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Subject: {ASSM} Episode 36: Lust for the Aliens 3/3 (M+F MF oral mild bd toys)  
Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 00:10:03 -0500
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"Almost unreal," Stanton said. 

"Unearthly, maybe," Brendo replied. "It's all real, though." 

"I'll just put it through a little test, then," Stanton said.
Without another word, she took his colorful flaccid hose in her
mouth and sucked back on it. From that first kiss she felt it
swelling on her lips. She took his balls from underneath and
gripped him like a pipe for smoking. 

Brendo felt his prick growing. He looked down at the sight of the
Princess Leia look-alike bobbing on his apricot colored tool. She
slid a leg out to shift her position, giving him a view of her
knee-high white boots. That was a pleasant surprise. Brendo got
another one when she started humming. His cock was rock hard when
he reached down to take her head by the round buns of hair and
stroke her mouth. 

"I love how Earth girls suck dick," he said. 

Stanton found that funny, and managed as much of a laugh as was
possible with a mouth full of dick. She let it fall from her
mouth with a plop and gripped it with her fist. "No jokes,
please. Just relax and enjoy it." 

"Forgive me, your worship," Brendo quoted. He slid a hand to the
base of Stanton's skull and guided her onto his shaft. The
humming resumed. "What if I do something with my mouth besides
telling jokes?" he asked. 

Stanton pulled off his erection again and looked up at him. "Not
offended by human females with a little body hair, are you?" 

"I'm open minded," Brendo said. 

Stanton stood up and gathered her dress up at her legs before
pulling it over her head. The underwear and knee-high boots, all
in white, and famous hairdo made her look like a go-go dancer
from a few decades ago in a galaxy far far away. 

Brendo rushed out of his clothes and flopped back on the bed.
Stanton wasted no time in joining him. "Mind if I leave the boots
on?" she asked. 

"I was going to ask you to do that anyway," he answered. 

The brunette drank in the sight of his long, lithe frame, made
longer by the head tails that draped behind him. His skin was
smooth, colorful, his body lean. She kissed him on the chest, and
worked her way back down to his stiff organ. Stanton had turned
sideways by the time she was kissing the thin layer of skin
stretched over his hipbones. 

Brendo took hold of her from the boots, lifting her up abruptly.
She put her arms out quickly to hold up her weight while he swung
her knees back behind his head. On all fours again, Stanton moved
her hands back to her bikini bottoms and hooked her thumbs inside
the waist band. 

"No," Brendo said. "Leave them on." 

Stanton moved her hands back to his crotch. If that was how he
liked it, that was fine. She was glad she got the dress off,
though. It was getting way too hot for wearing big white drapes.
She took his carrot-colored, zucchini-sized dick in her hand, and
licked from the tip down over her knuckles and onto his smooth,
shaved ball sack. 

"Oh, that's nice," Brendo said. He pulled aside her white panties
to return the favor. As advertised, short and soft black curls
greeted his kiss. He pushed his lips against her folds and
breathed in the smell of her arousal. Stanton was kissing his
left nut when he pushed his tongue inside her, and she repaid him
by sucking his ball completely into her mouth. White and orange,
hands on each other's ass, the two moaned as one. 

Stanton flicked her tongue at the tender fruit in her mouth, then
let it slip out of her warm lip lock. She returned to licking his
shaft, starting at the base, applying pressure right through the
wrinkled sin of his scrotum. There was no pubic hair covering
him, and with all her own tresses tied up on the sides of her
head Stanton was free to treat him like an oversized lollipop. 

Brendo licked her with long, slow motions, starting from inside
then swiping the labia deliberately, reversing on the
counterstroke. Purposefully, he lubed her where her own natural
cream had not yet reached. 

The warm grip of hands on Stanton's ass pulled away, leaving her
underwear to float back over her round rump. She felt a weight
over her thighs, cool at first, then simply solid. Next she felt
two hands working at her waist band around her tummy, then
fingers working through her pubes. Just as she was pulling her
mouth off Brendo's cock to figure out what was happening, she
felt the digit slide inside her cunt. It was solid and initially
cool, just like the weight draped on her thigh, then it began to
flicker. 

Now Stanton did look back. She saw Brendo's head tails reaching
around her hips like tentacles before disappearing down to her
crotch. Brendo worked the second tip inside her pussy. The second
one forced the first deeper inside while the new entry lodged
itself tightly against the seam of her sex and the roots of her
clitoris. The waist band snapped back and held the twitching
appendages in place. 

"Oh, fuck," Stanton said before diving back onto Brendo's cock
with renewed passion. 

"And people wonder why a tall guy like me wouldn't rather be a
Wookiee," Brendo muttered. 

As Stanton tried her best to suck her lollipop down to its creamy
center, Brendo pulled aside the back of her panties again. The
extra tension held the vibrating head tails in place and gave him
a fabulous view of Stanton's fabulous ass. He promptly dove his
face inside the crack and worked his tongue over her tiny hole.
Freeing one hand, he moved that down to her chest and inside the
under wire of her bra. He gripped the supple breast and massaged
it gently, running his thumb over her rock hard nipple. 

At this point, Stanton felt positively entwined in stimulation.
An engorged cock filled her mouth, a hand roamed over her tits,
another over her ass. A strong, hot tongue pushed against her
anus, and two alien limbs reached around her haunches and slipped
inside her pussy where they vibrated with unnatural speed. There
is only so much pleasure a human female can sustain, and this one
was rapidly reaching her threshold. 

Turns out Twi'lek aren't immune to sensations of the flesh,
either. Brendo succumbed to Stanton's relentless sucking, and his
cock erupted with pulsations along its length and three strong
spurts of hot jism into her mouth. Brendo moaned, tilting his
head back to breathe with his tongue still wedged between
Stanton's full round cheeks. 

That triggered Stanton. She collapsed under her own weight, the
shoulder blades practically meeting as semen dribbled along her
chin and the head tails kept up their assault on her sex. She
crawled forward in an attempt to escape, but Brendo used every
limb available to hold her in place as she came. Only when the
waves of her orgasm leveled off did he stop the whirling of his
head tails and pull them away from her sopping pussy. 

"Oh," Stanton moaned, "that was just..." 

"Out of this world?" Brendo asked. 

"Fucking great," she said as she rolled off him. 

 From her bundled up dress on the floor, the communicator chirped.
"Stanton, are you there?" 

"Not so fucking great," she exclaimed as she went to retrieve the
device. 

* * * 

"Stanton, are you there?" Maytag repeated. It was tough
whispering into the thing. He had Nadra open up the faucets to
let the running water mask the noise. "Come in, Stanton." 

"Stanton here," the communicator buzzed. 

"Stanton, I need your help," Maytag said. 

"That's a surprise." 

"This is no time for joking, Stanton," Maytag said. "I found the
right party, and I can grab the tape." 

"Nice work," Stanton said. "So what do you need my help for?" 

"I'm holed up on the top floor surrounded by storm troopers. When
I take the tape, I'm going to need a way out." 

"You could try the elevator," Stanton said. 

"They have it guarded." 

"They take this paramilitary thing way too seriously," Stanton
replied. 

Maytag pressed the communicator to respond, but his voice was not
the first that spoke. "Yeah," Nadra agreed, "But the uniforms are
hot." 

"Who is that?" Stanton asked. 

"Never mind," Maytag said. "Just get onto an elevator headed up
to the penthouse. And keep the communicator on." 

* * * 

"Typical," Stanton said to herself. 

"What was that all about?" Brendo asked. "Was that Gerry?" 

"It sure was," she sighed, slipping on her dress. "Sorry,
sweetness, but I've got to cut this party short." 

"You seriously need to rescue this guy?" Brendo picked up some of
his own clothes. 

"It would seem so," Stanton sighed. 

"You need a special key to get up to the penthouse on the
elevator." 

"Don't worry, I'm resourceful. I get in where I need to." 

Brendo pulled plastic card from his pants. "And I get invited to
all the best parties." 

"Looks like I have my resource," Stanton said before kissing him. 

* * * 

"What's your plan, hot shot?" Nadra asked him. 

"We rush out, grab the tape, then head for the stairs." 

"They'll follow us!" 

"I'm counting on that," he said. "You take the tape then head
outside, I'll be right behind you." 

"I like the adventure part of this," Nadra said. "But this had
better work, and you better find me another good party. No
offense, but rebels just aren't my thing." The expression on her
mask was blank, but the intonation in her voice was clear. 

"Right," Maytag said, drawing his blaster. "Let's go." 

They left the bathroom and moved to the door connecting the two
suites. Nadra reentered the room and headed straight for the
camera. 

"If you want a replay, we can arrange that," one of the troopers
said. 

Nadra hit the eject button. "Sorry, boys, looks like I'm outta
here." She took the tape and headed for the door. 

"Hey!" another one cried. "Where are you going with that!" Just
as he moved toward her, Maytag stepped through the door and swung
the blaster at arm's length level with the floor. 

"Rebels!" a bewildered trooper called. 

Before anyone could react Maytag aimed the blaster at the trooper
nearest the exit and fired. The paint ball hit his chest with a
dramatic burst of red. A couple troopers squawked panicked
epithets through their helmets. Quickly, Maytag aimed the gun at
a second trooper and plastered his helmet. Then the man in the
brown rebel attire hied for the door himself. Confusion reigned.
The troopers were already caught off guard, it took them an extra
moment to realize that the red was paint and not blood. By that
time Maytag and Nadra were through the door to the stairs. 

"Get them!" someone called. Bulky as the armor was, it was placed
strategically and the men knew how to move in it. They were in
the hall in time to see the pair duck through the door under the
"Exit" sign. 

Inside the stairwell, Maytag pulled the thermal detonators from
his belt. "Head up," he said. 

"What?" 

"Go!" he ordered. "I hope this works." He threw the balls down
the stairs, then scurried up to he next landing. When they were
out of sight, Maytag grabbed the green Rodian in her evening
dress and put a finger to his lips to quiet her. 

The timing was perfect. Storm troopers crashed through the door.
They stopped and the only sound in the concrete shaft was that of
two heavy balls bounding down the stairs beneath them. The lead
trooper looked down at the sound, where lights from the balls
highlighted the motion along the railings. "They're headed down!
You two follow, everyone else get to the elevators." 

Carefully, Maytag and Nadra crept the rest of the way up. They
exited on the roof of the building. The dope-smoking troopers
were nowhere in sight, but kindly they had left the emergency
door open. Maytag scanned the roof and found the top of the
elevator shaft. "That way!" 

They ran over to the structure, and stopped against the wall.
Above them a cat walk led to a maintenance door, but there were
no stairs on their side. Maytag slipped along the side. There
were stairs leading up to the catwalk, but those stairs were
playing host to the missing troopers. 

"Shit!" Maytag whispered when he returned to Nadra. "There's no
way up." 

"These walls are too smooth to climb," Nadra said. 

Maytag had to agree. "Too smooth to climb directly, anyway." He
pulled the grappling hook from his belt. "Watch yourself," he
cautioned Nadra. He tossed it once to gauge the length he needed.
After it crashed to the rubbery surface of the rooftop, he tried
again, catching it on the railing. 

He took the video cassette from her and slipped it inside his
vest. "Come on," he said. 

Nadra shimmied up the line first, guiding herself with feet along
the wall. Maytag followed, pulling himself up. It was quite an
effort and his arms were numb when he reached the top and went
over the rail. "Inside, quickly," he said through shortened
breaths. 

The inside was full of loud machinery above their heads, and sets
of cables spaced out for each elevator. Maytag got on his
communicator again. "Stanton!" 

"Here, Maytag." 

"Where are you?" 

"We had to go down to the lobby to get in the elevators heading
up to the penthouse. We're on it now, heading up." 

"Is there a number or anything? Look on the call box." 

"Number 5," she said. 

Maytag looked around. He saw a shaft labeled as number five.
"Good. When you get there, stay on, the place is going to get
loaded with stormtroopers. Then make up a reason to head back
down but stay on when they get off. Call me when you're alone
again." 

Sure enough, when the elevator hit the top floor and the doors
opened, Stanton and Brendo saw a bunch of men in white armor. 

"Brendo! Here for the party? With a rebel prisoner, too!" 

"You didn't tell me this was a storm trooper party?" They made
their way out as troopers filed in. 

"Does that bother you?" Brendo held the elevator. 

"I'd rather not be a prisoner," she said. "maybe we can check
something else out first." 

"C'mon Brendo," one squawked. "We're in a rush." 

"Fine," he said, frustrated. "Let's head back down." 

The descent was quick and quiet. The troopers rushed off,
relaying orders with some unseen group. The orange and white duo
remained on and headed back up. Stanton called Maytag. "Clear,"
she announced. 

"Great, stop the thing and stand clear." 

"Stand clear of what?" Stanton asked, just as the trapdoor above
swung open. 

"Of this," Maytag called without using the radio. From the
opening, Maytag lowered Nadra. All Stanton saw were legs, green
legs, in a brightly colored dress. From that angle, she could
also see that the green legs were attached to a slim little butt
wearing a yellow thong. Brendo helped her into the elevator car,
and they both saw the mask at the same time. 

"Brendo!" Nadra called. 

"Have we met?" he asked. 

"Not in this guise," she said. "I'm Nadra Sookee. I guess I know
who you are, Leia." Nadra gave her the once over. She made a fine
looking Leia, at that. Maytag jumped down into the car. Nadra
looked at the two and back at him. "Looks like you may have
delivered on that party, rebel," she said as she took both
Stanton and Brendo arm-in-arm. 

Maytag was happier about his escape. "Yahoo!" he called. "Now
let's blow this thing and get out of here!" Then under his
breath, "I always wanted to say that." 

Nadra leaned into Brendo and slid her hand down to his belt. She
whispered, "How about instead we get out of here and blow this
thing?" Then, aloud to Maytag she said, "Hey, Rebel, looks like
you do know how to get a party together. You want to come along?" 

"No," he said seriously. "I have a bounty hunter to catch." 

* * * 

Brendo leaned back and gasped. He saw two asses in front of him,
one lime green, the other pale skinned. An orange head tail
whirred away between their cheeks and he pushed a finger into
their twats, one bald, one furry. They took turns licking his
dick hard again, so they could all go at it one more time. 

It was hot under Nadra's mask, but not for the last time she
congratulated herself on a great idea. She looked at the blue
eyed beauty next to her and tried to capture all of this for
remembering later on. Leia had sucked him hard enough to push
past the mask, now it was Nadra's turn. 

Stanton bucked back against the smooth finger and that wonderful
vibrating prosthetic. She saw the green skinned girl work Brendo
through the lips of her mask. Not a pretty mask, but this entire
scene was kinky. Maybe she misjudged this whole convention idea. 

* * * 

Maytag sat at the bar, his rebel outfit dusty, with a splotch of
red paint here and there. He upended the beer and drank lustily. 

"Tough night, huh, rebel." It was Princess Leia, but not Stanton. 

"I just nabbed a dangerous bounty hunter and I think we have him
put away for good now." 

"My, my. You've done the Republic a great service. Mind if I join
you for a drink?" 

"By all means," he said. Truth be told he was almost too
exhausted to socialize. And the morning was going to be full of
paperwork. 

"Ooh, is that a grappling hook?" she asked. 

"Yes, it is," Maytag said flatly. 

"That is so cool," she answered. "Can you take me for a ride
somewhere?" 

Maytag looked back at her. "Sure thing, your worship." This was
turning out to be some night. Even the eyes were the right color. 

END 
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