Aporno 13 – NASA vs the Space Vixen
Inspired by the classic Russ Meyer movies of the 70s.
In 1970, a series of events occurred in the JSC that have remained strictly classified by NASA in the interests of national security until now. First contact was made between humans and an extra-terrestrial lifeform...
Day 1.
It was a hot and sticky day in Texas. The kind of heat that makes your underwear ride up your – hey you get the idea. It was REAL hot. The sky was cloudless and azure blue. At the parking lot of the JSC, a long pair of bronzed, shapely legs sauntered across the boiling asphalt...
"This is it. Earth's last chance," a sultry female voice whispered. "If NASA can't provide something to satisfy my boundless desires, this planet is toast."
Trixie Bonehard seemed like your typical big-breasted all-American girl. The type that belonged in a Russ Meyer movie. That was ironic as Trixie wasn't a human being at all, but one of a race of female-only hypersexual humanoid aliens known as Space Vixens. They were said to originate somewhere in the Vulpecula constellation. The Vixens were a ruthless race, sent out into the galaxy by their supreme ruler, in the hope that they could find someone or something that would give them the perfect orgasm. Many planets were invaded, many were destroyed because nothing existed on them to provide the Vixens with the pleasure they desperately needed to survive and to restore peace to the universe.
So it came to be that the Vixen named as Trixie was sent to a small and insignificant-looking planet called Earth, the only one known to support life in this particular solar system. Finally, she'd discovered a planet with lifeforms on it, hopefully male, horny and well-endowed. Trixie had heard rumours about Earth – this planet had lifeforms that were said to be extremely powerful and resourceful. Most interesting of all they built strange phallic-shaped objects called rockets and missiles that were blasted up into the atmosphere. Imagine the possibilities! These things were apparently controlled by an organization called NASA. Trixie wondered if that stood for National Association of Sexual Activity. Whatever it meant, it was the place she just had to investigate further!
Trixie licked her lips as she entered the JSC.
"Excuse me miss," a stern voice greeted her. "I can't let you in here until I've checked your identity pass.
"Oh, well darn, I seem to have forgotten it!" Trixie gasped, flicking her long red hair. The security guy looked unimpressed, as if to say "typical dumb broad." "Could you wait here while I go and speak to my superior?"
"Sure," Trixie replied with a wink. Something in the corridor had caught her eye. In one corner, a piece of canvas partially covered a shelf. She peeked behind it and saw dozens of polished plastic scale models of rockets of various sizes - Atlas, Titan, Saturn V. Trixie picked one up, her hand comfortably reaching around its circumference. The plastic felt soft as she lightly ran her hand over it. Suddenly, she realized that it was exactly the same size and shape as a human male's penis.
She brought the tip to her mouth and ran her lips over it as she felt herself become aroused. She would have to get one of these as a souvenir. Of course she wanted a lot more than just a plastic model. The security guy was heading back so she pretended to stumble and grabbed the canvas as she fell with a clatter. The man ran over to where Trixie lay sprawled on the ground surrounded by the plastic rocket models she had knocked down. Her legs had flopped apart allowing her short skirt to ride up even higher showing her smooth, firm thighs to which the man's eyes were now glued.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Gee, I'm so sorry. Sometimes I'm so clumsy. I hope I didn't break anything," Trixie answered as she looked around herself.
As she moved about, she allowed her skirt to ride even higher. Trixie noted by the growing boner tenting up his trousers that the security guy had also noticed.
"Let me help you up," he offered as he held out his hand.
Trixie grabbed his hand and as he pulled her up, she pretended to slip and fell back, pulling this poor defenceless man on top of her, almost smothering him with her eye-popping cleavage. She could feel his hardness pressing the inside of her thigh as he struggled to push himself up.
"I'm so sorry miss," he apologized as he looked down at this flame-haired Vixen.
Before he could go on, Trixie took the initiative and leaned up and kissed him. His eyes opened at first in shock, then closed as she deepened the kiss. Trixie felt him respond as he became more assertive and began exploring her mouth with his tongue. He ran one hand down to her right breast and began to squeeze it, sending a chill up and down her spine. He unbuttoned her top and slid his hand underneath. Trixie never wore a bra, enjoying too much the feel of her huge unencumbered breasts. She groaned with pleasure as the man pinched her nipple, making it erect. Soon he moved down to her thigh and pulled her skirt up further so he could stroke her soft skin. Trixie felt him squeeze her ass as he pulled her toward his hard member. She broke the kiss.
"You seem to have a missile in your pants," Trixie said as she reached down and squeezed his erection. She pushed the man onto his back and looked at the large bulge. "Let's see this weapon you've been concealing down here!"
She pulled his pants and boxers down together letting his erection spring free. She picked up one of the plastic rockets and held it up next to his penis. They were almost identical in size, shape, and in every aspect.
"Hmm, not bad," she thought. "We've certainly got lift-off, that's for sure!"
Trixie sucked on the head, tasting him as she ran her tongue over it, while pumping the shaft with her hand. She took more and more of his hardness into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She relaxed and pushed on until she had his whole tool in her mouth. He groaned as he grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. As much as she enjoyed having him in her mouth, Trixie thought she would get more pleasure if he were using his energy thrusting somewhere else. So she disengaged her mouth and lay back, her skirt bunched up to her hips, and her top open exposing her enormous gravity-defying breasts.
The man needed no further encouragement. He pulled her lacy panties off which were already soaked with her juices. Trixie spread her legs as he kneeled between them and pulled him to her. She felt his erection slide around as he thrust at her, she was so wet, until she guided it toward her opening. He pressed forward and she savoured the feeling of fullness as he thrust and penetrated her to the hilt. She felt him withdraw and plunge forward again and again, setting up a rhythm that caused waves of pleasure to build within her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around him, and pulled him, trying to get him to go as deep as he could. He braced his upper body with one arm and with his free hand, massaged her breast, pinching the nipples as he continued to pump into her. Trixie felt the electrical shocks from her nipples enhancing the pleasure in her pelvis and she could feel it building to a crescendo. But too quickly, the guy started to moan as his tempo became more urgent and she could feel his "rocket" pulse as he released his payload inside of her.
Having been now been given full permission to enter the JSC, Trixie happily strolled on down the corridor. As the semen continued to ooze out of her she still felt unsatisfied because even though the experience with the security guy had been highly pleasurable, it just hadn't quite hit the spot as he'd failed to make her climax, despite his best efforts. But it was early days yet and there were a heck of a lot of other NASA earthlings to experiment on...there was still a chance that Earth wouldn't have to be destroyed.
"I'd give that an 8 out of 10," Trixie smiled, heading through a swing door in search of more victims.
"Hey Larry," the security guy groaned as one of his colleagues arrived to take over. "You ever had a random woman drag you to the ground and screw your goddamn brains out?"
"Uh, no. But I live in hope. You okay? You look completely exhausted."
"Damn that woman was out of this world!"
"Sure she was," Larry replied, convinced his friend was lying as usual.
Just inside the door was a desk behind which sat a pig-faced woman wearing glasses. She muttered softly to herself as Trixie asked for directions to the Mission Control room.
