The ship's shower was not particularly large, most conveniences on board a space-vessel having to be somewhat scaled down, and Gina found a couple of times that the drain became clogged slightly, such was the thickness and sheer volume of balljuice that the water sluiced off her down the plughole. After emerging from the clouds of steam and into the bathroom, Gina towelled off and set about thinking of what to wear. She was torn between wanting to don something that would make Lucian blow yet another enormous load the instant he saw whatever outrageous and slutty get-up she had chosen, and yet at the same time needed something that wouldn't make her stand out too much, since discretion was the optimum mode of operation at this stage in the mission.

Once again, as she had done before she had made her way to the docking station orbiting Darvon, Gina went once again to her 'dressing' room and settled into the large black chair that dominated the space, the screens around it immediately sensing she was there and flicking into life to present her with an array of options of how to further customise her appearance.

First Gina used the tube of lube and the monomolecular scanner to delete the tattoo of the word 'cumslut' that she had previously had positioned atop her pubic mound. She also chose to eliminate the one that went over her left thigh and the small of her back using the same process. Now with her astonishing, bronzed body a blank slate, she decided upon an old classic, adding a slender tattoo of black barbed wire just above the bicep on her right arm. To complement the tattoo she added another of identical design that went all the way round the curves of her supple, muscular thigh. Finally she decided to adorn her entire back with a detailed and intricate tattoo recognisible as being based on designs of the Vascali indigenous people, a swirl of black interconnecting tracework around a central point.

This time she decided to go blonde, and had the machine nano-microbiologically change her long, tumbling near-ass-length tresses into an almost silvery whiteness.

Rising from the seat, Gina selected her wardrobe. First of all she dressed herself in a pink shredded vest. It was extremely short, and the figure-hugging elasticated material (the elastication had particular anti-projectile properties) only made it down to just below her boobs, leaving the ripped tracework of her absurdly sculptured stomach muscles open to the world. The material was shiny and had a little stretch to it, the most important feature of the top being the way that it had eight horizontal slashes across the front of it, revealing the contours of her staggeringly huge, more-than head-size tits, which tented the material from beneath and had the effect of projecting the vest top outwards, the bulging globes stretching the slashes in the material so that they provided more-than indecent glimpses of her dainty areolas and small, eraser-tip nipples.

For a skirt Gina chose a minuscule, pleated black-latex affair that was no more than three inches long, allowing the clear, latex transparent panties that she wore to be observed both as they rode over the smooth swell of her mouthwatering hips and every time she took a step. Behind her, the short latex pleats merely rested upon the protruding, globular spheres of her asscheeks, almost horizontal, so that Gina's ass was all fully exposed.

Gina strapped a holster with a small but indisputably effective sidearm to the side of her thigh, designing to prefer matt-black platform soled stripper shoes. Pink fingerless gloves completed the look, with a number of small, unobtrusive digital devices that would not add to the look in themselves but comprised a devastating, if outwardly inconspicuous, arsenal, should she need to call upon it.

Just them she felt the unmistakable judder of the ship breaking the atmosphere of the planet and knew that Lucian was bringing them down on the surface. She left her own ship and made her way through the cargo bay to the cockpit, where Lucian was concentrating on a set of screens, each giving particular readings, and trying manfully to wrestle with a large joystick in the centre of the control panel.

'Fuck, Gina, that's not fair,' Lucian said when he saw her.

'What's not?' said Gina, twirling to give him a full view of how she looked.

'Do you want me to crash the ship? Do you? Because that's what's going to happen if you continue to parade about like that,' Lucian said with a grin.

'I'll take my chances,' retorted Gina with a wry smile, 'I've taken much bigger ones just to try and make a few monstercocks burst open a few pairs of trousers... mmmmm...'

As Lucian continued to pilot the ship, Gina snuggled next to him and started to lick her lips, moan, and make sort of indecent sounds as her roving hands found his trousers and pulled the fabric tightly to better make the outline of his enormous fuck-missile as it rose to full tumescence once again. Gina looked in Lucian's eyes and simply drooled all over the fabric, positive that she could make out large, throbbing veins of the monstrous organ standing out, even from under the stiff material.

'Dammit Gina!' said Lucian, who at that point was very close to making the nose of the large cargo taker tip too far in one direction, nearly unbalancing the entry into Darvon's atmosphere, 'this is a little on the dangerous side.'

'Ok, Gina agreed, pressing her lips together in a gesture of appreciation of how the head of Lucian's massive flesh missile was pressed against his hip, the long tube of flesh straining against the confines of his trousers horizontally, the restrictive material straining to keep the enormous horsedick where it was, 'I promise I won't suck this fucking log unless you actually burst out of your trousers. That's fair.'

Gina made goo-goo eyes at Lucian and stuck her tongue into her cheek and moved her hand next to it, making the signal of jacking off.

Lucian gulped.

'Oooops...' Gina said with a smile. There was a ripping sound, indiscernible at first, then unmistakably that of cloth giving away until a large section of Lucian's crotch tore asunder in an instant and his vast, angry prong sprang up, vibrating in the air, whisking long silvery threads of precum up in the air with it, the fist-sized head thumping decisively into the side of Gina's face with a loud 'SPLAT'!

There was a moment, and then a long jet of precum spewed, firehose like, out of his cockend, spraying the instrumentation of the cockpit with hot, viscous issue.

'Why don't you let me take over,' Gina suggested with a smirk, even as the massive ships continued its descent through the atmosphere, Lucian's hands no longer on the control joystick but clasping onto the side of his seat. Gina winked suggestively at Lucian, and wrapped her lips around the gleaming, flared bell-end of the hung smuggler, and when Lucian's eyes had come down from rolling around the top of his head he saw Gina get in front of him, her eyes locked onto his, her long legs perfectly straight behind her.

'Underwear is so restrictive,' Gina smiled as she reached behind her and took one of the transparent straps of her PVC thong, hooking it over her asscheeks.

Lucian saw Gina dip her ass a little, and he realised with astonishment that Gina had impaled her tight little asshole on the control joystick, and as she sank her face further down his meatstick, was actually attempting to land the craft with her ass!

Lucian was too stumped by what Gina was doing to be able to voice any objections to it. And even if he had, the conversation was likely to have been one-sided, as the busty blonde babe had already slid her lips across the full length of his cockhead, thus leaving her free to start working it down her throat while her wet, soft lips moved further along the veiny trunk of Lucian's schlong.

As more of Lucian's sixteen-inch cock disappeared into Gina's maw and down her gullet, which as per usual began to expand, making for a drastic change in girth between the top half of her throat, which was stuffed with dick, and the lower, which wasn't yet, he felt the temptation to simply lean back and allow the gorgeous agent to have her way with him.

But he fought that urge for just long enough to place his right hand on the armrest of his pilot's chair and clicking his fingers across the console located on it, until a distinct beeping noise filled the cockpit and mixed with the sound of Gina slurping and sucking away at his cock, happily and hungrily, one of her hands wrapped as far round the base of his cock as she could get her fingers, the other being used to fondle his balls, sliding from one over-sized orb back to the other as the size of Lucian's testes increased the flow of clear juices from Gina's bald slit.

'Pathfinder system activated,' an androgynous and vaguely friendly voice suddenly announced, while the vital instruments in the cockpit turned into a reddish hue and the less vital ones shut down.

'Figured... you'd want... some assistance!' Lucian groaned out over the sound of a repeated and quite annoyed-sounding beeping, the cause of which was the fact that the ship had strayed rather far from the pre-programmed course that Lucian had chosen while activating the system which would hopefully help get them down on the ground in one piece.

Gina's response was to moan hard around Lucian's fuckpiece, and impale her mouth and her throat a few inches further on his mammoth cock before shifting her hips a little to the left and sinking further down onto the joystick.

The stimulation to her ass, as well as the taste of Lucian's dick, had already resulted in Gina becoming aroused to the point where her juices were streaming out round the front of her see-through thong, its borders practically invisible to all but the most thorough examination of her glistening crotch as the skimpy garment clung like a second skin to her pink, drooling little pussy.

As she shifted her hips, Gina could hear the annoyed beeps become less intense and longer, signifying that she was bringing the ship back on course. The Pathfinder system with which most ships were fitted was intended to be used in low-visibility situations, allowing the pilot to follow a pre-programmed course and thus land the craft safely, while the ship computers took control over the engines and ensured that it had enough thrust to follow the set course. Chances were that its designers had never conceived that it would be used quite like this, and the thought that she ought to write them a thank you-note later, with a lavish description of the situation and an offer to demonstrate it for them, made her giggle around Lucian's cock.

Hearing the muffled sound of Gina giggling, as well as feeling her breath wash over his cock as she did so, Lucian threw one last glance out the window, relieved to see that they now seemed to be flying a lot less erratically than they just a short while ago, and instead directed his gaze towards his own crotch, much of which was obscured underneath Gina's tresses of silky, near-white hair. He groaned, and made Gina's throat ripple thanks to his cock throbbing as a lengthy jet of precum was blasted directly down into her stomach.

Almost as though she'd sensed him looking at her, Gina chose that same moment to start bobbing her head up and down on Lucian's cock, taking him deeper into her throat before pulling back, then repeating the process all over again, her fingers continuing to caress his nuts while he became utterly captivated by the rhythmic movement of her head.

Meanwhile, as she kept shimmying and shifting her hips to maintain their course, the beeping remaining at a calm, regular pace throughout the rest of their descent, Gina could feel an anal orgasm building rapidly inside her, in large part thanks to the joystick moving about and shaking constantly now that the ship and its engines were no longer operating in a vacuum. The other big reason for Gina's oncoming orgasm was of course the massive length of stiff, bucking cockmeat that exploded up from between Lucian's legs, and the steady diet of thick, transparent prejizz that he was feeding her. Beyond that was the fact that, unlike her, Lucian obviously hadn't showered since their encounter up on the spaceport, meaning that Gina could still taste her own slutty, sexy ass off of his cock, which did nothing to stifle her arousal.

Gina was suddenly brought substantially closer to cumming when the joystick upon which her tightest hole was impaled suddenly pushed forwards with a sharp jerk as the ship steepened its descent, the beeping of the Pathfinder system rising in intensity and volume again as Gina did her best to hold back from climaxing her brains out and instead bring the vessel back on course. While all of this was going on, the movement of the joystick had pulled Gina along with it, resulting in her soft lips sliding up over the fat, veiny trunk of Lucian's cock, leaving a trail of spit and prejizz behind her even as the massive slab of fuckmeat throbbed violently as Lucian let out a dark groan and sent a long jet of precum rocketing up his cock, clearing his pisshole just as the crown of his schlong popped up out of Gina's oesophagus to re-enter her mouth, rendering it suddenly and drastically filled with such a quantity of the clear, sticky fluid that it made Gina's cheeks billow.

The pale-blonde, bronzed-skinned blonde babe made some sort of guttural noise, which was quite indistinct due to her maw being filled to the brim with Lucian's precum and the plump, flared crown of his dick, somehow managing to re-establish eye contact with him and maintaining it while she used her hips to get the ship back on course, taking a two-handed hold of the shaft of his member and beginning to stroke it while slurping down his precum, thus coaxing yet more of the stuff from him and having it be blasted into her mouth in a seemingly never-ending series of long, powerful spurts while his cock throbbed against her tentative hold of it.

The two were no longer maintaining eye contact, since that was impossible to accomplish when Gina's eyes had rolled back and her eyelids come down as the constant flow of precum into her mouth and down her throat combined with the joystick jerking around inside her anal passage, pushed her over the edge and made her girlcum burst out of her pussy, a relatively small amount of it splattering against the inside of her teeny thong while the rest of it burst past its borders to rain down onto the floor or be scattered across her toned midriff in long, wet streaks.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, quite some time later, the first thing Gina noticed, other than the monstercock being shoved in her face and the phallic joystick buried in her ass, was a gentle thud that spread through the ship and the sudden silence brought on by the engines shutting down.

'And we've landed,' Lucian managed to squeeze out where he sat buried deep into his seat, his balls throbbing obscenely against his thighs and long ropes of spit and precum hanging from the trunk of his muscular fuckpiece, which was only very partially obscured by Gina's dainty hands being wrapped around it.

Gina's response was to release Lucian's cock from her grasp and aim her eyes up at his again, sending him a naughty little glimpse before plunging forwards, celebrating the fact that they hadn't ended up crashing into the side of some mountain by deepthroating him, leaving him to groan over the sound of her sucking and slurping on his cock as inch after vein-corded inch of it disappeared into her mouth and down her throat.

When she had gorged herself on roughly twelve inches of thick, steel-hard cockmeat, Gina steered both her hands onto Lucian's scrotum, causing him to raise the volume of his hoarse groans through the manner in which she started to stroke his testes, milking them deftly and causing plumes of precum to pumped down her gullet and into her belly.

'Fuck...' Lucian croaked out as Gina's chin brushed against her fingers and her nose was pressed against his pelvis, the supremely stacked space-slut giggling around his schlong when his curly pubes tickled her nose.

'Back so soon, Lucian?' A distinctly female voice suddenly crackled over the intercom.

'Yeah...' Lucian groaned out as Gina began to pull up again, taking her time in sliding her lips over his cock and his cock out of her throat, which was pulsing thanks to the ceaseless throbbing of his prejizz-spewing member.

'You alright? Your landing was a little jerky,' the voice asked, just as Gina made it about halfway up Lucian's cock.

'Yes!' Lucian cried out, due to Gina slamming her head downwards to fully impale her throat on Lucian's dick, her nose connecting with his pelvis again just as a particularly hefty discharge of precum was shot straight into her belly, 'I'm alright, I just have a little company...'

'Male or female?' The voice asked. Even with the electronic sparkle distorting it slightly, it was clear that the now suddenly naughty-sounding voice already knew what the answer would be.

'She's a slut...' Lucian mumbled, his response making Gina moan happily around his cock before further raising the tempo of her repeated deepthroating and intensifying her fondling of his balls.

'Alright, I'll leave you two alone and let Scott take care of your ship,' the voice said, 'Over and out.'

'Good, over and OH FUCK!!!' Lucian's voice rose into a bellow as Gina bottomed out on his cock again, pushing him over the edge and causing him to release a thick, dense jet of cum into her belly, his entire cock rippling as the bolt of semen rose up through it and his balls suddenly pounding with such vigour that Gina's fingers were bouncing against them.

As for Gina, she began to pull back even while her eyes started to cross and girlcum gushed out of her slit, soaking her thong while her body started to tremble from the orgasm that washed over her, the walls of her ass contracting around the joystick with so much force that it made the ship wallow and shake where it stood. Working together, Gina and Lucian managed to extract enough of his dick from her throat that only its fat crown was lodged past her lips, his thick jizz now being pumped into her mouth, filling it to the point where it wasn't just trickling out from the corners of her mouth, but spilling onto both her lips even as Gina was swallowing it as fast as she could.

When it was over, and they'd both come down from their respective orgasms, Lucian slumped back into his chair, lazily wiping the sweat from his brow, while Gina savoured the last of his load, swilling it around in her mouth and making sure to immerse her taste buds in it before swallowing it down in small gulps and feeling replenished but a little dozy, fitting for someone who had just enjoyed a very hearty meal.

'Is that your way of getting out of buying me dinner?' As soon as she'd let the business end of Lucian's fuckmast exit her mouth, Gina was teasing him again, managing to get off an impish smile before twisting her face into a lustful grimace at the sight of the colossal size and girth of his still rock-hard pussy-pleaser.

'Definitely,' Lucian replied, nodding at Gina.

'You know,' Gina grabbed hold of Lucian's dick again and aimed it at her moving lips, 'I fucking love the taste of my ass off a huge fucking monstercock like yours. It reminds me how much of a slut I am.'

After finishing her dirty-talk, Gina deliberately left her mouth wide-open, resulting in the jet of precum that her words caused to shoot out of Lucian's widened pisshole to splatter itself across her palate, from which it dripped down onto her tongue.

Looking at the slutty blonde smiling up at him, Lucian chuckled as he recalled that she hadn't been wearing pearly white and very glossy lipstick when she'd sauntered into his cockpit earlier.

'Gina, get on your feet,' Lucian suddenly said.

Purring, Gina complied with his wishes, pushing her knees down against the floor and moving her way up the joystick, gasping from the mini-orgasm that hit her when the joystick popped out of her now gaping asshole, before getting up on her platform shoes to tower over Lucian. Placing his hands on her hips, Lucian pushed Gina back, making her yelp with surprise when she collapsed backwards to end up with her ass on the instrument board as Lucian rose to his feet before sinking down onto his knees, being careful to avoid the joystick.

'You cleaned yourself all over, I hope,' Lucian smiled up at Gina as his fingers wrapped themselves round the waistband of her teeny thong.

'Oh yes...' Gina breathed out, huskily, 'Like I said, I've got a special showerhead for those hard-to-reach places. It's twelve inches long, and you'd recognize the shape...'

Lucian let slip a happy grunt as he helped Gina step out of her thong, his lips forming a wolfish snarl as his gaze fell upon her bald slit, now completely exposed underneath her miniscule latex skirt, her labia swollen and soaking wet to the point where dollops of her juices were falling from down onto the floor of his cockpit.

Gasping when Lucian's tongue flicked out of his mouth and connected with her honeypot, Gina closed her head and rolled her head back, her hands coming down to rest on his head as he lapped at her pussy a second time, then a third.

While Lucian worked quickly to set up a rhythm with which to run his tongue up the length of Gina's juicing slit, she opened her eyes and looked out of the cockpit at the steep, sharp rock walls of the canyon that they had apparently landed in, before her gaze fell upon the mouth of the tall, spacious-looking cave that they'd touched down in front of. Like the floor of the canyon, the floor of the cave was surprisingly smooth and level, far too much so to be the work of nature alone, and a low, broad behemoth of vehicle was reversing out of the cave on its wide tracks.

'That woman on the intercom,' Gina returned her attention towards Lucian, 'When I meet her, I'm going to kiss her on the mouth and see if she thinks I taste familiar.'

'Just let me kiss her first,' Lucian pulled back from Gina's pussy for just long enough to say that, then resumed licking and lapping at it, greedily sucking her honey into his mouth as it came trickling out of her tight slit.

'So the slut loves the taste of pussy, does she...' Gina purred, then gazed over her shoulder again to see a brawny, barrel-chested hunk of a man stepping out of the now stopped vehicle in front of the ship, carrying to grav-clamps slung over his broad shoulders as he walked towards it.

'Fuck!' Gina cried out when one of Lucian's fingers found her gaping bunghole and started to tease it, circling round the inner edge of her widened hole to increase the flow of juices from her slit, 'Nice to see you're not just a pretty face and a huge cock.'

'Trust me, I'm full of surprises,' Lucian's chin was glistening with Gina's pussy juices, and again he cut the conversation short by resuming his licking of her snatch, keeping it up for quite some time, during which Gina threw another glance over her shoulder to see the man outside collecting a third grav-clamp and attaching it too to the landing struts of the ship before activating them, raising the vessel about a foot off the ground to float in the air, the front strut already connected to the back of the tractor.

As he walked back, the man happened to look up at the cockpit, and his jaw dropped at the sight of Gina standing there, her face beaming with lust and her huge tits threatening to tear her skimpy top to pieces. Like the exhibitionistic slut that she was, Gina waved at the man, then wrapped her hand into a fist and made a familiar motion of her head while puckering her lips.

The man outside was suddenly sporting a very noticeable bulge down the front of his stained coveralls, and looked ready to burst. But then Lucian's tongue darted against Gina's clit, and the observer outside got to see her face contort into a grimace of pure bliss, her eyes closing and her mouth opening wide as she let loose several long spurts of clear girlcum into Lucian's mouth, onto his chin and all over his chest.

Gina's delicious pussy quaked and convulsed around Lucian's mouth, more jets of girlcum spattering from her tight, pulsating honeypot as she orgasmed and lost herself to the amazing sensations that gripped her hot body. Lucian's face was doused with the gelatinous stuff and he felt the way that her muscular legs wrapped their way around his head, stiffening in tandem with her orgasmic throes.

Gina's climax subsided, just as juddering sounds began around she and Lucian, the whole craft beginning to shake, the noise an indication that the remaining glav-clamp had been fixed into place and the ship was being towed by the tractor into the cave. After a while, the huge cargo ship was tugged by the smaller service vehicle into the covered mouth of the huge aperture in the side of the canyon. There were some further sounds from outside, and then the ship stopped moving. There was a loud crash as the large cargo ship reacquainted itself with the ground a tremendous booming echo, and then silence.

'Welcome back Lucian,' came the female voice on the intercom, fizzing in over a background of static, 'come in peace, go in health, and leave behind a little of the happiness you bring with you.'

'Thanks Lynx,' said Lucian.

'And bring that fucking huge cock with you,' said the voice, shutting off the intercom abruptly. Gina smiled and recognised a kindred spirit.

Once the ship had stabilised and had thoroughly docked, Gina and Lucian finally disengaged. The machinery of the craft had begun to wind down to a benign hum as the different flight components powered down, and Gina and Lucian were able to catch their breath and wipe down their sweaty bodies. With considerable effort, Lucian nestled the heavy trunk of his enormous fuckstick back in his trousers, the shiny purple crown of the meaty sixteen inch megacock still leaking spunk. With Gina around, it went in with some difficulty, and still tented the material significantly, the fabric protruding from his groin like a tent-pole directly horizontally outwards.

'You going to be alright going about like that? Because it's not like it's a secret you've got a fucking Quirralian anaconda down there like that.'

'These guys won't mind. They're friends.'

'Hmmm?' said Gina, reflecting theatrically by drooling a rope of gluey cum over her bottom lips, slurping it back into her mouth, letting it ooze out again and again slurping it back, doing this a few more times, each time allowing the gooey strand to extend further down, the bubbly ribbon dangling from back to forth wildly, before eventually slurping it back up, 'Friends that will mind me walking around with your cum hanging from my chin or friends that won't mind it?'

'They may surprise you,'

'I doubt that, but I hope so.'

They made their way out of the cockpit, 'Thanks for swallowing, Gina,' Lucian said.

'Happy to do it, stud,' replied Gina, 'any particular reason?'

'The command consoles on these crafts have always been a bit twitchy. Most aren't even thoroughly waterproofed. I'd have hated to see what might have happened to the automatic pilot if I'd sprayed cum all over the console. Could have shorted the override. Would have been a shame to have crashed and burned as I blew my load.'

But what a way to go...' said Gina naughtily, blowing a cum bubble and then popping it with her index finger. It disintegrated and attached itself to the rope hanging off her chin.

'Speaking of which...' Lucian continued, with a sly grin, 'you can't seriously tell me you've ever landed a ship with your asshole before...'

'Oh no?' Gina said, cocking an eyebrow, 'Stud, among all the things I've done with my asshole in the course of my job, this probably counts as one of the least interesting ones, you get me...?'

'I wish I did,' said Lucian, shaking his head, unable to conjure any notions, think of situations or call any images to his mind that might give him a clue as to what Gina was alluding to. Both of them vacated the cockpit and made their way to the rear of the cargo craft, where Lucian took the controls of the doors and cycled the personnel lock.

The natural air of the planet was the first thing that greeted the pair as the outer doors opened. It was not unpleasant, the main impression being dryness, almost dust in the back of the throat. Gina filled her lungs nonetheless, pleased to be away from the recycled filtered stuff that was breathed in the various vessels of space she had inhabited for the past few weeks.

The bay was fairly large and had obviously seen some recent use, with long striplights hanging above and the odd ship dotted here and there. The man Gina had observed through the cockpit in the coveralls was there to greet them as they got to the bottom of the ship's ramp. He looked about in his mid-twenties, his garment stained with oil and other kinds of honest dirt, his face roughly handsome. Gina immediately clocked the enormous bulge that strained against the man's clothes in exactly the same way that Lucian's was currently doing, and wasn't about to mistake it for anything else. Clearly the glimpse of her in the cock pit had made quite an impression on the man. Amazing what a single careful hand-signal could do.

'You guys must be twins...' said Gina, the very that instant she set foot on the new planet wasting no time in running her hand down the man's body to feel his cock through the coveralls. The man's eyes bulged at her forwardness, but did not speak, and merely groaned appreciatively.

'My name's Gina...'

The man groaned as Gina fondled his massive horsehung cock with practiced expertise, grinding her impossibly curvy and sinuous body against his. He only groaned again, this time as he ran his hand down her lower back and over the bulging curves of her ass, his finger sliding under the tiny PVC skirt.

'No introductions on this planet, huh?' said Gina, shivering as the man's hands found the silken wetness of her juicing pussy, 'No names either, you just greet people with groans? Maybe I should call you Mister Footlong, because that's what you're pacing down there if I'm any judge...'

Lucian grinned, 'Well if you must insist on greeting people by zeroing straight in for their cocks I think you'd have to expect more than your fair share of groans, Gina. This is Aeshey, he's one half of the team that runs and maintains this waystation.'

Gina giggled, and looked directly into Aeshey's eyes, 'I won't get your cock out right now. It would mean that we'd never get out of the docking bay. But I promise you that when I do, you'll blow your load in less than five seconds...'

A big wet stain, evidently a blast of precum, immediately manifested itself at the tip of the tent that was pitched in the man's coveralls. The man addressed Lucian, but was clearly already lost in Gina, unable to tear his eyes from hers. Gina winked a long-lashed eye at him.

'Lucian, I take back the protest I made about not have clearance for you to land before you left the docking station. Have all the space you want, as long as you keep shipping women like these to the surface then I'm yours to command.'

Gina smiled at the compliment. With the tips of her fingers, she had been investigating the burst of precum that had appeared at groin height before Aeshey had opened his mouth, and had found it so effusive and glutinous that it had saturated the material. She found to her immense pleasure that she was actually able to play with filaments of the gooey fluid. She popped her fingers in her mouth and tasted the clear substance.

'Oh, this is very much a one-off, I think,' said Lucian, as the trio started to walk through the docking bay, Gina finally relinquishing her hold of the tip of Aeshey's cock, walking ahead of the two on the sandy floor in front of the two men, giving them an amazing view of her smooth, jutting glutes, the tiny skirt flipping up and down at it rested on her asscheeks with each stride she took. 'Gina had to get down the surface as quickly as possible but if you think that the space station up there is full of women like her you are badly mistaken.'

'Such a shame...' said Aeshey, 'Well, let's go up to the living quarters. There's not much room in this place other than the landing bay, so Lynx will probably be in there.'

The three of them got in the lift of the hanger, 'So you're an off-worlder?' Gina asked Aeshey.

'Me and Lynx both,' said Aeshey, nodding, 'we do a little work to, erm, redirect cargo and so forth from space. We do a lot of work with Lucian generally. The planetary lockdown's hit us pretty hard, of course. It's easy to disguise ships when there are plenty around. Much harder when the sky's clear.'

'I scrambled some codes to bring us down here,' Lucian put in, 'unlikely we were spotted.'

'Well, if you were, no matter,' Aeshey said, 'this place is invisible anyway.'

The lift opened onto a familiar sight to Gina, the universe over: a spare interior corridor with a gantry walkway passage, cheaply but sturdily put together, bare plasteel walls, strip lighting and semi-opaque glass windows into each room.

'How is it invisible?' Gina asked.

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you,'

'Try me,' said Gina.

'Stealth shields.'

Gina blinked, 'impossible,' she said, as they began to walk down the corridor. Stealth shields were the most expensive and impractical form of concealment in the universe. The very newest versions required immense power but could comfortably shield a small hive city and render it completely invisible. For about a week. That was the problem with stealth shields. The technological infrastructure required to maintain the shield was so complex it was inordinately susceptible to sabotage and attacks. High-grade tunnelers, burrowers, and even some quite rudimentary jammers and interference equipment could reliably bring down whole stealth shield systems, rendering them completely useless - unless the shields themselves were the newest versions. Since the cost of permanent upgrading was prohibitive, stealth shields remained the preserve of whole countries or pan-galactic organisations.

'Our shields are impregnable,' Aeshey maintained, opening the door to the living quarters.

'How?'

'Because the versions we use are original Unlaumann vintage. They're two hundred years old.'

Gina wasn't grasping it yet, 'so why aren't they obsolete?'

Lucian cut in, 'Because, as I explained on the space station, Darvon are many generations behind the rest of space technologically.'

Aeshey smiled, 'That's right. We have natural cover here. We're cut into the rock of a valley, we have a huge natural cave and so on... But in any other system with these shields we'd be wide open. Less than useless. But on Darvon?' the mechanic opened another door to a room, 'We're invisible. They haven't invented stealth shields yet.'

'Wow,' said Gina.

'Anyway,' continued Aeshey, as they made their way through a kitchen and eating area, one window of the room overlooking the hanger bay, 'the lockdown hasn't been too bad for us. In a way it can be good for us, because it increases the amount of people that need our help to get down to the surface. Had a couple come this way recently. Quite a risk, braving a planetary lockdown.'

'I can handle myself,' said Gina.

'No doubt,' Aeshey said, 'just like the last guy that arrived three nights ago, I'll bet. Big guy...'

Aeshey opened the door to another room. This one had various bits of exercise equipment in it. In the room was a woman in her mid-twenties. She was a brunette, with one side of her head closely shaved and the rest shoulder-length, with a skintight white cutoff t-shirt that stopped at the lower curves of her juicy tits. Underneath this was a solid rack of hard stomach muscles, slim silver bikini bottoms tied over her hips covered by a pair of alarmingly small denim cutoff shorts that were in reality not much larger than the bikini bottoms themselves. The woman was deeply and flawlessly tanned, no doubt a result of the near-desert conditions of the local area, and was working up a sweat on an exercise machine. Pink legwarmers, pink mesh arm-coverings and white fingerless gloves completed the look, as did a pair of black stiletto stripper shoes. The t-shirt was fastened to the woman's sculptured upper body by a sheen of sweat, the garment doing everything in its power to reveal the monstrous, tanned globes that sat high on her chest.

'Hi Lynx,' said Aeshey.

Lynx looked up at them. Standing between the men, Gina smiled a wicked smile. Lynx saw her cup her hand first two Lucian's ear, and then to Aeshey's, whispering something briefly to the men. Then, instantly, she saw both of their eyes bulge out of their heads in surprise and their jaws fly open to emit animalistic groaning. Lynx stared in shock as she saw both men convulse spontaneously, gaping in alarm as, simultaneously, Lucian's trousers and Aeshey's coveralls were instantly torn open at the groin, two huge, muscular cocks ripping the material apart as they were released into the open, shreds of material flying everywhere as the pair of mega-length dickmeat pythons swung outwards and upwards.

Nearly incapacitated by the sudden convulsion of Gina's whispered words, both men stood transfixed, hands clasping and unclasping at their sides their only movement as Gina reached down casually, placed her fingerless gloved hands around the dangling skin of their deep-hanging ballsacks underneath which sat two pairs of heavy, orange-sized testicles. Without saying anything, Gina pulled both ballsacks inwards and pressed them together, crossing the skin of each over each other so that Lucian's balls were twined over Aeshey's balls, making one huge pulsating mass of smooth ballflesh, four testicles roped around each other.

Both men shot their loads simultaneously, their testicles convulsing, pulsating, and suddenly unfurling, untwining and flying apart wildly as their orgasmed. Gina hadn't been far off in her evaluation of the size of Aeshey's member, which looked a fat thirteen incher, roped with heavy, bulging veins, and this tubesteak plus Lucian's monstercock jetted their heavy cum payloads of molasses like consistency in heavy, gluey white shot-glass sized bolts at Lynx. Most hit the sculptured muscles of her abdomen, and slowly oozed down in lines over the pronounced muscles there, but a couple spattered against her tits.

'Hi Lynx,' said Gina, 'I'm Gina.'