Space Babes 3

Space Babes chapter 3 “Sperm Planet” By TDM original scifi tales of big busted babes this is a continuation of the Space Babes story in scifi (old section)

LT. Pomy stood over the East Indian goddess, admiring her supple curves. It had been with a loud SLURP! that the disguised Space Marine had pulled the girl’s head out of the beast. Brains and gooey gore from the melted alien dripped still upon Konjit. Greasy bits covered her good looks. An eyeball on an extended cord fell into Konjit’s open and gasping mouth. It was partly smashed and leaking retinal fluid. Inside Konjit’s mouth it rolled on her tongue a moment then got caught in a desperate breath intake and went down her throat. The retinal cord stretched out her mouth back up to the blasted carcass in its perch near the ceiling. Clumps of gore fell upon her, yellow, green, creamy slimes all streamed over her face, into her hair, over her great tits.

Looking at the disgusting mess, Pomy addressed her again quietly. “Sorry about this, but I had to blast it right away. It was about to bite your head off for sure. Lucky for us my shot missed you inside there, but I had a good idea where you where. I could see your shoulders.” At this Pomy’s gaze again drifted to the beautiful shoulders, chest, and along the rest of Konjit’s body. Tentacles as thick as 2 liter bottles, though dead and unmoving, were still jammed into the cinnamon princess. Good Lord! They must be in there a good foot or two at least! Maybe three feet deep into her sprawled, tight body.

Pomy put her blaster down and tried tugging on the tentacle wedged up the girls’ ass about a half mile. Ughh! It was tight. She’s have to brace her legs against something and try harder to get it out.

“Look. I blasted the other one back there, but we still have to move fast. I’m not just talking about those monsters, we are both in a bad position. This attack on you was planned.” Konjit’s choked gasping was slowly getting some air to her tortured lungs. Pomy took a moment to pull out a combat knife. She sawed at the thick membranes that stretched tautly back to the creature’s eye socket from Konjit’s open mouth. They were rubbery and tough at the same time, but she managed to cut through. With another gasp, Konjit sucked down the long portion of the retinal cord attached to the squished eyeball in her belly. Other pieces of brains and gore fell into her mouth to be spastically swallowed. Finally the dusty skinned beauty opened her eyes.

“Good to see you.” Pomy lied. Goo and gore were all over Konjits eyes. “I can’t get these things out of you, I’ll just cut them for now. I promise somehow we’ll get them pulled out of your insides. I don’t imagine you can walk, I’ll carry you.”

Meanwhile, in a star system not too far away…

Wede’s giant breasts heaved with the effort of drawing in breath. It was close and stifling and thick in the tiny submarine, the air like molasses. Sweat trickled down her ebon neck into the tight valley of her jet-black tits. The saffron wispy-thin wrap stretched around her mountainous globes was soaked and pasted onto her skin. The humid heat had puffed Wede’s dime diameter nipples outward more than an inch in their painfully stiff erections, where they tented the flimsy material of her top. Her breasts felt heavy and full. In fact they were terribly overfull. The medication she had taken to mislead the target’s DNA scanners had the side effect of producing incredible amounts of lactic milk within her. Wede’s already huge rack was swollen even more and more… very nearly to bursting! It was a bit uncomfortable; as soon as this mission was complete she would definitely get one of those mammary pumps and relieve this pressure.

The heat was near to unbearable despite Wede’s midriff being bare, and the extreme shortness of the tissue like sarong that was the match to her top. Her dark skin glistened in the instrument lights of her small craft. Out her view screens, all that could be seen was pasty whiteness. The liquid she navigated now was a semi-solid viscous mass. It was an ocean of sperm.

“God Damn Matinicus!” Wede muttered. This was supposed to be an easy ‘lift’ job because the pirate was a known powder user. This damn harem girl outfit was nearly the same as being nude; the experienced super agent was pissed to stoop to this level. Several loads of shit in the ventilation system later, and Martinicus’s ship is exploding, the data cube she needs to get is going planet fall into a planet of God Damn Sperm, and she’s stuck weaponless wearing two miniscule strips of tissue paper!

The engines whined in protest as she dived deeper, following the beacon emitting from the info cube. The hull groaned from the pressure of the one mile depth under dense clumpy cum. Wede’s mind raced with images of what it would be like when it all imploded in on her, tons of pressure. Crushed to a pulp by limitless semen! Her cherry red hair was damp and matted against the back of her neck and shoulders down to near her waist. She licked salty perspiration from her lips. The depth gauge shattered. More groans from the shell of her dive-pod. Was that a small splintering noise? From where? A crystal clear high heel shoe pressed on the dive pedal. The 2-inch lift under the ball of the foot pushing the vessel deeper. The 8-inch pointed tip under her heel, stretching her ankle diagonally, was useless for operating machinery. Goddamn harem outfit!

It was with tremendous relief that the midnight skinned beauty turned back to the surface, the info cube locked in the mechanical arms of the sub. Then the power fizzled and was gone. After several heartbeats, Wede realized she was still floating to the surface. She worked her tight muscular legs against the rudder pedals, clenching her strong calves and sculptured thighs. Her sarong had ridden up to her trim hips in her pilot seat so that even her hard round glutes could be seen exercising powerfully. Flapping the rudder brought the sub to the surface, riding on momentum in the now powerless vehicle.

With a loud Shlorp! sound from outside, she knew she had reached the surface. Popping the overhead hatch brought bright green sunlight and fresh atmosphere. Wede climbed up and looked around. She was only about a quarter mile from land! A rocky ridge that she recognized led to where she had left the Lander. Along the shore was a herd of indigenous animals. Bluish canine like things. They congregated on the shore, then waded into the cum a bit and started humping each other. What an absurd eco-system! Wede thought.

Hact 4 was larger then Earth and covered nearly 96% by actual cum. Evidently life here coupled normally, but the white oceans of jism played a role in reproduction. Where did all the sperm come from? No one had gotten to the bottom of that, and Wede did not intend to investigate!

Wede climbed out onto the jism slippery deck, her spiked heels threatening to skid on the slick surface and send her into the white sea. Her firm volleyball sized tits jostling with the movement. She ran her delicate fingers through her long luxurious hair, separating it from her cooling skin. With her hands up on each side of her head, her already upright balloons lifted and protruded out farther. Along with the arch to her back as she ‘finger combed’ her scarlet mane, the massive tits threatened to burst the material of her wrap. Her tight belly drew in further, slightly delineating her bottom ribs, and accentuating her abdominal muscles. Then the sexy Nigress shook her head, billowing out her lovely hair in the slight breeze. This also caused her rack to shake side to side, a bobbing that continued for some time after she again set her head to see a way to shore.

Swimming was right out. Sure she could do it. She was in prime physical condition, less than 4% body fat. Reason one was that it would mean swimming in sperm. Reason two was that she was reasonably sure there was life of either hostile or even more likely horny disposition dwelling in the cum. Row to shore! That was the answer! The one-person pod was small enough that she could straddle the curved top of it and her legs could dip into the splooge on either side. By kicking backwards with both legs at the same time, she could paddle forward.

Wede spread her legs into a split and sat onto the sticky-slippery jizzy covered sub, her long long legs stretched wide. Her vagina sounded wetly into the cummy mess. Slowly, the black babe dipped her high-heeled shoes into the glumpy cream. Bit by bit, until her spread-eagled legs were in to mid calf. It felt warm and squishy and thick. Several awkward tries proved that it was just too slippery on the deck. Her semen soaked crotch slid all over the place allowing her no traction to kick - row. Then she spotted the periscope. It was in the fully retracted position but still stuck up out of the deck about 15 inches. It was solid plastasteel pipe, about 4 inches in diameter, though much thicker in places as bolts and sockets and whatnot raised out from it. The top of it was the classic curved lens housing, which Wede estimated to be slightly larger than a man’s fist.

She tried to hold on to the periscope and swing her legs, but again was ineffectual. The periscope itself was slippery as greased lightning. She pulled herself so that the periscope nestled into her crotch while she remained straddled across the craft. It was a good rest position, but she soon discovered the pressure against her long ignored clit was most pleasurable. How long had it been? Two months? Three? Had she actually been looking forward to coupling with the drugged up Matinicus? Was she going to do the deed with him, then steal his treasure? She found herself rubbing against the periscope assembly. Her clit aroused and reared itself from its sheath. The swollen nub sticking out a good two inches at least, as wide as a thimble. God it ached. She rubbed herself, gyrating against the hard tubing.

The sudden appearance of a whale like creature about a mile off to her left startled the girl. It was the size of about a dozen city blocks, but submerged into the goo soup a moment later. Wede thought it was headed away from her, but the reverie was broken. She has to get going! Her desperate clit had given her an idea though. She could sit onto the periscope apparatus! It had been even longer since she had been penetrated…what, three or four YEARS? Eyeing the fist sized lens housing gave her second thoughts though, it was enormous. Scooping up sperm from the deck with her hand, she ladled it onto the periscope. It oozed slowly down the sides. She ladled a second and a third handful onto what had already been there. It was greased up good now.

Wede squatted over the device, drawing her sarong aside so she could see to guide it to her pussy lips. She had difficulty seeing past her giant tits and had to jostle them in order to be able to view her own midsection. She felt again the extreme discomfort of her milk inflated breasts. Just touching them caused pain, she would have to be careful for they indeed felt on the edge of bursting!

She sat upon it gently, ever so steadily allowing more pressure to build. It wasn’t going in. Or maybe she was holding back? What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion. Wede saw it seemingly one frame at a time. Her left spiky high-heel slipped on the cummy sub. Her sexy leg shot outward to the side. A moment later her right heel did likewise, and she was desperately supporting her weight by her hands wrapped around the periscope shaft. Thick cum oozed from between her slender black fingers. She tried to maintain her balance long enough to get her feet back underneath her. She failed. Her thin arms were stong enough but the shaft was just too slick, her grip failed and she plummeted down.

AAghhhhhhhhh!” She screamed, arching her back in pain. Her tits bounced wildly. Fiery agony shot through her midsection, filling her with suffering that refused to diminish. She had taken just more than 6 inches inside her. It was hard and ungiving within her vaginal walls, pushing out from inside her in all directions. Wede looked down through tearing eyes to see her clit pushed outward even more from beneath. Then she noticed the current of electricity pulsing through her groin. Centered on her throbbing clit. So long, it had been so long. She was slave to her clit.

Slowly she reached her hand toward her sex. The pain was still there, screaming into her brain. Water flowed freely from the corners of her eyes. Closer, closer, her feminine fingers reached for herself. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She was without will to do anything else. As her fingertip touched the end of her clit she exploded into orgasm. Pain and orgasm fought throughout her mind. Her body convulsed on the stake it was grounded on. Her athletic legs spasmed in ecstasy. She grabbed her clit between two fingers, rubbing. Another tidal wave jolted her system. Fiercely she grabbed her tit with her other hand, twisting the nipple. Orgasm ripped through her existence. All the while, animalistic cries came from her mouth that she will never remember. As her pelvis shook upon the giant invader, her g-spot was prodded again and again. Orgasm after screaming orgasm. Howling like an animal. Her own liquid flowing freely, cumming like a river.

Wede slowly began to see her surroundings again, she noticed the green sun was much lower on the horizon. Her head had been lolled forward, drool had been flowing copiously from her mouth onto her sweat and spit soaked breasts. She was still upon the periscope. Two more inches had worked into her during her violent series of multiple climaxes. It felt ever so large within her. Would she be able to pull it out? First things first, to paddle to shore.

The movement of her legs ground the periscope assembly against the inside of her vagina walls. Her g-spot was massaged so much that it was becoming difficult to concentrate and steer the craft effectively. Yet progress was made. The beach was getting closer. The thick cum sea had little or no waves per se. Her kicking produced the only ripples. She exerted under the tropical lime sun, again working up a lather of sweat. The steady rythm against her inner pussy gave her an unreal sense of euphoria. It was this that made the pain bearable, though barely.

Upon reaching the coast, Wede noticed that there were waves lapping. They moved slowly and thickly, breaking upon the shore with forceful cum splashes. The sub grounded itself. As it did so the grating of its hull sent reverbrations through the periscope and straight into Wede’s inner being. The shuddering sent her over the edge again, and it had been building during the nearly two hours of kicking. Her screams echoed up and down the stoney ridge. Her pussy clenched over the plastisteel, convulsions took control of all her muscles. Wede’s own cum flooded out once more, mixing with the ocean goo. Her climaxes grew more and more powerful as the pole continued to vibrate deep inside her. More uncontrollable screams, raising in pitch as climax after climax erupted within her. She grabbed her big swollen clit with both hands. It was big and long enough to place one thumb and forefinger on top of the other thumb and forefinger. Wede rubbed and twisted her clit.

Each orgasm spawned an even deeper hunger. It was the mixture of rapture and torturous pain that sent a burning into her bright green eyes. Her teeth clenched and she began working her thighs against the convex hull so that she rose up on the periscope, then allowed herself to drop back down upon it. She was fucking it, fucking it hard with the formidible strength of her thighs. Viciously pulling her clit now, stretching it out yet another inch. She drove herself like a rabid demon to wracking orgasm after orgasm. Her body shook to her core. Spit flew from her mouth, drool strung down from her chin.

It was over an hour after the last contractions of her pussy before Wede was able to try moving again. Her fucking had pounded another couple inches into her. She had conquered just more than 10 inches of the huge device. She couldn’t see her own belly because her breasts had filled up with incredible amounts of milk in the last hour and they had grown noticably larger and rounder. The process seemed to be accelerating! With her cummy hands, she felt her belly. It was distended grotesquely, a relief of the periscope bulging out her otherwise snare drum tight abdominals.

With extreme effort, Wede eased the apparatus out of her cunt. Slowly, bit by bit, as there were irregular shapes to it that could cause damage. Though she didn’t remember considering this when she was having abandoned sex with it. With a wet pop, she was free of it. An extended spurt of cum, most of it her own, flowed out her pussy. The periscope was showered in the gooey jism.

Once on the shore, she could only manage a staggered walk. Partly due to her ridiculously high pumps, but mostly due to the wild fucking she had gotten over the better part of the afternoon. She recovered the info cube and started toward the high ridge.

The land was stoney. Wede picked her way, walking in her high heels. Her long legs, especially her shapely thighs, were exhausted. Steadfastly she continued, for the sun was getting closer to the horizon and she had no light source. Her growing tits bobbed with each step. Quite suddenly the herd of bluish canine / equine she had seen earlier bounded around an outcropping ahead and bounded at her in a flurry of hooves. She could only put an arm up in front of her as she braced for collision. Her hot body tensed, awaiting the lead beasts. Then the stampede was upon her, carooming past in blurs of flesh. The noise was deafening, air gusts blew her hair back and caused her flimsy garments to flap in the strong breeze. They were as tall as she, and maybe half a ton in weight moving at racehorse speed. She was in their midst for a minute, then they were past.

So grateful was she that she hadn’t been bowled over, that it didn’t register in her mind that they had been running from the direction she was headed in. Even if she had, the Lander had to be reached. So it was, that less than 30 minutes later, a low hissing brought her out of her determined limp onward. Wede lifted her covergirl face from the task of picking her heel steps to see what it was.

From just up the ridge, less than 10 meters away, was a draconian beast with five heads that was nearly the perfect match to the hydra of Earth legend. Five fanged heads on elongated necks, four reptilian legs, scaley hide and long tail. It stood a good 20 feet tall at the shoulder. It also limped, evidently as least one of its legs badly injured in some past battle. It had been unable to catch any prey and seemed very hungry indeed. Handicapped as it was, Wede knew immediately that she could not outrun it.

“Whoa, boy. I’m not food. See? My skin is black, all the good things you like to eat are blue, remember?” Wede shifted a bit, trying to edge away quickly without giving the impression of fleeing. The monster closed, unresponsive to her words, and perhaps color blind as well.

The girl’s pretty head looked around…which way to go? As it got closer, Wede noticed that food wasn’t the only thing the beast hadn’t gotten in quite some time. It’s ball sacs dragged across the ground. They were the size of large laundry sacks or duffle bags and there were four of them. From between the lizard’s hind legs they hung all the way to the rocky ground. That had to hurt. But it gave her an idea. The cum ocean! Something as uncoordinated as this thing surely couldn’t swim, right? That it was the only terrain feature she could dash for and be sure of reaching in her physical state narrowed the course of action choices.

She turned and jogged toward the white surf. Her strong perfect buttocks shifting wonderfully beneath her sarong. The cum waves broke heavily before her. First her high heels entered the sperm, then a step later she felt it wash around her feet and ankles. It was thick, the tide pushing very hard against her legs. It was also warm, about body temperature.

Wede turned to see what the monster was doing. It had advanced a bit towards her, but had changed its demeanor. Gazing at her, as she struggled to keep her balance as another wave splashed against her calves, the beast had tilted several heads at the hot babe. Good, she thought, it was reconsidering. It was unnerving standing in the cum sea. She felt the enormity of it behind her. No other land was is in sight, only uncountable gallons of jism out to the horizon. Gobs of it spotted bright white against her coal colored thighs, nearly reaching her short sarong. Her calves now were mostly coated in the pastey goo.

What she saw next struck her like a thunderbolt, blotting out even the ocean of semen she was standing in. From beneath the creature grew forth what was unmistakenly a phallus. It snaked forward from between its hind legs. Lengthening and growing stiffer in pulses. Good Lord! Wede realized that her moving into the cum set her up as a part of the native reproduction cycle! Her eyes were locked on the craggy cock that reached toward her with deadly aim. It grew and grew! Passing by the front legs now, longer and longer.

It was obviously unused for how long? The dragon had been wounded when? The scars she had seen on its flank were old and healed over. Species such as this monster would only be able to copulate with something they could catch and overpower. One? Two? Five? A dozen years of sex deprivation? Now a scorching perfect babe, a 46DD-22-30 sweety was standing in the cum sea…an invitation? The cock grew and grew. Thicker than the thickest part of Wede’s leg it was, with only a slight tapering at the head that might ease entry. Over four feet in length at the moment and clearly not yet to full hardness! It grew as the exhausted and cornered girl gazed upon it.

…to be continued…..