Gina Knox: Space Spy Fox

After this roar that emanated from inside the car like it was coming from the bowels of hell itself, there was quiet, which was somewhat unnerving to the assembled crowd, who were exchanging surprised glances with each other. The hiatus didn’t last long, however. After the deep, masculine groan had stopped its echoing around the car park, there was a thick, wet and definitively sticky SPLAT sound that rang out from inside the vehicle, which also resonated ominously around the permacrete convinces of the car park. It was followed immediately by the rich, hearty, and husky tones of a woman shrieking in orgasmic pleasure. Another of these cries echoed after the next dense, thick splatting sound, except this one was a touch higher, the voice coming from a somewhat younger and slightly more playful and high-spirited, almost girlish woman. The same combination recurred a few times, the regular chunky SPLAT sounds that resounded from the interior of the car being followed by a horny female exclamation, which more often than not contained a snatch of identifiable speech.

SPLATTT

‘oooOOOOooooyeah fuck honey, drench me!’

WWWWHHHUMPPPPSPLATTTTTTT

‘Ooowow, right in the fucking eyeball…’

SSSPLLOTCHTHUMP

‘hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking whore he got you right in the eye, didn’t he?’

SSSSSSPLATTTTT

‘AWWWfuuuuuckkyeeeaah me too!!!’

SPLAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT

‘Pair of fucking pirate-faced sluts here!!’

There was much, much more of this, which went on for a period of time that literally got funny, with the accumulation of expressions, gleeful endorsement, thrilled exclamation and descriptive embellishments going on and on. Eventually, with a final thick, concussive THWAPPPPPP sound, a note of finality was sustained by the resonating of the wet twang echoing throughout the car park.

There was about a ten second hiatus where nothing happened at all, and then there was the sound of easing hydraulics, a click, and one of the doors of the car swung upwards, DeLorean style. The first thing that emerged was one stiletto-heel of a vinyl white stripper sandal with a stacked heel, followed by another one. Attached to these shoes were the most beautifully long and slenderly proportioned pair of honeyed calves, sleek shins shining, which extended and lengthened into lusciously proportioned quads. Two hands of similarly tanned hue, the arms encased in pink skin tight mesh, grasped the side of the aperture and gripped, hauling the rest of the body through – the body of a staggeringly cockeyed and discombobulated Dixxxie, who managed to lever her astounding body upright and stand, wavering unsteadily in front of the doorway, one hand reaching up to the top of the door to steady her.

Her mirrored shades had been broken in two. One half was still theoretically where it should have been, in front of her eye, the frame around her ear, the other was dangling vertiginously off her other ear and swivelling around freely near her neck. The mohawk standing up in her buzzcut was just about recognisable, but her face was decorated with a chaotic mess of jumbled lines of thick spunk most of which was sticking to her cheeks, nose, forehead and lips, but a lot of which was hanging off her chin in wavy tendrils. All around her nose and eyes were considerable smudges of gluey white clumpy discharge that had a jelly-like consistency and was clearly stuck to her face.

Her upper torso was a similar mess, her massive tits, that were pushing out the dimensions of the figure-hugging mesh top to ridiculous, bowling-ball size and shape proportions also splattered with lines of jizz, as were her etched abdominal muscles. All in all the blonde slut was utterly caked with cum. She stood, her huge, round ass sticking out behind her as she held onto the upper door, the thin, frayed, almost bikini proportioned size of her denim shorts barely visible from the side-on view, with only her shining, succulent, assbomb visible.

There was a blur of motion, a plopping sound, and the Kiki’s head emerged, swung down from the top portion of the doorway, and landed with a smack on Dixxxie’s booty, where it settled, side on, with Kiki laying her head on her friend’s rear like a cushion. Her head was a bulb of oozing cum. A thick rope oozed out of the side of her mouth and trickled down the golden skin of Dixxxie’s ass, then her flanks. She belched loudly.

Dixxxie turned her head to the reception committee. Blearily, the figures she was looking at came into focus. She smiled in a heady, unconcerned way.

‘We’ve picked… up… the delivery…’ she began, almost slurring her words, ‘took a little detour on the way back.’

‘Came the scenic route,’ added Kiki.

‘Yeah, we did, we came the scenic route…’ Dixxxie released her hands from where she was clasping onto the car, stood up unassisted, and made a series of awkward fanfare-style flourishes with her hands that spiralled around a few times vaguely into nothing. ‘Took a teenie-weenie detour on the way.’

As Dixxxie made this statement, Kiki, whose head was lolling downwards after having been released from where it had been resting atop the taller slut’s ass cleavage held up her thumb and forefinger pressed close together and squinted slightly through it to add ballast and credibility to Dixxxie’s statement: ‘Just a teenie weenie one.’

At this, Kiki almost literally slid off the back seat and out of the door, head first, the massively stacked teenage slut’s gorgeous body almost melting out of the car and lolling into a heap onto the permacrete, the wholly naked young whore’s body a jumble of massive tits, round asscheeks and a flawlessly sculptured torso all rolling over itself in a heap until she rearranged herself so that her backside was finally on the floor. The blonde extended an arm upwards to Dixxxie, who reached down and hauled up her younger partner. Slinging Kiki’s arm around her shoulders, Dixxxie wrapped her other arm around her slender waist. The two gorgeous, cum-splattered sluts started to lope forwards to the reception committee like the walking wounded.

‘I bet you’re wondering how we ended up like this boss,’ started Dixxxie, ‘well we can explain.’

‘Probably easier if we just showed them our fucking gaping, stretched out assholes, Dixxx’ grumbled Kiki.

‘Well we inspected the credentials of our contact very thoroughly, you see,’ grinned Dixxxie.

‘And he ah… inspected us,’ finished Kiki.

‘Quite a lot of us,’ added Dixxxie.

‘Inside and out.’

‘Soooo ah… here he is,’ said Dixxxie.

Both of the sluts posed with frozen, almost wincing smiles, each of the stacked whores with their faces scrunched up in embarrassment as they reported in. Over the course of their long-limbed shambling walk towards the figures arrayed at one end of the car park, greeting them, their faces had slid together and they had become connected by a looping, rubbery rope of semen that clung to their chin, slung between their smiles in a two-foot long lace. There was a long moment. The rope of spunk jiggled in the air between them.

‘Mission accomplished?’ added Kiki.

Her sentence was punctuated by the sound of a pair of boots contacting the grey permacrete behind them, accompanied by a repeated slick splatting sound. All eyes now turned away from the cum-spattered pair of huge-titted whores, who turned themselves also, to see the figure emerge from the car. Between the pair of boots something huge and heavy lolled, dangling over the lip of the car seat. From the figure’s seated position it was on a level with the person’s ankles. Even in silhouette it was unmistakable as the crown of a monstrous cock, the plump, heart-shaped outline of the tip giving it away. Thick, long, heavy splats of precum were roping freely from the head and plopping sloppily into a quickly forming pool between the boots.

Then, without the figure offering any other movement, the inhumanly proportioned slab of dickmeat began to rise. At first it had been drooping weightily but essentially flaccid, the bloated glans lolling a foot from the ground, but then it began to twitch, the slick head and the trunk above it starting to throb and pulsate. Soon the stiffening log of bulging dickmeat began to level upwards, as if the massy length were sprouting outward anew, the brawny tube gathering weight as it flexed upwards, transformed from the drooping shape before, uncoiling and inflating as thick rolls of muscle and brawn developed, bunching together as it began to tower upwards, veins branching on the surface, popping out of the skin and throbbing monstrously as the whole edifice unkinked itself fully and stuck out horizontally. Vibrating, throbbing, pulsing ominously in the air, the now-hulking member had attained a length of massive size, the angry-looking purple, flared corona separating out from the rim of stretched skin that had cushioned it to bulge and expand more massively. But it didn’t stop there. The enormous schlong kept extending, both expanding outwards in length and pointing upwards with column-like tumescence making it continue vertically. Thick, bulky tissues bulged heavily as they flushed with blood, throbbing veins wrapped around it, ripening in bunched cords around the sides and head, strong, fibrous knots of brawny muscles ridged the thick, straight length. Then it seemed to be over. Thick, clear precum was weeping continually from the head, leaking all the way down the surface of the vascularly dilated and muscularly hulking schlong, shining slickly as it slid down the thick column in lazy rivulets, before dropping once more off the pair of enormous, gleaming, smooth balls and into the puddle on the floor.

At this point Nick stood up and emerged from the car. His trousers were in shreds around his legs as he pulled himself out and stood up, facing the reception committee awaiting him. He was bare-chested, showing off enviably developed muscles, bulging pecs and a thick, ripped stretch of abdominal muscles. His trousers had just about held together around his waist, under the belted waistband, his monstrous prong protruded outwards, pointing towards those that greeted him. It throbbed menacingly as the glistening log bobbed up and down as he stepped forwards, the massive slab of smooth purple flesh pointing the way, precum gushing from the tip.

Kiki’s mouth gaped. Dixxxie put her fingers to her chin and closed it for her.

Across from Nick, apart from Kiki and Dixxxie, were three figures. It was the middle one that spoke:

‘Well unless I miss my guess, within the next ten minutes I’m going to be looking like a lolly on a stick.’

The speaker was standing between two men, naked to the waist, their trousers open. Their bodies were impressively muscular and tattooed, though not to the same size or amount of definition as Nick himself. Both of them had a genuinely-sized monstercock jutting out in front of them, thick, slablike, wrist-thick protrusions roped with veins and capped with round, shiny heads. Each were looking at being around the fourteen-inch mark, fifteen if perhaps they really stretched.

Between them was a woman, who had each of her hands on the dicks to either side of her, stroking the glistening, veiny schlongs both expertly and possessively. She had already brought both to the stage where their massive bull cocks were leaking precum freely, and her strokes of the pair of meat pistons were long and luxurious, keeping them on edge. They were absolute beastcocks, but they weren’t remotely in Nick’s league.

Nick instinctively knew he’d found the underground boss.

‘That doesn’t sound like the code phrase I was prepared for,’ he said, unseriously.

‘I think we’re past that stage,’ said the woman. ‘I think we’re already at the “split me in two” stage.’ Her voice was like honey sliding over gravel. It was thick, husky, and incredibly dirty.

‘But we haven’t been introduced,’ said Nick.

The woman smiled. She increased her rate of her jacking of the cocks on either side of her, drawing gasps and groans from the duo.

‘The name’s St. Whore. Maxxxie St Whore.’

Maxxxie was wearing a long, floor length, shiny black PVC coat with a high collar that stuck up behind her. It was completely open, flung behind her almost like a cloak, and the only part that she was really wearing were the sleeves. Her hands had fingerless, skintight gloves of the same material, though it was impossible to see how far these went up her arms. She was tall, but even taller with the stacked heels of the platform-soled black shiny PVC boots that she wore, the wide brims revealing only a few inches of flesh. She was wearing neither a bra nor panties, and had refused both, instead wearing only a black PVC cutaway corset that revealed both her tits and her pussy, cut with silver metallic buckles and trim. She had a gold chain around her waist that was decorated with the words ‘FUCK ME’ which hung off it, and an accompanying piece of jewellery that hung from her bellybutton with the accompanying word ‘WHORE’. She had large golden hoop earrings that stuck out against her long, glossy, black hair with the words ‘SLUT’ inside each of them and sported a gold choker with the words ‘CUM SLUT’ that ran around her neck. Tattooed across her clavicle in a crescent shape were the words ‘I NEVER SAW A COCK I DIDN’T SUCK’.

So much for the accoutrements. What really stuck out with Maxxxie was her insane body and unbelievable face. Nick would have put her at a little older than her colleagues, possibly as much as thirty.

Her tits were an eye-popping set of perfect tanned spheres pumped up to basketball size that projected out of her chest like a pair of blimps. The absolutely monumental globes were flawlessly tanned with a deep golden colour that added lustre to the smooth gleaming skin, formed into a pair of bloated, jutting orbs with small, high-set nipples. Each tit on its own was twice the width of her waist, which itself was a different form of sculptured perfection. Dwarfed by the ballooning swell of the giant jugs above them, Maxxxie’s waist was dramatically slender, sleek on the sides and ruthlessly flat except for the thick, deeply edged slabs of abdominal muscles that rippled in rows, etched with corrugated lines of striation which led down to her pubic mound and perfectly shaved pussy. Maxxxie’s slit was leaking fluid, the perfectly shaped pink labial lips slightly parted as thick globs of white semen dripped out of it slowly onto the floor between her legs. Maxxxie’s shapely, wide hips, and the topmost part of her quad muscles in her thighs led to a curved and generously swelling portion of glossy flesh that flared outwards into succulent and juicily thick assmeat that could be seen from the front, which on one side was decorated with a succession of small, intricately detailed tattoos that flourished over her pelvis and flowed down her right leg and over her hip onto her asscheeks and beyond. Looking more closely, Nick couldn’t quite credit it, but it appeared that these small tattoos were a series of artfully drawn penises.

Her body was an architecture of wondrous proportions, superhumanly conceived. Her tits were the biggest and roundest Nick had seen in any galaxy.

‘What should I call you?’ asked Nick, ‘Maxxxie? Or St. Whore?’

‘You can call me what you like, Stud. ‘Slut’ should cover all eventualities. What should I call you?’

‘I’m Nick Rayne.’

Maxxxie raised an eyebrow and pushed her plump lips together: ‘Nick, are you a mutant?’ she smiled suggestively.

‘No, I’m augmented,’ Nick said.

‘I’ll say,’ said Maxxxie, grinning. Her dark, smoky eyes glinted, ‘but I’d say you’re more mutated than augmented. That is a mutant fucking cock.’

Nick wasn’t sure whether that was a complement or not. Another blob of cum dolloped lazily out of Maxxxie’s slit.

‘Well I’m from off-world, as you know. Things are different out there.’

‘You’re not kidding,’ said Maxxxie, not taking her eyes from the prodigious length that Nick was causing to bob up and down in front of him, precum absolutely sluicing out the tip as a testament to the way the massively stacked sexual goddess was looking at him. She let go of the cocks on either side of her and started forwards.

‘Kiki, Dixxxie, take care of Kash and Nagan.’

At her words, the cum-dripping pair of sluts, who now had regained a modicum of decorum, made their way on their high heels to the duo of studs, kneeling down eagerly in front of them and immediately slurping messily and noisily on the pair of massive, pulsating dongs.

‘We went through a lot to get you here,’ said Maxxxie, sliding up to Nick. She stopped two and a half feet away from him, so that his mega schlong was hovering in the air, more or less horizontal, stretching between them. She put her hands on her hips, spreading her coat a little further behind her and revealing more of the tattooed cloud of stylised cocks that were scattered in a pattern over her flank and ass.

‘So did I,’ said Nick. He toyed with the idea of engaging his pc muscle and doing a kegal and levelling the drooling tip up to point at her face, but so far he resisted.

‘We’ve got a lot to talk about,’ said Maxxxie, ‘but I don’t think now is the time.’

She took a step further forwards.