TRI-NEBULA
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TRI-NEBULA
THE TALE OF THE TRI-SOLARI NEBULA AND THOSE WHO FUCK WITHIN IT
The Contessa De Puppessa breasted the crest of the desert dune. Her figure enveloped in the lazy rays of a setting sun contrasting her into a sharp yet softish relief. Her multi-auburn hair swirled around her head, slightly obscuring her third eye, the TRI-EYE, but the Contessa de Puppessa had other matters to ponder.
Her minion scrounged up the hill to stand next to her. This loathsome specimen of a man stood a measly 179 cm from the soil of the dirt under his feet, thus marking him as serving class. He simped by her side, and lapped up the remnants of milk in the corner of his mouth. He only now recognized what the Contessa De Puppessa had seen so many seconds ago. “Lo! What flies beyond yonder ridge? Be this primitives, pirates or pranksters?” he cackled. Deigning not to answer the cretin, the Contessa de Puppessa kept her thoughts privately in her head. “Lo, indeed”, she thought. The spacecraft currently landing on the crest abreast of her own space-pod was strange. The cigar shaped rod carrying the pilots in the engorged head of the craft spewing forth calibrating rocket steam was unconventional at best but what caught her attention were the engines.
“Only two?” she thought, huskily, “I thinkest we are entering curious times, in the future”. She shouldered her space gun that she had had the entire time and adjusted her three pocketed bralette. Time, to make contact.
In the dour duality of the cockpit, the Deuxasminians Deflaticus Miserera and Boringidus sat in untense silence. Having struck out in their spacecraft dully named “The Ship, Halcion Associated Firm Technicians” they left their sad excuse of a solar system behind. The goal of their mission was to preach the message of their uninspiring god. A plea of chastity and dualism to woo the masses of the unlawful but very sexy Tri-Nebula. And finally they had arrived.
Unhinging their genetically modified dou-flex carburetor seat belts they slithered down through their ship and stepped onto the shifting sands of the planet. The sun beat down on them and they could both feel their bodies going moist.
“Oh, how warm this godforsaken planet is” Deflaticus exclaimed. “Yes, I’m almost tempted to remove my ceremonial, total woolen all skin coverer ™” replied Borinigidus, “You could not, it would be sacrilege to expose your bare skin to me, a member of the opposite sex. I would not dare to think what such a sight would do to my senses!” screamed Deflaticus. It was at this moment they heard a huskyish voice behind them. “Drop your weapons and your clothes”.
“Oh, how warm this godforsaken planet is” Deflaticus exclaimed. “Yes, I’m almost tempted to remove my ceremonial, total woolen all skin coverer ™” replied Borinigidus, “You could not, it would be sacrilege to expose your bare skin to me, a member of the opposite sex. I would not dare to think what such a sight would do to my senses!” screamed Deflaticus. It was at this moment they heard a huskyish voice behind them. “Drop your weapons and your clothes”.
Suddenly, from the swirling vortices of the TRI-EYE, a projection projected itself on the screens of their minds. They were cast into a trance where what they saw left a lasting imprint that which they could never unsee. They saw the lie of their religious chastity, the oppression of the flesh and the mind. In a flash they saw what they and every person on their planet could be; entangled in a holy conjunction of moist and aroused meat. It was so beautiful that it made their loins tingle.
Ejaculated from the wonderful visions of the trans, Deflaticus cast a surreptitious glance towards Boringidis. At first she had been disgusted by his potential for sin, implied by the mere presence of his sex. Now she saw him in a new light; as a vessel for carnal pleasure. But she was nervous. Never before had she lain eyes upon an unclad member of her species - as she had not yet been inseminated in a ritual of defloration. She had, however, heard rumors of such ceremonies. Whispers of strong, pink salmon, swimming up a newly flooded river delta. She felt her blood surge hotly through her veins. Suddenly, her gray total woolen all skin coverer™ was stifling her. Which made her think about her own body. How would Boringdidus react to her own naked flesh? As he was a devoted believer, she doubted that he had seen the treasures with which she were bestowed. Her slender, yet formshapedish body. Her slim waist, the perfect bridge between her large and ample breasts (currently covered by a perspirable biotex double D thorax supporter) and her soft and round bottom. During prayer, she was often prostrated, her cheeks pointing proudly towards the sky. Oh, how she loved to praise the allmighty God!
But under the steady gaze of the three-eyed creature, she felt her faith, usually hard and firm as a rock, waver. She felt her bonds of celibacy loosen in the same pace as her clothes - rapidly. Before she knew it, she tore open her thorax supporter, doffed her gray total woolen all skin coverer ™ and let loose her aching breasts, her nipples like two alluringly centric eyes. Her ghostly pale skin instantly pinked under the baking desert sun, and she blushed a little at her untouched and never before seen nakedness.
She heard the thud of clothing falling to the ground next to her as well and turned to see the exposed flesh of Boringdigingus. His sex rapidly responding to the raw carnal presence of the women before him, rising like an alabaster obelisk towards the sky. The tension was palpable and at the sight of the vascular appendage of a surprising size she came aware that her holy cave had become an oasis of joy. She turned towards the foreign creature and spoke “You unholy creature of unspeakable desire, we came to spread the word of our lord, but now I must instead spread my legs and ask you to show me the word of love”.
The Contessa De Pupessa slithered seductively towards Boringdidus, and seized him by the hips. With a firm grip, she directed him towards the anticipating body of Deflaticus - his eager member showing the way. “Get on thy knees” sounded the commanding voice of The Contessa De Puppessa. The command was so direct that Deflaticus could not but obey, sinking to her knees, her oral orifice opening in an O of omittance. The perfect target for the intercontinental missile headed her way.
He fit perfectly inside her mouth; like two pieces of a jizzsaw puzzle, or like two legos - conjoining with a click, as her teeth met his neon green super-ionized metal ball cage. Gyrating on his propagator, she felt it tingle her musculus uvalar and heard his ululations over her own gulping sounds. As she took him close to climax she felt the throb of his penal veins engorge against her hard working lips. But then, his meat flute was rudely janked from her slobbering maw. She let out a moan of frustration. She had not finished her song! “Calm thyself unpopped one” the Contessa De Puppessa breathed “Get on thy back and become the ocean where infidels drown”. Deflaticus lowered herself onto the scorching sand, as The Contessa De Puppessa took Boridingus, carefully and consensually, by the nape of his neck and pushed his face into her damp pussy. Boridingas, a competitive eater of pies, devoured it. The taste was different to his regular pies - it had a sour tang. But he liked it, and lapped up her sweet creams. Within a matter of several minutes, she felt her entire body contract with joyous ecstasy. She arched her back and sang out in a perfect 261 Hz C4 . After all, she had the role of lead soprano in the religious choir.
Again the lustrous voice of the Contessa De Puppessa rang out “Thou hast both had thyne appetizers, but now ye shall indulge in the main course”. As they looked over towards her, they saw her deep in her own appetizer. The minion was balancing upside down on his smallish hands, his legs parted in a perfect split. His member was concealed, as he thrusted inside the professional mouth of the Contessa De Puppessa. She herself was seated on the ground, legs awide, hosting his tongue in the royal court of her female folds.
Finally, the time to fuck was nigh. Boingidingus detached himself from the clitoral bulb on which he had been gently suckling and surveyed the shadowed Valley of Pleasure below. He felt the beat of the hooves of thunderous arousal gallop from his mind, down his central nervous system into his ramrod. Just like the inexorable march of time towards the heat death of the universe, he felt his hips move towards the unexplored depths of Deflaticus.Then; for the second time in his life, he was inside a woman, albeit, this time he was not exiting but entering.
Upon entry into her virgin blossom he felt welcome; secure in her warmish vaginal grasp. He now saw that he had been searching for this feeling all his life, secretly yearning for that which he came from. As he rammed into her again and again, he felt his encased balls tense. They were ready to burst. Deflaticus was overwhelmed by the churning of her internal juice. The stiff, slightly curved stave that she had welcomed into her was giving her more pleasure than anything she could have imagined. The continuous rocking edged her towards the edge of possible pleasure, and then; beyond. An explosion of sensation, originating from her loins, sent her tumbling into what seemed a kaleidoscopic high.
She floated in a twisting sea of broken doctrines, unfulfilled lust and broken bonds for what seemed like an eternity; or; only seconds. Her wild musings were broken by the screech of The Contessa De Puppessa:
“Cum on her tits!” “Cum her face!””Make her remember thyne taste!”
Boridingis, more than ready to obey the call, climbed over Delfaticus’ trembling legs, now straddling over her stomach he let his ejaculate fill the air, like rain on a long neglected field of roses. She felt the warm chunks of life-carrying seed Space Jackson Pollocking her, coating her skin in a thick, sticky layer. Deflaticus gazed up at the erect monolith,in stark relief against the beating desert sun. She ushered it towards her, her tongue, although dry with dehydration, traced the length of his coarse wood, slowly lapping up the last sweet droplets of fluid life. She had found her God anew, and it was high in zinc, protein and water content.
Boridungus collapsed on the ground next to Deflaticus. His snail slowly retreated into its shell. He could hear clapping and when he raised his head he could see The Contessa De Puppessa standing, stoically masturbating herself and watching her gimp. Boringidus now understood that the clapping sound was coming from the gimp pumping his meat. As the frequency of his pumping increased, he reached a mildly satisfactory, yet oddly spastic, climax, unloading his dick juice unto his own facial features. Boringdus was shocked that such a voluminous roar could originate from such a small and fragile body.
Calmly, and still stroking her clam, exposing a perfect pearl, The Contessa De Puppessa looked upon the two would be missionaries and spake thusly; “Take what yee learned here and spread it to thyne somber galaxy. Thee haveth just scratched the surface of what lust may yield. I am not even at more than two quarters arousal from this novice display of pleasure, but then again; I am a master of the craft of interloping”. As she continued, her TRI-EYE again sparkled with the glimmer of truth. “Now, yee musteth removeth thyselves from this planet, as I shall remove myself from thy simple company. For now I must seek release in the embrace of our mythical DICK TREE. Godspeed yee fucks”.
It had only been ten minutes since the missionaries set foot on the hot planet, but they were forever changed. Now, going through boring safety procedures and making the spaceship ready for takeoff, they were already envisioning ways in which to explore their bodily orifices further. Suddenly, the joystick wasn’t only a means of controlling the ship, the straps of the seatbelt, not only for safety and the yoga swing, not only for one person.
Later as Borungidus and Deflaticus sat in the, now not so dour, duality of the cockpit, their minds were ablaze with visions and ideas. They did not know what fate awaited them on their home planet. Would they be hanged? Ridiculed? Or might they lead a sexual revolution amongst the religiously oppressed Deuxasminians? No answer came to them, but as they hurtled through the brutal coldness of space they knew one thing. The world may be cold and unforgiving, but sex? Sex, is Hot.
THE END
