Meeting the Martians

As the procession drew nearer to him and Lexi, John got a first good look at its members, quickly recognizing that they were all women, his cock once more threatening to tear through his trousers as it dawned on them that they all looked to be of the same narrow-waisted, long-legged, wide-hipped, huge-busted variety of womanhood as Lexi. Out of the seven women, six were dressed in an almost identical fashion, one which did nothing to alleviate the pressure that his pants were under, another low groan slipping from him as he studied the half-dozen absolutely gorgeous women, his gaze slowly working his way down the two successive lines that they were formed into as he heard Lexi sigh bawdily at the sight of them.

The six were undoubtedly serving as soldiers or guards, as attested to by how the two furthest at the back were carrying long, slender rifles that looked to be of a flintlock or percussion model in their arms, with two swords strapped across their backs. The other four were also carrying the same set-up of dual swords, but two of them were also armed with long, studiously decorated spears crowned with particularly sharp-looking tips that gleamed menacingly whenever the sun hit them, while the last two had their hands free. But although he was a soldier, John was much less interested in the women's armament than he was in what they were wearing, precum pumping out of his cock at such a rate that his right knee now looked like he'd rushed down to the canal and dipped it, and only it, into the clear water as he kept his eyes peeled on the six women. Divided into two blondes, three brunettes and one woman who had jet-black hair, each and every one of the six women were blessed with lusciously bronzed skin that looked as smooth and as unblemished as the silk of the thin, purple loincloths that hung down far between their toned legs, the stretch of thin material being secured in place by a thin gold-chain that disappeared up over the point where their slender waists flared out into a set of wide hips. Being low-cut enough to leave the top of their pussies exposed, and allowing the perceptive observer to note how the women differed in how they had their pubes trimmed, from narrow strips of fine, slightly curly hair to absolutely nothing at all, the loincloth was also made from such a fine silk that it was effectively semi-sheer.

The next component of the women's uniforms that John was to pay extra attention was, unsurprisingly enough, the fine band of latex that were slung over their chests, the inch-wide band of lustrous black serving to push their huge, flawless knockers together in a truly magnificent fashion, accentuating the already remarkable manner in which the gloriously mountainous globes were projecting out in front of them, even as the stretch of latex moulded itself after the obviously stiff nipples that sat atop each massive, hemispherical orb of luscious titflesh.

This combination of a flimsy loincloth and an even flimsier top, if one could even call it that, meant that the women had their marvellously toned midsections left completely exposed, putting on full display the finely etched, perfectly defined set of abdominal muscles that dominated their midriffs, and gazing at them instantly rendered John **** to lick his way up over them, tracing the outline of the delicate muscles as he brought it up from their pink pussies towards their bulging boobs. To complete their uniforms, the women were all wearing black, fingerless gloves, and shoes with the soles made from a transparent material that was shaped a platform at the front and sharp stiletto-heels at the back, with black straps running up to just below their knees, forming an intricate weave that hugged their muscular calves tight.

'John, my love,' Lexi spoke up over the throaty groans and stammered mutterings coming from the sailors and marines positioned behind her and John, 'I dearly wish for you to know that I expect you to thoroughly fuck each and every last one of those sluts, and that I'll be riffling my sweet little pussy while watching you ram your fat monstercock into their tight arses.'

Groaning as he felt the soaked fabric of his right trouser leg clinging to his knee, John turned towards Lexi and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth as she slipped back up in front of him and slung her arms round his neck, thus presenting the oncoming women with a first look at her heart-shaped ass.

'Mmm,' Lexi smacked her lips approvingly after the kiss was over, 'your lips is my second most favourite place to taste my pussy off of.'

'Oh, and what's the first one?' John couldn't resist asking, regardless of how he already knew what the answer would be.

'Well, here's a hint... it's eighteen inches long, immensely fat and rippling with veins, and over the last three months you've used it to make me scream and squirt time and time again,' Lexi explained, whilst rubbing her soaked quim against John's crotch, pulling her lips into a naughty, nasty smile when she added 'Can you guess what it is yet?'

'I think so, darling,' John smiled back at Lexi.

'Damn, I forgot about your balls!' Lexi suddenly proclaimed, her face now contorted into a look of mock concern, 'I love licking them too, and you know how hard I cum every time that you take those bad boys and stuff my quim full with them.'

'I do,' John replied, taking a moment to lift his gaze from Lexi's face to look at the blonde woman that was leading the procession that was now only ten or so yards away from them. The blonde's face was strikingly beautiful, leading John to decide that she was the only one that he'd come across thus far that had even a chance to compete with Lexi in how all the features of her face came together to form a whole that was truly breath-taking to look at, although he couldn't decide on which he was most smitten by: her plump, luscious lips that looked they were permanently wet and pouty, or her beautiful blue, almond-shaped eyes that reinforced the sex-kittenish aura that her whole face was emanating. But in sharp contrast to the sort of elaborately sexual, exquisitely revealing outfits that both Lexi and the women walking behind her were wearing, the blonde had draped herself in a concealing black cloak that covered her all the way from her neck down to her ankles, and under which she was even hiding her arms. But being as observant as ever, John was able to detect the burnished black of her high-heeled shoes, and decided that her tits must be of quite an impressive size, judging from how the cloak was bulging where it covered her chest.

'Welcome to Kaliandra,' the cloaked blonde greeted John and Lexi, in very posh English, 'I am Kylinn zurShanna, chief advisor to Princess Aliya of Kaliandra.'

'Thank you,' John answered, in Martian, 'I'm Captain John Rhodes of the British Army, the new ambassador to Kaliandra.'

'And I'm Lexi Villiers,' Lexi was next to introduce herself, also in Martian, 'chief cumslut to Ambassador Rhodes.'

Both John and Lexi had spent a solid three weeks learning to speak Martian before leaving Earth, under the tutelage of one of the handful Martian expatriates currently present on the planet, and as she was a fairly typical representative of her species of physically impressive, sexually supercharged men and women, most of their lessons had revolved around sex, which had suited them both extremely well.

Kylinn had thus far had a very dignified expression on her face, but John now noted how she broke out into a slutty smile at Lexi's deadpan introduction of herself, one that lasted for a second or two before she'd resumed her carefully studied air of comportment.

'Very good,' Kylinn then nodded in recognition of John and Lexi, even as all six of the guards that had fanned out behind her were now aiming their gazes at John's crotch, while the men back on the cutter were all trying to decide which of the scantily clad, impossibly sexy women to ogle, though most of them eventually decided to keep on drooling over the sight of Lexi's awe-inspiring derriere, a second, much less composed, 'Very good,' coming from her as she dipped her gaze down far enough to get a first up-close view of John's cock as it throbbed against the snug but wearied confines of his trousers.

'Yes... very...' Lexi allowed the words to come oozing out her mouth, the black-haired babe reaching in to gently pat her hand against the bulging contour of John's cock, an act that caused Kylinn's teeth to come down against her lower lip for a moment or two as she held back a moan.

'Should we get going? I am to take you to Princess Aliya.' Having suddenly rediscovered her composure, and her dignified manner, Kylinn met first John's, then Lexi's gaze.

'Please,' John gave the woman a curt, polite nod.

'Rana, Doya, would you please collect their luggage?' Kylinn's question, delivered without her looking away from Lexi and John, resulted the two female guards armed only with swords stepping forwards and sauntering past the new ambassador and his cumslut whilst eyeing them intently, and had soon picked up their things, including John's belt and holster.

'Thank you Lieutenant, that will be all!' John called out to Lt. Mainwaring, whose face was completely drained of colour and covered with beads of sweat as he constantly shifted his hips left and right in a **** effort to hide his raging erection.

'G-Good luck, Captain!' Mainwaring replied, with two of his men climbing off the cutter, which was now producing billowing out steam through its funnel and making a bit of a racket as the two massive, adjustable propellers that served as the vehicle's system of propulsion. The two sailors proceeded to undo the moorings that held the vessel in place as it hovered a few feet above ground as fast as they could without ever taking their eyes off of the eight magnificent set of exposed buttocks that were now moving away from them as John and Lexi were escorted to their meeting with the princess.