Earth Girls are Easy by JB57

Earth Girls are Easy by JB57

Part I

Anita slowly returned to consciousness. Her head felt a bit fuzzy and her sense of balance seemed off. She sensed that she was not in her own bedroom. She opened her eyes slowly. She was lying on a soft surface in some place very unfamiliar. The space she was in glowed in a kind of pinkish light that seemed to emanate from the skin of the entire room, from the ceiling, floor and walls, but the entire structure was curved around her, like a kind of cocoon. She guessed the color was meant to calm her. She did feel calm, which surprised her. She had no idea of where she was or how she got there. Her last memory was of walking home after a night of clubbing. She remembered walking down the street, and then her mind went blank.

She was covered in a very thin but comfortable sheet. She realized that she was completely nude under the sheet. She sat up and looked around. The space was devoid of any furniture. Even the bed she was lying on was an extension of the wall, a curved, almost organic protrusion. She looked more closely and saw that a neatly folded piece of cloth was sitting on a ledge that extended from the wall a few meters away.

Carefully, Anita sat up and swung her bare feet onto the floor. She stood, completely naked. She could have wrapped the bedsheet around her nude body, but she was completely comfortable with her nakedness. Anita was a specimen of physical perfection. She was almost 1.83 meters tall. Her massive, double E breasts were taut, firm and perfectly shaped. They hung proud and unsupported on her chest. Perfectly shaped, thick brown nipples jutted from half-dollar sized areola. Her narrow waist curved into extravagant hips. Her round, tight ass rippled with each step. Her long, muscular legs tapered down to perfectly shaped feet. Her beautifully defined abdomen rippled and was indented by a deep, narrow slit of a navel. Her skin was a glowing, unbroken caramel. A rich, thick mane of lustrous brown hair hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were an emerald green, adding even more to her exotic beauty.

Anita was proud of her incredible body. She made her living using it and putting it on display as a nude model, but she was a highly intelligent woman. She had an advanced degree in engineering and a lifelong interest in science. She evaluated the room around her as dispassionately as possible.

Anita padded across the soft floor to the ledge and picked up the cloth. It was a single-piece garment, a short, sleeveless tunic. She slipped it onto her body. The hem of the tunic fell just far enough to reach the top of her thighs and provide some cover to her bare, shaved pussy. It was loose-fitting and completely covered her chest but did not restrain her bulging tits. It hung enticingly from her curvaceous hips.

Anita examined the room. There were no doors or windows. The material from which the room was constructed felt warm and slick and had an organic feel, though it was clearly artificial. She realized that there was apparently nothing in the room equivalent to a bathroom and she wondered where she was supposed to go to relieve herself and wash.

Just as this thought occurred to her, one wall of the room suddenly became transparent. On the other side were four strange figures. They were small, no more than a meter or so tall, and all dressed in a material similar to Anita’s tunic. Their uniforms seemed skintight. The beings’ heads were oblong and over-large for their small bodies. Their eyes were oval, black mirrors and set at an angle away from the double slits of their noses. They were humanoid in basic shape, with two arms and legs, but Anita saw that they had three highly flexible fingers on each hand.

Anita’s mind raced. She dismissed the idea that she was the victim of an elaborate prank almost immediately. Everything she had seen and felt, so far, appeared very real. As incredible as it seemed, she realized that she was the victim of an alien abduction.

Anita stared at the aliens. They stared at her. She assumed they were communicating to each other telepathically but, so far, they had made no effort to communicate with her. She walked up to the transparent wall.

“Please let me go,” she said calmly. “I don’t know what you want with me, but I don’t want to be here. Please let me go.”

The aliens seemed to respond as frantic head movements and gestures towards each other followed her words. Then the wall became opaque once more.

Anita sighed. She walked around the room some more, then returned to the bed. She wondered if they were going to experiment on her. In the stories of alien abductions she had heard about, the victims were subjected to all manner of intrusive tests before they were set free. So far, her experience did not seem to be following that pattern, but that might just be a matter of time.

She felt the urge to pee, her body’s response to the unexpected situation. In the far corner of her cell, a sudden swirl of motion attracted her attention. Something that was clearly meant to be toilet emerged from the floor. Anita walked over cautiously. She squatted over the toilet and relieved herself. She thought about washing her hands. Another swirl of motion and a basin sink extended from the floor. After she washed her hands, she thought about wanting to shower. A tube-shaped, closet-sized structure materialized from the floor, sporting what was clearly a shower arm and head. The room was attuned to looking after her needs. All she needed to do was think clearly about what she wanted.

Anita concentrated on food. A pedestal gracefully grew out of the floor on the other side of the cell. Its head was formed into a bowl that contained a number of tablets. She took one and examined it. It was a nondescript round pill, about the size of a smartie. She considered it for a moment then popped it in her mouth. It dissolved quickly and Anita was struck with a surge of energy. It was remarkable, almost intoxicating in its intensity., Anita realized that she did not feel hungry, though she also did not feel uncomfortably full, either.

Anita practiced arranging the room, using her mind to make the room form tables, chairs, couches. She raised a large bed out of the floor and even created a floor lamp and a table to put beside the bed. She concentrated on getting rid of the organic bed she had awoken on. The structure flowed back into the wall, disappearing without a trace.

Anita realized that she was remarkably calm, given the situation. She was not someone prone to panic but this lack of anxiety was unusual, even for her. She realized that something in the environment was keeping her emotional state steady.

Anita slid onto her new bed. The caramel-skinned beauty sighed as she lay back on the bed. After a moment, she sat up, pulled the tunic off her body, and threw it on the floor. She lay back, pulled the sheet around her gorgeous nude form and fell into a deep sleep. For now, she could do nothing but accept the situation. She had to have faith that some opportunity to escape, or at least to communicate, would present itself.

Anita awakened to the sound of a chime. She immediately sensed that she was not alone. She sat up, the sheet clutched to her massive chest, and saw a man sitting in a chair about 3 meters away from her bed.

Anita swung her legs to the floor. She considered reaching for the tunic but decided not to show any fear or vulnerability. She could tell, on closer examination, that this “man” was not really a man. His skin was too smooth, his features too bland. He was some kind of construct.

The man and woman stared at each other for a few moments.

“Who are you?” Anita asked.

“I am Lester 145. It is my responsibility to explain to you your situation and answer all of your questions.”

“Why am I here?” Anita asked. “What do you want from me?”

“You are here to serve as a generator for some of the psychic energy that my masters need to survive. You will serve this function by engaging in sexual congress with other beings who are also serving this purpose.”

“What?” Anita started. This entire situation sounded like an interstellar porn shoot. “Are you saying I have to fuck aliens so your ‘masters’ can get off?”

“No, that is not entirely accurate. My masters require psychic energy for sustenance. The most intense psychic energy is generated by other beings in various acts of sexual congress. This creates the most intense pleasure that most beings can feel through natural processes and it is this pleasure that my masters need. Thus, they encourage other beings to have sexual congress in their presence so that they can feed. They do not derive any sexual pleasure from the experience. In fact, they are not capable of experiencing sexual pleasure.”

Anita frowned. “Well, that’s even worse for them. Still, I guarantee you that having someone watch me fuck someone else is not going to generate a lot of ‘psychic energy’ when I don’t want to do it!”

“My masters require that their subjects must be willing participants. The energy released would be unusable if that were not the case. Also, the pleasure produced cannot be artificially induced. It must come from natural reactions or the energy would be tainted. That is why care is taken in who is selected for this process. In your case, our measurements of your libido and sexual energy indicate that you are extremely sexually voracious. In fact, the levels of sexual energy we have measured in you are among the highest we have ever recorded on any planet. This indicates that you will be capable of experiencing acute sexual pleasure and producing enormous amounts of corresponding energy.”

Anita considered this new information. It was true that she had an insatiable sexual appetite. That did not mean that she wanted to perform for aliens or that she was willing to be their meal. Though she had to admit that the prospect of spending an unknown amount of time writhing in sexual pleasure with other, sexually stimulated beings did appeal to her enormous libido. Still, she could not let her carnal appetites dictate her life. She had spent a lot of time and self-discipline making sure that she was more than just a fuck bunny in her own life and this situation was a step in the wrong direction.

Anita shook her head. “No, I’m not just going to be some plaything for your masters. I admit that the offer is appealing but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as some kind of fucktoy.”

“My masters require only that you serve them for a limited time. Once you produce enough sexual energy for them, they will release you back to your world, with your memory erased.”

Anita reconsidered. This situation appeared to be temporary, one that could be mutually beneficial to her and the aliens.

Slowly, she nodded. “Alright, maybe this can work out. How long would I need to stay here?”

“On average, subjects produce sufficient energy for my masters over the course of 60 of your Earth days.”

“That’s the average?”

“Yes.”

Anita nodded again. If what “Lester” was saying was correct, she suspected she would be producing a lot more than the average. Even if she did not, two months of fucking was bearable. “Alright,” she said. “I agree to cooperate. When do we start?”

“We will give you another day to adjust to your circumstances. In 24 hours, I will return and lead you to the staging area for your first sexual encounter. You are being paired with a Targian male.” Lester gestured and a computer console flowed up on a slim pedestal from the floor. “You can acquaint yourself with the species’ physical and sexual characteristics on this information processor. Do you have any other questions?”

“No,” Anita replied.

“I will return in 24 hours.” Lester suddenly seemed to turn to liquid. Like all the other organic structures in the room, he flowed into the floor and vanished.

Anita crossed the room to the computer console. She willed the screen to become a portable computer pad. She took the computer back to the bed. She climbed onto the bed, sitting up, and pulled the sheet over her lower body. Her heavy tits hung down on her chest, jiggling gently.

“OK, little friend, show me a ‘Targian male’.”

The screen lit up with the picture of a huge, humanoid being. The creature had large fangs curving up from its lower jaw and it was massively muscled. Its skin color was a kind of olive green and its hair was a darker shade of green-black. It had four fingers and toes. Anita realized the being looked a lot like a fantasy depiction of an orc.

She looked at the Targian’s measurements. It was a little over two meters tall but weighed more than 200 kilos – most of it solid muscle, from its appearance. The figure in the picture was nude. Anita’s eyes had been drawn immediately to the massive penis hanging between its legs. In the picture, the member was flaccid.

“How long and thick is this male’s prick when he is aroused?” she asked the computer.

It responded by suddenly projecting and inflating the penis in the picture.

“Christ almighty,” Anita whispered under her breath as she gawked at the enormous shaft now jutting out from the alien’s groin. “How big is that?” she asked the computer. She could estimate but if it had exact figures, that would be good.

Figures appeared on the screen. Anita whistled under her breath. The aroused cock was almost 30 centimeters long and 10 centimeters in diameter. She had never been penetrated by a man that large in her life, though some had come close. On the other hand, she did have some dildos at home that probably matched the Targian’s girth and she recalled taking them all the way in.

Anita felt her body growing incredibly aroused. Her tits grew tight and hot, her nipples burned. A pleasant, familiar pressure built in her stomach that flowed into her rapidly heating pussy. She felt her nether regions grow wet. Her clit pulsed and thickened, slow and hard. Anita licked her lips in anticipation as she stared at the Targian’s prick. Her eyes glazed with desire.

“Give me a closeup,” she said to the computer. The screen filled with the depiction of the aroused member.

Anita slid onto her back under the sheets. Holding the screen up to her face, her hand ran over her body, caressing and teasing her tight, hard nipples, squeezing and kneading a thick, rounded tit, before sliding down her taut, smooth belly and burying its fingers into her wet, throbbing cunt. She found her clit and began to stroke and rub, allowing her mind to imagine what it would feel like to have that shaft driven all the way into her core, ramming her like a piston, what it would feel like to have the Targian’s massive weight crushing down on her body, flattening her thick tits to her chest, their tight bellies slapping and sliding as their bodies writhed in pleasure…

She dropped the computer beside her and closed her eyes, her mind’s eye filled with the image of the swollen cock, her imagination running wild.

It took some time, but Anita’s body finally arched in pleasure. She bit her lip as she held back a scream of pleasure. She let the delicious tension flow out of her body as her pussy ejaculated, as her legs went stiff and her hips jerked in ecstatic release.

Smiling, she fell back on the bed. The anxieties of the day dropped away and she slipped into a deep sleep.

Part II

Anita woke a few hours later and slid out the bed. The sheet covering her was wet and so was the surface of the bed. She willed both to disappear into the floor, then willed them back as clean and dry. She was delighted when her experiment worked.

She was sweaty and still felt extremely horny, but she resisted the temptation to relieve herself again. Being horny when she met the Targian in the flesh would probably be good for the results they produced.

Anita showered herself clean and then imagined a fluffy towel she used to dry off. She imagined a hair dryer. An arm extended from the wall and reached to where she was standing in the shower. It released a comfortable flow of hot air. Soon, she felt fresh and clean. She imagined a brush, a dresser and a mirror and sat down to brush out her thick, lustrous hair. When she was done, she did not bother getting dressed in the tunic.

Anita retrieved the computer, sat in a comfortable chair that she modeled on her favorite sitting place at home, and continued her research into the Targian male anatomy. She wanted to learn as much as she could about the massive alien’s erogenous zones and sexual pleasures and inclinations. Was his cock as sensitive as that of a human male? Were there particular parts of his body that could be stimulated to create more pleasure or, alternatively, that should be avoided? For the most part, it turned out that Targian males and human males were very similar. If anything, Targians were even more sensitive and, consequently, capable of feeling truly enormous sexual pleasure.

“How much stamina does a Targian male have when he is having sex?” Anita asked the computer. She smiled as she received the answer. The average Targian male could last at least three to four hours before he was sexually depleted. This particular Targian male, the one for whom she would be spreading her legs, could last considerably longer. Apparently, his longest time in the saddle had been twelve hours. That was very good, much better than a human male, at least in Anita’s considerable experience. Despite her incredible libido (or because of it) she had never been satisfied in her encounters with men. They simply could not keep up with her and she usually ended a night in man’s bed by going home and finishing herself off with a sex toy, normally one of her giant-sized dildos. Even then, Anita was usually left with a desire for more.

Anita most often got the greatest sexual pleasure from other woman. In her experience, nothing could beat rubbing hard, throbbing clits with another beautiful bitch all night long. Again, however, her experience had been that very few women could really match her body and her sexual hunger long enough to satisfy her. So far, she had only been rivaled in bed and libido by two women and even those experiences had not completely scratched her sexual itch.

Anita continued to test the capabilities of the room. She realized that she could get the room to create a kind of mannequin of the Targian body that she could use to experiment. However, after only a few minutes, she willed the construct to disappear. It felt odd using a sex doll and she decided it made more sense to keep some mystery and anticipation before her alien encounter. Still, it was good to know that the room could provide her with some very realistic sex toys, if she needed them.

To give herself a fuller picture of what the Targian would expect of her, she read up on Targian females as well. Again, they were very close to humans, having all the same secondary sexual characteristics. They seemed to be naturally voluptuous. Anita quickly determined that she was still considered very, very voluptuous even by Targian standards. Targian females also had well-developed clits and an extraordinary libido. Their average sexual stamina easily matched, and usually exceeded, that of the males.

Anita understood that the aliens had to mate their captives with species with which they were sexually compatible and who they found attractive, or else their endeavor could not work. They were probably a limited number of humanoid species in the galaxy. She was amazed that humans and Targians were as close as they were and she wondered if they shared some kind of common ancestry. Maybe human life really did start in space, just in a much more direct way than some of the most speculative theories suggested.

After a few more hours of study, she went back to bed to rest for the ordeal to come. If this Targian’s cock was as big and stamina was as great as the computer indicated, she was in for a long, hard ride. She drifted off to sleep, enjoying the sexual tension and anticipation building in her body. Again, she resisted the urge to masturbate herself to sleep.

A chime brought her back to wakefulness. Lester was standing near the far curve of her room, his hands folded behind his back.

“I am here to escort you to the staging area,” he said blandly.

Anita nodded and slipped out of bed. “I just want to prepare a bit,” she said.

She relieved herself. She was completely unconcerned about Lester’s presence. Her mind accepted that he was an artificial being. She washed her face, brushed out her hair, and drank a large glass of water. She took a deep breath. Her massive tits rose and fell, their swollen nipples aching with growing tension. Anita pulled on the tunic. She took another food pill and enjoyed the jolt of energy she instantly received. She turned to face Lester.

“I’m ready.”

Lester turned to the wall of the room. It flowed apart to open onto an organic pink corridor. This was like a tube, with rounded sides and a flat floor only where it needed to be flat to allow them to walk.

“Will your masters be in the room as we fuck?” Anita asked Lester.

“No, they will not be visible to you. They will be in an adjacent room, connected to a device that transmits the psychic energy of your sexual pleasure from the room where you are active to where they are. They will be feeding on some of the energy.”

“Hmph. That doesn’t sound creepy at all.”

Lester did not respond to her sarcasm. “The masters have found that their presence often dissuades their subjects from fully enjoying their encounter. There are some individuals and species who prefer to perform in front of an audience. If that is your preference, at this time or in the future, just inform me and I will make the necessary arrangements.”

Anita did not respond. In fact, she had been to a few sex clubs in her time. One time, she had taken on five men at once, in the hopes of them satisfying her libido. They had come close, but still had not been enough. She and the men had attracted quite a collection of spectators before they were done and she did get a powerful thrill out of it. That experience had also convinced her that her raging libido was taking control of her life. She had not been back to a sex club since.

They walked for some time and Anita wondered how large the alien ship was and where it was located. There was nothing that she saw or felt that actually indicated she was aboard a spacecraft. It seemed a reasonable assumption but she realized that there were other possibilities. Perhaps they were in some kind of adjacent dimensional pocket or some location on another planet. Maybe they were even in some secret location on Earth, though that seemed highly unlikely. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious and away from her home. She would need to ask this of Lester or her computer when she had a chance.

Lester abruptly came to a stop and gestured at the wall. There was nothing in that spot that seemed any different from the long, pink corridor they had been walking through to that point – at least, nothing that Anita saw – but a hole opened in the wall. Lester stepped into the new room. Anita followed him, her heart pounding with excitement, anticipation, and a bit of fear. For the first time, it really dawned on her that she was about to fuck an alien. Was she the first human woman to ever do this? She doubted it, but it was possible. Something else to ask about later.

The room was lit with earth-tone colors – varieties of brown, touches of red and yellow flowing in and out on the walls. The space was filled with a warm yellow light. The effect was comforting and, surprisingly, not disorienting. There was no furniture in the room except for a large square bed in the center of the room. It was covered in a sheet and had pillows and cushions, but nothing to indicate where the head was. Anita concentrated and, to her delight, a headboard flowed up behind the bed. She concentrated again and turned into a set of interlocking pipes that she could grip if she needed to hold onto something when she was being fucked. She considered getting rid of the structure until she needed it but decided it might be too hard to concentrate on conjuring something if her cunt was being reamed at the same time.

Anita looked around for the Targian male but he was not yet present. Something occurred to her.

“What is the name of this Targian male I’ll be fucking?” she asked Lester.

“He goes by the appellation ‘Grimmar the Mighty’.”

“Yeah, sounds like an Orc,” Anita murmured. She would need to make sure he did not maul her with his fangs while in the throes of passion. She had noted that Targian women did not have fangs, so that must be an aspect of sex that the race had already worked out. Or maybe they just got used to being bitten.

The far wall of the room suddenly rippled apart and the room doubled in size. Anita realized that Grimmar had been present in an adjoining chamber that had now combined with the one she was in to form one large space.

Grimmar turned around and faced Anita and Lester from across the room. The green alien’s muscles rippled on his perfect body. The Targian was massive and incredibly intimidating. Anita was surprised to see that he was already naked and she wondered if she was meant to be nude as well. She decided to keep her tunic on, for the moment.

“I will leave you together. Please enjoy yourselves and take as long as you need. If you need anything that the space cannot provide you, just call my name and I will come.”

Lester flowed into the floor and was gone. Anita gulped as her eyes locked with Grimmar’s glowing red gaze. Her stomach flipped over, a combination of fear and excitement. Her nipples grew hot and her pussy clenched in apprehension and building erotic tension.

The Targian approached Anita slowly. She could see that he was trying not to frighten her and she immediately felt her fear drop away. Anita smiled at the approaching giant. He stopped about two meters away from her and let his gaze sweep over her curvaceous body. Anita could see the alien’s flaccid cock start to tighten and swell. Clearly, he liked what he saw.

“Hello,” Anita said tentatively. “My name is Anita.”

The Targian began responding in a guttural snarl. There was a sudden acoustic blur and then Anita could understand what he was saying. The room was translating for them.

“I am Grimmar, the Mighty,” the Targian said. His voice was low and deep but also surprisingly gentle. “I am from the planet Targar. Where are you from?”

Anita knew that the Targian must have had access to the same information about her that she had about him. He probably knew the answer to his question, but he was trying to make her comfortable. She appreciated the man’s effort to put her at ease. “I am a human woman from a planet we call ‘Earth’,” she explained. “I’m sorry, but this is my first time here, doing this, and you are the first alien male I’ve been asked to fuck. Have you been here long? Have you been performing for these beings for long?”

“I have been here for about 100 days,” Grimmar replied. Anita realized the space was translating the amount of time into terms she could understand. She wondered if it was accurate and she wondered why Grimmar had not already left if 60 days was the average time for subjects to stay. Was he below average in the energy he provided? Had Lester lied to her?

“That is what they tell me, at least,” Grimmar continued. “I can leave in another 15 days but I have decided to stay longer. I have already extended my stay twice.”

Anita started at that. “Really? Why?”

The Targian smiled. “Do you really need to ask, Earth woman? I am a man with a very powerful urge to mate with beautiful women. I am…extremely gifted, even among the males of my people, who are renowned for their sexual appetite. Here, I am being asked to do what I love to do the most with some of the most beautiful women from the most beautiful species in the entire galaxy. If I can stay even longer, I will.”

The Targian’s eyes were glowing with lust. Anita gulped. She felt her libido rising, deep within her core. She glanced down and saw that Grimmar’s cock had swollen up to enormous size. Targian men lacked pubic hair, so the massive shaft looked even bigger and more frightening. It was jutting out from his groin, standing at attention, but she could see it growing and thickening even as she watched.

“You make a very good case,” Anita smiled. She licked her dry lips. Her nipples tented the material of her tunic, as hard as rocks. Her breasts throbbed, on fire, swollen with arousal, a heavy, shifting load on her chest. Her pussy burned and pulsed and she feel her clit thickening into a hard, dense fuck finger. She felt almost feverish with desire. She could not stop looking at Grimmar’s enormous cock.

“Oh god,” Anita thought to herself. “I want to feel that prick all the way up my cunt!”

“I have fucked many gorgeous women in my time here, Anita,” Grimmar said. He stepped a bit closer to her. She was captivated by the erotic, musky smell that emanated from his powerfully muscled body. “You are among the most beautiful in face. I can see much of your body and it seems just as beautiful as I would imagine. Will you let me see all of your naked body now?”

Anita smiled, her lips trembling with a combination of apprehension and lust. She stepped back, putting a bit more space between her and Grimmar. He did not close the gap, waiting to see what she would do. It was not unheard of for someone to run away from these encounters, to be frightened off by the enormous size of his member, but that was very rare. The aliens chose their subjects well.

Anita reached down, crossed her hands at the hem of her short tunic, and slowly peeled the tight garment up her lush body. Her dripping pussy was revealed first. She saw Grimmar’s eyes fix on her naked pudenda, her dripping fuck slit, and watched ravenous hunger light his face. He licked his lips in anticipation. The garment slid over her wide hips and up her smooth, taut belly. The Targian man’s eyes followed its progress, drinking in every centimeter of Anita’s silken caramel colored flesh as it was slowly unveiled. The tunic slid up her massive tits, straining against the meaty glands and lifting them high up her chest as she pulled the cloth over her head. Anita’s tits dropped heavily as the tunic released them and bounced deliciously as they plopped back into place, jiggling and quivering as they settled.

Anita threw her tunic aside and stood before Grimmar, completely nude. She placed her hands on her lower belly, on either side of her steaming genitals, and framed her clean-shaven, succulent cunt. Her cunt lips were wet and tiny drops of moisture dotted the floor at her feet. A trickle of juice ran down her inner thighs.

“Are you ready to fuck, Grimmar?” Anita whispered. She could barely speak. Her throat was constricted with tension and lust.

“You are magnificent,” the Targian growled. His eyes were shining with lust. His voice was hoarsened by his building desire.

Grimmar reached out slowly and cupped Anita’s massive tits. Even his huge hands were not enough to contain the succulent glands. He kneaded them gently and ran his thumbs over her stiff nipples. Anita threw back her head and cried out as the intense pleasure surged through her entire body. She reached down and wrapped her warm hands around Grimmar’s monstrous, pulsing shaft. Grimmar moaned, then cried out and stopped moving, his muscles trembling as he was almost paralyzed with pleasure. Anita remembered the Targian prick was even more sensitive than the human male prick, so she stroked gently. She certainly did not want him going off too soon. She could feel Grimmar’s cock growing even thicker, harder, in her hands.

Grimmar pulled Anita’s hands off his shaft. He held her hands gently as he closed his eyes and concentrated. Anita was surprised and gratified to see the Targian’s fangs quickly retract, slipping into a pocket inside his mouth. Grimmar’s entire face softened. He smiled at her. Anita smiled back.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, happy now to have the world of kissing and tongue-play opened to them. Grimmar pulled Anita’s nude body to his own. Eagerly, the Earth woman threw herself into his arms. She moaned in joy as her thick tits crushed hard and taut to Grimmar’s barrel chest. Anita felt Grimmar’s massive cock pushing at her belly as it slid between their bodies, its hardness stabbing both of them. She wrapped her arms around Grimmar’s neck and he pulled her in a tight bearhug, squashing her tits to his chest. Their hungry mouths locked, their long, powerful tongues stroked and twisted, hot spit flowing between them like nectar. Grimmar’s hands explored Anita’s back eagerly, stroking and tracing her curved spine down to her round, firm ass, gripping and squeezing her perfect buttocks, a digit tracing the appealing crack of her ass.

Anita hopped up and wrapped her powerful, slick thighs around Grimmar’s hips. She felt his monstrous prick pushing at her cunt lips, threatening to invade her steaming hot fuckhole. She wriggled her body against him, her bulging tits rolling and mashing on his chest, as she positioned herself with her cunt ready to be violated by his pulsing prick. She broke their kiss, gasping, out of breath.

“Do it,” Anita moaned. “Shove it into me! Do it now! Fuck me!”

Gripping Anita’s round, pear-shaped ass, Grimmar aimed his monstrous cock at the woman’s cunt and thrust with his hips even as he pulled Anita’s body down onto his meat spear. He penetrated Anita’s tight twat, his shaft burning into her as it spread and stretched her cunt lips. Anita cried out in pain and joy as the enormous prick forced its way deeper and deeper into her tight, hot twat.

Grimmar spun around, supporting Anita, and walked the few steps to the bed. He threw their locked bodies onto the bed. Anita crushed under his enormous weight. She spread her legs wide and tilted her hips up, welcoming his deeper penetration. Grimmar gathered his strength, pulled his hips back a bit, then rammed into Anita in a single, overpowering thrust. His monstrous shaft drove into her like a meaty knife, filling her to the brim in an instant, spreading her tight cunt to its limits, spearing her all the way down to her womb. Anita whooped in ecstasy. The pain was intense, it felt like she was being split in two. In an instant, when he was all the way inside her and she felt her vaginal walls contracting around the intruder, gripping it and sucking at the massive prick, the pain transformed into pure ecstasy.

“Oh yes, OH FUCKING GOD, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!!” Anita shrieked. She bucked her hips hard, actually lifting the incredible weight of the Targian man on top of her off the bed for a moment.

Their mouths locked, their tongues knotted in passion. Grimmar’s ass pumped, pulling back and then driving forward, working hard, riding Anita’s juicy, convulsing cunt. Anita pulled in the opposite direction then thrust up, bringing their taut bellies together in a tight clap with every thrust, increasing the exquisite friction between their mating genitals. She gripped the Targian man’s ass tightly, sinking her fingers as best she could into the rock-hard assmeat, and moving with him and then against him, using her vaginal muscles to squeeze and tease, gripping and releasing, helping the tension and pleasure build and build. Her swollen clit rubbed relentlessly against the thrusting prick, until it felt like waves of fire were rushing through her trembling body with every deep thrust.

Anita held her orgasm back, determined to make the alien stud ride her as hard and as long as he could. When Grimmar had mentioned to her all the other alien women he had fucked, he had awakened in Anita a competitive need. She wanted to be the best fuck he had in this place, the best fuck of his life. She was determined to make him cum inside of her, to drain him dry, to ride him until his prick was flaccid and weak.

It was more than an hour of constant pounding and furious fucking until Grimmar finally came. The rutting pair were soaked in sweat, the room was awash in the scent of hot, driving sex, the air was filled with the grunts, moans and snarls of two sexually charged beasts. Grimmar threw back his head and howled, unable to hold back an instant longer. His prick contracted and he ejaculated with incredible force. Anita felt the hot, steaming cum filling her insides, erupting deep in her core like a fire hose. It was indescribably wonderful and she let herself go, releasing the pounding orgasm that had built in her core.

The alien couple writhed and twisted, their beautiful bodies twined and locked, as they pulled several more orgasms out of each other, kissing hungrily, moaning and crying out as they shared intense pleasure. Finally, Grimmar collapsed on top of Anita, panting like he had fought a Targian tiger. Anita gasped desperately as she wrapped her limbs around his powerful body and held on, reveling in the delicious feeling of his hard chest crushing the tight, throbbing balls of her dense titmeat into her chest, of their sweat-soaked bellies flat and hot. Grimmar’s massive shaft pulsed inside of her, balls-deep, sealed inside of her, forming one body. She squeezed him hard and he bucked and moaned as he ejaculated again.

After some time, Grimmar rolled off of Anita, his massive prick pulling out of the tight, hot sheath of her cunt with a sucking sound. A gush of his creamy ejaculate came with him, splattering all over the woman’s naked pudenda, trickling down to coat her inner thighs and upper belly. A string of cum linked the tip of Grimmar’s cock to Anita’s red hot fuck slit. Anita smiled as the cool air of the room kissed her throbbing tits. Her erect nipples flared even hotter. She rejoiced in what they had just done to each other. Her libido was far from satisfied, however. In fact, it felt more like Grimmar’s massive cum dumps inside of her womb had lit an intense fire. She wanted more. She wanted so much more.

Grimmar turned his head to smile at Anita.

“That was wonderful, human woman,” he grunted. “Your fire, your strength…I can tell right now that you will be among the most sought-after fucks in this entire place. The way you use your beautiful body is almost incomparable…”

Anita frowned a bit. Grimmar was being far too cagey in what he was saying. Clearly, he was comparing her to other women he had fucked in this place and found her a wonderful lay but still not necessarily the best he had yet had. Before they were done here, she was going to change that. She remembered that Grimmar’s longest coupling here had been 12 hours. She wondered if that was how long it took to drain him dry until he could not get his prick to stand. Anita decided to find out.

Anita rolled towards Grimmar, pressed her heavy tits into his arm and threw one perfect, muscled leg across his body.

“Baby,” she purred, “Don’t even think about stopping yet. That was just the warm-up. We haven’t even begun to fuck.”

Grimmar smiled. Anita climbed on top of the Targian, straddling him, her thighs on either side of his hips, her hands on his chest. She raised herself up and positioned her burning twat over his shaft. Grimmar’s cock had softened a bit after his last series of ejaculations, but it was still hard. As his sensitive prick’s head caressed the slick, hot canal of Anita’s welcoming cunt slit, intense sexual stimulation flooded his body and his shaft hardened into rock. He reached up to fill his hands with the Earth woman’s massive tits. Grimmar squeezed and kneaded the thick, taut balls of flesh, he played with her pebble-hard nipples. Anita powered her cunt onto Grimmar’s prick, slowly and inexorably impaling herself on his spear, sliding him into her, taking him in until her naked pudenda sucked tight to the smooth flesh where his hairless groin met his enormous cock. Their bodies were one mass of steaming flesh once again and she went to work massaging and working his prick. She rocked her hips and thrust up and down, beating unbearable pleasure into his supine body.

Grimmar worked Anita’s tits hard, he pushed himself up, buried his face in her chest, and licked, suck and bit at the huge, firm glands. Anita kept riding her Targian lover, her hips thrusting back and forth, up and down, until his prick felt like it was on fire, until the fire filled his belly and fed delicious pleasure and tension into his muscles. Anita moaned and groaned. Her engorged clit rubbed and rubbed on the man’s cock, growing hotter and fuller with every thrust. She ran her hands through her thick hair, she held Grimmar’s hands tightly to her tits, encouraging him to keep squeezing, massaging, biting and licking the succulent glands. She clawed at his muscular chest, scratching and biting in passion and pure ecstasy.

Grimmar erupted like a volcano, his body jerking in spasms as he shot load after load of hot cum deep into Anita’s ravenous twat. The woman threw back her head and screamed in joy as she felt the delicious juices filling her to the brim, then she let herself go and ejaculated powerfully, gushing her juices out onto Grimmar’s belly. She rocked and thrashed in the throes of exquisite agony before she collapsed onto the man’s chest.

After a while, Anita slid herself off of Grimmar’s shaft and rolled onto the bed beside him. They were panting, sweating, their bodies vibrating with pleasure. Both wanted more. Grimmar rolled Anita onto her stomach. Anita instantly realized what he intended and got to her knees. She gripped the headboard that she had imagined into existence for exactly this purpose and spread her legs and arched her back to present her cum-dripping cunt and her pear-shaped ass to her alien lover. She looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled lasciviously.

“Ass or cunt, baby, it doesn’t matter to me, just shove it in balls-deep,” she purred.

Grimmar shoved a thick digit into Anita’s tight, hot asshole, loosening the opening, preparing it for his invasion. He aimed his rapidly rejuvenated prick at the dripping orifice. He gripped Anita’s muscular hips, placed the head of his massive shaft on the puckered mouth of her anus, and shoved hard. Anita screamed in agony and absolute erotic ecstasy as the rock-hard spear penetrated her asshole, driving deep and hard with one continuous stroke. Grimmar grunted and gasped as he found himself having to push harder to break through the tightness, but his hanging balls finally slapped on Anita’s ass and his shaft buried itself as deep into her luscious body as it could go. Anita gripped the headboard tightly, sweat dripping from her body, her lush brown hair hanging like a curtain over her face. Her beautiful face contorted in a rictus of agony and ecstasy. She panted raggedly, the intense pain of the penetration turning quickly into a surging pleasure, filling her to overflowing. Grimmar reached around and grasped her hanging tits, holding them like handles. He caressed and kneaded the thick glands. He pulled himself out of her asshole almost halfway, then thrust back in, hard. Anita moaned in pleasure, the overpowering sensations reverberated through her body like the impact of a bat on a drum.

Grimmar ass-fucked Anita for another hour until his body went stiff in pleasure and he shot his load again and again into her anal canal. Anita trembled with pleasure as she released the intense orgasm she had been holding back. She sobbed with joy as her body quivered as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Grimmar pulled himself out of Anita’s ass then, immediately, drove himself into her cunt from behind. The beautiful woman moaned in bliss and took it again, took the pounding with unrelenting pleasure filling her to the point of explosion until she came over and over, accompanying Grimmar as he emptied more loads of cum into the human woman’s incredible body.

Grimmar pulled himself out and collapsed on the bed. They had been fucking for more than five hours. Anita felt like a new door had been opened for her. Her libido seemed to be more charged than ever, further away from satisfaction than before. She wanted more and more and she was determined to get it.

Anita slid onto Grimmar’s body, then down until she was face to face with his still-hard prick. Her teeth and tongue soon had the throbbing member hard as rock again. She took him as far down her throat as she could, controlling her gag reflex as his monstrous prick filled the warm, hot cavern of her mouth. She sucked and licked, nibbled and rubbed, torturing the Targian man’s incredibly sensitive member until he exploded in a series of trembling orgasms. As he came, Anita fixed her mouth over his ejaculating prick and took as much of his discharge as she could, swallowing most of it. What she saved, she drooled onto his prick, lubricating the turgid shaft.

When Grimmar could move again, he rolled Anita onto her back, pinned her to the bed, and worked his way down her incredibly voluptuous body. He kneaded and sucked her massive, juicy tits, biting her nipples and titmeat ferociously. He licked her belly and traced her lush curves with his hands and fingers, he buried his face in her naked pudenda and teased her swollen clit with his tongue, until she was gasping and writhing, moaning and twisting, her powerful, sweaty thighs locked around his head. He sucked and nibbled on her clit, he tongued her fuck hole. His finger probed her ass and slid deep into her twat. It took him nearly two hours, but he finally brought Anita to a screaming orgasm. He happily swallowed back her ejaculate, pleased to have finally satisfied the insatiable vixen.

To Grimmar’s amazement, Anita was not done. Their marathon fucking went on and on. They lay on their sides and 69ed, bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm. Grimmar rested Anita’s legs on his shoulders and fucked her like a machine, driving his shaft into her like a battering ram, doing all he could to exhaust her. When he had finished ejaculating into her pussy, he started again from the same position, but penetrated her ass instead.

Hours later, Grimmar finally surrendered. He was lying on his back with Anita on top of him, pleasuring his shaft between her massive breasts, giving him a titfuck, her thick, dense glands rubbing and gripping his prick, overwhelming the sensitive flesh with intense stimulation. He ejaculated powerfully, cumming into her gorgeous face. Anita fastened her mouth to the tip of his shaft and eagerly took the rest down her throat.

Grimmar fell back onto the bed. His prick was flaccid, lying like a slimy snake on his muscular thigh. Anita crawled up beside him. She slid her body next to his. His cum was leaking out of all of the orifices of her incredible body. Anita pressed her lush curves into Grimmar’s side, and reached down to stroke and rub his expended member. The quivering shaft stirred slightly, but could not grow any further.

“What is this?” Anita cooed, smiling like a predator, her eyes shining with heat and desire. “Surely you’re not done yet, Grimmar the Mighty? Why is your little prick so soft?”

Grimmar smiled, but he could barely move. “You are a demon, woman. Only one other woman in my life has managed to drain me dry, to the point that I cannot even harden my shaft. Before you, I thought she was the best fuck of my life. Now, I am not sure.”

Anita frowned. “If you can get it up one more time, I’ll make sure you know that I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

“I cannot. I know when I am beaten. You have drained me completely. You have given me pleasure beyond almost anything I have had before. I hope you will be willing to do this again.”

Anita fell back onto the bed, her massive tits bouncing. She was tired, her pussy was sore, so was her asshole. She could not remember the last time a man had fucked her so completely. Yet, she knew that she was still not satisfied. She had experienced more wonderfully intense orgasms than she could count, yet the fire deep in her core burned brightly. She pushed back the frustration. Her sexual appetite was betraying her. She turned her thoughts back to the qualified endorsement Grimmar had given to her sexual skills.

“I’ll be happy to fuck you again, Grimmar. I can’t have you thinking that someone else is a better fuck than I am.”

Grimmar smiled again. “I will be meeting the woman in question in the next few days, I think. I will be sure to tell her about you. I think she needs to know that she now has some real competition.”

Anita started. For some reason, Anita had assumed the woman was no longer present. But, of course, Grimmar had only been a willing captive on this alien energy farm for a 100 days. The likelihood was that the woman was still around.

“Who is this woman?” Anita asked, a bit sharply.

Grimmar looked at her, catching her tone of voice, and smiled. “Not to worry, Anita. When I first saw you, I was shocked to see that you are every bit her equal. Your body is just as magnificent as her body, your cunt is just as tight and hot, your breasts are every bit as big and firm. The way you move your ass and your hips, all of these things rival her. And you have just exhausted me, something no woman had done before her. You have no reason to feel inferior to her in any way.”

Anita felt a bit annoyed. She tried not to show it. “I don’t feel ‘inferior,’” she said sweetly. “I am just curious as to who this miracle woman is.”

Grimmar smiled, his expression momentarily lost in pleasant memories. “Her name is Lanara. She is a great beauty from the planet of Denaran. Apparently, the alien masters here told her that she was the most sexually powerful specimen they ever caught. After lying with her, I can believe that. The woman is insatiable, a true goddess of sex. She is beautiful and voluptuous, her sexual skills are second to none, and her hunger for cock, her hunger for pleasure, is limitless.”

He focused his eyes and smiled at Anita again. “But you can definitely compete with her in every category,” he repeated. Anita looked deeply into Grimmar’s eyes. She had the sense that, at some level, he did not think she could match this woman Lanara, from the planet of Denaran.

Lester appeared, flowing up from the floor.

“It seems that you have finished with each other,” Lester said blandly. “Thank you very much. The amount of energy your encounter produced for the masters was truly phenomenal. It was among the top six generators of energy that has been produced over the past year. That is a remarkable achievement for your first encounter, Anita.”

Anita slid off the bed and picked up her tunic. Her legs felt a bit weak and her genitals and asshole were sore. They had taken quite a pounding over the course of the last several hours. She did not know how long she and the Targian man had fucked, but she suspected it may have been 12 hours. She would need to ask Lester. She pulled on her tunic.

Grimmar was having problems standing. Anita smiled proudly when she saw that. He staggered back to the section of the room he had been in before their encounter started. He picked a tunic off a ledge and slid it on. Another Lester rose out of the floor to stand in front of Grimmar, apparently to take him back to his room.

Grimmar turned to gesture goodbye to Anita. “Thank you for this, Anita,” the Targian man rumbled. “This has been a truly memorable experience. I hope that we have many more before one or both of us leave this place.”

“It was great fun, Grimmar,” Anita replied. “You are one delicious fuck. Definitely the best I’ve ever had from any man. I hope we can do this again very soon.”

The wall separating the two rooms flowed back into place. Anita turned to Lester, who was waiting for her.

“Let’s go back to my room, Lester.”

“Indeed.”

Lester led Anita down the hall. She was lost in thought. “Lester?”

“Yes?”

“How many more times do I need to generate energy for your masters before I meet my expected quota?”

“If you continue to generate the kind of energy you did over the past 12 hours, you need only do it five more times.”

“What? Just five?”

“Yes. You are enormously sexually powerful, Anita. We knew this from the start. When we were scanning your planet for sexually powerful humans, your signal jumped out immediately. As I believe I told you, you had one of the strongest signals we have received in a very long time. Our present mission is very unusual because we had earlier picked up another extraordinarily powerful signal. To have two of you in place at the same time has never happened before.”

It took a moment for what Lester was saying to fully register with Anita. “What? You’re saying this other super signal is on board right now?”

“Yes. A woman from the planet Denaran. She has been part of our program for 150 days.”

Anita frowned. This Denaran bitch again. She was not surprised. Her competitive instincts kicked into gear. “Is her signal stronger than mine?”

“It is too difficult to compare. On the scale, it looks like you and she are roughly equal in raw power. How you use it may vary, however.”

“Why has this woman been part of your program for so long? She must have passed her quota by now.”

“Yes, she certainly has. Like you, she had the potential to meet that quota in six sessions and she did. However, she enjoyed our program and she has renewed her involvement several times. She refers to herself as ‘the best fuck in the galaxy’ and her partners seem to agree.”

Anita bristled a bit, but said nothing.

“Anita,” Lester said. “I have some information to impart to you regarding your sexual performance.”

“Oh? I thought you said it was a very successful session?”

“It was. However, we have noticed that you finished the session without attaining your own sexual satisfaction. While you clearly experienced a great deal and extreme intensity of pleasure, you were also far short of what you are capable of experiencing. Our readings on this were quite clear.”

Anita considered this. What Lester was saying was not surprising. As toe-curling and delicious as her tryst with Grimmar had been, there remained a voracious sexual hunger deep inside of her. The encounter with Grimmar had been a very healthy, tasty snack but the hunger remained unsatiated.

Lester continued. “If you can achieve your full potential, we believe that you will produce a quality of sexual energy that is very rare and extremely valuable. We encourage you to try your best to achieve this goal. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help you.”

They had reached Anita’s room, something she only realized when the artificial construct stopped and turned to the wall. The wall opened and Anita entered the familiar space.

“The way you said that makes it sound like your masters are storing the energy we create.”

“Yes, that is correct. This mission is designed to find and store as much energy as possible. The masters use that energy for their own nourishment, but their primary focus is on gathering. The quality of the sexual encounter produces energy of different quality. What you just did with Grimmar was very valuable but we know that you can do much more.”

A thought occurred to Anita. “Does anybody else on board have this same problem?”

“Yes. The woman from Denaran faces the same kind of ailment.”

Anita smiled grimly. This woman from Denaran was getting on her nerves.

“If you need anything, please call me. I will appear immediately.”

“Thanks Lester. Goodnight.”

“It is not night. We are in a non-contemporaneous subspace bubble. Time does not operate here in the way it does in regular space.”

Anita started. “Does that mean that no time is passing on my world?”

“For you, it does not have to. When you finish here, we will return you to the place we acquired you only a few seconds after you were taken.”

Anita nodded. That made sense and certainly answered some questions.

“So, are we in some kind of vessel?”

“Yes. This vessel can travel through regular space and subspace. We spend most of our time in subspace in order to enable our subjects to be returned to regular space at whatever times are necessary.”

Lester flowed into the floor. Anita considered this new information, but soon put it out of her head. She stripped off her tunic and took a long, hot shower. She washed off the cum and sweat that coated her extravagantly voluptuous body and her hair. She smiled. It had been fantastic sex and a truly wonderful encounter. She could not wait to get on the receiving end of Grimmar’s cock again.

As she walked across the room to her bed, however, the reality that she was still not reaching her potential bothered her. What would it take to do that? What would it feel like to experience such intense pleasure? What she had experienced with Grimmar had been pretty incredible. What would it be like to feel pleasure so much greater, enough to truly satisfy her libidinal hunger?

Anita popped another food pill and smiled as the rush of energy hit her. She realized that she no longer needed to sleep. She decided to sleep anyway. She needed to rest her mind, if not her body.

“Tomorrow is another day,” Anita murmured to herself. She smiled. Not here, it wasn’t.

Part III

“OH GOD, FUCKING GOD!!” Anita screamed. She gripped the headboard of the bed desperately and held on, trembling with pleasure as a massive cock penetrated her pussy from behind and speared her down to her core. Her body was soaked with sweat, her tits swung wildly from her chest, as the alien male behind her rode her cunt like a jackhammer, pumping furiously. His hips slapped rhythmically into Anita’s taut ass, beating out a tattoo.

The male was an Exergarian. The men of his race had four powerful arms and one enormous cock and he used all five appendages to great effect. Two of his hands gripped Anita’s muscular hips. Another hand reached around her trembling body and gripped and squeezed one of her swaying, meaty tits, twisting the rock-hard nipple. His fourth hand pulled Anita’s hair, dragging her head back, adding a further element of pain to the incredible pleasure wracking her body.

Anita was sure she would be split in two. The prick filling her cunt to overflowing was almost more than she could handle. It was even longer and thicker than Grimmar’s impressive endowment and the red-skinned, four armed alien it was attached to drove himself into her like a piston.

She loved it.

The Exergarian male released one of her hips and used the hand to grip her other tit. Anita moaned in delight as she felt an excruciatingly powerful orgasm build and build inside of her core. This was going to be big one, maybe the strongest of their encounter. So far, they had all been enormous orgasms. She and the alien male had been going at each other for eight or nine hours and neither showed any sign of giving out or giving up.

Anita loved exhausting the males she was fucking. She had a one hundred percent success rate. She had been doing this for about 60 days and she had extended her participation several times already. The alien masters were more than happy to accept her offer of staying on. She was producing enormous, high-quality energy for them, but she had still not broken through her own barriers and achieved full satisfaction, despite the incredible pleasure she took from her erotic encounters.

Anita knew that the aliens were pairing her with partners who were the most skilled and enduring of the males in their menagerie. They wanted her fuckfests to last as long as possible but they were also determined to harvest the exquisite energies she would release when she finally achieved complete orgasmic satisfaction. They continued to hope they could find the right partner to help her achieve the ultimate bliss of her full potential.

“AAAARRRGGGGHHH!!” the Exergarian roared as he came deep inside of Anita, his cum exploding in her core like a bomb. The alien’s cum was particularly hot and even had properties that enhanced the pleasure of the woman receiving the ejaculate, an evolutionary trick that had worked well for the species. Anita cried out, enjoying the delicious pleasure of feeling steaming hot cum release inside of her deepest womanhood. She cried out as the intoxicating cum saturated her system. She let herself go and trembled and moaned through deliciously powerful multiple orgasms. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze and massage the male’s massive cock, milking a few more orgasms out of him as he shuddered in ecstasy, gripping both of her tits and squeezing hard. He collapsed onto Anita’s sweat-soaked body. Anita fell to the bed’s surface as the alien’s weight forced her down. They lay like that for some time, Anita crushed beneath the alien’s weight, both panting furiously, soaked in sweat and sharing heat. The alien finally withdrew his monstrous shaft from Anita’s cunt and rolled off of her body. He sprawled on the bed, exhausted, his thick red member lying flaccid and defeated on his belly.

“Are you ready for another round, baby?” Anita purred. She stretched herself on the alien’s side and reached down to stroke and caress his wilted prick.

“I cannot, Anita,” the alien male groaned. “You have truly drained away all my strength. I don’t have a drop of cum left in me.” He wrapped two of his arms around her and drew her closer to his body.

Anita ran her fingers up the male’s abdomen and along his chest. “Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?” she purred.

“Yes,” the Exergarian answer immediately. He paused. “Well, maybe. There is a Denaran woman who fucked me a little while ago. She was incredible too. When she was done with me, I couldn’t walk.”

By now, Anita was used to this deflection. She still found the constant presence of Lanara in the background to be irritating.

“Can you walk now?”

“God, no. I will need to lie here for a while before I can get up.”

“If you are paired with her again, be sure to let her know that fucking me was just as good as fucking her.”

Lester came to get Anita. She pulled on a robe.

“This was great, Xanarnan,” Anita smiled. “I hope we get to do it again, soon.”

As Anita followed Lester down the hall, she took a moment to bask in her womanly pride. She had another proverbial notch in her belt and was still undefeated. She entered her room and collapsed, with a sigh, on a luxurious divan she had conjured up. She looked around, enjoying the space that she had turned into her personal sanctuary.

Anita had become an expert at modifying her room using the ship’s amazing capabilities. She found that whatever she could imagine she could make. She decorated the room with tropical greenery and tasteful furniture, all pulled from her mind and memory. She changed the color of the walls and straightened them, replacing the soft curves. She fixed the bathroom in place and turned it into a masterpiece of modernistic architecture with a giant, luxurious soaking tub. It seemed like she could even expand the space if she wanted to. She imagined a swimming pool and was amazed when she found she could make it as large as she wanted. She created a window with shifting views of an ocean beyond. She could even summon up the gentle ocean breeze.

Anita left her divan and dropped her robe, letting it slide off her perfect, sculpted body, as she made her way to the bathroom. She willed the tub full and slid into the hot water and bubble bath, washing herself clean of the cum and sweat that coated her silken skin. She paid special attention to massaging and cleaning out her bodily orifices, which were saturated with the Exergarian’s ejaculate. His species was especially gifted at producing copious amounts of sexual secretions.

When Anita was not experimenting with mentally manipulating her room, she was doing research, using the computer. She had found that the aliens were not keeping any information from her, perhaps because they intended to mind-wipe her anyway. She learned a great deal about the galaxy outside of Earth, including the politics of the galactic empires governing the spaceways. She also used the computer to learn whatever she could about her various partners and opponents. The first thing she had done after waking up on the day after her first encounter with Grimmar was to pull up whatever information was available on Denara.

Denara was a jungle world. Its people came in a variety of shapes and sizes but physical beauty seemed a constant. Lanara was a red-skinned Denaran, the only kind that were humanoid. “Red” wasn’t quite right. She was more of a kind of red-orange hue. Anita was familiar with the writing of Edgar Rice Burroughs and his “John Carter” books. Lanara likely had a tone similar to the Red Martians from that series. Anatomically, Denaran women seemed virtually identical to Earth women and could easily pass as human.

Denaran women were naturally sexually voracious. The society was matriarchal and one woman was expected to have several husbands to satisfy her sexual needs. Lanara was exceptional even among this group of nymphomaniacs. Anita became apprehensive as she realized this. Maybe this woman really was too much for her to handle. Maybe she could not compete with the alien female. She had exhausted Grimmar, just like Lanara had, but that spoke to the Targian male’s limits more than Lanara’s.

She compared what she could of her sexual achievements against those of Lanara, but she ran into the same problems: whenever she matched something that Lanara had done with some alien man, she knew that the limits were more in the man than Lanara. Anita realized that while she could match Lanara’s achievements, she still had not beaten them.

As predicted, Anita had reached her quota of energy production after the sixth encounter. However, she felt no great desire to leave. This place was providing her with the best sex of her life, time was not a factor, and her chances of achieving true and absolute sexual satisfaction were better here than anywhere else. In most ways, her situation was very appealing. Anita was usually given 24 to 48 hours between encounters to recover. She needed less time than that but she did not complain.

The only thing that did bother her was that she had no social contact, aside from Lester and the brief pillow talk she enjoyed with her lovers. The alien masters did not want their captives fraternizing outside of the controlled environments where any energy they produced could be captured. The aliens did not want to risk their captives depleting themselves or wasting energy. She also suspected they wanted to avoid their subjects developing any strong emotional connections.

She had sex with Grimmar three more times in the 60 days that she had been a willing captive. Every encounter was delicious and all ended with him drained and unable to get his prick up.

After the last encounter, they were lying in bed, their bodies intertwined. Anita was stroking and rubbing Grimmar’s prick, hoping to coax just a bit more out of it, to no avail.

“I mentioned you to Lanara,” Grimmar said suddenly.

“Oh? What did you tell her?”

“I told her that there was another woman here who could rival her in beauty and skill. She seemed extremely irritated by the suggestion.”

Anita smiled grimly. “I can understand that reaction.”

After another few weeks, Anita found that she still could not break the barrier to full sexual satisfaction. She wondered if Lanara had been more successful at achieving that goal for herself, but was told by Lester that she had not. A fairly obvious idea came to mind, but Anita was not sure she wanted to pursue it. Still, it was tempting to kill two birds with one stone and, maybe, resolve her apparent rivalry with Lanara at the same time.

“Lester, I would like to meet this woman, Lanara.”

“May I ask why you would like to meet her?”

Anita paused. Then she answered honestly. “She is making claims about her sexual abilities that I find…irritating. I would like to… discuss this matter with her.”

“Lanara has been asking to meet with you for the past few weeks,” Lester said.

“Really? Why?”

“She has given a similar explanation as yours. She has heard from a number of the men that you are as skilled and powerful a sexual partner as she is and she is convinced that she can disabuse you of making this claim if she has a chance to meet with you.”

Anita smiled. She was not surprised.

“Will your masters allow us to meet?”

“Ordinarily, the answer would be ‘no.’ The ship’s facilities are not designed to reliably store energy generated by an encounter between two women. Such sexual activities generate a different kind of energy from that generated by male-female relations. The female-female energy is exceptionally powerful and difficult to contain. However, there has been some discussion on the ship of how to improvise a holding container for such energy. Now that you have both asked to meet the other, there is a chance it will be allowed.”

“Why not just let us meet and not try to collect the energy released?” Anita noted that the assumption everyone was making – including her – was that the two women’s desire to “discuss” their differences was really about them fucking each other to determine sexual supremacy. That was fine; she saw no need to be coy.

“The masters do not want to waste energy, especially if an encounter between you and Lanara succeeds in helping one or both of you attain your full orgasmic potential. Also, they fear that any meeting between the two of you may exhaust one or both of you for some time.”

“Hmph. I guess your masters don’t want to risk their main producers running dry.”

A few weeks passed. Anita continued fucking men until they were too spent and satiated to move, but her thoughts kept going back to the possible meeting with Lanara.

Lester came to see Anita as she was on her computer, scanning it for more information on the history and politics of the galaxy.

“Anita, the masters have agreed to a meeting between you and Lanara. It will happen 24 hours from now. Is that to your satisfaction?”

Anita’s heart jumped, her throat went dry. “Yes, that sounds very good. I am looking forward to meeting her.”

“She is being informed of the meeting right now. She is expressing the same sentiment.”

“Have the masters come up with a way to contain our energy?”

“Yes, they have. They are very confident they have created a system that will be enough to store whatever level of energy you generate.”

Anita could barely sleep. She was too excited and too apprehensive. She feared that she might really not be as sexually powerful as she had been told, despite Lester’s assurances that she and Lanara were relatively equal. That “relatively” was the thing keeping her awake at night. The idea of being sexually overpowered, outfucked, by the other woman filled her with anxiety. The humiliation would be terrible. On the other hand, she might win the upcoming encounter. That would be an enormous boost to her ego – really proving, definitively, that she was the “best fuck in the galaxy.” A big part of her just wanted to meet Larana and put a face and body to the name.

She conjured a sleeping tablet and used it to fall into a deep sleep. Several hours later she awoke, refreshed and ready to fight and fuck.

Anita prepared herself for her meeting with Lanara. She brushed out her hair, she freshened herself up as best she could. Then she imagined a short, tight robe and wrapped it around her nude body. The robe left her legs naked and clung to the voluptuous curves of her body like a second skin. The collar was open almost to her navel, allowing her huge tits to roll and shift inside the delicate fabric. Finally, Lester came to get her.

Anita’s heart pounded as they walked down the corridor. She checked her body and recognized all the familiar signs of deep, powerful arousal except, this time, her arousal was greater than anything she had felt before. Her tits felt unbearably tight and heavy, her nipples were enflamed. Every step, her beautiful bare thighs felt hot and sensitive. Her clit throbbed unbearably. She breathed deeply, trying to keep herself calm and under control. She would lose this battle right off the bat if she could not control her libido.

After walking for ten minutes, Lester stopped and gestured at the wall. It opened onto a bare room. There was nothing in the room at all, just rounded, pink glowing walls.

“Please wait here. Lanara will join you very shortly. Please enjoy your conversation. If you need me, just call for me.”

With that, Lester was gone.

Anita stood awkwardly, gathering her courage, bringing her body under control. She thought about willing something into existence in the room. She considered a bed but decided that would be too forward. Instead, she created a chair.

No sooner had she sat down than the far wall opened and the room expanded to encompass the neighboring space. The wall collapsed to reveal a beautiful woman, standing imperiously in the center of the adjacent room.

Anita rose to her feet. The chair folded into the floor.

What Anita saw took her breath away. Lanara was gorgeous. Her orange red skin glowed with health. The woman radiated erotic power and confidence. Like Anita, she was also wearing a short robe that enticingly revealed her voluptuous body. Her arms were draped by the robe but looked strong and sleek. Her muscled legs extended from under the robe. Her bare feet looked perfect. Her breasts were huge, and bulged deliciously from the low collar, the heavy glands shifting and wobbling with every movement. Their nipples were tightly defined, pushing hard against the robe. The woman’s hair was long, a thick, shining black. Her face was beautiful – perfectly symmetrical, with high cheekbones and blazing blue eyes that cut into Anita’s gaze like a laser.

Anita felt unbelievably intimidated and aroused. She tried to hide her nervousness, her sense that she might just be outclassed as a woman and a lover by this incredible beauty. She gulped and hoped that her anxiety was not obvious. She tried to project sexual power and confidence.

Anita and Lanara studied each other for more than a minute, neither woman saying anything. Then, as if of one mind, they both walked to meet in the center of the room. They stopped when they were a meter apart. Green eyes locked to blue and intense sexual power, rivalry and desire passed between the women. They knew in that instant that they hated each other. They also knew that there was only one way to settle their differences and their rivalry.

“So, you are Anita.” Lanara’s voice was a sexy, husky growl.

“And you are Lanara.”

Lanara nodded. She studied Anita tits up close, her blue eyes filled with hunger as she examined Anita’s curves. Anita similarly drank up the other woman’s body.

“I have been here a much longer time than you, Anita. I don’t like another woman challenging my reputation or my territory. On Denara, that is grounds for war between women.”

Anita arrogantly arched an eyebrow. “We are not on Denara, woman. Or haven’t you noticed?”

Lanara snorted derisively.

Anita continued. “I hear that you like to call yourself ‘the best fuck in the galaxy.’ “

Lanara’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. I do. It’s just a statement of fact.”

“I think I’m a better fuck than you are,” Anita whispered. Her eyes were glowing, her body was on fire in a way she had never experienced before. Her tits felt like they were ten times larger than their usual size.

Lanara’s blue eyes shone with lust and rage and hate. “I think that you have to prove that,” she murmured.

“Gladly,” Anita grunted. She stepped back a bit and reached down to undo the belt holding her robe closed. The robe fell open, exposing the rest of Anita’s incredible body, including her naked, dripping pussy.

Lanara followed Anita’s lead, not wanting to be outdone. She undid her robe’s sash and let the robe fall open.

In the same moment, Anita and Lanara pushed their robes off their shapely shoulders. The gossamer garments fell to their feet.

Anita and Lanara stood nude before each other. Anita let her eyes wander over the red-skinned beauty before her. Lanara was simply gorgeous. Anita examined the other woman’s heavy tits, her sleek, muscular abdomen, her powerful hips, her juicy, clean-shaven cunt, her long, shapely legs. It was like looking into an exotic mirror.

Anita could feel the Denaran woman’s eyes drinking in every inch of her body, fixing on her dripping pussy, eagerly surveying her dense, heavy tits, comparing their meaty glands in her mind.

The women raised their eyes to each other. Their gazes locked. Anita could see a touch of uncertainty in Lanara’s eyes. She knew that Lanara could read her nervousness. They were equals in every physical respect. Their rivalry would be decided with more primal weapons- their sexual skills, their willpower, and the raw power of their competing libidos.

For another few minutes, neither woman advanced. They let the tension, the mutual desire, build and build between their bodies. Their aching pussies dripped, their smooth inner thighs grew damp with vaginal secretions. Their nipples pulsed and throbbed, seemingly growing harder and longer as they reached for each other. The women’s breath became louder and faster as their excitement grew. Their equally massive tits rose and fell in unison, their nipples tracking each other. Anita felt herself clenching and unclenching her hands, something she saw Lanara was doing too. They desperately wanted to get their hands on each other’s body, they desperately wanted to meet flesh to flesh, but they were both taunting and testing each other, trying to see who would break first.

Finally, Lanara spoke.

“Are you ready, Anita?” Her voice was hoarse with lust.

“Yes, I am,” Anita whispered, her voice a throaty growl. Her eyes were shining with excitement and lust. She saw the same mirrored in Lanara’s gorgeous eyes.

“Together,” the Denaran women growled.

“Yes,” Anita nodded.

They signaled with their eyes. The women stepped forward, reaching for each other. Their battle was about to begin. When they left this room, both of them would know which of them was the superior woman and who really was the “best fuck in the galaxy”.

Part IV

Lanara slid her hands onto Anita’s smooth, muscled hips and gripped the firm flesh. Where she touched Anita’s silky skin, the Earth woman felt electricity flare and stimulate her nerves. Anita barely suppressed a gasp. Anita slipped her hands around Lanara’s narrow waist and ran her fingers along the deep indentation in the small of the alien woman’s back. Anita felt Lanara shudder at the contact and she knew she was having the same erotic effect on her rival.

The women’s sexual chemistry was unbelievably potent, their bodies’ mutual attraction incredibly powerful. Their womanly flesh wanted the other female’s body with an overwhelming hunger, but the intense desire was seasoned with erotic animosity. They understood that they were both sexual predators fighting over territory and dominance. One of them would humble the other and prove her superiority. At the most primal level, the women understood that this confrontation had to happen.

The women’s nipples lined up perfectly. Both felt their swollen nubs expanding, hardening. They were only centimeters apart, but Anita and Lanara held off from bringing their tits together, teasing and challenging the other woman to see who would give into their lust first. The women leaned away from each other slightly. Their panting grew hotter and hungrier. Their bare toes touched. They could feel the heat streaming off of their enflamed genitals.

Anita was lost in Lanara’s blue eyes. She had to will herself to maintain the eye contact, but another part of her could not look away. She and Lanara were connected on a profound sexual level already and the moment their erotic flesh touched, the moment their bodies went to war on each other, they would cross a threshold of mutual intimacy. Anita wanted to violate Lanara in every way; she wanted to be violated by the alien bitch in turn. She wanted to fuck this whore until the bitch passed out under her, overwhelmed by the pleasure Anita would give to her, begging Anita to stop, begging Anita to keep going…Anita licked her lips, her eyes blazing with lust.

“Give me your tits, fucker,” Anita whispered to her enemy.

“Gladly, you cunt,” Lanara whispered back.

The women closed the final centimeter between their engorged nipples.

Rock hard nipples touched rock-hard nipples, tip to tip. Heat and electricity flared between the points of contact. Waves of sensuality flowed from their engorged nipples to fill the women’s dense titflesh then radiate to the rest of their bodies. Their nipple holes sucked, sealing the two sets of brown nubs together.

“Fuck!” Anita gasped. The women shuddered and moaned, the erotic sensations almost overpowering. Anita pulled Lanara to her, causing their nipples to sear as they pushed head to head, refusing to release their mutual grip. The fleshy spears pushed each other back, into the women’s pebbled areola.

“Oh gods, you slut…,” Lanara moaned. She slipped her arms around Anita’s waist and pulled the Earth woman into her. The women’s massive tits crushed tight, nipples sinking into titflesh, areola burning as they eclipsed, the mass of their heavy glands touching and straining, meat to meat. Lanara and Anita wrapped their arms around the other’s back and locked into a mutual bearhug, squeezing tight, each woman trying to conquer the other’s straining tits with her own.

The women’s thick thighs lined up and crushed together, adding a new site of erotic contact. They arched their backs and thrust their solid bellies together. The firm flesh slapped tight and they instinctively rubbed and rolled their bellies sensuously against each other, feeling out the other woman’s abs, grunting with pleasure as their navels sucked and released, sucked and held. The women threw back their heads and groaned in rage and sexual agony as they fought to crush their rival’s tits into submission.

Anita was going insane with lust. The sensations burning her body were unlike any she had ever felt before. Ever wriggle, every grind, of Lanara’s body against her own lush voluptuousness sent shockwaves of pleasure and desire reverberating through her flesh. She could feel the heat, the power, radiating from Lanara’s engorged cunt, which was only millimeters away from her own burning genitals. She desperately wanted to bring those hungry fuck mouths together, to match and mate with this bitch clit to clit and twat to twat, but she held off, struggling to control her raging libido.

The women placed their heads on their rival’s shoulder and squeezed with all their strength. Their meaty tits became four thick, quivering masses, resisting their compression, getting even stronger under the incredible sexual stimulation. Realizing her enemy’s tits would not surrender, Anita rolled her shoulders, grinding and massaging her tits into Lanara’s matching set. The women groaned as their sensual struggle went up another notch. Lanara rolled her tits in reply, causing Anita to grunt in pain and pleasure.

The women pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Their eyes burned into the other.

“Let’s grind this out, fucker,” Lanara whispered.

“Yes,” Anita agreed, eager to take their contest to the next step.

Anita grabbed Lanara’s biceps. The Denaran woman reciprocated the grip. The women’s arms created a box in which their mammoth tits were trapped between their arms, mashed together and jutting, where the only way out was by crushing the opposing pair. They began rotating their shoulders, grinding and drilling their perfect tits directly into each other, nipple to nipple. Their struggling breasts quivered down to the core of their dense meat, taking and delivering enormous punishment and even greater stimulation. With each powerful grind, the women’s tits grew even hotter, harder with arousal, feeding sexual power into their straining bodies. Their searing nipples twisted and tore at each other, their pulsing areola fused in exquisite pleasure.

Sweat dotted the women’s magnificent bodies. They pushed foreheads together even harder, trying to overwhelm their rival any way they could.

“God damn you!” Anita gasped. She had never felt more hungry, more desperate for sexual contact in her life. She arched her back a bit and rubbed her solid, muscled belly to Lanara’s rippling abs. Their navels sucked hard, sealing their taut flesh together. Anita’s thighs worked relentlessly against Lanara’s thighs. Both women knew that if they spread their legs a little more, if they matched inner thighs, if they tilted their pelvises forward just a bit, they could bring their steaming, aching cunts together in a delicious fuck kiss. Both resisted, though they wanted to fuck more than anything else in the universe.

“Fuck you, you cunteating whore!” Lanara hissed. Vaguely, Anita wondered what Lanara had really said. The room was translating for them, but she wondered if the translation program could really capture the essence of how filthy their mutual cursing really was.

The women’s tits slicked with sweat. Both pairs refused to surrender and, instead, grew even firmer and stronger under the relentless grinding and thrusting. Realizing that they were hitting a stalemate, Lanara and Anita stopped grinding. Holding each other firmly by the biceps, their huge tits contained and pushed out between their arms, they signaled with their eyes. In unison, the women pumped their tits directly into each other, thrusting with the power of their chests, driving out in a final effort to conquer the other woman’s massive mammary glands. The quivering between their meaty chests grew even more intense, their grunts and cries of pain mixed with intense pleasure, grew even more pronounced, but the solid line of mashed cleavage where the women’s boobs met and held did not change a millimeter. The heat and pleasure built and built, their thrusts grew harder, moving in unison, titfucking mercilessly.

The shared nipple orgasm was sudden and intense, more than either woman had ever felt before or expected to feel now. Their nipples ejaculated directly into each other, the blockage of their release sending a long spasm of incredible pleasure arcing back through their titmeat and down to their throbbing clits.

“OH FUCK!!” Anita cried, throwing back her head, her long, brown hair whipping around. A shockwave of ecstasy trembled through her body and her pussy squirted, splattering her thighs and wetting Lanara’s pudenda, so close to her own.

“OH FUCKING GODS!!” Larana shrieked. Nipple cum surged up between the women’s crushed tits, coating their straining glands. It trickled down their flawless bellies, pooling in their inosculated navels, streaming toward their hot pussies. Larana squirted too, her pussy juices moistening her thighs, splattering on Anita’s cunt and thighs, dripping down to dot their bare feet.

The women leaned into each other, still holding tight to their rival’s biceps. Forehead to forehead, panting wildly, they moaned and gasped into pleasure-etched faces as two more nipple ejaculations rippled through their titflesh and down their lush bodies. They rubbed cheek to cheek. Larana bit at Anita’s ear; Anita licked and sucked at Larana’s neck.

Moaning, Larana and Anita pushed apart. Thick strands of nipple cum linked their swollen, rock-hard nipples as they pulled away from each other.

Panting, standing a meter apart, the two gorgeous sexfighters regarded each other with a mixture of hate, rage and pure lust. They hated that the other woman had given her rival so much pleasure, they hated that they wanted more, but they knew their desire for each other had to be sated.

Anita regarded the Denaran woman through half-closed eyes. Her body was tingling with pleasure. She had experienced nipple orgasms before, usually after a lover had been sucking and fondling her tits for some time, but nothing like the intensity she had just shared with Lanara. She could tell that the same was true of the beautiful alien. Anita’s green eyes swept over Lanara’s wet, succulent body. The bitch looked unbelievably fuckable. Her pussy was overflowing with clear vaginal lubrication, occasional drips falling to the floor. The woman’s body gleamed with sweat and an overlay of nipple cum streaking her belly down to her pussy. Lanara’s engorged nipples were beaded with cum.

Anita knew that she probably looked exactly the same. She locked eyes with Lanara then reached down, ran her index finger through her fuck slit, scooped out some of the lubricant, and raised it to her mouth. She licked her finger clean.

Not to be outdone, Lanara scooped out vaginal juices with one hand and licked her finger clean. She grasped one of her massive tits, pulled it to her mouth, and sucked and licked the cum off the nipple.

“You’re a dirty whore, Lanara,” Anita whispered.

“Yes, I am, you cuntfucker,” Lanara breathed. “But so are you. Now, we just have to see who is the dirtier, filthier whore.”

“That will be me, you cumbucket,” Anita snarled. She desperately wanted to throw herself into the bitch’s arms, to wrestle her rival to the ground, pin her down, and fuck her brains out. She could see that Lanara wanted to do the same to her. Instead, Anita dropped to her knees in front of the other woman.

Lanara dropped to her knees too. The women faced each other and then slowly approached, closing the distance. They leaned forward, leading with their tits, and crushed their trembling breasts together. The dense flesh mushroomed slowly as the women increased the pressure, slowly mashing their throbbing glands. Lanara and Anita worked their backs and shoulders, grinding and thrusting their bulging boobs, scoring their opponent’s aching titflesh with their nipples. The women rested their heads on their rival’s shoulder and pressed cheek to cheek, their grunts and groans harmonizing as they fought with their tits. They slid their arms around the other’s waist and gripped their opponent’s naked ass. Anita slid one hand up Lanara’s back and gripped the back of the alien woman’s head, sinking her fingers into the thick hair. Lanara reciprocated the holds, slapping Anita’s ass vigorously before clawing it. The women turned their heads, pressing nose to nose, lip to lip.

“You dirty fuck,” Lanara whispered to Anita.

“Fuck you, slut,” Anita moaned back.

Their tongues touched and a thrill of sensuality rippled through the women’s perfect bodies. Their tongues lapped then slid on each other, following their lead into the other woman’s mouth. They sealed in a ravenous kiss, using their hands to push their heads harder, pulling hair, struggling to control and overpower the other with the dominant kiss. Even as the kissfight grew more passionate and savage, as their moans and grunts became more insistent and angry, Lanara slipped her hand onto Anita’s belly. She followed the taut flesh down to Anita’s dripping fuck slit. She cupped the hot groove, her fingers immediately wet with vaginal secretions. Her middle finger traced Anita’s slit, teasing and testing the smooth, hot lips.
Anita screamed into the women’s kiss. Her hand moved around Lanara’s body, slid down the red woman’s muscled belly, and gripped the alien’s throbbing pudenda. Anita rubbed her enemy’s steaming hot genitals smartly, then gently penetrated the tight, hot cunt with two thrusting fingers. Lanara jerked, her entire body shuddering. She immediately returned the attack, her fingers driving deep and hard into Anita’s tight snatch. The women shrieked into their locked mouths, pulling hair and struggling to control each other even as their bodies twisted and writhed against each other, convulsing with the sudden pleasure.

“Damn you, God damn you,” Anita moaned, breaking the kiss, resting her head on Lanara’s smooth shoulder.

“I fucking hate you, whore,” Lanara managed. Her beautiful face was contorted with agony as she fought to control her body.

The room echoed with the sound of two sets of fingers vigorously working and stimulating the pair of matching twats. Anita and Lanara cursed and growled, they bit each other’s shoulders and necks, they kissed and snarled, as they finger-fucked each other up the pleasure curve. They rubbed and stroked the other’s distended, throbbing clit, torturing the most sensitive parts of the other’s body with all of the erotic skill they could muster. Their fingers delved deep, caressing and teasing sensitive nerves and juicy flesh within their vaginal canals. Lanara struck at Anita’s g-spot continuously. Anita had studied the inner workings of Denaran women’s sexual organs and she relentlessly attacked the equivalent cluster of nerves in Lanara’s twat.

The women cursed each other viciously when they were not sucking passionately, hungrily on the other’s tongue, or when their tongues were not jousting fiercely within their locked mouths. Their heavy tits throbbed and pulsed as they tried to keep working tit against tit, swollen nipples twisting and stabbing like swords.

Anita felt tears coursing down her cheeks as every inch of her body felt stimulated beyond her physical endurance. “Oh Christ, oh fucking god,” she thought to herself, “please, please, please.” She did not know if she was pleading for the strength to keep holding back the orgasmic wave or for the incredible sexual pleasure to just keep going and going.

Anita realized that Lanara was crying too. Both women could feel the other’s quivering cunt as their bodies filled to overflowing with sexual power. Their clits ached and pulsed, screaming with sensitivity as their eager fingers caressed, stroked and pinched at the nerve-saturated fuck fingers.

The ferocious kissfight burned on and on, the excited women pulling hair, pushing their hungry mouths more deeply together, occasionally breaking off to catch their breath and swear at each other before diving back in.

Their erotic war was engaged on so many different battlefields at once, all racing towards the same goal – making the other woman cum first, making her give way to her superior in a submissive orgasm.

How long they went at each other, neither woman knew. Their world became the haze of pure erotic pleasure as their bodies became sexual timebombs, ticking down to an orgasmic detonation. Anita whimpered deep in her throat and suddenly felt the end coming. Her cunt was practically gushing juice, her nipples were on fire, the tension in her body was making every muscle tremble and ache. She knew she could not last much longer.

“No,” Anita screamed in her mind, “No, I won’t lose to this fucking bitch! I refuse!”

However, her flesh had its limits and she knew she could not hold back the pleasure in her core much longer. She could feel Lanara’s cunt contracting and fluttering with tension, she could hear and feel the other woman’s whimpers and moans in her throat, she knew the Denaran was close to the end, but she also knew she was just seconds away from giving in.
Desperately, Anita released Lanara’ s head and slipped her now-free hand down the red-skinned woman’s perfectly sculpted back. She slid her hand onto the perfect ass, then raised her hand and brought it down hard. Lanara jerked as her rival’s hand slapped her behind, the whip crack of flesh striking taut, smooth flesh echoing in the room. The sudden shock of unexpected, delicious pain, was more than Lanara could handle. She screamed inside their locked mouths, then broke their kiss with a spray of spit.

“You FUCK!” the Denaran woman cried. An instant later, Anita’s probing middle finger went right up Lanara’s vise-tight asshole. Anita rejoiced as she felt Lanara’s ass contract around her finger, seizing the single digit and squeezing tight. An instant later, Anita shrieked as Lanara penetrated the Earth woman’s ass, thrusting deep.

“FUCK! FUCK!!” Anita cried. “Oh god, YOU CUNT!!”

“Feel it, bitch, feel…AAAHHHHH!!” Lanara could not finish as Anita shoved two more fingers in her ass and began pumping hard.

The women’s angry mouths locked together, their tongues thrashed violently, and the women screamed in concert as their overwhelmed pussies exploded in orgasmic eruptions of cum. They broke their kiss to scream, their hands driving into their enemy’s cunt and asshole like pistons. The women kept cumming and cumming into the other’s hand as they tortured each other with erotic ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Anita moaned. The intensity of the release was more than she could bear. She felt herself growing faint.

“You bitch, you whore, you dirty little slut…” Lanara sobbed. She seemed on the verge of fainting too.

Releasing each other’s succulent ass, the women wrapped their free arm around the other’s neck, pulling each other in for a final tongue to tongue duel. They continued cumming into the other’s hand. They fell together onto their sides, their bodies pressed tight, their mouths breaking apart. Tears streamed down their beautiful faces and their blue and green eyes locked again, the women watching each other as they teetered on the edge of consciousness.

“God damn you, you fucking whore…” Anita whispered.

“You cum-sucking, filthy fucker…” Lanara whimpered in reply.

For long minutes, the woman lay on their sides, their tits pressed tight, their legs tangled, gazing into the other’s eyes, floating a cloud of erotic bliss, as their bodies prepared for the next round in their fuckwar.

Part V

Anita and Lanara lay on their sides, their lush bodies pressed tit to tit, nipples pulsing, hands buried in hair. They stared into each other’s eyes, floating in the delicious afterglow, enjoying the intimacy of what they had done to each other. The excitement of what they were going to do to each other tingled in their oversexed bodies.

Slowly, seductively, Lanara lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked in the remnants of the viscous cum that the Earth woman had ejaculated into the Denaran’s hand. Anita immediately raised her hand to her mouth, licking up Lanara’s woman jizz. The Denaran female’s ejaculate was thick and salty and tasty. Anita sloshed it around in her mouth, mixing it with her spit.

Anita pulled Lanara’s gorgeous face closer to her own and licked the alien beauty’s lips. Lanara’s tongue came out to play and, in moments, the beautiful women joined in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues stroked and teased within their mouths. They pushed and exchanged the spit-saturated cum in their mouths, eagerly giving back to their rival her own hot ejaculate, mixing the delicious juices into a frothy, spitty, cummy broth that they hungrily sloshed back and forth. What they were doing was intimate and degrading to each of them and they both wanted nothing more than to drag the other woman down into the sexual gutter with them. They swallowed back their erotic mixture and then drove their mouths even more deeply together, the sloppy, cummy kiss becoming a struggle for dominance. Spit and cum dribbled from their locked mouths to mess their hair and trickle to the floor.

Anita loved it. Her tongue wrestled mercilessly with Lanara’s tongue, the sensuous sensations filling both women, causing their nipples to tingle electrically and the heat in their hungry genitals to flare. Their rock-hard clits grew even harder and hotter. Their moaning grew louder, more urgent, and the women surged against each other’s beautiful bodies, trying to push the other over onto her back and mount their enemy. Anita’s entire body burned, aching with anticipation of the fucking to come.

Anita pulled Lanara’s hair viciously. Their bodies straining, their massive tits pulsing and throbbing as they mashed, Anita slowly forced Lanara onto her back. The Earth woman thrilled as she felt her hot belly flatten tight to the alien woman’s abs, as she felt their bellies ripple, smooth flesh to flesh, navels sucking as they kissed and mated, massive tits crushing and straining, meat on meat, nipple searing nipple. The heat from the women’s steaming twats radiated onto their inner thighs as Anita fought to force Lanara’s legs apart. Never breaking their deep kiss, the women’s moans grew more frantic as they struggled, their perfect bodies writhing, every inch of flesh rubbing to its counterpart, their bodies stimulated beyond all endurance.

Lanara pulled savagely on Anita’s hair and thrust up with her hips. Slowly, agonizingly, she kept the body roll going. Anita strained to keep the other woman down but Lanara’s vicious hair-pulling gave her just enough momentum to slowly force Anita onto her side then her back. As Lanara took the dominant position, Anita thrashed and twisted and kept the roll going. Slowly, painfully, the women rolled over and over, three more times, never breaking the kiss. Anita felt faint from lack of air as the third roll put her on the bottom again. Desperately, she yanked harder than ever on Lanara’s hair, pulling the Denaran out of their savage kiss.

The women gasped and panted, desperate for air, hot spit and remnants of cum linking their red lips. Their inner thighs were hot and slick with their own pussy juices and those of their rival too. The women each had a thigh thrust firmly into the other’s steaming twat. Their swollen clits had been rubbing relentlessly on their enemy’s firm, smooth, muscular leg. The women were insane with desire, the need to fuck overwhelming their minds and senses.

Panting, Lanara rested nose to nose, forehead to forehead, with Anita as their hot breath mixed. Anita was almost delirious with lust. Everything she and Lanara had done to each other so far had enflamed her body in ways she had never felt before. Anita had joyfully fucked many other women in her life but something about the Denaran beauty was driving her mad, feeding her deepest sexual appetites in ways that no one else had. As she breathed in Lanara’s breath, as their bodies aligned, ready and desperate to fuse and become one writhing, grinding, rutting flesh, Anita felt her mind expanding and responding to the overwhelming sensuality of what the other woman’s body offered to her.

Lanara forced her legs between the Earth woman’s thighs. Straining, struggling, the women cried out as their bodies contested, strength to strength. The Denaran slowly pried Anita’s legs apart, exposing the Terran’s searing, naked pussy.

Anita felt her swollen clit rising like a sword from the crest of her cunt, pulsing with tension, ready and eager for sexual combat. She almost came when she felt Lanara’s slick inner thighs caress and slide along her own inner thighs, lining up their cunts for a devastating fuck stroke. Anita could sense the erotic power, the intense heat, radiating off the Denaran’s clit, which must have been only millimeters from her own.

Lanara trembled, her eyes blazing with lust, her panting breath thick with desire. She seized either side of Anita’s head, pulling the Earth woman’s hair painfully, trying to assert control. Anita pulled savagely at Lanara’s hair with one hand. With the other, she gripped the Denaran’s perfect, taut ass cheek and dug her fingers into the thick meat, urging it downward.

Nose to nose, bright eyes shining with excitement and need, the women readied themselves for what they had both been eagerly lusting after for so long. Finally, their swollen clits would meet in erotic battle, finally they would learn which of them was the stronger, better woman, finally they would reach the full potential of the pleasure their bodies could give and take.

Anita spread her legs, presenting her burning cunt, welcoming the bitch on top of her to violate her body. Her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. She released Lanara’s hair and lowered her other hand to grip the Denaran’s other ass cheek, squeezing hard. Both hands now plastered on the alien whore’s ass, Anita tilted her pelvis, giving the other woman full access to her steaming genitals.

“Give it to me, you fuck,”Anita whispered, her lips touching Lanara’s. “Show me what you’ve got between your legs. Let’s see if it can match what I’ve got!”

Lanara glared hatefully, then lowered her mouth onto Anita’s hungry mouth. The women kissed violently, deeply, their eager tongues thrashing and twisting angrily. But the Denaran kept her body just slightly elevated, her clit at the ready. As their kiss deepened, the alien woman launched her attack.

The Denaran pushed down with her hips, a microscopic thrust that brought the swollen, aching tip of her protruding clit into direct contact with the tip of Anita’s pulsing fuck horn.

An explosion of purest ecstasy erupted through both women’s trembling bodies. A sensation more intense, more exquisite, than anything she had ever felt before, filled Anita to the brim. Her entire body shuddered, her mind went white with pleasure.

The women shrieked uncontrollably into the other’s mouth, their primal kiss somehow becoming even more savage, even more desperately ravenous. They screamed down each other’s throats, swallowing their cries of joy and incredible pleasure. Their eyes streamed with tears as their senses almost overloaded on the most delicious contact either woman had ever had.

Elsewhere on the ship, the equipment monitoring the levels of psychic energy released from the women’s sexual encounter shrilled with warning alarms. The aliens responsible for harvesting the energy watched with shock as the measurements shot off the scales and a surge of power flowed into the storage container they were using the catch the psychic emissions. They hurriedly consulted with each other, then contacted the aliens in charge of running the ship. It had become apparent that the machine they had built might not be able to handle the power that was about to be released.

Larana pulled back her hips just slightly, withdrawing her clit from the tip to tip contact. The trembling women gasped as they broke the kiss. Anita dug her fingers even harder into Lanara’s perfect ass. Their eyes streamed with tears, they glared at each other with a combination of rage and need, their bodies desperately wanting more, their minds not sure they could endure more of what they had already shared.

“You dirty bitch,” Lanara gasped.

“Fuck you, whore,” Anita sobbed.

Holding tight to Lanara’s ass, Anita forced down her apprehension and pushed her hips up, just slightly. Her swollen clit stroked gently, lightly, against the tip of the Denaran’s threatening clit. Once again, pure pleasure radiated through the women’s perfect bodies. They shrieked in unison, throwing back their heads to howl in pleasure.

“OH GOD, FUCKING GOD!!!”

“GODS! FUCK, FUCK, FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!”

Lanara rubbed back, just lightly, but the shockwaves drove both women to the brink of unconsciousness.

Their tits were swollen, thicker and harder than ever, the meaty masses resisting compression and throbbing with tension. Their bellies were flat together, mated, the skin hot and slick. They touched clits again and, once more, the women screamed and convulsed. Anita pulled on Lanara’s ass, trying to bring the woman down onto her so that their searing genitals could truly and completely mate, fuse into one, suck and devour each other like ravenously hungry animals.

Lanara resisted. She pressed her forehead harder into Anita’s forehead, the women panted together, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of the incredible pleasure. Suddenly, Lanara released Anita’s hair. She placed her hands on either side of the Terran’s head and pushed herself up. To Anita’s shock, the Denaran woman dismounted from her body, peeling her slick body away from Anita’s lush form.

Lanara kneeled on her haunches, then sat back on her ass. Anita sat up, wondering for a moment what her rival was doing. All became clear as Lanara slowly, deliciously, spread her legs wide. Anita looked down at the Denaran woman’s spectacular twat, which was naked and slick. The muscular pussy lips were red, the inner labia was pink. Hot pussy juices drooled from the tight, inviting slit. Lanara’s swollen clit twitched with tension, the sex sword fully unsheathed and extended, ready for war.

“I don’t want any excuses from you, when I fuck you into submission, you cuntlicker,” Lanara breathed. “We’re going to fuck on equal terms. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to stop. Then, I’m going to make you suck my cunt out.”

Anita nodded, her eyes gleaming with insane lust. “That’s fine by me, fucker,” she snarled. “This is a war of attrition anyway. But I don’t care. If you want the first fuck to be on completely equal terms, that’s fine by me.”

Anita spread her legs, presenting her juicy cunt to her enemy. Lanara’s eyes locked on the human woman’s steaming pudenda and she licked her lips, almost hypnotized by the beautiful fuck hole facing her in challenge and the promise of exquisite pleasure that it offered her trembling body.

Anita extended one bare foot and pressed her toes into Lanara’s toes. The Denaran woman pushed back. The balls of their feet matched and flexed. The sensual contact made both women smile evilly. They were going to match each other in every way, they were going to violate and humiliate each other in every intimate way they could imagine.

For a few minutes, the women let their feet touch and mate, rubbing and rippling them together, pushing with balls and heels and pressing toes. Then, their arms bracing their bodies, their slid towards each other. Their legs slid over and under their counterparts, their sopping wet fuck slits lined up perfectly, their pulsing clits aimed head on. The women paused when their twitching, trembling clits were only a hair’s breadth apart. The sexual power radiating off the tumescent flesh made the women’s breath hitch in anticipation and dread. When they mated this time, there would be no pulling back, no teasing stroke to stroke. This time, they would crush their clits together, driving together with all the strength of their bodies. They would contest within the arena of their sealed cunts, labia merged, hot fuck lips containing their matching fuck horns as they struggled for domination. They would give each other pleasure greater than anything either woman had ever felt before.

“My clit is going to destroy your little nub, you Denaran cunt,” Anita breathed. “I’ve been dying for a chance to go pussy to pussy with you and my twat is going to fuck you dry.”

“You are dreaming, you Terran whore,” Lanara whispered. “The women of my world are made for this kind of competition. My beautiful twat is going to eat your filthy cunt alive. You’re going to have a piece of dried up meat between your legs when I am done with you.”

“God damn you,” Anita whispered, her rage and lust barely contained. She was insane with desire. She needed to feel this bitch inside of her right now! She needed to go clit to clit with this whore now!

“Fuck you, fuck you, you slutty cunt,” Lanara snarled. Her eyes were mad with lust. She had to have Anita, and she could not wait an instant longer!

Bracing their bodies with their hands behind them, the women aimed their throbbing clits directly at each other and shoved forward with their powerful hips. The distended sex horns met head to head, two solid, swollen, nerve-saturated sexual weapons meeting each other in full erotic combat. The throbbing nubs crushed tight, every one of the thousands of nerves in each woman’s clit connecting and dueling with every nerve in her rival’s pulsing fuck finger. The clits pushed each other back, fusing to each other as the women’s vaginal mouths closed and sucked, juicy pussy lips crushing and merging, slick labia melting into one. The inosculated cunts formed a thick ring that trapped the battling clits inside a hot, wet, muscled arena.

The women threw back their heads and shrieked again and again, their screams of mutual ecstasy reverberating off the soft pink walls.

“AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!”

“UNNNNNGGGGHHHHHGGGHH!!!”

Anita’s mind had gone white, once again, as the unbearable pleasure roared through her luscious body, filling every cell, sending a surge of sensation so intense she feared she might pass out or even die on the spot. Lanara looked every bit as devastated by the incredible contact.

The women struggled to get their raging bodies under control. Even as they screamed and howled in pleasure, they pushed harder, driving their clits even more firmly against each other, forcing even greater ecstasy from their warring bodies. They arched their backs and drove at each other. Their asses lifted off the floor and they held, scissored and perfectly in balance, as their hips churned, rubbing and rubbing clit to clit. Tears streamed down their faces. Their beautiful visages contorted in agony, their teeth clenched as the rivals struggled to hold back the tsunami of pure pleasure coursing through their incredible bodies.

In the harvesting room, the alarms sounded constantly, warning of imminent overload. The aliens rushed around, trying to find ways to store the pure energy filling their storage containers. It was too valuable to pass up, but they knew that they would soon face a choice of disconnecting their gathering systems or face the risk of a system failure. The alien responsible for the energy storing procedure cursed itself for not anticipating the incredible sexual energies these two women could unleash. What they were seeing was unprecedented yet also unbelievably valuable. They had to find a way to contain it.

Anita hovered on the edge of a complete mental shutdown. Her body had gone on automatic pilot, her hips thrusting, her lower body rotating as she kept grinding and grinding her clit with Lanara, every grind, every thrust, sending a new wave of pure ecstasy coursing through her body. The Denaran woman seemed to be in the same state. Neither woman could think straight, the sensations were far too intense. Their tits bounced furiously, spraying sweat and nipple cum as the engorged glands grew more and more unbearably aroused. The women’s muscled bellies rippled and flexed as their powerful cunts rode each other, sealed tight in a fleshy, unbreakable fuck kiss. Their bodies glistened with sweat as the women endured waves of incredible pleasure.

They had stopped screaming, but only because their throats constricted, too tight to vocalize the unbearable sensations wracking their bodies. Anita was being fucked senseless, she was being fucked out of her mind, she barely had any sense of who she was as a human being. Instead, her entire universe had become the exquisite pleasure emanating from between her legs, filling her voluptuous body to overflowing. Her clit was fused and locked to Lanara’s clit. The two steaming fuck horns crushed head to head and sizzled with sensation down their entire length. As the women’s hips jerked, their fencing clits hooked and tangled and the excruciating pleasure shot up even higher. Their cunts were sealed together in an unbreakable, meaty fuck kiss, their furnace-hot genitals melted into a mass of pure erotic pleasure.

The women’s asses lowered to the floor, but they kept thrusting and bucking in rhythm. Both women were lost to the pleasure, their minds gone, their bodies nothing more than overpowered fuck machines. Their primal instincts were driving them to seek more and more pleasure, to restrain the incredible orgasms building in their core in order to attain the promise of even more ecstasy to come.

Anita’s head was thrown back, her lips frozen in the “o” of pleasure, her face wet with tears. Her wild hair flew around her head like a mane. She managed to focus for an instant, momentarily escaping the haze of erotic bliss. She lowered her head to stare at Lanara. The Denaran’s woman’s massive tits bounced hypnotically, entrancing Anita. Their nipples sprinkled sweat and other juices emanating from inside the throbbing, taut glands. Anita braced her body with one hand and reached out to grasp Lanara’s bouncing tit. The warm, thick meat filled her hand and she squeezed hard, twisting the spiked nipple shaft between her thumb and index finger, tracing the hard areola with her finger.

Lanara choked out a desperate cry. She lowered her head to glare at Anita through eyes half-closed with pleasure. She churned her hips even harder and returned the grip, kneading and abusing Anita’s jiggling mammary gland. Anita sobbed uncontrollably as even more delicious sensations radiated through her body, adding to the overload on her sensual endurance.

Eyes locked in a desperate glare, the women reached for each other, Gripping hair, their pushed their bodies closer and closer, spreading their legs wider to bring their chests together. Their vaginal lock remained deep and powerful, their cunts sealed to each other in a wet vise. The women whimpered in concert as their meaty, massive tits met and crushed. They rolled their shoulders, their rock-hard nipples scoring and dragging within the dense titflesh, until the four hard spikes met head to head and sucked and held, joining the women in another intimate seal.

Anita and Lanara pushed nose to nose, sobbing desperately, as they felt their bodies reaching the point of no return.

“I hate you, I hate you so fucking much…,” Anita whispered, her voice a choked croak.

“You fucking, filthy slut, you cum-slimed cunt…,” Lanara whimpered.

The women’s mouths locked and they added another point of intense sexual contact to their erotic war of attrition. Their tongues twisted into spitty knots, their kissfight a fight for final domination. Lanara and Anita slipped their arms around the other’s narrow, muscular waist, reaching down to grasp their rival’s perfect, flexing ass. Their hips continued to jerk as their fuckfight raged, driving them to the end.

Anita felt her whole body burning, the unbelievable sexual stimulation more powerful than anything she had ever felt before. She felt like she had melted into Lanara’s body, sharing the Denaran woman’s breath, her juices, her heat, her flesh. Every mutual thrust built a torrent of sexual power that was fast approaching the point of no return. The women’s bodies quivered with tension and power.

The peak of pleasure finally arrived for the struggling fuckfighters. Perhaps Anita exploded an instant before Lanara, but it was too close to make a difference. Unbearably powerful orgasms erupted from both women. Their battling pussies contracted and squeezed, clamping on each other and then releasing jets of hot ejaculate that gushed into each other, mixing and frothing, filling both women’s vaginal canals to the brink. Anita felt the hot fluids burning into her, all the way to her womb, all the way into the very core of her womanhood. She felt violated in the most intimate way possible and she loved it. The powerful reality of their mutual violation filled both women with intense pleasure. Their bodies released again and again, the tension flowing out as they came into each other over and over.

Anita’s and Lanara’s nipples ejaculated into each other. The blockage of the nipple cum release sent spasms of pleasure coursing through the women’s dense titmeat, burning and searing their nerves with electricity. Nipple cum slicked their tits and coated their flat bellies as they rubbed the naked flesh, twisting and writhing in each other’s arms. The floor beneath their jerking bodies grew slick and wet with their shared cum, sweat and other secretions.

Anita floated on the edge of consciousness as her body shuddered through devastating wave after wave of incredible pleasure and release. Orgasm after orgasm chained through her voluptuous body. She ejaculated powerfully over and over again, jetting her cum into Lanara’s luscious body even as Lanara came into Anita at the same time, their bodies synchronizing in orgasmic release. Ecstasy beyond anything Anita had ever thought possible filled every cell in her body, pushed her mind and her senses to the brink of sanity. She felt like she had died and gone to some erotic heaven where the pleasure never stopped, where the joining of flesh to flesh was absolute and came with complete erotic fulfilment. She finally achieved the full sexual pleasure that her body was capable of accomplishing and it was wonderful beyond her wildest dreams and expectations.

Anita felt her grip on Lanara’s beautiful ass loosening. She slowly fell over onto her back, her massive tits peeling away from Lanara’s bountiful rack, her shoulders hitting the floor. She arched her back as her body moved on its own, its primal appetites keeping her hips bucking as her deepest animal desire sought the pleasure that was driving her crazy with need. With every thrust of her hips, her clit exploded again and again as it persisted in its continuous conflict with Lanara’s clit. At some point, Anita vaguely realized that Lanara had fallen onto her back too, that she and the Denaran woman remained sealed tight at their cunts, and that their pussies were spraying hot cum into the air, they were soaking each other in ejaculate. Their nipples were gushing too, nipple cum spraying up then splattering down. Their bodies undulated and writhed relentlessly, fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking, grinding orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

As her mind finally shut down, the ecstatic pleasure too much to take, Anita sensed that her clit remained rock-hard, her libido was still vibrating with power and desire. A final wave of orgasms, more powerful than anything she had ever felt before, coursed through her body, forcing her mind to retreat into unconsciousness to save her sanity. Anita’s final thoughts and sensations were of her pussy giving and receiving hot cum, of her nipples erupting, of unbearable pleasure filling her body, following her into her dreams. She felt more complete than she ever had in her life.

Outside the room, the alien masters raced around frantically. Systems were shorting out all over the ship as the incredible energy released by the women’s erotic encounter overwhelmed all the safety protocols and forced the ship’s power grid to deal with far, far more power than its had been designed to tolerate. The alien monitors responsible for storing the women’s erotic energy had not moved fast enough to disconnect the storage container from the rest of the system and now the backflow was proving far too much to handle. The excruciating pleasure Anita and Lanara had inflicted on each other and the power it generated was volatile and dangerous but also unbelievably potent and beyond anything the aliens had encountered before.

Even as they struggled to deal with the energies, the aliens plotted how to get more of it. Their abductees had unlocked something incredible and the aliens were not prepared to give it up easily.

Part VI

Anita floated in the afterglow of the most incredible sexual pleasure she had ever experienced. Every molecule of her voluptuous body seemed lighter than air yet filled with heat and energy and electricity. Slowly, her mind returned to her body and she was shocked and gratified to feel that her clit was still hard and thick, that her nipples were stiff and jutting up like knives. The toe-curling, mind-blowing pleasure she had just gone through, rather than satisfying her sexual hunger, had supercharged her libido instead. Her need, her will, to fuck had never been stronger. She felt increasing confidence that she would be able to outfuck her Denaran competitor.

Anita’s mind slowly cleared and focused. She was lying on her back, staring at the pink ceiling, enjoying the delicious sensations running through tingling flesh. Her genitals were locked and slotted tight with Lanara’s juicy fuckmeat. Their labia were squished into one and she could feel the other woman’s swollen clit quivering with her own, their twined sex horns sending continuous pulses of pleasure and arousal through their bodies with every beat of their hearts. The constant stimulation from her cunt was what was keeping her libido so enflamed.
Her breasts felt heavy and dense, still fully aroused. Her body was slick with sweat and splattered with copious amounts of cum. She felt filthy but also excited with anticipation. This was exactly how an all-out fuckwar should feel.

Lanara was motionless. Anita was grateful for that. If she had succeeded in fucking the Denaran into submission then all that remained was to claim her prize – ride the other woman’s cunt, then make her rival eat her pussy and submit to her in as many other ways that she could imagine. Anita intended to take many, many hours to satisfy her lust on the Denaran’s beautiful body.

Anita pushed herself up on her elbows to look down her body at the woman so intimately locked to her, cunt to cunt. To her surprise, she saw that Lanara’s eyes were open, though somewhat glazed. She suspected the woman had not entirely regained her senses.

Anita twisted her body away from Lanara’s and disengaged their locked pudenda with a sucking pop. Hot ejaculate gushed down to the floor as their cunts released. Both women moaned and gasped, neither really wanting the separation. Anita got to her knees and crawled towards Lanara’s supine body. The Denaran watched her approach, then smiled seductively and opened her legs wide, presenting her cum-slick twat. The woman’s beautiful fuck slit glistened with ejaculate. The Denaran flexed her twat, spraying a light mist of pussy juice at the approaching human woman.

“Come and get it, fucker,” Lanara hissed. She opened her arms, welcoming Anita.

Eagerly, her body trembling with lust, Anita crawled between the Denaran’s powerful legs and mounted the alien woman’s fantastic body. Lanara grasped her by her muscled shoulders. Anita placed her hands on either side of Lanara’s body and aimed her juiced up cunt directly at her rival’s boiling fuckhole, which now lay open and inviting below her. Lanara’s swollen clit was protruding from its vaginal nest, quivering with tension. Anita felt her clit swell and harden even more, its tip sizzling with sexual heat. Anita shuddered in anticipation of the incredible pleasure she was about to feel, the incredible pleasure she and this bitch were about to give to each other.

“Oh God, I’m going to fuck you so hard, I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard…,” Anita breathed, her eyes glowing with insane desire.

“Give me everything you have, you dirty cunt,” Lanara whispered. “Everything!”

Anita’s heavy tits hung down, her thick, sharp nipples embedding themselves into Lanara’s thick-nippled glands. The Terran woman spread her legs within the confines of Lanara’s thighs and aimed her drooling cunt directly at the Denaran’s matching fuckmeat. The women’s quivering clits seemed to reach for each other. Anita locked eyes with Lanara. Staring deep into each other, the women’s netherlips kissed hot and tight, slick, engorged pussy lips sliding and fusing, succulent meat clapping together and sucking powerfully. Their distended clits met tip to tip and length to length. The women’s eyelids fluttered and they almost fainted as the pure intensity of their mating coursed through their incredible bodies.

“Oh yes, FUCK, YESSSS!!” Anita cried out, the sensations flowing out her cunt filling her entire body with electricity. Nothing could feel so good.

“Great Crom, FUCKING GODS, YES!!” Lanara screamed, throwing back her head. Her arms wrapped around Anita’s back and pulled the Earth woman onto her. The women’s heavy tits eclipsed perfectly, the thick meat throbbing and aching with pleasure. Their firm bellies clapped tight. Lanara twined her legs through Anita’s legs, calves tightening, locking the Terran in place. Their hot, wet inner thighs slid together slickly.

The women rested forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Their bodies undulated powerfully in a full-body fuck. They moved in rhythm, keeping their clits fused together, grinding and grinding constantly, fucking and fucking, riding each other higher and higher into ecstasy. Their eyes remained locked as they watched each other intently through half-hooded glares, watching the effect their body was having on their rival, wanting to see the moment when one of them broke the other. Their crying moans and panting breath mixed.

Anita sobbed uncontrollably as she glared deep into the Denaran’s watering eyes. Neither woman could look away. The intimacy of what they were doing to each other only added to the intensity of their rivalry. They had to conquer each other as women, in the deepest core of their sexuality. It would only add to their pleasure to see and feel the other woman break and submit.

Anita felt Lanara’s fingers digging into her ass, urging her down, pulling her into the Denaran’s cunt with greater force. Anita leaned her weight forward, crushing their massive tits even harder, and slipped her hands under Lanara’s body so that she could grasp the alien woman’s pumping ass, too. Their thrusting went on and on, their clit to clit fucking driving both women insane with pleasure and need. Their titmeat rolled and throbbed, their nipples sealed to each other like four hot clits, the constant friction feeding their erotic hunger. Their bellies undulated sinuously, navels sucking and holding tight, muscles playing against each other.

Anita turned her head slightly and slipped her nose past Lanara’s nose. The women pressed their open, panting mouths close, but did not kiss, not yet. Their whimpers and sobs of pleasure grew more and more intense. Finally, Anita could not resist a moment longer. She drove her mouth deep into Lanara’s mouth. Lanara took her eagerly. Their tongues pushed and shoved, twisted and licked, their passion grew ever more intense.

Anita gripped Lanara’s ass cheeks tight, then spread them slightly and inserted her two index fingers into the Denaran’s puckered asshole. Lanara screeched and bucked, then immediately drove her own fingers deep into Anita’s ass. Anita moaned deep as the pleasure searing her body increased beyond her endurance.

Anita kept pumping, her ass moving rhythmically. Lanara continued moving with her, keeping their clits in constant, grating contact, their mutual fucking increasing their shared ecstasy with every single thrust. Their bodies grew slick with sweat, their chests grew damp with nipple secretions mixing with the sweat. The heat between their slick bellies continued to build.

The women lost track of time. The universe became only their pumping, writhing bodies, their hot, slick tongues, and the exquisite pleasure they were beating into the other. Nothing else mattered. The ecstasy built and built, their swollen clits knotted and seemed to expand to become their entire bodies. Deep in her delirious mind, Anita was sure she had died and gone to heaven.

The end came suddenly. One mutual thrust too many, one delicious, electrifying stroke too far, and the women’s voluptuous bodies were trembling with pleasure and a rising tide of pure ecstasy was overwhelming their senses, intensifying the overpowering sensations wracking their bodies. Their clits seemed to swell to encompass everything, filling them to the brim.

Anita and Lanara broke their deep, passionate kiss in a spray of spit. They stared deep into each other, their eyes wide in astonishment, as indescribable pleasure bloomed, filled them, then released in an irresistible surge of ecstasy. Their inosculated cunts, sealed tight in a meaty join, contracted, squeezed hard, then released in a gusher of hot cum.

“FUCKING GOD!!” Anita shrieked as an incredible orgasm roared out of her core. She ejaculated like a fire hose, cumming and cumming, emptying herself into Lanara’s hungry cunt

“FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!!” Lanara screamed. Her steaming cum flowed into Anita, intercepting the hot stream of ejaculate flowing into her, mixing and combining as the women’s juicy cunts melted into one, fusing in ecstasy.

Anita and Lanara locked mouths and kissed savagely, viciously, as their bodies convulsed, muscles straining and holding each other in a quivering stalemate as they forced orgasm after orgasm out of the other’s cunt. They dug their fingers into the other woman’s flexing ass and held on, grinding relentlessly, clit on clit. Their pleasure hit another devastating peak of mutual orgasmic ecstasy. The women could only choke out desperate cries as their bodies overflowed with erotic bliss. Anita felt herself passing out, her mind unable to cope with the sensations setting every nerve on fire.

All over the ship, electricity surged through power couplings and exploded with showers of sparks and flashes of green light. The aliens worked frantically to release some of their stored sexual energy so they could replace it with the far more intense and powerful psychic power emanating from the women’s locked room. They did not want to lose any of the potent forces the women were producing but some of them realized they risked permanently damaging their ship if they did not find a way to vent the sexual power flowing out of Anita and Lanara.

It was some time before their delicious orgasms finally receded. The women lay twined together in the afterglow. Anita’s mind gradually returned. She was collapsed on top of Lanara, too spent to move. The Denaran’s arms held her tight. The women’s tits throbbed into each other, their clits pulsed in tandem. Their sculpted bodies were soaked in sweat and cum.

With a gentle moan, Anita pushed herself off of Lanara and rolled onto her back beside the supine alien woman. Lanara gasped, maybe in protest, so Anita knew her fuck partner was also semi-conscious.

For a few minutes, the naked women lay side by side, their identically-proportioned bodies a perfect match, their massive tits rising and falling, jiggling enticingly with every breath. Their skin glistened with sweat and ejaculate. To any observer, they were the personifications of sex, of erotic power and desire.

They were shoulder to shoulder, their heavy tits lolling on their chests, the meaty masses pressed tight, side to side. Their long, thick hair was tangled together. The women turned their beautiful, panting faces to each other. Lanara pushed herself up and onto her side, crushing her thick tit to Anita’s tit. She lowered her gorgeous face to Anita’s, her dark hair coming down like a curtain. She offered her tongue to Anita, who eagerly encompassed the slick, pink muscle with her lips and teeth and sucked hard on the firm flesh. Lanara soon took her turn, sucking enthusiastically at Anita’s tongue, the way she would a male’s trembling cock.

The women turned their tongue-sucking into a hot, passionate kiss. Lanara eagerly mounted Anita’s sweat-slick body. Anita did not resist but lustfully wrapped her arms around her rival and spread her legs wide, offering her juiced-up twat to her enemy. Lanara drove her frothing, steaming cunt deep into Anita’s ravenous fuckmeat. The women screamed into their throats, never breaking the kiss, as their bodies merged once again.

All across the ship, energy flared through overtaxed circuits again as the women’s overwhelming mutual pleasure fed more psychic power into the system than it could handle. The fuckfighting women’s asses pumped furiously as they fucked and fucked each other to greater and greater heights of ecstasy. The alien masters scrambled to find ways to save the power the women were generating while preventing their ship’s systems from shutting down. The engineers in charge were not sure that was possible. Soon, to prevent a ship-wide failure, they might need to shut everything down.

Within their erotic arena, the Terran and Denaran women were unaware of this. All that they knew was the excruciating pleasure of the other woman’s delicious body, of their shared need to force their erotic rival to submit. After almost two hours of relentless fucking, Anita and Lanara went rigid in a series of devastating orgasms that pushed them to the brink of unconsciousness. They clung to each other, pulling hair, biting, sobbing, gasping out choking screams, and cursing each other, as they pumped copious amounts of cum into their locked vaginal canals, filling each other with burning ejaculate.

They collapsed, twined together, sobbing and moaning, floating in the afterglow of unbearable pleasure. After some time, Lanara rolled off of Anita’s sweat-drenched body, but the women remained side by side, keeping as much of their bodies in contact as they could. Their heavy tits rested mass to mass and the women turned to each other, sharing hot breath, their faces almost touching.

Through pleasure-glazed eyes, Anita regarded the incredible beauty at her side. Her rivalry with this woman was still real, still intense, but she was also unbelievably grateful for the sexual ecstasy she had found between the bitch’s legs. Without Lanara, she would never have felt the kind of searing pleasure they had been giving each other, she may never have realized her full sexual potential. She knew that she had to have more.

“Oh God, you cunt,” Anita breathed. “You’re an incredible fuck.”

“So are you, you dirty little slut,” Lanara breathed. “I’ve never been fucked like this before.”

“Neither have I,” Anita admitted.

The women’s bodies pressed tighter and they rolled onto their sides, their magnificent bodies aligning, their tits and bellies pressed tight, Anita threw a leg over Lanara’s hip. The move put her off balance and Lanara rolled her onto her back. The women kissed deeply as their bodies writhed together. Anita kept the roll going and took the top position. They rolled slowly, over and over, their mouths locked, their moans filling the room as their bodies reloaded, as their passion increased, feeding their mutual desire.

Anita readied herself for more fucking, more delicious pleasure. She was aware that she and the Denaran had been going at each other for hours now, but she did not feel tired or sexually exhausted and she was sure the same was true of Lanara. Their sexual war of attrition was just beginning and she could not have been happier.

Part VII

Anita and Lanara fucked and fucked and fucked, taking each other in every way and in every position they could imagine. They locked up in a delicious suck fuck 69 that lasted hours, sucking, licking and tonguing orgasm after orgasm out of each other, using their fingers and then, eventually, their fists to devastating effect. They went ass to ass, grinding pussies furiously, working their assholes together until their anuses gripped and sucked, until their lower bodies were soaked with their creamy ejaculate. They feasted on tits and lay side by side as they fingered each other to one excruciating orgasm after another. They violated and used each other’s luscious bodies in every way they could imagine, each trying to sexually overpower and exhaust the other.

As the women climbed to higher and higher heights of pleasure, the outer ship was in crisis. The women’s telepathic alien captors had filled all their other storage tanks and jury-rigged whatever additional psychic containers they could, but it was still not enough. They did not want to lose all the energy that had been generated by tamer couplings over the course of their harvesting but they were also loathe to shut down the psychic collectors and just let the women ravage each other without capturing their sexual energy. The aliens considered that option unacceptably wasteful, but they soon realized that they had to make a difficult choice. They vented the less potent energy and continued collecting everything they could from Anita and Lanara’s all-out fuckfight.

The women’s marathon fuck session went on for a full day, then two. The sexual warriors were lost in the haze of their shared pleasure. They were determined to dominate and prove their superiority over the other woman and they knew that they could only do this by forcing their rival into sexual submission. That could only mean completely exhausting and draining the other or overwhelming their enemy with pleasure they could not withstand.

They slowly depleted each other but whenever they were hungry or thirsty they could call on the room to provide them with nutrient tablets. The tablets replenished their bodies, even boosting their energy, while bypassing their digestive systems. While they did not feel hungry, they also did not have to worry much about taking care of bodily needs.

At some point on the second day, the women lay tangled together. They had just brought each other to another series of delicious, multiple orgasms and they lay temporarily spent. Anita peeled her sweaty, cum-slicked body away from Lanara and sat up. She was tired and sore, her breasts tender from the constant rubbing and sucking and biting they had endured, her pussy even more sensitive after the even greater abuse it had absorbed. She loved feeling this way, she loved her body displaying all the signs of a good, hard fuck. She was a bit tired of being dirty, however. She enjoyed the Denaran’s musky scent. It turned her on and she was sure it was packed with exotic pheromones. She caught a whiff of herself, however, and decided it was time to clean up a bit.

She slid off the bed, amazed at how weak her legs were, and imagined a deep, warm bubble bath into existence. She made the tub recessed into the floor so all she had to do was slide in. As she settled into the warm water, she was not surprised to see Lanara climb off the bed. The Denaran did not stand up. Instead, she crawled on her hands and knees to the side of the tub then slid into the water, immersing herself completely. After a moment, she re-emerged, her dark hair a wet helmet around her head that she slicked back.

The women arranged their legs, opening their thighs and scissoring, their naked pudenda lined up perfectly. The women’s massive tits floated on the surface of the steaming water, like four small islands cresting the waves. Eyes half-closed, the women slid into the other, pressing their hot, aching genitals together. Their thick, juicy twats sucked and merged, their pulsing clits met and stroked under the water. The pleasure was exquisite. Anita and Lanara threw back their heads and moaned in bliss.

The warm water soothed their aching bodies as the women rubbed cunts, slow and hard. Anita reached out and Lanara took her hands. Fingers interlaced, palm to palm, their hips rocking gently, their tits bobbing deliciously on the surface of the steaming water, the alien women fucked and fucked, their moans and grunts of pleasure building and building until they become erotic screams of ecstasy. The women bucked furiously as they rode each other to one excruciating orgasm after the other. In the soothing, encompassing heat of the tub, Anita felt like every nerve was on fire and flowing into and around every nerve in Lanara’s exquisite body. As they ejaculated into each other over and over again, she felt like she was melting into the other woman, achieving a sexual union so pure and overpowering that she was losing her sense of herself as a separate being.

Anita passed out, her mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations wracking her voluptuous flesh. She came to several minutes later. Lanara was barely conscious too, her head resting against the lip of the tub, her eyes closed, her mouth partly open as she gasped for breath.

Anita knew that she and this alien beauty could be going at each other for a very, very long time before one of them managed to overwhelm the other and prove who deserved the title of “best fuck in the galaxy.” That they could keep replenishing their bodies through the food and water tablets guaranteed that the conflict would continue. She realized the only way they could settle their dispute is if their bodies could truly ride each other to exhaustion.

Anita pulled her sucking fuckhole out of its lock with Lanara’s juicy genitals and climbed out of the tub. She imagined nutrient and water tablets into existence and lay back on the bed as the energies flowed through her body, restoring her strength. A minute later, Lanara joined her on the bed. The Denaran woman had also replenished her strength with the tablets. She stretched out beside Anita and ran a teasing hand up the Terran woman’s torso, tracing Anita’s belly, before pausing to squeeze and fondle her tit. Lanara lowered her head and began licking and sucking on Anita’s taut, trembling titmeat. Her sucking soon turned aggressive as she began to bite and chew at the succulent flesh, her desire to ravage Anita’s body growing to a fever.

Anita moaned and wriggled, enjoying the delicious combination of pain and pleasure. Lanara’s hand slipped down Anita’s body and buried itself in her naked, throbbing cunt. Skilled fingers probed the Terran’s vaginal walls and stroked her pulsing clit.

Anita grabbed Lanara by her hair close to her scalp and pulled the alien’s head back. Lanara hissed with the shock of pain. Anita pulled the woman onto her back and attacked her tits, squeezing a massive mammary with her free hand and dipping her head to take as much of the firm meat into her mouth as she could. She bit and chewed at the distended nipple. Lanara writhed and groaned under her. Anita’s hand continued to Lanara’s pussy and she began finger-fucking her rival, her fingers like pistons in the woman’s twat.

Lanara pushed Anita onto her side. The women’s bodies aligned, their heavy tits crushing tight as they pumped their rival’s twat, fingers knifing in and out of hot, slippery genitals. The sucking, wet sound of the battle filled the room, accompanying the women’s growing moans and cries. Their skilled fingers teased more and more pleasure out of their flowing twats until the women went stiff in each other’s arms. They pulled hair and screamed in joy as their bodies twisted against each other, their hands filling with the other woman’s hot ejaculate as they came in concert.

“Oh god, you fuck!!” Anita moaned, her gorgeous face distorted in erotic agony.

“You cunt, you fucking cunt!!” Lanara groaned. She pulled viciously at Anita’s hair as her body trembled in pleasure.

Panting, the women collapsed in each other’s arms. They gasped and grunted, wriggling against each other. Anita raised her hand to Lanara’s mouth. Lanara did the same. The two women licked and sucked at the other’s cupped palm, sucking up their own cum. Their mouths dribbling with ejaculate, they eagerly locked into a deep, spitty, cummy kiss. Their tongues scoured the insides of the other’s mouth as they shared the spit and cum, mixing it into a hot ball that they both slowly swallowed back.

The women rested together, limbs twined, breasts pressed tight, nose to nose. They shared hot breath, letting their voluptuous bodies reload, their mutual lust build, until they were ready to start fucking again.

“We can keep doing this forever,” Anita breathed.

“Or at least until they stop us,” Lanara concurred. She smiled lustily. “But I don’t mind doing this forever. This has been the most satisfying fuck of my life. I will break you eventually but I don’t care how long it takes to do it.”

“I feel the same way,” Anita admitted. “I don’t really want to stop. But we may never know which of us is the better fuck if we don’t change something. At some point, the aliens are going to get tired of us just going at each other.”

“Why should they care? So long as they get their energy they should be happy if we can keep fucking each other blind.” Lanara looked pensive. “Still, they will stop us eventually. Maybe before we decide this between us.”

Anita nodded. “I have a proposition.”

“What’s that?” Lanara gently caressed Anita’s tit and squeezed the hard nipple.

Anita’s eyes fluttered as she absorbed the intense pleasure. She bit her lip then continued.

“We keep replenishing our bodies using these nutrient tablets. They don’t restore us entirely -they can’t do anything about abrasions and bite marks and things like that – but they do give us energy and stamina. Let’s stop using them. Let’s fuck until one of us genuinely exhausts the other, just letting our natural bodily strength and stamina be the determinant.”

Lanara smiled. “That won’t go well for you. Denarans’ have more natural stamina than humans. I will fuck you into the ground.”

Anita had done her research too. It was true that Denarans tended to be, on average, more durable than humans, but the two races were very close in all respects and Anita knew that she was well above average for a human.

“Maybe, but I’m willing to take that risk. What do you say?”

The Denaran woman sat up on her ass. Anita rose to mirror her position. Slowly, Lanara spread her legs wide, revealing her flawless twat, her cum-slick inner thighs. Anita stared into the other woman’s genitals, mesmerized by their beauty, by the intense pleasure they promised.

“I agree,” Lanara purred. “But we do this cunt to cunt, tit to tit, non-stop until one of us breaks and surrenders or passes out and can’t go on. Agreed?”

Anita spread her legs wide, aiming her dripping, ravenously hungry cunt at the beauty before her. Her eyes glowed with lust. “Agreed,” she grunted.

Smiling, the women pushed forward, scissoring their muscular legs, sliding their starving cunts into each other. Their wet, steaming fuck mouths locked, their netherlips pressing tight and almost hissing with heat and moisture as they spread each other and fused. Slick labia sizzled as the complex folds of their vaginas mated. Huge, pulsing clits met head to head, thousands of nerves screaming in ecstasy as they crushed directly into each other. The women moaned uncontrollably, tears streaming down their faces, as their bodies struggled to deal with the intense pleasure wracking every muscle, every nerve in their voluptuous forms.

Anita and Lanara slipped their arms around the other’s hips and grasped their rival’s perfect, powerful ass. They pushed in tight, their massive tits mushrooming, their throbbing nipples sucking and crushing back into hot, ridged areola. Their bellies clapped together, wet, firm abdomens flexing, navels sucking. They pushed forehead to forehead and stared into the other woman’s eyes, joined together in absolute intimacy.

“I’m going to suck every drop out of that little twat, you fucking whore,” Lanara whispered, her voice a low growl. Her breath hitched at the end as a pulse of unbearable pleasure rippled through her body.

“Do it, you fuck,” Anita murmured. “Let’s fuck each other to death. I’m not stopping until one of us is broken and that’s going to be you.”

“Gods damn you,”Lanara grunted. She turned her head, slipping her nose past Anita’s nose and extended her tongue, running it along Anita’s wet, parted lips.

“Fuck you, you fucking cunt,” Anita whispered. She opened her mouth and took the other woman in, their tongues stroking and sliding, rolling and caressing in slick spit.

The women moved their hips slow and hard, their clits never separating but jousting and grinding continuously, beating more and more pleasure into their overcharged bodies. Both women wanted this final battle to last as long as possible. They took their time, torturing each other with erotic ecstasy, until their nerves were screaming with electricity, until their entire bodies felt like two intertwined clits, twisting and wrapping around each other like mating snakes, their flesh on fire, flowing into one.

In the ship outside, the aliens had finally come to the inevitable conclusion that what was going on between the two women was simply far too much for their psychic harvesters to handle. They shut down their collectors and began to feast directly on the ambient energy emanating from the erotic cell in which their two prize fighters were conducting the most epic fuck battle that anyone on the ship had ever experienced. They decided they would give the women another day, at the most, before they separated them. The decision was made by the alien council on the ship to return all of their specimens to their home worlds. At this point, the ship could not contain any more energy. It needed to be offloaded and processed before the ship could continue its mission. Even more, they had to come up with better ways of storing what they could get from the women’s pairing.

Lanara and Anita knew none of this, of course. They were locked together in their own sexual paradise, enjoying each other in a way they had never had with any other partner before. They shared orgasm after orgasm, working each other to peaks of ecstasy, and then emptying themselves into the other, over and over. They kissed deep and hard, they writhed in each other’s arms, rubbing and grinding every part of their bodies together, giving and taking pleasure. With every overwhelming climax, their bodies became more sensitive, the next orgasm always slightly more powerful than the one before. The women were slowly exhausting each other as they pushed their sexual union to its ultimate conclusion.

Anita and Lanara trembled and moaned through another excruciating, multi-orgasmic climax. They bit the other woman’s shoulder as they quivered and shuddered, cursing each other, sobbing desperately.

“Lanara, you cunt, you fucking, fucking cunt…,” Anita cried, her body convulsing with pleasure.

“Fuck you, fuck you, whore…,” Lanara choked out.

The women fell away from each other, flat on their backs. Their bodies were still locked at the cunt. Cum squirted into the air from their convulsing pussies, falling back to splatter on their bellies and thighs. They writhed and undulated, driving into each other, both refusing to give up. The sensations wracking their perfect bodies were too much. With a mutual sigh, the women finally fell into unconsciousness, neither able to withstand the pleasure.

Anita floated on a cloud of pure bliss, her body vibrating with erotic power in a way she had never felt before. Every atom in her body, every nerve, seemed to be singing with electricity and delicious sensations. Her libido seemed quenched, truly satiated for the first time in her adult life.

Anita felt Lanara pulling away from their locked bodies, the Denaran woman’s cunt sucking apart from the Terran’s twat. Anita could not move. Her mind could not focus, all her energy seemed to be gone, her muscles slack with the absolute release of tension. She felt Lanara climb on top of her, mount her. The Denaran woman’s thighs pushed Anita’s thighs apart. Anita felt the wonderful weight and mass of Lanara’s huge tits crushing down on her own, their hot nipples spearing. The woman’s flat belly slapped on Anita’s. Lanara wriggled, belly to belly. Anita felt the woman’s slick, juicy cuntlips sliding along her own.

Anita looked up at her rival through half-closed eyes. She tried to focus, but she was having difficulty. Lanara ran her tongue along Anita’s lips, then pushed her tongue in and kissed Anita hard and deep. Anita kissed back, but she was having a hard time getting her tongue to work. Lanara finally broke the kiss.

“I’ve beaten you,” Lanara whispered. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion, but Anita could see the spark of womanly pride. “I’ve fucked you until you can’t go on. I win. I’m the best fuck in the galaxy.”

“Like fuck you are,” Anita slurred. “We’re not done yet…” It was true that her clit was still hard, it could still match the hot nub pushing down on it now.

Lanara closed her eyes and concentrated on slowly rotating her hips, grinding herself down into Anita, rolling and grinding their clits relentlessly. Anita pushed back, she tried to rotate in the opposite direction, but she was having problems staying conscious. Her senses were filling with pleasure once more, her nerves were burning, getting hotter and hotter, more exquisitely sensitive. She stared up into Lanara’s beautiful face, which was etched in a combination of pure ecstasy and sexual agony.

A roaring wave of overpowering pleasure surged up from Anita’s cunt, blasting through her body, blowing out her mind, and she finally passed into sweet oblivion.

Part VIII

Anita woke in the alley behind the club. She was sitting down, leaning against a brick wall. She looked around, thoroughly confused, not sure of what had happened. Her last memory was of her walking down the street from the club, a bit giddy and tired, but far from being exhausted. She had not had a lot to drink. How had she ended up in this alley? Had she been roofied? If so, whoever had done it was long gone. She felt her body, looking for signs of having been sexually violated, but she could not find anything.

She got to her feet and felt around her body more thoroughly. She detected nothing, but something felt…off. There was something that was different about her. She could sense this but could not figure out what it was that was missing.

She made her way back to her apartment, stripped down, and washed. Afterwards, she climbed into bed, still nude, and turned off the light. As she lay back on the clean sheets, looking forward to deep sleep, it suddenly occurred to her what was wrong: usually, she felt incredibly horny. Normally, she masturbated herself to sleep every night. There was always a low level of sexual desire burning in her loins, tenting her nipples, making her feel permanently unsatisfied and on edge. She had learned to live with this feeling but regarded it as the cost of having an overpowered libido. These feelings were now gone. For the first time in her adult life, Anita felt that her sexual hunger was sated.

She sat up in bed and stared around the room, the sudden shock of the realization reverberating in her mind and body. She cupped her massive tits and squeezed them. She had very little sexual response. She lay back on the bed and breathed deeply. There was only one way to test herself. She slipped her hand down her taut belly to her thick cuntlips and began to stroke her pussy lips, pressing an expert finger into her cunt. Her other hand gripped one of her tits tightly and began to massage the thick meat and caress her brown nipple. Usually, her pussy would be dripping by now, hot and thick, wet and succulent. Her tits would already be feeling heavy and warm, her nipples hard as iron, her brown cylinders jutting like spears. As Anita played with herself, her body did not respond. She raised her tit to her mouth and began to lick and suck at the dense meat, but her nipple did not harden.

Anita released her body and stared at the ceiling. Something had happened, something that had truly satisfied her sexual hunger. Why couldn’t she remember it? She tried masturbating again, this time using her imagination in concert with her hands, to stimulate her body. She thought about a huge, thick cock going right up her cunt, filling her and reaming her out. She felt a stirring in her loins and a vague glimmer of memory that puzzled her. She had a great deal of experience being fucked by men but whatever was playing on the edge of her memory was somehow different. Her body was responding, but still not as well as it should have been. She switched her imagination from fucking men to fucking women.

The sudden surge of intense lust caught her by surprise. Her mind was overwhelmed with images and feelings. The picture of a gorgeous womanly body filled her inner eye; the sensation of being pressed to that body, tits crushed to tits, warm bellies slapping, hot cunts sucking and merging, clits rubbing and exploding with pleasure, fusing and fucking, roared through her mind and filled her senses. Her pussy immediately became wet, her clit swelled, her soft nipples hardened into fleshy spikes. She felt the blood flowing into her tits, saturating her cunt lips. Her twat became hot and juicy.

“Oh God!” she cried out, her fingers stroking, stroking, her pulsing, throbbing clit. She sucked her tit hard, she worked her fingers deep into her vaginal canal and thrust hard. Her body burned with lust and pleasure. She writhed and twisted, bucking her hips. She sexually assaulted her own body with animal fervor. For almost 20 minutes, she masturbated furiously before, finally, her back arched and she screamed in joy as she came like a fountain.

“Oh God, oh Fuck, oh Fuck, Fuck, FUUUCCCCKKKK!!”

Anita collapsed on her bed, gasping, her body soaked with sweat. “What was that?” she thought to herself. She had always enjoyed sex with women before, but she had never reacted so powerfully when masturbating. What was going on?

Her mind went back to the body that had appeared in her mind’s eye. She sensed that this woman was real, somehow. She could not have forgotten such a woman – but why didn’t she remember who she was or where she had met her or anything else about her?

Anita was left with the puzzle. Over the next few months, her libido returned, more powerful than ever. She enjoyed her sex with other people more but her greatest relief was found in her fantasies of masturbating to the beautiful woman in her dreams.

Three months after she woke in the alley, Anita woke in a gentle pink room. She had no recollection of having gotten there. She had gone to sleep in her own bed at night and now she was waking in a totally alien environment, but one that seemed strangely familiar. She was calm. Somehow, she knew she was not in danger.

Anita was naked under the sheet covering her body. She suddenly became conscious of something else. There was another person in the bed with her. She turned and saw an incredibly beautiful, red-skinned woman. The woman was under the thin sheet, but it served to emphasize, rather than conceal, her voluptuous curves.

Anita registered that this was the woman who had been haunting her masturbatory fantasies for months, then her mind was overwhelmed with a surge of memories, sensations and emotions. Everything came back to her in a rush – her first alien abduction, her delicious weeks getting fucked out of her mind by many different alien men, her unbelievably ecstatic and delicious fuckfight with Lanara to determine which of them was really “the best fuck in the galaxy” that had ended –Anita felt a flush of shame and rage– with her defeat. OK, maybe she had lost – but just barely. Now, as she gazed at the beautiful alien woman, who was still unconscious, she briefly contemplated the opportunity for revenge. That urge was washed away in a flood of pure lust. She remembered the feeling of absolute erotic satisfaction, she remembered the sensations of her body locked with Lanara’s lush body, of their clits fighting ferociously, of cumming and cumming into each other…

“Oh Jesus Fucking God…,” Anita moaned. She had to have Lanara. She had to have her right now.

Anita pulled the sheet back, throwing it off of their naked bodies. Lanara mumbled and shifted on the bed, as she began to regain consciousness. Anita did not wait. With a moan, she rolled on top of the Denaran woman, mounting her eagerly. Anita almost sobbed as she felt her engorged tits crush down on the alien woman’s spectacular rack, as her hard belly slapped to Lanara’s. She pushed the other woman’s thighs apart with her own and aimed her soaking, burning cunt directly at its counterpart.

Lanara’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at Anita without comprehension. Then, awareness flooded into her eyes. Her eyes widened as her memories returned
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“You!” the Denaran woman exclaimed. “You Terran bitch…”

Anita did not wait to hear more. She rammed her mouth deep into Lanara’s mouth, driving her tongue in, reveling in the wonderful sensations she had craved for so long in her fantasies. She felt her juicy, steaming cunt line up with its perfect counterpart on Lanara’s body. She slid her slimed up pussy directly onto Lanara’s matching cunt. The electrical pleasure that roared through the women’s bodies as their cunts mated caused them to shriek in bliss directly into the other’s mouth.

They women broke the kiss, but their hips and asses worked ferociously as they ground their clits together relentlessly. They moaned and snarled like animals, pulling hair, scratching, clawing at luscious flesh, panting furiously, crying out in shared pleasure.

“You bitch, you dirty, fucking bitch,” Anita groaned into Lanara’s ear. “I want a rematch, you fuck…”

Lanara bit Anita’s shoulder, she pulled her long hair. “You’ll get one, cuntfucker,” the Denaran hissed. “But first I want to hear you admit it. Say that I am the ‘best fuck in the galaxy.’”

Anita slowed her thrusts and glared down at the woman under her. Then she smiled viciously. “You’re the best fuck in the galaxy, Lanara,” she admitted. “But only until I finish fucking your brains out this time. I’m going to ride you all over this room.”

“Try it, bitch.”

The women’s mouths slammed together as they fought to consume each other in a ravenous kiss. Their bodies moved in rhythm, their swollen clits grinding relentlessly. With cries of joy, Anita and Lanara resumed their erotic fuckwar.

In the outer ship, the aliens looked on with satisfaction. They had spent months redesigning their ship’s collecting tanks, preparing them to absorb erotic psychic energy on a much larger scale than ever before. They were expecting the sexual confrontation before them to produce more record-breaking amounts of high-quality psychic power. Already, however, their projections indicated they might have problems storing all of what the women might generate.

As the aliens watched the two incredibly beautiful women writhe and buck in each other’s arms, their minds turned to other possibilities. Many of the specimens they collected from various worlds prided themselves on their sexual prowess. The aliens were already planning to bring all of these high quality specimens together in sexual contests, with the expectation of duplicating what the Terran and Denaran women were doing to each other.

Anita and Lanara did not yet know it, but their lives were about to get even more interesting.

The End

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