasions, Rose still trusted her eyes. These were not senior astronauts. Even calling them astronauts was a stretch.

“Heyo. Danny said you were hot, but damn. Good thing you can’t get pregnant in space.”

“Smells like jizz in here. I thought Danny was lying when he said you guys have sex all the time up here.”

“Where are Koch and Saint-Jacques?”

“Who? Oh, ...