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So although I’m feeling nervous uncertainty like any first-timer, I step boldly forward. Inside the bar it is busy, and unlike most Gaianesian venues, males outnumber females by about two to one among the clientele. Of course I see no Gaianesian men among the customers. The majority present from both sexes are human, although there’s a smattering of other species including a reptilian creature and giant blue skinned thing who looks as though he could break me with his hands. I recall that on other worlds it is more often men attracted into space and women the home, so I am not surprised that these alien ship crews are heavily biased towards the masculine. What makes me stop in my tracks is the way these male visitors stop to look at me. When we were little girls, Gara and I had a pet, a cute, furry species of mammal called a skrint. Intelligent, playful creatures, they originated as wild predators until Gaianesians began to domesticate them thousands of years ago. Nowadays there’s almost no trace of their hunting past in them, until the moment you put down their bowl teens of meat. Then you’d better not get in the way. Gara once tried to snatch away the food of our pet, no more than childish teasing, but the normally docile animal gave her such a vicious bite on the arm that Gara was left with a scar, and we had to convince our mother considered not to put the skrint to sleep. I relate this memory because it’s the only way I can describe the way the men in the bar look at me… exactly the way the skrint would look at its meal. Of course I’ve heard often about masculine sex drive, and that this urge is the way most Big Boobs of the universe reproduces, but experiencing teen the reality for the first time, I feel a swell of sympathy for these creatures hypnotized by their longing. Gods, what we’re taught is exactly right. This is how they are – males - slave to their desperate compulsion to mate with me. For some of them it’s so overwhelming their jaws hang open as though they’re about to drool. Almost every last man has his eyes on me, scanning up and down the curves of my body. The poor things are probably too drugged to realize what they’re doing, but I can’t feel sympathy when they’re making me so self-conscious. Stop staring, guys! They’re just my breasts, just my hips. I’ve never given my organs much thought before, but these male eyes are locking on my chest as though my tits define me. It wouldn’t be so bad if this treatment was shared evenly among the females, but adding Brunette to my discomfort is the fact that far more men are focusing on me than any of the other females present. Yes, I have often been told I’m exceptionally beautiful, and Gara and I both inherited babe our mother’s long legs and full protruding front. But Hoola is next to me, and even better endowed than I am. So what is it about me in particular that seems to cast a spell on these men? I follow Hoola forward, instinct keeping me close to her. Although the men all continue to watch, no one approaches us while we buy drinks. According to my briefing the men were expected to instigate the courting. Perhaps the information was incorrect. The bar is meant for a place for social meeting and interaction, but the groups seem to be keeping largely to themselves – ship crews each spreading to fill one of the circular tables. There’s nowhere to sit with them unless strangers make a place for us. Her bowels clenched down on my cock. I wanted to rip it off and throw it away. All three of the females rolled their eyes as they heard Hephaestus groan then came flying out of the hole toward Ephus. The guys understand that if they cross the line they’ll be out – for good.” His wife is away. After a moment she reached across and collected his forgotten phone, pressing it into his hands. As I inched my way in, I noticed Big Boobs that her love box was even hotter than Sara’s. I didn’t really notice it last night, probably because so much Brunette was going on at the time. He started squeezing the entire breast and then worked towards pinching and squeezing the nipples, all while kissing her mouth and moving his cock in her pussy. We wouldn't have found each other if things didn't get crazy last fall during our competition.” Lilith babe continued to work her teens agent's cock with her hands, though her eyes never left Ashley's. I’ll be there.” Look to the Zoroastrian religion where the Persian futa-queens devoted to it would marry their sisters to keep their bloodlines pure. Orgasmic passion bathed teen my balls as she held her bra tight to her tits, crying out her rapture. They flicked their tail again, and the leg shackles disappeared. "So, then, you're definitely not a virgin? If your horde is defeated in the Tundra, it will be all our destinies.” But there was no time. And they’ll find out – you’ll go purple.