From: hlarson@mail.hesch-prod.com (Hal Larson)
Subject: Space Vixens- The Escape: Chp 1. <*>
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Space Vixen's Sperm Farm - The Great Escape
Begin Chapter One.
I woke up to the sound of the warm summer morning's wind in the lavender bushes outside my window. I could smell the sweet smell of the pale blossoms filling the room. Stretching luxuriously, I yawned and looked down at me sleeping lover. Shanna's mouth was still wrapped around my semi-limp cock, as it was every morning. I looked up at the red LED of my alarm clock. 8:45. Damn. Who was the guy who invented work anyway?
"Shanna! Wake up! We've got to get down to the base for the briefing!" I shook her shoulders gently.
Her eyes slowly drew back revealing a third semi-transparent eyelid beneath the outer two. To a stranger, this was the first indication that Shanna, an increadibly beautiful blonde girl, wasn't entirely human. I've seen her use it for effect. To someone who's not expecting it, it can be quite shocking. The third eyelids drew back as she woke fully. "Breakfast?" she asked, smiling up at me.
"Sorry, love. I'm all tapped out. You were hungry last night." Her smile turned into a little pout and she made her best puppy eyes at me. "Really, Shanna, " I told her, "It's almost seven o'clock and we have to be at the briefing at 0930. You don't want to keep His Royal Highness waiting, do you?"
Shanna mumbled something that I think meant "OK" around my cock, but then just to pay me back she sucked hard and strong for a couple of seconds, bringing me to full erection. When my cock was standing at attention, she stopped and jumped out of bed. "Last one in the shower's a rotten egg!" she shouted and ran into the bathroom.
I followed more slowly, hoping for a cold shower to ease the ache of the onset of "blue balls." A few soapy splashy fun minutes later and Shanna and I were clean, shaven (my face, and various other parts of her body), and in uniform.
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Special Inspector Steve Carlson, Scotland Yard. Technically, I'm not really allowed to be an inspecter in the 'Yard because I'm an American citizen. It's a honorary title, but it comes with a hefty salary and a luxury flat near the base in Shropshire. Plus I get to wear a nifty uniform (the British always had more style than we did) and get saluted by the soldiers at the base. Hey, what can I say- when I was a kid, I liked to play Army and now I get to do it for real. Let me have a little fun, ok? I got that "Special Inspector" title, and a fancier one that came from the Queen herself, from a little adventure I had a few months ago. I really didn't do anything special- just get kidnapped by a sperm hungry alien bitch who did her best to suck me dry while Shanna stole her spaceship.
The alien bitch's name was Kiarra. Her current home was a little cell deep underground in a very-high-security building on the Shropshire base. Shanna and I managed to sedate her long enough to lock her in a room in her own spaceship and fly it back to Earth, and now the British military was doing its best to learn how it worked.
The reason this was so important is that the aliens, who called themselves "the Fae" were stealing male human babies and raising them to be sperm slaves These half-idiots' only purpose was to produce semen for consumption by the Fae who used it to stay young. The life force in sperm was so concentrated that the Fae could absorb it and keep themselves alive for hundreds of years. Kiarra had been preying on human's for over 200 years, and other Fae had been doing the same for thousands. They were as strong as five human men and had long razor-sharp nails that could shred steel. I had seen one slash a man's face almost casually, causing the flesh to fall from it in strips.
Shanna was a Fae too, but she was also part human. One fourth to be exact. She was a hybrid experiment, the only one to survive a failed plan Kiarra thought would help future Fae blend in with Earth society more easily. Scotland Yard found Kiarra as a baby and carefully raised her with a strong loyalty to her human ancestry, as well as a sense of right and wrong (something curiously lacking in most Fae). At the age of 17, they set her loose to find the other Fae which turned out to be much easier than was thought due to a Fae "homing instinct." She spent a couple of years with Kiarra, gathering male human babies and preparing to take them to the Fae homeworld. She gained the trust of Kiarra and the other Fae aboard, Vanya. Vanya was Shanna's egg mother. All Fae were female, with each member of the reproductive pair providing a single egg which merge together to combine DNA and then separate to create identical twins. During gestation, the twins fight each other for scarce resources (living room, blood supply, etc.) and invariably the stronger twin kills and consumes the weaker. So all Fae are technically "sisters," and each is one of Nature's wickedest natural born killers.
Luckily for me, the human part of Shanna was kind and compasionate enough to subdue her capricious Fae nature. It was there, though and not too deep below the surface. I knew better than to deny her something she really wanted. As we stepped outside of our flat, we were met by our driver. We stepped into the limo and availed ourselves of the continental breakfast and coffee laid out for us. The ride to the base took about 50 minutes, longer if there was any traffic. We usually passed the time admiring the lush green hills and winding country roads with the little whitewashed milestones marking the way. This morning, however, Shanna had other ideas.
"Breakfast?" she asked.
"Shanna, you just had breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
"Honey, do you ever want anything else?" I sighed. Life with Shanna meant love, fun, and excitement. It also meant getting your cock sucked day and night. "All right, breakfast. Come here and don't take too long. We're almost halfway there."
Shanna's lips parted and a long moan escaped them. Her eyes were glued to the zipper of my uniform pants and the pupils were widening like a cat's when it has its prey in sight. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. Shanna crawled over and rested her head in my now naked lap. Her cheek was nestled against my semi-erect cock and I could feel her breath on it. She stroked it lightly with one hand, cupping my balls in the other. Starting slowly, she licked the shaft from the base to the tip and back down again, pausing to swirl one ball and then the other with her tongue. Again and again, licked the same route until my cock was hard and throbbing. Then she stopped and looked up at me. "You know. I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought. I think I'll skip breakfast today." She sat back up and looked out the window.
I was in agony! Moments before, my cock had been getting a wonderful little morning bath and now it was cold and wet. My balls were starting to ache with the need for release. Shanna looked at me and giggled. "Look at you! You look like a sad little puppy dog with those eyes. Aww, aren't you so cute. I've just got to pinch those cheeks" She hopped over and game me a quick peck on the cheek. She knew what she was doing to me, and she thought it was hilarious. I knew she wouldn't keep me hanging (or pointing) for long. A couple of quick pecks turned into a hot deep kiss. I think our tongues detatched themselves and took tours of each other's mouth. My head began to whirl and I my stomach was doing flip-flops. Shanna was one hell of a kisser!
But kissing was not her real purpose. She pulled back and said "Breakfast?"
I laughed. "Ok. Ok. Go ahead- please!"
Shanna's head descended, and her mouth expertly captured my cock. In less than a second, I was fully engulfed. Embedded in her throat, I arched my back and thrust forward my hips in a vain attempt to penetrate her further. Her teeth were pressed against my pubic bone. I could go no deeper. Shanna held me deep like that for a full three minutes. The heat and moist slickness of her throat were magical. She swallowed every few seconds, compressing my cock with her strong muscles. Finally, I tried to pull back, but she wouldn't let my cock escape. Keeping me as deep as possible, she continued her swallowing and milking motions with her throat. I was thrashing back and forth, but she still kept my cock firmly lodged in her throat. I was on the edge of cumming and I wanted to spurt my hot cum into her stomach! Shanna knew it, and swallowed harder. Finally, with a strangled cry I came. Semen flooded out of my cock in five thick globs. I could feel her throat milking every spurt from me without letting me withdraw even a centimetre. My orgasm went on and on, but eventually I was sated. Still, Shanna didn't give my cock back. She kept up her swallowing motion for a few minutes, and then pulled off my nearly flacid member to gratefully lick it clean. "That was nice, Shanna. Just don't tell any of your friends I came after only one stroke. They might think I had a hair trigger!" It was always something new with Shanna. I didn't think oral sex could have such variety, but each time you get your cock sucked and your girl tries something new, chances are Shanna already knows about it and has performed it on my cock many times. She should give lessons. I think Shanna's mouth could be used to achieve world peace. With her under the negotiation table, no world leader could be anything but smiling and happy!
End Chapter One.
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