“Dear god...” She panted, smiling. “That was amazing!”
“Uh-uh, Meagan,” Nico wagged his finger. “You've had yours... now it's MY turn! Now bend this hot, fat ass over!”
The BBW woman obeyed at once, hopping free of the barrel and spinning around to present her sizable rump. The massive hindquarters of a buxomy gal... Those thick, meaty thighs called to Nico! They were his favorite things... So feminine and appealing. He'd never felt his cock harder than in this moment as he gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks apart and rammed his cock into the well-slickened slit!
***
Meagan gushed at the feeling... once more having her every fantasy come true. The way her head tipped back as Nico grabbed her hair and jammed his dick in, clapping against her ass with each thrust. Big, loud noises. Just the kind he was dying to hear. The way her butt rippled out in great waves of heavenly flesh! Perfection personified! He could only be sated by these rare beauties of the world! These full-figured goddesses walking among the living!
And here Nico took hold of her massive hips, one hand per side. He then let loose a barrage of thrusts, more forceful than ever. It was clear he was close to exploding! The way his cock tensed up at the tip, letting him know cum was a mere few seconds away from gushing out. His entire shaft seemed to clench up all at once from the inside out. He pulled the girl in one more time for a mighty humping motion, and it was here at the end of this, that the massive load of hot, white goo erupted from his cock!
“Grrrr!” He growled, holding onto the fatties hips.
She, too, could feel the load of seed shooting into her wet cunt. The searing heat of it all! Big, healthy spurts of cum!
“I can feel it! I can feel it,” she moaned, closing her eyes in yet another orgasm, clenching round his sizable cock.
Her spasming lips coaxed out the last drops of cum from Nico's cock – leaving her vagina overflowing with the sticky substance. The overflowing liquid dripped down her slit, falling to the floor as Nico continued slowly penetrating the woman to massage out whatever he might have left. But she had milked him dry, and like that, it was done.
He had given the large girl the greatest gift of all – his seed – and in the process, taken her virginity, and satisfied her every dream... in the most pleasurable way she could imagine.
Meagan was burning with excitement at harboring his seed, knowing that her belly would begin to grow even more in a few months time. She was utterly fulfilled.
“I thought you said you didn't want me sticky,” she laughed.
“Well, this is one kind I can think we can tolerate...” Nico smirked. “Now, how about you on top...”
Story Ten
Skin on skin, a feather touch and every fiber of her being came alive. Her sighs echoed around the chamber each time she felt the searching tips of his fingers dance over her flushed skin. He explored further, reaching down, caressing gently - feeling instead of groping, as if he knew exactly how she preferred to be touched. She moaned louder, spreading herself out wide for him. He didn’t disappoint, entering her gracefully, letting her feel every inch of his satisfying fullness. She arched her back, pushing her pert breasts up - the taut nipples longing for his exhilarating touch. He set the perfect rhythm, like a dancer in motion, undulating, sending waves of delicate pleasure cascading through her heightened senses.
“Oh yes... oh, yes… harder… harder.” The strawberry blonde beauty moaned, her hands roaming all over her own curvy young body. “Fuck me harder.”
She closed her eyes as the sensation of his thickness filled her mind. Her toned belly quivered and clenched, making her pelvis contract and took her to the verge of release. The pulsating throb of his organ drove her wild and she craved for his explosive release within her. Her body shook with ecstasy as a million shards of gratification rippled through her.
“Captain Killian?” A bland, emotionless voice penetrated her senses.
“Huh… what?” Amelia Killian opened her blue eyes wide, instinctively reaching for the ear-piece communicator. “Oh, it’s you, Jared. What do you want…? I’m busy.”
“Incoming message from the Command Cruiser, Captain.” The holographic projection of the AI computer program operating the ship announced with a hint of apology.
“What do they want now?” She grumbled as she hastily stepped out of the simulator, peering at the flushed naked body on the reflector before her. “Just when I was about to cuh…um…”
“Shall I reject the beacon, Captain?” Jared inquired sedately.
“It’s too late for that, Jared. They have us locked on their trackers.” Killian sighed, realigning her uniform back onto her sexy body. “Put them on the main projector up front.”
“Affirmative, Captain.” Jared droned. “Admiral Drake of Star Command.”
“Hullo, Admiral… nice of you to call.” She stepped into the small cockpit and turned her attention to the image materializing on the holo-monitor in the center of her station.
“Captain Killian?” The holographic projection of a large bald man in uniform stared at her wide eyed. “Wasn’t Gordon piloting the Recon-Nine?”
“He’s in quarantine, Admiral. I’m temp flying this baby now.” Killian stood before the projection with her hands firmly on her curvy hips. “What can I do for you?”
“I guess you’ll have to do?” The old man sighed. “Our macro sweeps of the Sector Forty Three have picked up strange readings, some sort of dormant extra-terrestrial tech. I want you to go in, do a full scale investigation and report back in a week.”
“That’s the ninth moon of Neptune.” She acknowledged. “And out here we are all extra-terrestrial.”
“So we are.” Drake made a grimace and signed off. “You have a week.”
“Is that a week on Earth or on Jupiter?” She grumbled, collecting the incoming coordinates to set the course. “Makes a lot of difference.”
“A Jupiter week is equivalent to seventy hours on Earth.” Jared informed her.
“Yes, very good, Jared,” She acknowledged her only companion on the scout ship with a laugh. “But I’m pretty sure the Admiral meant an Earth week.”
“Shall I set the coordinates and engage for the destination?” The AI dutifully inquired.
“Might as well, Jared, my date in the simulator will have to wait a week, I’m guessing.” Amelia Killian exhaled deeply and let the computer set the course.
She was a veteran in the field by now. Seven years of operating scout ships all over the Solar System, every day, was good enough fly time to make one a veteran. She didn’t really like her job, but she had to do it anyway. A loner by nature, she preferred the one-seater scout craft over the larger naval cruisers. Twenty-nine, single and free, she had never really wanted the company of other humans, least of all men, now that the artificial simulators took care of her carnal needs.
“Yeah, who needs a smelly, sweaty experience when you can get as much fun or more from a flick of a switch?” She had often chuckled.
Tall, blonde and blue eyed, Amelia Killian was in perfect shape. Since her early years in the Space Academy, she was active, energetic and a fitness nut. Her body defied her age. She could pass off for a nineteen year old, thus making most people question her capabilities in situations that would require a more seasoned mind. She couldn’t care less for such misgivings about her, proving them all wrong almost every time.
Getting her hands on the fastest scout ship, the Recon-Nine, was a stroke of absolute luck. She had crashed her old ship, the Glade Runner, a week ago, trying to get away from a magnetic storm around Jupiter’s North Pole. She found herself on the orbiting space station and in quarantine, discharged after a day and the Recon-Nine waiting for her to take over, from the hapless Alexander Gordon, the star of the Space Patrol and her one time mentor. He had a stroke on patrol, the amiable old guy, and was quarantined for a month. He personally wanted her to take charge of his ship.
“Dropping out of hyperspace in ten seconds.” Jared
droned, bringing her out of her thoughts.
“Maintain orbit of the targeted surface and run every scan in the program.” Killian ordered, inspecting her nails. “And initiate a log.”
“Already imitated.” Jared informed, almost gleefully. “Killian, Amelia, J – Year 2115, Day Seven of Month Three, 19.00 Hrs, Earth Time.”
“Good boy.” She smiled, keying in her codes for access and execution. “And I want a constant feed of it all into my neuron-receptors.”
“As always, Captain Killian.” The AI acknowledged.
“Let’s hope its some old relic from the early days of space exploration and we can go back to doing better things.” The pretty blonde sighed, thinking of her interrupted time in the simulator.
“Anomalies detected, Captain.” Jared shredded her hopes. “Design, symmetry and logarithmic patterns incompatible… and of alien origin.”
“Damn, there goes the week.” She punched the side of the console panel. “And I had my simulator primed for...”
“Status of scans complete.” Jared announced dutifully. “Alien craft and components confirmed at a hundred percent.”
“We need a real close look.” Killian nodded grimly, reading the reports on the monitors. “Initiate landing and get my exo-suit primed for hostile environment, classification E-91.”
“Affirmative, Captain. Landing in three… two… one… contact.” The computer program confirmed. “Exo-suit primed, shields at hundred percent and weapons set on vaporize.”
“All right.” She took a deep breath as the exo-suit aligned perfectly over her uniform. “Just one more thing before I go outside, Jared.”
“AC/DC’s ‘Smash and Grab’.” The program intoned flatly. “Though it might hinder your focus.”
“Digitized Rock music, even a hundred and four years old, keeps me in focus more than even you, J.” Killian snorted. “Hit it, baby. Let’s smash, grab and take it.”
“File initiated. Maintaining umbilical link at all times.” Jared sounded inside her head gear as the music erupted in full volume. “Good Luck, Captain.”
“What’s luck got to do with any of this?” She thought, but silently stepped out of the sleek, one-seater craft.
The Sun was a pale dot in the Neptunian skyline as the shapely young Space Patrol scout sashayed out on the barren surface of the Neptunian moon, grooving to her favorite song. The massive blue hued planet hovered menacingly over the moon, making her feel quite uncomfortable, even though she had been through it more times than she could remember. She focused on her music and the Alien craft, or what was left of it, as it lay buried under the bedrock, and seemed almost as if it was a part of the landscape. The metal chassis, if it was even metal, looked old and weathered, as if it was there for thousands of years.
“And maybe it was… maybe it crashed here millennia ago.” She breathed into the recorder. “Back when we were just learning to forge iron and steel back on mother Earth.”
The light from her exo-suit revealed strange markings on the surface - unique symbols of some kind. She made detailed recordings of the findings, sending them back to the ship’s databanks for analysis and archiving.
“It all looks quite dead and useless, but it could prove that there is or was life in the universe other than our own.” Killian made a note and unhooked her laser powered salvage cutter to carve out a sample for the labs back on the Command Cruiser.
The ageing alien metal surface was tougher than the steel used by the Fleet, she discovered, as her laser cutter struggled to penetrate the dense material. She reflected on the futility of it all. What possible difference would it make if they found out a little more about this immense universe?
“Well, it’s not my place to question why, as long as I get paid…” She shrugged, increasing the intensity of the cutter’s heat. “And I won’t if this damn thing remains impenetrable.”
With a sudden jolt, the embedded metal craft came to life, humming loudly. The body shook and wobbled, the surface seemed to transmute from solid to liquid and Killian found herself sinking into it. Horror stricken she called out to Jared, but all she could hear was static as the dim light of the distant sun began to fade away fast.
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“Where the hell am I?” Killian opened her eyes with a start. “Jared? Jared, can you hear me?”
The silence chilled her to the bone as she sat up, looking around her dim surroundings. She was inside the alien ship and couldn’t recognize anything. It seemed like a large, cavernous place, as if it was a cave instead of a ship’s interior. Rising to her feet, she adjusted her exo-suit and gingerly walked forward. Not a sound could she hear, not even her own footfalls. The hollow chamber she found herself in gave way to a wide corridor, dimly lit.
“I hope that’s a way out of this wonderland.” She whispered to herself. “There’s some kind of static interference blocking my connection to the Recon-Nine.”
The corridor led to another chamber, smaller than the one she woke up in, and had three coffin-like capsules standing along the side. Her eyes went wide at the prospect of actually witnessing alien life forms, even if they could be just corpses.
“Damn! And I can’t send this data back to the ship.” She groaned, running her hands over the smooth curved surface of the capsule containers. “What is in these things… and how can I open them?”
She didn’t have to wait long, a strange humming sound filled the room and she lost her footing as the ship began to vibrate. She looked up in horror as the sliding lids of the three pods began to move. Stepping back, Killian pressed herself against the far wall, drawing her blasters and activating her shield to maximum. She waited for a while with bated breath, but nothing happened.
“Maybe they are still asleep, or even dead.” She mumbled to herself, gathering enough courage to venture closer. “I’ll just peep into one of them and then get the fuck out of here.”
The blonde young woman gingerly grasped the side of the first capsule and peered over the edge. A sudden jolt, like an electric shock, brought her to her knees. She gasped as a piercing pain exploded inside her head. She fell to the floor, moaning and panting. A strange myriad of images flashed inside her head. Images she couldn’t recognize, like something from a dream or nightmare.
“What the hell is happening?” She managed to shriek and looked up at the capsules.
From the one in the middle, a shimmering light began to flicker and before her awestruck eyes, a human-like form stepped out of the flowing luminescence. It was male, at least in human terms. Tall and well built, it had broad shoulders, a wide chest, a narrow waist and thick muscular arms and legs. She looked up at the face and it was that of a man, a very handsome one too. She could have been looking at some godlike being of legend, it seemed to her. His eyes, black and shining, regarded her with interest, sending chills down her spine in wonder of his intent.
“Wh-who are you?” She demanded, a bit shakily.
He cocked his head sideways and looked at her even more closely. A strange burst of light went off inside her head and she dropped to her knees, gasping. The creature walked up to her and squatted down before her. She looked up in fear and her eyes went wide.
He looked even more handsome up close. His entire body was covered in a skin-tight shimmering blue scale-like armor, delineating every muscular ridge. The dark hair on his head was slick and stylized, his handsome features seemed chiseled and his thin lips appeared to curl up in a smile. The light in his dark eyes captivated her the most. She held up her blaster, her hand shaking.
“Who are you?” She asked again. “If you wish me harm… I’ll blast you to hell.”
“I am whatever you wish me to be.” His voice was deep and soothing, but his lips didn’t move.
“You’re an alien.” She said breathlessly, lowering her gun.
“As much alien as you are to me.” He replied without moving a facial muscle.
“How are you speaking without…?” She looked around frantically, expecting
more of his kind.
“Telepathy is the word in your tongue.” His response seemed to form in her mind. “And rest your fears; I am the only presence here, other than yours.”
“But who are you and why are you here…on this dead moon.” She looked into his haunting eyes. “What happened?”
“I am Lonquardexus Inseminex 21, and I come from a distant world, a dying world.” He sounded sad.
“Lonkardense Seminal 21?” She repeated. “And why are you here?”
“Call me Lon.” He smiled briefly. “My mission is to find new worlds, habitable for our kind and propagate our species.”
“And how do you do that… Lon?” She eyed him with sudden fear.
“I am an inseminator… that is my sole function.” He pulsed impassively.
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