Captain Isoula Delmakkie Walked Down The Clean

Captain Isoula Delmakkie walked down the clean white corridor, hip joints creaking and snapping. Damned legs- they’d never worked right. Even now she still had to get them adjusted every month or they’d break down entirely. They’d been a waste of money, a waste of effort. Sure, the solid metal legs looked good (damned good she thought, remembering how she’d looked this morning after locking the legs on, body still sweaty from a night’s hard fucking- damned sexy). But reliability was a requirement as well and these damned things had been anything but.

She tapped the colored circle, about the size of a dinner plate, on the sick bay door and waited for it to slide to the side. When it did so, she walked in and smiled when she saw Dr. Helm.

Dr. Helm was actually one of the approximately 20 xenomorphs on board, complementing the other 80 human crew that ran the space craft. He was of a vaguely insectile race, six legged with a thick abdomen on one end of his thorax and his head on the other. Inside his largely transparent abdomen was the body of a woman in a fetal position. She was slowly coming apart inside his stomach, being digested alive even as Delmakkie watched. Dr. Helm must have swallowed her during an examination earlier today. He was a meat eater; his entire species was the same. On his home planet, Dr. Helm would have spent his days in learning and swallowing whole and digesting alive any of the meat animals that littered his planet. In a weird case of parallel evolution most of the meat animals that lived on his home planet looked, acted, sounded, reacted to pain, and had built a galaxy spanning space empire, as a normal slightly confused nude human woman. After those nude women had uplifted Dr. Helm’s species from mindless insect to extremely intelligent, ethical and moral sentient beings, the insect race had then quickly swallowed whole and digested alive a good ninety nine point nine nine percent of the women within two years.

The woman he was digesting alive Delmakkie recognized as Fran Chalker, in engineering. For a brief moment that lasted the rest of her life, Delmakkie was bitterly jealous of the woman in Dr. Helm’s belly. “Fucking cunt,” she thought to herself. “She probably came in here waving her cunt in front of the doc’s face, shaking her tits at him. She had probably taken off all of her clothing, lain back on the table and spread her legs, holding open her vulva with both hands.” Delmakkie had seen Chalker’s cunt before, knew that the doc would have trouble resisting that cunt. Hell, Delmakkie hadn’t been able to resist that cunt either- she had spent hours, days, and once an entire week, with her face in that cunt. Feeling the thick hot wet lips on either side of her face, feeling the hard clit on her forehead and that gaping tunnel of a birth canal trying so hard so swallow her head. Once it had swallowed her head- Delmakkie had spent almost an entire weekend with the tight ring of cunt around her neck and her head inside Chalker’s uterus. Good times.

“Then,” Delmakkie continued talking to herself as she masturbated on the examination table, legs spread and one hand working her clit, the other hand down at the wet hole as Dr. Helm positioned her on the table, taking a place at her head and gaping his mouth and throat wide. “I bet she grabbed the doc with her cunt lips and swallowed him with it. Probably held him in there for an hour or two in her uterus.” She knew that there were some people that, given a chance and an opportunity, if they could climb into and up some woman’s cunt they would be content to just slide up inside the wet fragrant tunnel of her vagina and be happy with it. Not Delmakkie. If she want going to climb into another woman’s cunt, she wanted to be in the uterus.

Once and only once, Delmakkie had accidentally swallowed her lover with her cunt- the woman was on top of her and they were 69ing- Delmakkie hadn’t realized how wide she was spreading her legs as the woman licked and sucked her clit, but she suddenly lost her grip and the woman had slid wetly down her body and into her cunt- vanishing inside of her. She had been astonished, staring down at the two feet that were sticking out of her gaping cunt, lips wrapped tight around the ankles. It was more amazing that the woman her cunt had swallowed was taller than she was, wider, weighed more, had just absolutely immense fucking tits (and those tits were meant for fucking, even more than they were for the production of milk- the universe is funny that way. Delmakkie had no idea how many men had fucked those tits, came on them (just emptied their balls entirely), then moved on for the next man in line; one weekend she had watched over 2,000 men fuck her tits in a three hour period. The children’s pool  she was laying back in was completely full, just her semen-soaked tits floating on a sea of cum)– must have been three or four times larger than basketballs, each- and on her home planet she was considered flat as a board, no breasts at all. A woman with small breasts could only walk with the assistance of others and some form of platforms to support her breasts; a woman with medium breasts could not live in an urban area- her breasts took up too many city blocks each; finally, there were only 2 women on her planet with what were considered ‘large’ breasts. Too many square hundreds of miles of farmland were lost to each breast for each continent to support more. That had been almost ten years ago and Delmakkie had only just last week taken the woman out of her cunt. She was all wrinkly and pruney from being inside Delmakkie’s perpetually wet, hungry cunt but otherwise happy and somewhat disappointed that Delmakkie had taken her from Delmakkie’s cunt.

Delmakkie reached a finger up her cunt, an inch or two, before tickling the sole of the woman’s foot… she had taken mercy on the wet, cunty-smelling, cunty-tasting woman and had quickly cunt-swallowed her again, this time so far up her hungry cunt there was no trace of her left in the world- she was just a pleasantly large, very filling dildo she never removed from her cunt and nothing more. Now, if she could only figure out how to digest people with her cunt Delmakkie would be a truly happy woman.

“Doc,” she yelled, trying to be heard from deep inside the cavern of Dr. Helm’s throat. His mouth had just slid down her body past her gigantic tits and was nearing her belly button. “These damned legs again. Sorry I bought them.”

As the doc’s lower jaw slid under her buttocks she lifted her hips to make it easier to get her ass into his mouth, throat, belly. Of course, each of her breasts was larger than her hips and buttocks but the doc had gotten around those flesh pillows easily.

“I’m getting tired of fighting with them, doc,” she said, the light around her getting dimmer as more and more of her slid down the doc’s throat. Soon she could feel only her metal feet outside the doc’s mouth, the rest of her held tightly in his clutching, swallowing throat. It was only when she found herself drenched in acids and tucked into the stomach with the other half digested woman that she realized she had made a terrible, terrible error. “Shit,” she thought. “I should have unhooked my legs first.”

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9/14 edited paragraphs so I could use the word ‘cunt’ more often 🙂

9/16 New edits, done in red so you can see changes. New changes on other days, other colors.

Anne

“That Betty Lou Is Such A Bitch,” Said Sandy

as she leaned into the mirror and checked her eye-liner.

“I saw her being eaten by a snake this morning, headfirst, and not ONLY was she wearing that Vettron dress she swore she didn’t have but the tramp wasn’t even wearing any underwear. She’s been waxing this whole time- Brazilian.” Sandy leaned back up and sighed. “She did have a nice looking pussy though. I watched it go into the snake’s mouth. She was masturbating as the snake swallowed her.”

Tammy closed her eyes as she listened to Sandy talk. Betty Lou had been bad mouthing women who let themselves be swallowed by snakes and here it was because she was planning on being swallowed herself. Typical Betty Lou. Well, at least now they wouldn’t have to deal with her any more. Being swallowed whole and digested alive wasn’t something you just did on a weekend and then came back to work on Monday.

“Now I wish I’d taken Betty Lou up on her offer,” said Sandy sadly. “She invited me to come to her house last night and suck on and lick her pussy. I’ve wanted my mouth on those tits for a long time too. I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had Mary, from Accounting, over last night and I fucked her instead.” She leaned closer to Tammy. “Her pussy tastes like strawberries and fine wine. God, I ate that cunt for hours. Sniff my face,” she said, and breathed on Tammy as she did so.

“I didn’t wash that pussy off from last night and you should still smell her pussy on my breath. I had my tongue so far up her birth canal I was licking her cervix.” Sandy’s facial skin did have a faint smell of aroused vagina still on it and the scent was intoxicating. Tammy made a mental note to have sex with Mary as soon as possible. While Tammy did count herself as basically heterosexual, it had been over ten years since she had even touched the clothes a man had been wearing while she’d had sex with over four thousand completely seperate women during that same time. She’d had her face in so much cunt it was amazing she didn’t live in one.

“Well, have you decided or do I need to keep the tits out much longer?” asked Sandy, turning toward Tammy. She’d unbuttoned her blouse in the restroom because Tammy had asked her too, to help her decide whether or not she wanted to have sex with Sandy. Sandy’s breasts were large and full, soft globes larger than her head but firm and topped with ruby red cherry nipples. They jiggled and bounced with every movement, enticing and beautiful and soft and warm. They were both sexy and innocent, brazen and yet timid.

“Let’s fuck,” said Tammy and half a second later Sandy’s skirt had hit the floor.

“God damn, I couldn’t wait a second longer,” said Sandy. “I’m so horny I could fuck a Mack truck, take all thirty six feet and still have room for more.”

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Anne

No Story Yet, Just Rambling

I sorry. Story will be soon. It;s the gross/sexy one. Disturbing! Mmmm, rub your clits, girls! 🙂

I was sitting with Rudy on the sofa the other day, we were just reading and it was quiet. I was snuggled up to him and it was just nice. Then Rudy snuggled closer, leaned down, and starting talking to me in a low, rumbly voice… sexy!

“We need to go on vacation, just you and I,” he said. “To some island somewhere. Sand, and warm, so we don;t have to wear clothes. Just you and me, sandy beaches, blue water, and trees.”

Nice 🙂 I leaned in closer as he kept talking.

“You and I, we could take a bed out onto the beach. Then, at dawn, you and I make our way out to the beach. No clothes. You lie yourself down on the bed with your head leaning off the edge. Then you feel my hard cock pass between your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat. Them for the next 18 hours I make gentle love to your throat.”

“18 hours?” I asked. He was being silly, but snuggled up like that with his low rumbly voice, it didn;t sound that bad.

“All day, I caress your breasts. I lean down as I make love to your throat, and I lick your vaginal lips, suck on your clitoris as my cock moves in your throat. Every hour or so my cock starts to thrust harder into your throat, then I cum down your throat and you swallow my semen.”

He knows me 🙂 I was starting to warm up down below.

“I don’t spend all my time thrusting hard. Most of the time it’s just a slow gentle lovemaking to your throat. Just my cock sliding gently between your lips, in your mouth, the hard shaft of my cock moving softly in your throat for about an hour. It’s only then that I begin to thrust harder, every hour or hour and a half, then cum down your throat again. Between times I continue to hold your breasts in my hands, loving them, licking and sucking your pussy and driving you to orgasm after orgasm, my cock making gentle love to your throat the whole time.”

I was just about ready to hold his cock in my throat right then on the sofa and have him cum down my throat after listening to him talk to me, but he continued to speak.

“And after I have made sweet love to your throat for 18 hours, we make our way back to the cabin. Hand in hand. We lay down on the bed and I hold you. And as we fall asleep, you feel my hard cock slide between your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat. As we sleep for 6 hours, in our sleep I make soft love to your throat, you swallowing my semen as you sleep, every hour or so. And at dawn we awaken, then make our way down to the beach again where I lie you down. Then I slide my hard cock between your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat where I make soft, gentle love to your throat for the next 18 hours.

“We spend 23 hours, 55 minutes a day with me making love to your throat for a week, a week and a half. You live on my cumming down your throat, my semen and my love filling you. I live on love and your vaginal fluids that I drink as I lick and suck on your pussy. The only time I am not making love to your throat is when we are walking to and from the beach.”

I stopped him talking them by dragging him down to the bedroom. I tore off my clothes, I undressed him and I lay back on the bed and he proceeded to provide me with many orgasms with his face in my cunt, licking and sucking. And after that, I drank his balls dry.

It was a nice, rare day. I wish we had more!