Teleported Inter-Planetary Cheerleaders Suck : Part 2

Yes, even she had to admit that those pants looked nice on her, stretched as they were across the curves of her bum as she kneeled and lunged forward into all these alien crotches. In some pictures, she even saw very clearly the lines of the baby blue satin bikini panties she was wearing, and she thought that looked sexy too.

Her mom and dad had made it clear that they LOVED all her pictures and that EVERYONE back home was so proud of her.

“They even have over 100 lovely full-size, framed pictures of you hung all over the place at your school,” her mom had written. These included several huge framed pictures on the huge wall visitors saw as soon as they entered the front doors. This was a tribute celebrating these former students, one teacher, and one bus driver (Carol) who’d obviously gone on to do so well. Stephanie was both flattered and pleased to hear this. And amazed.

‘Where did they get all that money for frames?’ she wondered.

In fact, that was thanks to all of the girls’ moms, who’d held several huge fund-raisers – including bake sales, a couple of raffles, a big bingo night, and their own 24-hour cock-sucking marathon in the gym, featuring the school’s new cheerleading squad. In total, these events netted almost $80,000 to “decorate the school,” 90% of it from the marathon so that the school was already planning another. And the framing shops, in turn, had been so excited about the project, they lowered their prices dramatically “to make sure every picture gets hung.”

Of course, with all the positive press back on Earth, all the girls on Planet XXX received messages, some from family and friends, but others from total strangers who had become ‘fans’. Stephanie couldn’t believe it when her mom wrote that there were more than 500 websites on the internet created by ‘Stephanie fans’, all of which had thousands of her ‘best photos’. Half a universe away, she’d become a celebrity, and that made her smile inside (obviously, she couldn’t REALLY smile very often, given how her mouth was so rarely not cock-filled).

In addition to all these messages sent to the girls, thousands of messages flooded in every day telling the aliens how much the parents and friends and others back home appreciated how nice they were being to all the girls... and thanks for the photo updates... and keep up the good work. Among these notes came requests, sometimes from parents wanting the aliens to please take their daughters still on Earth too, and sometimes from the girls themselves pleading to be allowed to join in the fun. And more and more girls were arriving who’d requested being here.

Now, the aliens mostly ‘abducted’ girls to be compliant with the wishes of this planet so far away; apparently, most Earthlings thought it was more fun when girls didn’t know if and when they were going, than if the aliens held big recruitment events. It’d become a fun game on Earth to see which pretty girls be abducted next. Many girls would purposely dress as sexily as possible and sit on school buses all day HOPING to be abducted.

Stephanie would never forget the day this line-up of girls from the same school was paraded past her kneeling spot, all of them in school uniform (roughly half in plaid skirts and half in navy blue pants) and most looking bewildered, forlorn, scared or all three, with the notable exception of one girl named Kennedy with an absolutely gorgeous face (one of the prettiest Stephanie had EVER seen) and long blonde hair who, instead of a regulation skirt or pants and a school sweater, was wearing tight white, very short shorts with a silver chain belt, a black half bra/half blouse-looking top, and black spike heels.

If ever a girl looked dressed for street prostitution, this girl was. Walking through the alien pit, SHE had the open-mouthed smile of a little kid entering a huge toy store, for good reason. Not only was she getting the eternity of continuous mouth-fucking she wanted, but she’d also gotten out of a week’s worth of after-school detention for her fashion breech. Luckily, she ended up dropping to her knees just a few girls away from Stephanie, so Steph could glance over and enjoy Kennedy’s unbridled energy and enthusiasm for alien cock, as well as the look of her sweet little ass in those tight white shorts.

Often, the next day after abductions of schoolgirl buses or entire classrooms from all-girls’ schools, local newspapers would run front page articles celebrating the abduction of another fine batch of local talent, along with pretty pictures of each girl. Of course, many young men lost the girls of their dreams (which was sad); but no sooner did one girl disappear than three other girls invariably appeared on a guy’s doorstep wanting to suck his cock. THAT’S how Earth had become, thanks to that pioneering blow-bang cocksucker JoAnne G, and the more recent reports of how WONDERFUL it was blowing thousands of aliens continuously on Planet XXX.

Most pretty girls who were left behind desperately wanted to be considered themselves, so they sucked as many cocks as they could to attract notice. There was (no pun intended) STIFF competition to be abducted and whisked away to this lovely distant planet. And those who didn’t actually want to leave Earth, nonetheless felt either honoured or obligated to service “the boys left behind.”

As it was, also among these thousands of messages to Planet XXX came words of encouragement for the girls already there, parents telling their daughters to “keep up the good work”... and to “keep having fun”... and that, by now, they “must be as good a cocksucker as JoAnne.”

Of course, this last statement was ridiculous. No one could EVER be as good a cocksucker as JoAnne, no matter how long they sucked cock. But comments like these had long since made the aliens wonder about this universally-famous oral slut.

JoAnne had, in fact, been sought and finally found and approached, on a number of occasions, about coming too; but she had so far said ‘no’. Not that she didn’t want to come. But she was concerned about all the men on Earth she hadn’t sucked yet.

“One day soon,” she said, and she meant it. Why grow old when she could have eternal youth and unlimited cocks to suck for all eternity on another planet? It made no sense. But she still felt obligated to keep sucking the men back home.

These kind-hearted aliens agreed to let her be. If she already was having a world of fun sucking cocks continuously on one planet, why should they insist she come to another to suck cocks continuously there?

Finally, however, the clever aliens told her that they had worked out the technology so she could have it both ways. She could be on Earth AND Planet XXX.

“How?” she asked.

“Come to our planet and see,” the mock police officer, who’d pulled her over for no reason as she was driving to a photo shoot, answered. “I promise that, if you want, I can have you back in time for your photer-shoot.”

“Photo shoot!” Jo laughed, amicably correcting him.

The alien bowed his head to recognize his English error. And suddenly, JoAnne acquiesced and agreed to accompany him, “just to see for myself. “

“My people will be most pleased,” the alien said.

And just as suddenly, there was a flash of light and she found herself on this strange distant planet.

***

As it turns out, the station she was brought to was the same one Stephanie and Ms. Sexton and the other girls from her school were at; and word quickly spread through the camp of the exciting news (it’s amazing how adept these girls have gotten at sign language now that their mouths are filled with alien cock 99.99% of the time).

At the time she heard, Stephanie had a particularly long and thick alien cock shoved all the way down her throat, so all she could do was clap her two little feet together to show her excitement. She knew that the aliens, being as clever as they were, would probably find some way to broadcast live coverage of JoAnne at work through the little screen she admired her pictures through... and, of course, she was right. If the aliens were clever enough to teleport themselves and these girls across whole galaxies, it would be no problem for them to transfer some pictures and live coverage to these little screens the girls all now had. And so it was that everyone got to watch JoAnne’s time on Planet XXX. They all knew that JoAnne was in for an EXTRA special time here.

JoAnne, herself, showed up wearing her Sunday best: a really pretty greyish pink sweater, dark pin-striped gray pants with a very narrow black belt and pink satin bikini panties underneath, and black spike heels; along with dark pink lipstick and other matching make-up. She looked REALLY sexy. Even with alien cocks down her throat, Stephanie couldn’t help but watch JoAnne in the screen she had lying on the ground before her. She was SO beautiful. No WONDER so many men travelled miles and miles to fuck her mouth! No wonder the aliens wanted her!

Most had assumed that JoAnne, being invited here, would be spared the indignity of that huge tentacle monster they’d all had to endure as a first introduction to this place. But JoAnne either was required to, or wanted to do that too. Stephanie watched her screen in amazement as JoAnne was led into that monster’s pit, was forced to her knees, and then had one of his huge tentacles forced all the way down her throat and through her body until, finally, the blonde schoolgirl could just make out something pushing against the inside of JoAnne’s pants in the rear.

Clearly, that tentacle had reached all the way out her ass, as with everyone else, and had determined that Jo was wearing pants. Slowly then, the tentacle was withdrawn, and Stephanie watched as the last 12 or so inches were pulled out bringing along with it a mouthful of shit. Stephanie remembered almost puking and spitting everything out. But JoAnne didn’t. She just smiled, swallowed and licked her lips. Her tongue, Stephanie noticed, was brown. Eventually, Jo’s saliva and the rubbing of alien cock against tongue would wash it clean. But right now, JoAnne’s mouth was dirtier than a busted men’s toilet at a gas station. Dutifully, however, she waited on her knees, kneeling fully upright and awaiting instructions. Finally, aliens on either side of her helped her up and led her past the monster up to the next ‘station’.

That, in fact, was kind of what was planned for JoAnne. Since she was here as a guest and the aliens were hoping to convince her to stay, they were going to give her a tour. “How?” you might ask, if that one alien had promised Jo he’d get her back to her photo shoot on time, could they possibly convince her to stay?

That is where pretty Stephanie suddenly came in.

Why they chose Stephanie to be the guinea pig, she will never know. Apparently, it was some huge honour. But despite this and being able to spend time in the presence of the most famous cock-sucker in the universe, JoAnne, Stephanie initially was very sad and reluctant to be pulled from her line. In Earth time, it actually had been almost three years since, except for pooping through her mouth, she’d last not had an alien cock in her mouth and throat for any more than about 10 seconds at a time. She was terrified that she’d not be brought back to her line. Luckily, the ‘experiment’ didn’t take that long.

In retrospect, she shouldn’t have been surprised that they could do what they did, given that they could teleport instantaneously over millions of light-years. But when she finally stood in front of five identical, naked versions of herself, she was amazed. Was there NOTHING these aliens couldn’t do?

She watched as each was given clothes... one her school’s cheerleading outfit, two her school uniform but with a skirt instead of pants, one the exact same blouse, sweater and pants she now was wearing, and one a pair of tight designer jeans, all with various black heels. Then they replicated JoAnne, and suddenly there were 16 copies of her... five in nice dress pants of various colours, to go with different pretty sweaters and tops and heels; three in nice skirts, one of the outfits almost identical to Stephanie’s school uniform; three in her patented panty-suit -nylon bikini panties (one pink, one baby blue, one white) with pretty half sweaters that reached just to her navel (one baby blue, one pink, and one orange, the first to go with the pink panties, the second with the blue panties, and the last with the white), and matching, 3-inch spiked heels (pink, blue and black); three in tight designer jeans; and one in the same cheerleader’s uniform Stephanie was wearing. Then the aliens led the crowd of JoAnne’s and Stephanie’s down into the corse pit.

As she was led past them, the real Stephanie noticed Meredith and then Carol, both on their knees under these huge animals working diligently with their mouths. The two working girls paused for about one second to watch the procession but then immediately returned to their work. Finally, the procession came to a corse that had no girl attached, and Stephanie watched in amazement as her clone in designer jeans was told to kneel in place. Unbelievably, as Stephanie #2 took this huge animal’s huge member down her throat, the real Stephanie (Stephanie #1) felt it going down her throat too.