Galaxy Sluts

Galaxy stopover.

Inspired by two of my larger than life girlfriends who once drunkenly declared that they were so good that they could send Mr Spock go into Pon farr at the merest wiggle of one of their huge tits. To be honest I believe they could!

Please enjoy.

Missy and Geri, short for Geraldine, Peterson were sluts.

Both of them were bigger than average girls. Large breasts, Missy 44 H and Geri 42 DD, encompassed their chests that led down over their surprisingly flat stomachs before their bodies flared out to offer huge arses for a man to grab on to. They stood a little under 6 feet high and weighed somewhere around 200 pounds each.

Long hair, Missy dark brown and Geri as black as coal, framed very pretty faces containing soft brown eyes and pouted red lips that always seemed to be turned up to smiles. Smiles that showed perfect white teeth and any man that got one of those smiles was sure to be thinking that his cock would be perfect between those ruby red lips.

However, no

man

had ever touched either of them.

Both girls were as rich as sin. They owned a very tastefully and exquisitely furnished house on the outskirts of a small town several hundred kilometres from the nearest major city. In fact the house was so remote that it had cost a fortune to transport materials and the labourers to construct the mansion. Or at least that was what the local builder, Ivan Jenkins, told everyone that asked him about the imposing structure that tourists saw as they came along the highway and spied the big building sitting high on the hill.

The truth was Ivan and all the other tradespeople he knew had no idea when the mansion had been constructed or who the hell had built it. Four years ago it hadn't even existed and then it suddenly appeared overnight. Three days later the two women had walked into the local grocery store and imperiously asked if the owners had a delivery service. Receiving a positive reply they left a long list of items, a credit card number and the address. As they shook their big tits and heart shaped arses on the way back out the door, young Timmy Drysdale came in his pants.

It was the same at the butcher shop, the baker and several other business all through the town. A list, a card and an address. By the afternoon most of the businesses in the main street had sent a delivery truck out along the highway and unloaded their goods into Missy and Geri Peterson's new home. Despite the giggling, flirty nature of the two women, whom it was reported wore the equivalent of two shoestrings over their voluptuous bodies as they sunbathed on the impressive back patio, not one of the delivery boys or girls were given anything other than a few tantalising seconds of seeing the mountains of tanned flesh.

Then it began. Strange lights in the sky at night. Reports of missing sheep and cattle from around the local farms. Water holes that had their levels reduced by half. Indentations in the soft soil not far from the highway and tracks made by something that was definitely not human nor of any local beast leading up to the mansion before suddenly disappearing about 100 yards from the front gate.

Accompanying the lights were deafening sounds that rocked glass in their windows. Caused doors to rattle and sometimes were so high and piercing that every dog in the town howled for ages afterwards.

The women would come into town a few days after these noises abated and see old Ronnie Taylor, the local jeweller and gemstone merchant. Long retired and sick of the city rat-race he had come to the town to retire. However, he opened a little store to repair watches and jewellery after he found himself so bored that he was in danger of drinking himself to death. The two large women fronted his counter and deposited a small pile of rare stones out of a little black bag onto his counter and asked him how much they were worth.

Ronnie couldn't believe the quality of the diamonds, rubies and sapphires that the girls dropped almost carelessly on his counter. He eyed the women and then the stones and through years of experience he tried to keep a neutral face. His mind was already calculating how much profit he could make from sending these stones on to the big boys in the city. He was sure that these two big titted bimbos would not have a clue how valuable the stones were.

Making a great show of examining the stones through his magnifying eye glass he grunted, guffawed and hummed and ahed as he picked up each one and then put it on his little scales. His figure in his mental calculator was high. Too fucking high, he decided as he checked the stones again. His mouth opened and offered the two waiting women a figure that was a tenth of that value.

The hand that flew across his counter and grabbed him under his chin and pulled him into her face was too quick even for his trained reflexes that kept him clear of hoods and thugs that wanted more for a stolen watch than he was willing to offer.

"Listen up, old man!" she growled directly into his face, "I did not have my cunt almost split in two by a Chablian Monk for a handful of coins. My sister did not get her arse pounded by a company of Senator Slingbacks for three days for the same lousy amount either. We know how much the stones are worth, Ronnie!" she spat.

The other woman leaned in close to her sister. "Perhaps we should let one of the Centaurs use his pathetic little mouth for a few hours and see if he can swallow a pint of cock cream without taking a breath," she hissed. Ronnie noted her eyes were no longer smiling and the dark brown orbs were almost shooting flames as she stepped back as her sister pushed him away.

"I can go a bit more," he trembled as he found his bowels loosening. He almost sobbed as the one that named herself Geri scooped up the stones and returned them to the black silk bag. It immediately found a home between the big tits of the woman as both of them turned in unison and stormed out of his shop.

That night the jeweller found himself naked and on his knees facing the thick wide cock of a being that would have been more at home on a Star Trek set than in the bedroom he somehow found himself in. His head was tilted up and the fat thick dick was in his mouth as Geri held his nose until he had to open his mouth to breathe.

"Suck, Ronnie and see if you would accept the piss poor amount you offered us!" she half hissed half giggled as the creature held his ears and started thrusting its cock back and forth in his mouth.

Ronnie tried hard. The cock filled his mouth completely. The only saving grace was that it tasted deliciously like a caramel flavoured ice-cream in his mouth. He salivated and the creature humping his mouth seemed to be making noises of approval or contentment as it continued to use his mouth like an exotic pussy.

Something was bouncing against his chin. They were heavy and smacked him like a boxing glove. The smacks got more frequent as the cock fucked in and out of his mouth. He heard giggling and realised that Geri and Missy were watching him! "Here it comes, Ronnie, start drinking you stingy cunt!" one of them called.

The cock buried itself in the back of his throat. The beast started a high pitched keening noise and his eyes flew open as hot, almost scalding fluid suddenly spurted into his throat. He swallowed like mad but the cock just kept pumping its hot cream into him. He was screaming but his mouth couldn't open any further. His throat was convulsing as he continued to try and swallow. His nostrils flared wide trying to draw air into his lungs but the cock was too big and too far in. He was in danger of passing out when he heard the thing grunt in satisfaction and the big cock withdrew. His last vision was of a bag of testicles in front of his eyes. The thing's balls were almost the size of his fist and there looked to be at least four of them. He felt his body hit the carpeted floor.

Geri and Missy stood the other side of his counter. The same ten stones rolled out of the bag that Geri pulled from between her massive tits. He eyed her and noted the strange glint of amusement in her big brown orbs. "How much do you think they are worth, Ronnie?" she asked in a sultry almost husky voice.

Ronnie Taylor was not stupid, but he was stubborn and, pathetically, he was a greedy son of a bitch. He had not made the money he had and retired to this peaceful little town at the age of 43 because he had been a soft touch. No, Ronnie stuck to his guns and no amount of threats, tears or bodily rewards could move him once he had given a fair evaluation. He knew though, in this case, he was trying to rob the women. His mind briefly replayed his mouth being used like a pussy as that nightmarish thing fucked his face.

He raised his eyes from examining the stones again and offered half the price they would have got at any reputable jeweller in the city.

"Chablian Monks or Senator Slingbacks, Missy?" Geri asked her sister as the stones again disappeared in their silky black bag between those big tits once again.

Ronnie Taylor's screams lasted only as long as it took for one of the black clad and bald humanoid creatures to thrust his long ebony coloured cock down his throat. At the other end a cock of almost the size of cricket stump only twice as wide rammed up his lubricated arsehole.

"Relax, Ronnie. The monks have cocks that slither and bend like snakes. They follow your holes and go as deep as they can. Then they say prayers as their big heads vibrate and twist inside you until they fill you with their blessing," giggled Missy. Her huge tits were swaying and from the corner of his eyes he could see that the woman was joyfully taking two of the big long spikes up her arse and pussy.

"If they meet in the middle, oh so magical," snickered Geri as she knelt on all fours as he did and was contentedly and joyfully taking a long hard cock from behind as she lined up the thick black phallus with her ruby red lips.

It may have been magical for the women but Ronnie Taylor was having trouble finding the magic. His arsehole stretched and he could feel his bowels twisting and stretching as the big cock flowed into him. His jaw, once again, was almost dislocated and long rubbery cock filled his throat until he could almost feel the big fucking thing in his stomach! The cocks began to vibrate and strange sounds chanted all around him. Heat filled him and with it an extraordinary peace and acceptance. He was being fucked. Ronnie Taylor, confirmed money pinching, tight arsed bastard whom would never pay for a drink he didn't drink was being fucked, used and there was not a thing he could do about it.

The monks, if Geri's nomenclature was accurate, came inside him. His arse twitched and his stomach felt full as semen poured into his gut. The big cock in his arse took its time retreating and he felt his prostate being rubbed and pressed with each inch that came out of him. Embarrassingly he came just as the big swollen head of the cock stretched his anal ring to impossible dimensions. His scream of bliss muffled as the big head of the cock he had orally serviced stayed trapped behind his teeth for the time it took his thick hard cock to finish spraying its pent up load all over the soft carpet beneath him.

"Good for you, Ronnie. They made you cum!" giggled Missy as she writhed and squirmed as the two big cocks began to withdraw from her big body.

Ronnie could not answer her as the big knob still sat in his mouth and his tongue could not help but lick and rove over the intruder. The monk trembled and suddenly Ronnie's mouth was full of hot fluids again. "You certainly love sucking dick, Ronnie!" was the last thing he heard as finally the big cock fell from his panting mouth.

"How much do you want for them?" he asked before Geri even moved her hands to her big quivering flesh bags. The two women were standing the other side of his counter and he was ruefully rubbing his arse that still felt like it would swallow his hand if he reached down to try and sooth his battered ring.

"Three point five million," Missy answered him immediately.

"That is not much more than I offered you two days ago!" Ronnie almost yelled in exasperation.

"Yes but we know that you can take these to the city and get ten million for them. However, you won't get that much because the minute they are sold and go into the market there will be questions asked and the buyer won't be able to answer them," explained Missy in a soft conspiratorial voice.

"We had to make you see how hard it is for us to get paid in these precious stones so that you simply give us what we ask for and then you can discretely make a fortune out of them," giggled Geri and Ronnie could not help notice that her big tits were in danger of coming loose in her tied up men's shirt.

"How often do you get these stones, ladies?" Ronnie asked even as his calculator mind was working overtime on the figures and the shady characters he knew that could afford to pay up and ask no questions.

"Twice a year, Ronnie. We get fucked by the visitors. We do it whatever way they want. Sometimes it takes a few months for us to recover after they have been here. I am sure you know what we mean," giggled Missy.

"But it is not just precious stones, Ronnie. How do you think we got our mansion up on the hill? The visitors found the city too risky so they found us a place a little more discrete. So they like to chow down on the odd cow or sheep. They use water to power their ships. I am sure that between the three of us we can find a way to compensate any losses. What do you say, Ronnie, want to go into partnership with the two hottest sluts in the galaxy?" asked Geri seriously.

Ronnie Taylor listened patiently to Wilma Adams as she complained about the loss of her pet pig, Henry. The 200 pound boar had been innocently chomping on the downed apples in her garden one minute and the next he was gone according to Wilma.

Ronnie assured her that he was sure Henry had been taken for a good reason and suggested that she might like to check the next market day and choose a replacement, or perhaps two, Ronnie said as he handed her a cheque and told her to spend it wisely.

The retired jeweller grinned to himself as the woman thanked him profusely and told him that he was very generous and caring. Ronnie mentally reviewed his bank balance. With the last payment of rare crystals and supposed ancient Mayan gold statues that he had off loaded to some very private collectors in South America he had more money than he could ever spend in several lifetimes and he had only been in business with the sisters for five years now.

He was still chuckling as he found himself naked and on the soft carpet in Missy's bed chamber and the big balled and sweet tasting cock of Imran, the Centaur that requested him each time he made a visit to the most remarkable whorehouse in the galaxy, pressed against his smiling lips.