Taryn Death was on all fours. She bit her lip as the alien male slipped his thick strut into her vussy. He was almost too big for her but only almost. The first few centimeters went slow but as the last he slammed into her tight vussy. Her short purple hair fell into front of her face and she blew it out of her eyes.
“Docking complete,” the male said. It was a pilot joke and because pilots always got Taryn hot, she laughed at it.
“Permission to unload is granted,” Taryn said.
The response was immediate. The pilot grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. The sound of his hips crashing into her firm ass soon filled the orgy room.
Taryn’s green cat eyes widened with surprise and pleasure. All around her was a multitude of fucking bodies. She couldn’t see colors but she saw heat and the orgy had heat to spare.
Praise the Lords of Space that she agreed to take a vacation on Pleasure Station Sigma. Her sisters had been pestering her to authorize a vacation and she finally gave in. As the leader of their little family owned bounty hunting business, Taryn was used to being the responsible one but even she was getting burned out. A good hard fuck was just what she needed.
Of course, even a good hard fuck could use a little supervision. Taryn balanced herself on one hand while she used her other hand to reach between her thighs. As the alien’s strut rammed in and out of her, she stroked the outside of her vussy lips. Sometimes her fingers stroked his strut and he didn’t seem to mind that one bit.
Taryn’s first orgasm came quickly. She threw her head back and let out a scream.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw someone watching her. It was a male and judging from his body heat, he has had a long day. That didn’t stop him from stroking his strut while he watched her.
Something about his shape nagged at her. He was smiling with a familiar grin.
The pilot continued to fuck her. “Advancing to warp,” he announced and then his already fast fucking increased to a furious pace. Taryn had to steady herself with body hands as his strut reached ridiculous speeds inside her.
“That is fucking hot,” the man across from her said.
Taryn’s genetically enhanced brain searched her organic database. It compared sound samples to previous memories. A million probability calculations were made in an instant and a positive identification was made.
He as Habbid the Butcher. Wanted in three systems for the mass murder of seventeen million sentients. Preferred weapons were acid based. Current bounty was at nine thousand Megacreds and a year of free meals at Sheba’s.
Taryn thought of her sisters. Had they seen him? Of course not. Sasha would have killed him already and Rene as so responsible that she would have reported him as soon as she saw him. That meant Taryn had to snag him. There was no way she was letting such a scum bag walk free.
Plus, nine thousand MegaCeds could pay for a lot of genetic enhancements, bullets and station docking fees.
“Hey, come here,” Taryn called to Habbid.
The criminal’s grin grew wider as he approached. He didn’t ask permission from her; he just aimed his hard strut at her lips.
Taryn smiled and closed her mouth around his strut. She tasted someone else’s vussy juices and a whole lot of dried seed. Habbid has had a busy day in the orgy.
The pilot fucked her even faster. She really had to find out hat species he was because he fucked faster than most robots. His thick strut pounded vussy and drove her quickly to her second orgasm.
She moaned her climax onto Habbid’s strut. He grabbed her short purple hair and slammed his strut into her mouth. Her face fucked her like a beast but what do you expect from a mass murderer?
Taryn didn’t mind. She was being fucked at both ends and it felt great. The fact that she was about to score a huge bounty was just bonus.
Habbid reached down and grabbed one of her breasts. His fingers squeezed her tit painfully. The pain just made her vussy even more sensitive.
Taryn came again. Her body shook with pleasure as the pilot and the mass murderer continued to use her.
Habbid started to groan. His face fucking became more urgent. He was about to come.
That was where Taryn drew the line. She didn’t mind sucking on a killer to get a bounty but damn if she was going to let him get off. It was time to end this.
A fang emerged from one of her teeth. It quickly stabbed his thick strut and secreted a poison. The fang retracted back into her mouth before Habbid felt the stab.
“Ow!” Habbid yelled. “What was tha-.”
Habbid fell to the ground. He snored as soon as he hit the ground. It would take a high level toxicology exam to suspect that he was drugged and not simply exhausted.
A Security Drone hovered through the crowd towards Habbid. Taryn knew she didn’t have much time. She clamped down on the pilot’s strut with her enhanced vussy muscles. She trapped his strut in mid-thrust.
She clenched once, twice, three times and he came.
“Great Bang!” the pilot cried out. She felt his seed erupt inside her. Her vussy muscles kept clenching until she milked out every drop.
The Security Drone was here. It levitated Habbid’s sleeping body. Taryn quickly stood up while the pilot fell back in orgasmic weakness.
“Excuse me,” Taryn told the drone. “That’s my friend and I guess he needs some sleep. Can you release him into my custody instead of taking him to the Recovery Lounge?”
The Security Drone scanned her vitals for lying. Unknown to the drone, Taryn had her vitals altered long ago to pass scans just like this one.
“Certainly,” the Security Drone said. It lowered Habbid onto Taryn’s shoulder. “Have a nice day!”
Taryn smiled. “Thanks!”
She started to walk towards the orgy exit with the unconscious Habbid on her shoulder. Seed leaked down her thighs. It occurred to her that not even an orgy was safe from one of the Daughters of Death.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
February 20th 2015 Transmission
Rene Death caressed the bronze woman’s breast. Her fingertips grazed the woman’s nipple and sent a shiver through her body. The woman moaned and her bronze thighs closed around Rene’s tattooed thigh. Rene felt the heat of the woman’s vussy against her trapped thigh.
“Touch me, hold me, squeeze me, lick me,” the woman thought. Rene didn’t hear her thoughts as much as she felt them. Her empathic mind could feel many emotions in others but lust was always the strongest.
Rene’s blue hair changed to purple as she licked the bronze’s woman’s nipple. She felt the woman’s pleasure and it made her own nipples harden. She licked faster and felt the excitement course through the bronze woman.
This was what Rene needed. For too long she had been hunting criminals with her sisters across the sector. Every day she felt the emotions of anger, violence, fear and panic from those they preyed on. The others thrived on it but Rene needed a break. They had come to Pleasure Station Sigma for that break and Rene had come to the orgy to submerge her mind in pleasure and satisfaction.
“Yes, grind, grind, touch, wet vussy, grind,” the bronze woman thought. The woman was a natural telepath herself and her thoughts strong inside Rene. Their thoughts and needs merged into one desire in two bodies.
Rene rolled on top of the bronze woman. Their thighs locked around one another as their lips locked into a kiss. Hard nipples pressed against one another as bronze flesh grinded against tattooed flesh.
Together their hands moved down to the other’s vussy. As their fingers slipped inside wet places, their minds
connected
as
well.
Rene/Nyre groaned into each others’ mouths. They felt how the other’s hands felt inside the other. Their lips gasped as they masturbated with a single mind.
“Someone is watching,” Rene/Nyre thought.
It was true. Nyre’s telepath powers were stronger and they sensed the attention of a red man. He sat a few meters away and was stroking his rather thick strut. He had a cruel grin that made him attractive. They could tell that he had climaxed recently but the sight of their bodies was giving his strut new life.
“Let’s give him a show,” Rene/Nyre thought. They released their grip on each other’s thighs. Together they began kissing their way down each other’s bodies as they slowly turned around. They kissed their way to the other’s vussy and dived in.
Rene/Nyre groaned. Their lips and tongue felt so good. They tasted Rene’s genetically modified vussy juices and giggled at the fruity flavor. They groaned as Nyre’s sensitive clitoris was licked. They writhed together as Rene’s enhanced quadruple jointed fingers fingered deep places within Nyre.
The red man pumped his strut faster as he watched. Through his eyes, Rene/Nyre watched themselves. They saw their squirming bodies as he groaned. They saw their slick vussy juice faces as the man throbbed.
Rene/Nyre felt his name. It was Habbid the Butcher. Recognition flared through them. He was a wanted criminal! No one knew where he was hiding and yet they had found him!
The thrill of discovery gave way to a feeling of pleasure. Rene may have cared about the criminal and what her sisters would do but Nyre only wanted more sex. Together in their mental connection, what they had in common far outweighed their differences. Separately they would have understood the importance of capturing Habbid but together they were two bodies locked in a near orgasm.
Rene/Nyre licked and fingered themselves. They buried their faces in vussies and thighs. Together they humped each others’ faces as they came closer and closer to orgasm.
Rene’s hair changed to a rainbow of colors as she climaxed. She wondered if Habbid had any idea how close he came to being captured by a daughter of Death.
“Touch me, hold me, squeeze me, lick me,” the woman thought. Rene didn’t hear her thoughts as much as she felt them. Her empathic mind could feel many emotions in others but lust was always the strongest.
Rene’s blue hair changed to purple as she licked the bronze’s woman’s nipple. She felt the woman’s pleasure and it made her own nipples harden. She licked faster and felt the excitement course through the bronze woman.
This was what Rene needed. For too long she had been hunting criminals with her sisters across the sector. Every day she felt the emotions of anger, violence, fear and panic from those they preyed on. The others thrived on it but Rene needed a break. They had come to Pleasure Station Sigma for that break and Rene had come to the orgy to submerge her mind in pleasure and satisfaction.
“Yes, grind, grind, touch, wet vussy, grind,” the bronze woman thought. The woman was a natural telepath herself and her thoughts strong inside Rene. Their thoughts and needs merged into one desire in two bodies.
Rene rolled on top of the bronze woman. Their thighs locked around one another as their lips locked into a kiss. Hard nipples pressed against one another as bronze flesh grinded against tattooed flesh.
Together their hands moved down to the other’s vussy. As their fingers slipped inside wet places, their minds
connected
as
well.
Rene/Nyre groaned into each others’ mouths. They felt how the other’s hands felt inside the other. Their lips gasped as they masturbated with a single mind.
“Someone is watching,” Rene/Nyre thought.
It was true. Nyre’s telepath powers were stronger and they sensed the attention of a red man. He sat a few meters away and was stroking his rather thick strut. He had a cruel grin that made him attractive. They could tell that he had climaxed recently but the sight of their bodies was giving his strut new life.
“Let’s give him a show,” Rene/Nyre thought. They released their grip on each other’s thighs. Together they began kissing their way down each other’s bodies as they slowly turned around. They kissed their way to the other’s vussy and dived in.
Rene/Nyre groaned. Their lips and tongue felt so good. They tasted Rene’s genetically modified vussy juices and giggled at the fruity flavor. They groaned as Nyre’s sensitive clitoris was licked. They writhed together as Rene’s enhanced quadruple jointed fingers fingered deep places within Nyre.
The red man pumped his strut faster as he watched. Through his eyes, Rene/Nyre watched themselves. They saw their squirming bodies as he groaned. They saw their slick vussy juice faces as the man throbbed.
Rene/Nyre felt his name. It was Habbid the Butcher. Recognition flared through them. He was a wanted criminal! No one knew where he was hiding and yet they had found him!
The thrill of discovery gave way to a feeling of pleasure. Rene may have cared about the criminal and what her sisters would do but Nyre only wanted more sex. Together in their mental connection, what they had in common far outweighed their differences. Separately they would have understood the importance of capturing Habbid but together they were two bodies locked in a near orgasm.
Rene/Nyre licked and fingered themselves. They buried their faces in vussies and thighs. Together they humped each others’ faces as they came closer and closer to orgasm.
Rene’s hair changed to a rainbow of colors as she climaxed. She wondered if Habbid had any idea how close he came to being captured by a daughter of Death.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
February 19th 2015 Transmission
Sasha Death growled with
disgust. The Vitari male had come inside her and was slowing down. His furry
body felt good between her red thighs but she came to Pleasure Station Sigma to
fuck, not cuddle.
Her hands pushed his three
hundred kilogram body off of her. She was careful to use a tiny fraction of her
strength and he only flew back a meter from her body. Luckily the orgy room was
padded and he landed softly. Somewhat.
The guys waiting to fuck her
looked like they had second thoughts. Two of them suddenly became interested in
other weaker fucks. One male took a step towards her but thought better of it.
All around her, struts went limp as doubt and self-preservation kicked in.
“Come on, assholes,” Sasha
snapped. “Either get inside me or go the fuck home.”
Pleasure Station Sigma had a
reputation for decadence. That was the only reason that Sasha and her sisters
were here. They had been bounty hunting across the sector for too many runs and
they needed a break. This was her chance to fuck hard and get fucked but she
was starting to worry that maybe her powerful body was too much for these soft
hedonists.
There was a grunt and
someone pushed their way through the hesitant men. He was tall and a darker
shade of red than Sasha. His strut was thick and had a few obvious cyber
enhancements. There was a cocky grin on his face that Sasha didn’t like but
fuck it, at least he wasn’t afraid.
Sasha opened her thighs and
reached for his strut. She squeezed slightly and his armor prevented any
damage. That was good to know. If he could take her hand, then he just might
survive her vussy.
She pulled him towards her
sex and he climbed on top of her. His strut slipped inside her and began to
oscillate in a pleasing manner. He put his hand to her throat and squeezed.
Sasha laughed. He was trying
to choke her. That was cute. She clenched down on her vussy and tested the
structural integrity of the man’s strut.
His cocky grin slipped a
fraction. “Tight for a slut,” he said.
“You’re strong,” Sasha said.
“For a man.”
He began to fuck her. His
grip on her throat was tight but his strut was nice and hard. He fucked her
violently, pounding her vussy like he was throwing punches.
It felt good but something
nagged at Sasha. His voice was familiar. She had heard it before and she
associated it with money.
“Take it,” the man growled.
His fingers tightened around her thick neck.
Of course, he was Habbid the
Butcher! He was wanted in three systems for mass murders! There was a nine
thousand MegaCred reward for his ass, dead or alive.
Sasha could kill him right
now. One punch and she would snap his neck. The Security Drones would kick her
out of the orgy and she might be in trouble with Station Security but the
bounty would pay a lot of fines and bribes. It would be one of the easiest jobs
she had ever done.
Habbid fucked her harder.
His strut vibrated and reached deep inside her. The strut spun and radiated new
pleasures through her vussy.
She had nine thousand good
reasons to kill him but his strut was one damn good reason to keep him alive.
“Fuck!” Sasha cried out. She
tightened her thighs around him as he fucked her. What would her sisters think?
Should she go for the money or just let him go in the interest of staying on
vacation?
Habbid’s strut extended
inside her and reached her O-spot. Vibrations ere applied directly to her most
sensitive area.
“FUCK!” Sasha cried as she
came. Her decision was made. This fucker just earned himself a free pass from
the daughter of Death.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
February 18th 2015 Transmission
Ellix looked down at the woman kneeling in front of him. She was bald and pretty with an open mouth. She wiggled her tongue at him as a silent urging for him to climax. One hand pinched her nipples while the other hand was stroking her vussy.
Her name was Cazzie and she was a Soul-slave to Yolly, the woman stroking Ellix’s strut. Yolly stood behind Ellix, her firm breasts pressing against his magnet bound arms. He felt her hot breath on his back while one of her legs rubbed against his thigh.
Ellix shuddered as Yolly’s pumping hand increased in speed. He had come down to the orgy to offer himself to whomever wished to use him. It wasn’t long before Yolly and Cazzie found him and they incorporated him into their fuck games.
A warm contentment spread through Ellix’s body. He was a member of the Invisible Collar and sexual service was his greatest desire. It didn’t bother him that he was being used like a toy. If anything, it made him harder and gave him a sense of accomplishment. To be reduced to nothing more than a sex aid was immensely fulfilling.
“I can feel him about to come,” Yolly said behind him. She pinched his ass and a tremor ran through him. “He’s going to burst and come all over your face, my dirty whore.”
Cazzie whimpered but her mouth remained open.
“And after he comes all over your face, you’re going to let it stay.” Yolly continued. “You’re going to wear his seed for the rest of the night so everyone can see what a slut you are.”
Cazzie bit her lip as she stroked faster. Ellix groaned as he imagined her imminent humiliation.
“Once I drain him, I’m going to let him eat me,” Yolly said. “I am going to ride his face until he makes me come. I’m going to let him lick me to orgasm while you watch. If you are lucky, I might let you masturbate but I am certainly not letting you come.”
“No,” Cazzie whimpered. She twisted her nipple painfully hard.
Ellix could take no more. He climaxed and released his load. Yolly kept pumping his strut as stream after stream of seed landed on Cazzie’s face. Some landed in her open mouth and some splattered her breasts but most of it landed on her grinning eager face.
Her name was Cazzie and she was a Soul-slave to Yolly, the woman stroking Ellix’s strut. Yolly stood behind Ellix, her firm breasts pressing against his magnet bound arms. He felt her hot breath on his back while one of her legs rubbed against his thigh.
Ellix shuddered as Yolly’s pumping hand increased in speed. He had come down to the orgy to offer himself to whomever wished to use him. It wasn’t long before Yolly and Cazzie found him and they incorporated him into their fuck games.
A warm contentment spread through Ellix’s body. He was a member of the Invisible Collar and sexual service was his greatest desire. It didn’t bother him that he was being used like a toy. If anything, it made him harder and gave him a sense of accomplishment. To be reduced to nothing more than a sex aid was immensely fulfilling.
“I can feel him about to come,” Yolly said behind him. She pinched his ass and a tremor ran through him. “He’s going to burst and come all over your face, my dirty whore.”
Cazzie whimpered but her mouth remained open.
“And after he comes all over your face, you’re going to let it stay.” Yolly continued. “You’re going to wear his seed for the rest of the night so everyone can see what a slut you are.”
Cazzie bit her lip as she stroked faster. Ellix groaned as he imagined her imminent humiliation.
“Once I drain him, I’m going to let him eat me,” Yolly said. “I am going to ride his face until he makes me come. I’m going to let him lick me to orgasm while you watch. If you are lucky, I might let you masturbate but I am certainly not letting you come.”
“No,” Cazzie whimpered. She twisted her nipple painfully hard.
Ellix could take no more. He climaxed and released his load. Yolly kept pumping his strut as stream after stream of seed landed on Cazzie’s face. Some landed in her open mouth and some splattered her breasts but most of it landed on her grinning eager face.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
February 17th 2015 Transmission
Jeta laid on her back as the pliant Feq entered her. Devorretty large. He climbed on top of her plump body and sank centimeter after centimeter into her.
“Fuck!” Jeta groaned. She looked to her side to see her husband, Sidh, using both hands to fist Devor’s wife, Cery. His large hands disappeared inside the stretchable vussy of the yellow Feq.
This was the best wedding anniversary yet. It was better than that time they rented a sexbot. It was even better than that time they visited Euphoria. Going to an orgy as the romantic thing they have ever done.
Devor put more of his weight on her. Her recently spanked ass flared as it was crushed against the soft floor of the orgy. She relished the pain and wrapped her legs around the Feq.
He placed a hand on her breast. Small suckers formed on his fingers and secured themselves to her breast. It was like a dozen mouths were sucking on her large breast.
“You feel amazing,” Devor groaned. His strut throbbed and twisted inside her sex.
Jeta cried out. She couldn’t form a more coherent response. Devor’s strut moved inside her with the solid thrusts of a good fuck but what was fucking her kept changing. For a few thrusts it was thick and solid and then for a few thrusts it would be slender and curving. Sometimes it was slick like a plastic toy and sometimes it felt ridged and lined with studs. She felt like she was being fucked with a dozen sex toys at the same time and all of them were wonderful.
She had a few tricks of her own. Cybernetics in her vussy activated and tightened around Devor’s strut. She watched his eyes grow wide as her grip tightened to virginal levels.
“Fuck, yes, fuck,” he groaned. Devor fucked her faster. Her free breast wobbled and shook from the force of his thrusts.
Jeta turned her head and looked at her husband. He was up to his elbow inside Cery’s vussy. Her mouth was on his strut and Cery widened her lips to include his balls inside her mouth. Jeta wondered which of them would come first.
Devor leaned down near Jeta’s face. He gently kissed her ear as his tongue flicked her ear lobe. In contrast to this tender moment, his pelvis rammed her vussy like a sex gladiator.
Jeta felt her orgasm approaching. She was going to come while this malleable alien fucked her with a variety of phallic shapes. She was going to climax while her husband had his strut and balls sucked on by a willing mouth. She was going to reach orgasm while her husband made an alien come on his fist.
“Singularity!” Jeta screamed. She wrapped her thighs and arms around the rutting alien on top of her. Pleasure shot through her body and made everything clench from head to toe.
“Fuck!” Jeta groaned. She looked to her side to see her husband, Sidh, using both hands to fist Devor’s wife, Cery. His large hands disappeared inside the stretchable vussy of the yellow Feq.
This was the best wedding anniversary yet. It was better than that time they rented a sexbot. It was even better than that time they visited Euphoria. Going to an orgy as the romantic thing they have ever done.
Devor put more of his weight on her. Her recently spanked ass flared as it was crushed against the soft floor of the orgy. She relished the pain and wrapped her legs around the Feq.
He placed a hand on her breast. Small suckers formed on his fingers and secured themselves to her breast. It was like a dozen mouths were sucking on her large breast.
“You feel amazing,” Devor groaned. His strut throbbed and twisted inside her sex.
Jeta cried out. She couldn’t form a more coherent response. Devor’s strut moved inside her with the solid thrusts of a good fuck but what was fucking her kept changing. For a few thrusts it was thick and solid and then for a few thrusts it would be slender and curving. Sometimes it was slick like a plastic toy and sometimes it felt ridged and lined with studs. She felt like she was being fucked with a dozen sex toys at the same time and all of them were wonderful.
She had a few tricks of her own. Cybernetics in her vussy activated and tightened around Devor’s strut. She watched his eyes grow wide as her grip tightened to virginal levels.
“Fuck, yes, fuck,” he groaned. Devor fucked her faster. Her free breast wobbled and shook from the force of his thrusts.
Jeta turned her head and looked at her husband. He was up to his elbow inside Cery’s vussy. Her mouth was on his strut and Cery widened her lips to include his balls inside her mouth. Jeta wondered which of them would come first.
Devor leaned down near Jeta’s face. He gently kissed her ear as his tongue flicked her ear lobe. In contrast to this tender moment, his pelvis rammed her vussy like a sex gladiator.
Jeta felt her orgasm approaching. She was going to come while this malleable alien fucked her with a variety of phallic shapes. She was going to climax while her husband had his strut and balls sucked on by a willing mouth. She was going to reach orgasm while her husband made an alien come on his fist.
“Singularity!” Jeta screamed. She wrapped her thighs and arms around the rutting alien on top of her. Pleasure shot through her body and made everything clench from head to toe.
Monday, February 16, 2015
February 16th 2015 Transmission
Devor watched the human come inside his wife. Seed dripped out of her tight vussy and Cery’s tongue licked it all up. She turned her stretched head towards Devor and opened her mouth. He saw the human’s seed on her tongue.
He groaned and his lap lifted towards the human woman sucking on his strut. She was the spouse of the man fucking Devor’s wife and she took all of Devor’s engorged member. His strut was wrapped around one of her massive dark tits and she thoughtfully stroked it as she sucked.
It was a shame these humans were just visiting Pleasure Station Sigma. They were excellent lovers. Devor wondered if the humans were staying until Solarday. He should invite them to the Copulation Party they were attending. The dark couple would be the only non-Feq but he bet they would have fun.
Jeta rose to her hands and knees. Her round dark ass wiggled back and forth as she kept sucking. Devor stretched his arm until his hand could reach her ass. He expanded his fingers and palm so he could cup every millimeter of her plentiful buttock.
“Spank her,” Sidh said. The human’s head was almost completely buried in Cery’s mountainous yellow tits but he was still watching his wife. “Spank her as hard as you can.”
Jeta moaned with Devor’s strut still in his mouth. She wrapped Devor’s meter long strut around her other tit in a figure eight. She looked up at him with imploring eyes.
He didn’t ask if it was okay; he saw it in her round brown eyes. His hand detached from her buttock and stiffened until it as a flat plane. He formed several extra joints in his arm and steadied himself.
WHAP! His flat hand swung through the air and made a satisfying smack into her round ass.
“Mmm!” Jeta moaned onto his strut. She squeezed his strut tighter around her breasts.
WHAP! WHAP! Devor slapped her ass twice more. He enjoyed the way that the flesh on her bottom and hips shook with each strike. It was almost Feq in its beauty.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Devor kept spanking her ass. Several participants in the orgy watched her brown ass jiggle and squirm. Jeta blushed under the attention and she closed her eyes and kept sucking.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Devor swung his hand down onto her ass. He experimented with the shape of his hand. Sometimes he padded his hand to make it more of a ‘thud’ against her bottom. Sometimes he narrowed his hand to feel more like a thin switch. No matter what shape he used, Jeta kept sucking harder and harder with each strike.
A tremor of pleasure ran through Devor. The suction of her mouth was powerful and her lips were tight around the tip of his strut. He found it hard to maintain his shape but the struggle was half the fun.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Jeta suddenly said. A line of spit connected her lips to his shiny strut.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I want you inside me.”
Devor’s shape trembled as he fought to keep control.
He groaned and his lap lifted towards the human woman sucking on his strut. She was the spouse of the man fucking Devor’s wife and she took all of Devor’s engorged member. His strut was wrapped around one of her massive dark tits and she thoughtfully stroked it as she sucked.
It was a shame these humans were just visiting Pleasure Station Sigma. They were excellent lovers. Devor wondered if the humans were staying until Solarday. He should invite them to the Copulation Party they were attending. The dark couple would be the only non-Feq but he bet they would have fun.
Jeta rose to her hands and knees. Her round dark ass wiggled back and forth as she kept sucking. Devor stretched his arm until his hand could reach her ass. He expanded his fingers and palm so he could cup every millimeter of her plentiful buttock.
“Spank her,” Sidh said. The human’s head was almost completely buried in Cery’s mountainous yellow tits but he was still watching his wife. “Spank her as hard as you can.”
Jeta moaned with Devor’s strut still in his mouth. She wrapped Devor’s meter long strut around her other tit in a figure eight. She looked up at him with imploring eyes.
He didn’t ask if it was okay; he saw it in her round brown eyes. His hand detached from her buttock and stiffened until it as a flat plane. He formed several extra joints in his arm and steadied himself.
WHAP! His flat hand swung through the air and made a satisfying smack into her round ass.
“Mmm!” Jeta moaned onto his strut. She squeezed his strut tighter around her breasts.
WHAP! WHAP! Devor slapped her ass twice more. He enjoyed the way that the flesh on her bottom and hips shook with each strike. It was almost Feq in its beauty.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Devor kept spanking her ass. Several participants in the orgy watched her brown ass jiggle and squirm. Jeta blushed under the attention and she closed her eyes and kept sucking.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Devor swung his hand down onto her ass. He experimented with the shape of his hand. Sometimes he padded his hand to make it more of a ‘thud’ against her bottom. Sometimes he narrowed his hand to feel more like a thin switch. No matter what shape he used, Jeta kept sucking harder and harder with each strike.
A tremor of pleasure ran through Devor. The suction of her mouth was powerful and her lips were tight around the tip of his strut. He found it hard to maintain his shape but the struggle was half the fun.
“Stop, stop, stop!” Jeta suddenly said. A line of spit connected her lips to his shiny strut.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I want you inside me.”
Devor’s shape trembled as he fought to keep control.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
February 15th 2015 Transmission
Cery moaned as the dark human’s strut filled her. She tightened around him, constricting her vussy until it was stretched around his strut. The throbbing of his strut drove her crazy but not as crazy as the human’s sharp teeth on her breast.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Something clicked and his strut buzzed to life. He had cybernetic implants in his sex organ! Vibrations pulsed through Cery’s vussy.
Cery laughed. It felt so good. Sidh kept biting her tits and her breasts kept growing larger. As the vibrations pulsed through her, Cery’s vussy shrank even tighter around his strut.
Sidh grabbed her ass. He pulled her hips up so he could thrust up into her vussy. The angle and rhythm was perfect.
“Just like that,” her husband said. Cery turned to look at Devor. Sidh’s wife was sucking the tip of Devor’s strut. It had lengthened like a snake but the dark woman had wrapped it around one of her large plump breasts. It throbbed around her breast, constricting it tightly as she sucked.
Cery shared a smile with her husband. Humans were so fun to fuck. Their bodies were limited but they made up for it with their ingenuity.
Sidh bit down harshly on her tit. Her breasts kept growing until they were bigger than the dark human’s head. He didn’t seem to mind. He just kept biting.
Cery came. Her vussy shook harder than the cybernetic strut that was vibration inside her. Ripples ran down her skin as she struggled to hold her shape through the orgasm.
The human kept fucking her. His hips increased to speeds that had to be cybernetically aided. He pounded her tight slick vussy with relentless passion.
Cery had an urge to wrap her body around the human. She wanted to encase every inch of his body but she resisted. It tended to freak humans out.
There was something else she could do. While her breasts grew and nearly smothered the human, she stretched her neck. Cery stretched and turned until her head was down her back. She saw the strut that was pounding her vussy and the thick bouncing sack of his scrotum.
Cery watched and timed her next move. She lunged forward with her mouth impossibly wide and caught his balls in her mouth. Her tongue went to work and she sucked hard as the human continued to fuck her.
The human groaned. She felt the vibrations of his groan through her huge breasts. She felt his pleasure in the way his fucking missed a beat and then resumed.
Cery kept licking the human’s balls as he fucked her. She couldn’t wait to taste her vussy after he came in it.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Something clicked and his strut buzzed to life. He had cybernetic implants in his sex organ! Vibrations pulsed through Cery’s vussy.
Cery laughed. It felt so good. Sidh kept biting her tits and her breasts kept growing larger. As the vibrations pulsed through her, Cery’s vussy shrank even tighter around his strut.
Sidh grabbed her ass. He pulled her hips up so he could thrust up into her vussy. The angle and rhythm was perfect.
“Just like that,” her husband said. Cery turned to look at Devor. Sidh’s wife was sucking the tip of Devor’s strut. It had lengthened like a snake but the dark woman had wrapped it around one of her large plump breasts. It throbbed around her breast, constricting it tightly as she sucked.
Cery shared a smile with her husband. Humans were so fun to fuck. Their bodies were limited but they made up for it with their ingenuity.
Sidh bit down harshly on her tit. Her breasts kept growing until they were bigger than the dark human’s head. He didn’t seem to mind. He just kept biting.
Cery came. Her vussy shook harder than the cybernetic strut that was vibration inside her. Ripples ran down her skin as she struggled to hold her shape through the orgasm.
The human kept fucking her. His hips increased to speeds that had to be cybernetically aided. He pounded her tight slick vussy with relentless passion.
Cery had an urge to wrap her body around the human. She wanted to encase every inch of his body but she resisted. It tended to freak humans out.
There was something else she could do. While her breasts grew and nearly smothered the human, she stretched her neck. Cery stretched and turned until her head was down her back. She saw the strut that was pounding her vussy and the thick bouncing sack of his scrotum.
Cery watched and timed her next move. She lunged forward with her mouth impossibly wide and caught his balls in her mouth. Her tongue went to work and she sucked hard as the human continued to fuck her.
The human groaned. She felt the vibrations of his groan through her huge breasts. She felt his pleasure in the way his fucking missed a beat and then resumed.
Cery kept licking the human’s balls as he fucked her. She couldn’t wait to taste her vussy after he came in it.
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