An interlude

'You didn't get the chance to meet your predecessor?' Although phrased as a question, Kylinn's remark was delivered more like a statement of fact as the blonde walked next to Lexi and John, the guards following close behind her, as the group moved along the wide streets of the city, allowing Lexi and John to get a look at how the common architecture of Kaliandra was one that accentuated openness, with the white stone with which the absolute majority of the buildings were made being backed up by large, arced doorways and similar windows, the latter often being fitted with painted glass.

'No we didn't, I'm afraid,' John replied, continuing the pattern of him responding in Martian to what she had said in the same form of extremely eloquent style English with which she had spoken ever since introducing herself to them, while he reflected on what he'd been told about his predecessor, who had been relieved of duty several months earlier, leaving Britain without a representative in Kaliandra. And although those concerned with briefing him on his new mission had been very careful not to openly criticise his predecessor, John had been able to discern that his predecessor, a career diplomat by the name of Major, had not really been able to accept the peculiarities of Martian society, the sight of half-naked and fully naked men and women walking around in the open proving to be too much for his Foreign Office sensibilities, with the consequence of this being a deteriorated relationship between Britain and Kaliandra, one which John and Lexi were now supposed to repair and improve upon.

Kylinn looked about ready to say something more, but before the words had come swirling out past her luscious lips, a feminine shriek of raw, delirious lust that reverberated through the streets, instantly causing the whole party to turn their heads to the right, which was the direction from hence it came.

What they saw, all nine of them, was a small, rounded square located at the other end of a short side-street leading into the one that they were currently walking up, with the square being shaped into a circle by the houses that surrounded it and dominated by the statue that stood right in the middle of it, taking the shape of a nine-foot tall, completely naked woman with a truly massive bust, the sculptor that had created her having had her take up a stance that suggested that she was either dancing or running as she stood atop a wide, thick plinth that looked to be of a more modest height of roughly six feet. At the foot of the statue was placed a real woman, as naked as the statue and with a bust almost as large, the two ginormous orbs looking almost impossibly round and firm as she stood with her discreetly muscled backs leaned slightly forwards as her hands were placed against the massively thick base of the statue as her juicy, heart-shaped ass bounced behind her each time that the stud currently positioned behind her thrust his hips forwards to send his cock spearing into her tight, quivering snatch. Reasonably tall and reasonably muscular, the man was as naked as the woman whose pussy he was currently pounding, save for the piece of cloth that he had wrapped around his left wrist as he kept his hands firmly placed against her narrow waist.

Obviously enjoying herself immensely as she had her sex filled with the man's cock, the brown-haired, curvaceous woman was not only busy letting out another deeply ecstatic scream, one which rivalled its predecessor in it's intensity, but also began squirting girlcum out onto the base of the statue, her wide-hipped, long-legged frame trembling as rich spurts of clear orgasmic juices exited her sex at full speed and in copious amounts before ending up making the white stone of the statue's foot glisten with even more intensity as it was bathed in the sunlight of the still-early morning.

As far as John could see, though he mostly kept his gaze focused on the magnificent woman currently on the receiving end of a very spirited fucking, there was no one else present on the square.

'Joarra,' Kylinn suddenly spoke, her pronunciation of what John and Lexi took be a name prompting one of the guards, this one a chestnut-haired beauty, to turn her head and look at the cloak-dressed blonde, 'take care of this.'

Nodding in recognition of Kylinn's order, Joarra stepped forwards, with John and Lexi both immediately turning their eyes to the gentle sway of her delectable bubble butt as she proceeded to walk up towards the statue.

'Is this sort of thing normal?' John asked Kylinn, whilst Lexi began softly stroking her fingers up and down the length of his cock.

'And can we join them?' Lexi added.

'We try to keep it so that sort of thing only happens at night,' Doing her best to ignore Lexi's shameless question, Kylinn nodded at the couple that were still in the midst of an intense fuck-session.

'Yes, I suppose it could be a little distracting,' John remarked as he followed how the brunette that was having her pussy reamed suddenly took her hands from the statue and instead used them to begin roughly fondling her huge knockers whilst craning her neck so that she could look back at her lover past her shoulder while another messy discharge of girlcum erupted from her slit.

Just then, the man noticed Joarra as she came walking up to him, and duly extracted his cock from inside the convulsing sex of the woman that he had been busy fucking, turning towards her even as his lover stumbled forwards to press her body against the base of the statue, one final throaty scream slipping out of her mouth as one more release of girlcum gushed forth from her juicing honeypot, and presented her with his fat, footlong cock.

Giggling at the pleading look with which Joarra looked back at her after having had the man point his erect fuckpiece at her, Kylinn formed her lips into a smile as she first softly shook her head, then nodded at Joarra, giving her permission to do what she did next, which was to toss her spear aside and sink down onto her knees in front of the man, taking his cock in her hands and wasting no time in guiding it in past her plump lips.

'Should we?' Now turning her attention back towards Lexi and John, Kylinn was temporarily silenced by the sight that greeted her. Having slipped in front of John, Lexi was now writhing against him, her eyes closed and her lips puckered as she ground her ass against his crotch while he showered her neck with kisses and had his hands strategically placed so that he could use one of them to play with her exposed pussy and the other to fondle her toffee-tanned tits.

'Darling,' Lexi told John while meeting Kylinn's gaze with a lustful stare, 'we're holding everyone up.'

'Ah...' John paused to offer Lexi a quick kiss on the lips, 'Sorry.'

Shortly thereafter, the group was on the move again, sans Joarra.