Archive-name: Fantasy/gal01.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson
Archive-title: The Adventures of Galactic Girl - 1: The Mission
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As her rocket ship hurtled toward the third planet from the small,
yellow star, Galactic Girl lay back on her gravity couch and thought
about her assignment on this planet. Her first (and only) trip to Earth
had been strictly as an observer. Since her race has the power to make
humans see them in any guise desired, she had remained invisible during
the whole time, and had observed human behavior and customs so that she
could begin her real mission--to bring total sexual fulfillment to as
many men and women as she could contact during this trip.
As she remembered her first visit, she knew exactly where she would
make her first contact. She remembered an invisible visit to a club
where the women danced naked before a cheering group of men, displaying
their bodies and driving the men into a frenzy as they wriggled and
pranced on stage, their breasts swaying and moving to the music. There
was one dancer in particular that Galactic Girl remembered. She had
long blonde hair frequently tied back off the face, big green brown
eyes, and a pert little nose over a rosebud mouth. Her small compact
body had been tanned a deep golden in color. Her blonde pubic hairs
often revealed the pinkness between her muscular legs and nice tight
round buttocks. Her breasts were full, firm and medium sized with
large, pink nipples. She remembered that the dancer's eyes had a lot of
expression, intelligence, pain, gentleness and great understanding
giving away their great wisdom. Whenever she danced, the men in the
back of the room all would rub their cocks, making their long pricks
harden and bulge down the leg of their pants. Galactic Girl's fingers
went to her own crotch, sliding easily through the opening in her
panties as she thought about all the hard cocks and jucy pussies she
had seen at the club. Her fingers found her hard, protruding clit
which she rubbed gently with her thumb as the other fingers penetrated
her virgin pussy, drawing the moisture up and spreading it across her
pink lips which were engorged with excitement. As her fingers slipped
easily into and out of her hole, her other hand went to the opening in
her blouse and slipped inside, her finger tips touching and caressing
her erect nipple.
As she thought about the dancer's firm breasts and hard, pink
nipples, Galactic Girl began to pinch her own nipple, causing it to
protrude about an inch as the erect tissue swelled with pleasure. As
her fingers pinched, the sharp pains radiated straight to her crotch as
she shuddered through a massive, long orgasm, her hips raising up from
the couch as the pleasure racked her body. She felt the wetness
dripping from her crotch to the couch as she continued to draw pleasure
from the movement of her fingers on her clit. She sighed as she waited
for the trip to end so that she could start her mission of pleasure.
She got up from the couch and walked to the computer where she had
stored all the information she had collected on the previous trip.
Typing quickly, she asked the computer to design the sexiest clothing
imagined by most men. Turning to the closet at her side, she extracted
the articles designed by the computer. She stripped off the plain green
blouse and skirt and removed her soaking wet panties before stepping
into the shower where the soothing, cleansing rays of the Cleaner
caressed her body, the tingling sensations causing her nipples and clit
to again engorge with blood, erecting into sensitive buds of flesh.
Before she again got caught up in the pleasures of her own body,
she shut down the Cleaner and stepped to the mirror where she surveyed
her own glorious body. She decided that her natural, long blond hair
should be in a pony tail so she instructed the Dresser to comb and fix
it so that it would hang down to the small of her back, swaying back
and forth as she walked. Undecided as to the color of makeup, polish,
and eyeliner, she instructed the Dresser to consult with the computer.
She inserted each hand into the Dresser and then put each of her feet
into the lower slots. She admired the bright red polish on each nail,
and she especially liked the way it made her feet look as if sweet, red
honey was dripping from her toes. The Dresser expertly applied the
liner and eyeshadow before painting her lips with the same bright red
of her nails. The lipstick had been specially formulated to always
remain wet and shiny without rubbing off, and she had been told that
there was a chemical included that would give extreme pleasure to
either a human clit or a human cock whenever they came in contact with
her lips.
Moving behind Galactic Girl, the Dresser pickup up the black half-
cup bra and expertly encircled her body with the lingerie, hooking it
in the back and adjusting the cups so that it caused her "C" cup
breasts to be pulled even higher and more prominent. She raised one
leg, then the other as the Dresser pulled the lacy black panties up her
legs, covering the natural blond hairs which framed, but didn't cover
her pussy. As she wiggled her ass, the crotch of the panties climbed
up into her slit, disappearing as her pink lips poked moistly between
her long, firm legs. A black garter belt, black stockings, and red
sandals with 4 inch spike heels completed the underwear portion of her
outfit, and she instructed the Dresser to wait while she took another
look at her body displayed in "everyman's" fantasy. As she turned, she
watched her long, firm legs and rounded ass move as the high heels of
her sandals caused her pelvis to thrust forward, tightening the muscles
of her back and stomach. Her hand reached for her breasts and began to
rub up and down over the exposed tit flesh, the sensation of her
fingers causing her nipples to harden and lengthen.
Quickly the Dresser helped her don the black leather miniskirt and
bright red satin blouse before adding ear rings, necklace, and her
personal communicator (which looked just like a human watch.) Spraying
perfume between her firm breasts and rounded thighs, she knew that she
would have no problem attracting any man she saw. She had decided that,
in order to contact the dancer,she would participate in something
called "Amateur Night" where women came from the audience to dance
before the crowd. She figured that this would be a good entre' to meet
the dancer and become friendly (she was planning to become REAL
friendly before the night was out.)
When her space rocket landed, she decided that she would convert it
into a standard human vehicle. She instructed the rocket to transform
into a bright red Corvette convertible, a car she had admired on her
first trip. As she drove swiftly to the club where the dancer worked,
she heard whistles from appreciative men as her long blond hair
streamed behind her in the wind. Since she was early for the contest,
she took a seat at the bar, letting her right leg swing as she sat
partially on the seat sipping at a Screw Driver. As she watched the
faces of the men in the room, she realized that, by spreading her legs
only slightly, she would put her pretty blond pussy on display. She
felt the heat as several eyes riveted on her crotch, the gaze of
several men causing other to turn their heads and stare straight up her
miniskirt. Deliberately, she put her drink on the bar and strutted
down the room, her firm nipples tracing circular patterns on the shiny
red satin of her blouse and her swaying hips causing the edge of the
miniskirt to move up and down, partially revealing the soft white skin
of her thighs above the black stockings. When she got to the Ladies
Room, she quickly entered a stall and locked the door. Before she could
even sit down, the fingers of both hands were clinched between her
thighs, one hand rubbing her clit furiously while the other rubbed
further back, spreading her wetness into her puckered ass hole as first
one, then two fingers penetrated the sensitive dark hole. She nearly
collapsed as a massive orgasm wracked her body, her knees weakening as
waves of pleasure washed throughout her being.
The aroma of her pussy juices filled the room as she reached for
the paper to wipe up the fluids that ran down her firm thighs. As she
stepped from the stall, the dancer was just coming out of the adjoining
stall.
"That must have been some orgasm you had! The entire wall was
shaking when you came. What's your name? I haven't seen you here
before."
"Guess I just couldn't wait," Galactic Girl said as she tried to
quickly think of a name she could use. "Gigi. My name is Gigi and I've
just come into town and thought I'd enter the contest."
"With that outfit and the pussy smell, you'll win without even
having to strip."
Gigi was happy that she had met the dancer, and she was sure that
in the next chapter she would get more involved.
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