“Yes, but I don’t know how to insert your dildo.”
“It’s not called a dildo,” he told her, “and I insert that. Have you never seen a naked man?”
“No. Only the dildos they used to widen my vagina and anus. The flowers repaired my anus, too,” and she turned around and showed him her anus, her fingers holding the moon buttocks separated so he could see.
He groaned and ran his finger up and down the crack, circled the pink rim of what looked like a newborn babe’s anus.
“What is wrong?”
“Nothing. Turn around,” he said and turned her gently to face him while sitting up on his knees. He stroked the silver tresses, then bent down and tasted a nipple while his fingers tweaked the other one. He felt her lips on his hair and trailing kisses up her neck he sought the nectar of her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly explored the inner cavities of his mouth and he felt his cock rise to the occasion, his libido returning in full force.
She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “How do I insert your cock?”
“I’ll show you,” he said and pulled her hips forward. “But, before I do, can I feel you? Touch you?”
He didn’t wait for her answer and while inserting his little finger into her anus, examined those pink folds, then inserted a finger into her vagina. It felt deliciously tight. He didn’t want to enter her yet. Yes, he did, but not with his cock. He turned her around until she was on hands and knees and spread her legs wide. He licked the clitoris until it throbbed under his tongue, then he licked in between the folds until he tasted delicious juice trickling from her vagina. His tongue entered that untouched territory by man and flicked in and out. He heard her moan softly under his caresses.
Finally, he lay down on the grass and pulled her on top of him. He positioned her above his cock and urged her down gently. Her eyes widened as he entered.
“Ooooooh,” she exclaimed, “that feels good…”
“Does it ever,” he said while breathing heavy. His hands tightened on her slim hips and pushed her down harder until he encountered what felt like a hymen. He pushed her down in one go and felt his cock break through. Never before had he had a virgin.
She didn’t gasp in pain, or pull back. She sighed and moaned and started to rotate her hips wildly on his cock. He screamed loudly as his cum burst loose.
She kept him inside her for a bit until his cock lay flaccid and then pulled out of her. Bending down, her halo of hair surrounding her body, she licked the cum off his cock and balls as if it were delicious ice cream.
“Vern, what are you doing?” the harsh metallic voice of the robot suddenly interrupted the tranquil scene.
“Never mind. Are you done?”
“Yes. We must leave now.”
He didn’t want to leave, but an idea formed in his mind. He took her hand and held it to his lips. “Do you want to come with me to my planet and be my wife?” he asked, hardly believing he’d actually proposed to a woman.
“Wife?”
“My woman?”
“Yes, oh yes…”
“Robot, we are taking a passenger.”
“We cannot, Vern. We have reached the maximum weight with this load.”
“Then leave some of it. Accommodate the weight factor to suit this woman.”
“The big shots will not approve.”
“The big shots can go to hell,” Vern said with a grin. “Do as you’re told.”
The robot walked away, leaving him along with her. “Now what is your name? You never told me.”
“Tundora,” she said, her voice sounding like the sweetest melody.
“Tundora, you are going back with me. This will be the most heavenly journey I’ve ever made,” he said while fondling her breasts. He pulled her against him, felt her breasts against his chest, her pussy stroking his already rising cock and held her in a passionate embrace. “We’ll have time for a quickie,” he whispered in her neck. “And when we get back to Earth, I’ll apply for us to be the first settlers on this planet.”
MOON DUST
She opened her eyes and gazed up at triple mauve moons. They were etched with landscapes of silver and darker purple, spilling their liquid rays down upon her face. They felt warm, comforting, almost as if they were holding her in a lover’s embrace.
She remembered now. The asteroid that had hurtled toward her transport pod should have pulverized it and her with it, but here she was, apparently unharmed. She wiggled her toes, moved her legs, but everything was intact.
She realized her suit was gone and she was naked. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel any fear at being in a strange place, just a wondering how she survived and a languishing longing, but she didn’t know what she yearned for. She ran her fingers over her breasts, nipples, her belly, rested them on her clit for a moment and then relaxed on the warm ground.
She was alive…she had survived a major disaster.
For moments she basked in the silvery mauvish light before she groped around and felt the ground beneath her. She scooped up a handful of it and let it trickle through her fingers, holding up her hand as she did so. It was soft, softer than the finest sand she’d ever seen or touched and it shone as if a million pearls had been crushed to fine dust.
She sat up and inspected her surroundings.
Behind her was a dark forest, the branches of strangely shaped trees whispering softly as they seemed to reach out to her, beckoning her as if inviting her to enter the mysterious jungle. Straight ahead she saw a purple ocean, the moon’s rays turning the water into a pool of molten silver.
She had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was the pod traveling at high velocity to a neighboring planet where she had to supervise the development of a new air filtering plant. Then the asteroid hurtling toward her and exploding almost in her face.
She’d prepared herself for the inevitable, the crash, and silently had said her goodbyes. Her brief life was over. She closed her eyes again and remembered her last thought—I’ve not lived yet, my life has just begun.
So where was she? Was this eternal life? If so, she could handle this afterlife, but were there others here?
She scooped a handful of the sand and let it trickle through her fingers. It felt so fine and pure, as if no feet had ever disturbed it. I wonder how many stories each grain of sand can tell, she thought, this fine sand, forever shifting, moving from shore to sea to shore, preserved throughout eternity, each grain must know a million tales. What would it tell me if I could understand its language…
She scooped another handful and holding it close to her ear listened to its faint whisper as it trickled to her shoulders and caressed her bare skin.
The sea beckoned so she stood up and walked to the water that rolled onto the sand and entered it. It felt like quicksilver, tiny purple drops splattering up and clinging to her skin. They glistened like priceless gems, small quivering amethysts. Wonderingly, she lay down and allowed the silent waves to glide over her body, caressing her, softly murmuring against her clit and rolling over her breasts. The water enveloped her like a babe in a womb, languishing in amniotic fluid while awaiting birth. It entered her vagina and enbalmed the inner fragile flesh. It stroked her like a lover’s hands, the touch soft, gentle. She felt incredibly turned on by its gentle touch. Her hands stole down to her clit and she entered a finger, then two and pretended they were a lover’s fingers as she moved them back and forth. Her other hand pinched the hardened nipples, rolled them between the tips of her fingers, then she massaged her breast one by one. Squirming, she gasped as she felt her warm cum circle her fingers. The waves of released passion caused her to scream out loud, her voice blending with the murmur of the waves. With her fingers still inside her vagina, she lay like that for what seemed a long time, until she heard the voice, a male voice. It called out her name.
“Narida…come to me.”
Was it her imagination or was the voice real? Did she hope so much for a sign of life on this planet that she was conjurin
g up an imaginary lover?
She almost hated to leave the water, but the voice called again.
“Narida.”
It came from the direction of the forest.
She stood up and walked back to the beach, the sand squishing between her toes. For the first time she noticed the atmosphere around her was bathed in a beautiful mauve glow. When she glanced down at her breasts, she was amazed that her skin emanated a phosphorescent light, the droplets still clinging to her nipples. The drops glowed as bright as fireflies. Wonderingly, she touched a drop and watched it break into a dozen smaller droplets. They scattered and settled on the dark aureole to nestle there. She did the same to the other drop and then caressed her breasts, the strange phenomenon an aphrodisiac.
“Narida.” The voice sounded more urgent, needy.
She walked faster, toward the dark line of the forest. When she reached the edge, she hesitated. The vegetation was so thick it made the forest an inky black well. What would she find within?
With hesitant steps she moved forward. The shrubbery parted automatically to let her through as if it understood her reluctance and slight fear that gnawed at the pit of her stomach. It sent butterflies to her stomach, to her belly, settling between her legs. Once her eyes became accustomed, it wasn’t so dark in the forest after all. She was surprised at the circle of lilac light surrounding her as if she stood in a spotlight.
Glancing down at her skin, she noticed it glowed with a soft brilliance. Carefully, she reached out and felt the bark of a tree. A branch reached out and encircled her waist. Another branch stroked her long dark hair, her face, touched her breasts. She drew in her breath when she felt a probing between her legs. Looking down, she noticed a branch touching her legs, pushing to pry her legs apart.
A wanton feeling of abandonment entered her. These trees were alive, they reached out for her, wanted to examine her body… The strangeness of her surroundings and the thought of a tree’s branches wandering over her body excited her. She leaned forward and hugged the trunk pushing her body hard against it. Its bark was very smooth, silky soft, as if the trees were covered with velvety fabric. Spreading her legs, she allowed the probing of her clit. Something entered her vagina. It felt slippery, comforting, as it stroked the inner walls, twirled around, and sent her to heights of ecstasy.
She trembled and felt her flesh pucker as a fire slowly started within her and brought her to heights of sexual pleasure. When she climaxed, the branches released her. She looked down at her inner thighs and watched the pearly juices of her release flow down her silken skin to her knees. She sighed with pleasure and ached for more, but a branch urged her gently forward into the unknown.
A gentle perfumed breeze wafted suddenly past her, surrounded her with a rose like scent. It stroked her body and made the leaves above rustle.
It was strange that there were no other sounds, no animal noises, just the sound of the forest and the wind. It almost sounded as if the wind were acting like a lullaby to soothe unseen inhabitants of the forest to sleep.
She felt incredibly relaxed. So this was death. She’d always imagined life after death to be different. When she was young, she’d been taught that Heaven was a beautiful place with angels all around, and if you were bad, you went to hell where there was fire and brimstone. But there was no fire here, no brimstone, so she had to be on her way to Heaven. Perhaps the forest was a test of some sort, a test she had to pass before she was judged. Was that music she heard float toward her on the wings of the breeze? She closed her eyes and let the music touch her soul. Her body swayed slowly, then she danced as if she were a ballerina. She opened her eyes when she heard the leaves rustle. The trees swayed and moved with her, the tips of their branches touching her, stroking her body, her breasts.
She stopped and raised her arms and threw back her head, her long hair cascading down to her buttocks. Fine dust sprinkled from above. It sparkled and glowed. “Stardust,” she whispered. “Sent down by angels.” The baby soft dust continued to twirl down until her body was completely coated.
The music continued to drift toward her. Again, she felt the strong urge to dance. She twirled softly to its sound, danced through the brush, her face raised in adoration, her nipples puckering at its erotic melody, her clit throbbing with passion.
Finally, she came to an open field, and gazed at a carpet of purple flowers, so beautiful she dare not continue, but like in the forest, the flowers reached out to her, parted and a path appeared. She bent to touch a velvety petal and watched the petals close around her finger, its suction strong. She imagined what it would be like if it drew the juices from her vagina.
“Narida, come to me.”
That voice again.
It was soft, velvety, like everything around her, its deep tone stroking her. Who was he? The voice continued to call her, beckoning, caressing her senses, urging her on until she danced through the flowers. When she came to the end of the field of flowers, she stood before tall gates of pure gold. They shimmered in the moonlight sending golden lights over her body.
She reached out to touch them and they opened automatically, allowing her to step through. A soft click sounded behind her indicating that the gates were locked again, and for a moment she had the urge to turn around and run back to the beach, but it was too late. The gates were closed and locked.
In the distance she could see the towers of a golden castle and gardens of such beauty, it took her breath away. Roses of all shades of mauve and purple were everywhere, white clematis climbing the trunks of trees.
“This has to be eternal paradise,” she whispered and skipped happily on to the castle, her feet barely touching the ground.
The steps up to the huge gilded doors were cool beneath her feet and made of some kind of precious gemstone glittering with rainbow colors. They were unlike any she’d ever seen before. As she approached the doors, they opened and a sea of brilliant light greeted her. It was so bright, she couldn’t see beyond. Once her eyes became used to the brilliance, she found herself in a bright chamber. Long purple velvet drapes graced the walls, the floor made of the same gemstone as the steps outside. In the middle of the chamber was a sunken pool of pristine, sparkling water.
Beyond it stood a large throne and on that throne sat the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Opposed to everything else around her, his skin was very white and smooth, like the pale moon on her own world, his hair silvery, cascading over his shoulders down to his waist. His face was perfection, perfectly chiseled, his lips slightly parted. A strong hand, yet slender, beckoned her to come closer. She walked around the pool to approach this gorgeous creature. She noticed he had no body hair, no bellybutton. His eyes are what attracted her the most and sent shivers down her spine. They were very pale, brilliant, and seemed to penetrate to her very soul. Who was this gorgeous creature? An angel? The archangel? Were these the pearly gates?
Reaching out, she put her small hand in his and he drew her towards him, onto his lap. He touched her breasts, circled her nipples, then softly kneaded each breast. Narida was confused. Did stuff like this take place in Heaven? Angels were sexual creatures? His face neared hers and claimed her lips. His tongue entered her mouth and explored the deep cavities. He tasted sweet, as if he’d just had a drink of nectar.
His arms circled her and scooping her into his arms, he cradled her tightly against his chest. He carried her to an open area behind the throne. In the center was a large bed of feathers. He lay her down gently amidst the feathers. Now she knew where she was. This was somewhere between Heaven and hell and these had to be the feathers collected from fallen angels.
She could hardly breathe as he stood over her and just gazed at her. With amazement she watched as his cock slowly opened like a flower and its petals spread out and drew in again. The movements of the petals were slow, graceful. It reminded her of a Venus flytrap and she felt fear that he’d actually put it inside her. Fascinated, she continued to watch. It opened fully and remained open. In its cent
er was a smaller cock, like a flower in bud and it was bright purple, until it too blossomed slowly and revealed a hole that resembled a woman’s vagina. It was pearly pink and very moist. She saw small droplets glistening within the hole and wondered what it would feel like to touch it. It was the most unusual genitalia she’d ever seen in her life and she’d seen many strange ones during her travels, as many aliens on other planets liked to strut about naked. Not only was this man beautiful, sculptured perfection, but his genitalia was poetry personified. She waited while he hovered above her. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered.
He smiled then. “No, Narida. I’ll not harm you,” he said.
His voice was calm, soothing, and it stilled her fear. And when he finally knelt beside her and stroked her body she gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling his face toward her.
He shook his head slightly and disengaged her hands as if he were teaching a small child. He continued to stroke her and finally his hands rested on her small breasts. Her nipples puckered when he kneaded her soft flesh and she ached to have him touch her all over, wanted his lips on her nipples.
She glanced down and saw the sparkling drops still attached to her aureole, to her nipples, now hard as pebbles, and waited.
He continued to stroke her, feel her breasts and finally he picked her up and stood her on her head.
Her head rested on the feathers, her hair spread around her like a veil. It was the most unlikely position for sex, but when she felt his cock stroking her clit, she realized that it had to be normal for him, that this was his way. The petals of his cock opened and she felt it grabbing her clit and the petals closed again massaging the lips, squashing them together. Until he suddenly stopped, drew back slightly and with a closed cock entered her. At first he thrust within her smoothly, slowly, and then came the ultimate delight.
The cock opened and she felt the walls of her vagina slowly pushed outward, stretching as his cock blossomed, and the petals pushed. A heavenly warmth spread throughout her abdomen, settled within her womb as the petals opened and closed continually.
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