Heavenly Bodies

by Celine Chatillon

  She tugged at his jumpsuit zipper, slowly peeling it back to reveal her long sought-after prize beneath. Her intimate explorations with her tongue and lips of his smooth skin were soon rewarded.

  Del didn’t wear any undergarments, and his thick, rigid manhood made PlayMate’s cock appear positively minuscule. If she thought it had been difficult sitting down after an energetic pounding by her PlayMate, she couldn’t wait to be hobbled from a good fucking by Del. How could she have underestimated his physical attributes?

  A chuckle erupted low in her throat as her tongue made slow, lazy circles around his thick cock. “My, my, my… Devil’s food cake couldn’t be any sweeter.”

  “I bet you’re sweeter yet.” He caressed her head, urging her to go deeper. “Hmm, no fair not letting me have my cake and eat it too.” He reached down and pulled her to her feet, kicking the remainder of his outfit away before sweeping her into his arms. “Which way to your bunk?”

  She nodded toward the bedroom door. “In there. But don’t you want to be out here so we can record some ‘home movies’ for Hak?”

  “Hak’s got enough jerk-off material already. You’re special. I want you all to myself.”

  Lelia’s heart beat faster. She laid her head on his shoulder. I’m special. He doesn’t want to share me with anyone else.

  Del gently laid her on the bed and kissed her from head to foot, lingering for an extended time on her attentive nipples and eager pussy. So familiar—yet so different—was his touch. Closing her eyes, she found it hard to tell which Del Tourner she was with at times.

  Lelia decided finally that the human Del demonstrated a steady, deliberate pace when it came to lovemaking…and she liked it. He wanted to possess her body and soul—not simply bring her to orgasm in the shortest amount of time.

  In fact, he seemed to enjoy watching her squirm.

  “Del, don’t tease me anymore with that multi-talented tongue of yours. I want you to fuck me. Fill me completely with that luscious cock of yours.”

  “All in good time.” He slipped a finger inside her, tickling her G-spot. She arched and bucked against him until she thought she’d go mad. “You like that. It’s been a while since you’ve had a real man, hasn’t it?”

  “Yes, yes… I’ve never had anyone as real as you before, Del.”

  He lowered his tongue to her clit, delivering the final blow. Her world exploded; blood rushed to her head, taking out more than a few brain cells along the way. Thrashing wildly, she screamed his name, clinging to him for dear life.

  He rose up on his knees, smiling. “I think you’re ready for me now.” Lifting her thighs, he gracefully slid his entire length inside her.

  Lelia moaned. The pleasure-pain his generous-sized cock generated was beyond comparison. He pumped slow and deliberately into her hungry cunt, filling her completely and then some. Her muscles clenched about him, squeezing him in exquisite agony.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Lelia…so tight and wet. I can’t hold on much longer. I want to come in you again and again. Think you can handle me?”

  “I—I don’t know, but don’t hold back, Del. Don’t hold anything back.”

  Panting, he whispered, “I couldn’t if I tried.”

  He spread her legs wider. She responded by arching her hips upward. He rammed his blood-engorged rod deeper, pounding a primitive rhythm against her sensitive flesh. Lelia clutched the bed pillows for purchase as Del drove his cock hard into her with a devilish flourish of his hips.

  She shrieked at the sweet awareness of her impending destiny. “I can’t hold on.”

  “Then let go. Let go...”

  As Del delivered his last decisive thrust, raucous cries tore loose from his throat. The heavenly sensations of his spasming cock sent Lelia spiraling into a second orgasm that proved even more mind-bending than her first. Tremors pulsated outward from her core, sending shivering showers of bliss vibrating along every inch of her over-stimulated nerves. Lights, colors and patterns swirled about, enveloping them both in a blanket of contentment.

  Minutes later, they drifted back toward reality.

  “Remind me to program Bilgee to sabotage your new spacecraft from time to time.” Lelia giggled. “I don’t think a fifteen-minute stopover at my lowly outpost will satisfy either of us ever again.”

  “No worries. With my new ship’s super-ion drive, I can make up the lost time between outposts in seconds flat.”

  Raising his head from her breast, Del discovered her face was completely covered with her honey-gold hair. He lifted the lustrous curtain and sang, “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

  She gathered him into her arms, returning his kisses and caresses with equal passion.

  The bathroom door silently slid open. “You summoned me, Lelia?”

  Del turned around and sat up. “What the…”

  Embarrassed, Lelia’s voice failed. “I—uh, uh…”

  PlayMate stood in the doorway, naked and grinning. He smiled down at the two lovers tangled in the sheets. “Would you like me to join you?”

  “Oh, no, not now, PlayMate,” Lelia began, sitting up.

  Del hushed her, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “All the time I was at Hak’s place, I wondered who you programmed your PlayMate to look like. Now I know.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “Offend me? Heavens, no! It isn’t every woman who, when she gets a chance to choose from millions of personas to be pleasured by, picks the lowly postman for the Outer Worlds Mining Corporation. I can’t think of a higher compliment.”

  “Then you’re not angry?”

  “Angry?” He arched an eyebrow. “’Turned on’ is a better phrase to describe what I’m feeling at this moment.” He sat up and patted the mattress. “Come over here, PlayMate.”

  PlayMate did as he was told. “Would you like to watch me fuck Lelia?”

  Del chuckled. “Direct, isn’t he? I guess you didn’t have a disk of my personality traits to program him with—or a complete body scan. He’s a bit skimpy in the manhood department.”

  Lelia shrugged. “So, I guessed. All I had really were your hand and foot measurements from the security vids. There was no way to know your cock was as thick as it was long. I was trying to make him look realistic.”

  “It’s nice to know you’re not hung up on size. And I’ll help you take care of his deficiencies before I leave, okay?”

  “Please do.” She placed an arm around her human lover. “You sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about him before now?”

  Del kissed her free hand then squeezed it. “Like I said, I’m honored. And I’m going to enjoy watching him fuck you.” He scooted toward the side of the bed. “PlayMate, are you ready to pleasure your mistress?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Then you take her back half while she re-awakens my front with a kiss.”

  Lelia grinned, only half-pretending to be shocked as PlayMate grabbed her ass from behind, plunging his holographic cock into her slick pussy.

  “Yes, that’s it. You keep up a hard, steady pace. I’ll keep the rest of her occupied.”

  “Very good, sir.”

  Lelia relaxed her throat as she eased Del’s length through her lips. Squeezing his balls while tickling his tip with her tongue, she was rewarded with a low moan of satisfaction.

  “Mmmm, nice. Your end holding up, PlayMate?”

  The holographic gigolo deftly petted her clit with a nimble digit and picked up the pace. “Yes, sir. She’s very tight, and more than wet and willing.”

  Lelia’s senses spun about like an endlessly twirling merry-go-round. She had never handled two randy lovers before. She had never experienced anything remotely as exciting and enjoyable—and challenging. One half of her brain tried to stay focused on satisfying her human lover with her oral technique while the other half grew dizzier by the second from the myriad of sensations bombarding her courtesy of PlayMate’s vigorous pounding of her puss
y and Del’s masterful stroking of her bouncing nipples.

  “She’s about to come,” PlayMate announced a few minutes later. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

  “Neither can I…” The two exchanged meaningful glances. “Let’s get there together, shall we?”

  “Very…good…sir.”

  With three massive thrusts, PlayMate shot a passionate shockwave into Lelia’s cunt, sending shivers of molten bliss searing throughout her body. She grabbed Del’s buttocks, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. He tossed his head back, gasping with pleasure as Lelia greedily swallowed his seed. PlayMate added his husky voice to the erotic symphony as he cried out Lelia’s name, collapsing in a heap beside his sated bedfellows.

  “Hmm.” Lelia snuggled happily in between her talented lovers. “We’ll have to do that again. You two can even switch places if you like.”

  “I like,” said PlayMate. His hands playfully roamed across her curves, ending at her left breast.

  “Me, too,” purred Del, cupping her other breast while languidly resting his head on her shoulder. “But first, let’s enjoy a slice of that devil’s food cake, shall we?”

  * * * * * *

  “I don’t want to say good-bye.” Lelia blinked back tears as she walked Del to the hanger. “It won’t be the same without you.”

  He tilted her chin, gifting her with another deep kiss before mounting the ladder to access the ship’s hatch. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in less than a week’s time. You forget how fast my new spacecraft is.”

  She smiled. “You’re right. It won’t be that long.”

  “And you won’t be alone.” He nodded to a newly modified PlayMate standing by the airlock. “My alter-ego will keep you company. I promise, if he gets through half the exploits I’ve programmed into him, you won’t have time to feel lonely. I just hope you’re able to stand and walk a straight line when I return.”

  Lelia laughed. “I can’t wait. Off you go now…I guess you’ll know where to find us upon your return if we don’t greet you at the door.”

  Alien Seduction

  “I never noticed your dimples before. They’re kind of sexy.” Jenna Henson tenderly caressed the handsome stranger’s face. Her hand drifted from his high cheekbones to his square jaw, across his impossibly broad, muscular chest and flat abs to the tantalizing red-gold hairs peeking out just above his scanty cock-covering before pulling away.

  He was always so busy swinging his electric sword at alien invaders week after week that she had never really had the chance to note just how firm and tight his butt cheeks were, or how enormous the bulge in his codpiece area was… The stretching seriously tempted his leather loincloth to burst at the seams.

  Even after recording and replaying each episode of Galactic Guerillas a thousand times, Jenna had never been inspired to envision her hero in such intimate, vivid detail. Damn! Her mind was really playing tricks on her. What the heck did she eat last night? Spicy tacos? Usually they gave her nightmares—and heartburn—so that couldn’t be it.

  Whatever created this dream, she prayed she’d never awake.

  “You are as kind as you are lovely, my dear Jenna.” Prince Reglund of the Galactic Council of Interstellar Knights gallantly kissed the back of her hand. His rich, deep baritone shot shockwaves of anticipation through her. “But you still don’t believe that I’ve come to your world… That I’m actually lying here with you.”

  Jenna propped herself up on an elbow, raking her eyes across his virile form. The man was absolutely, positively, drop-dead, hope-to-die-tonight gorgeous. A specimen of male perfection—even if his mother Princess Lurda from the water world of Odelot had been forced into marriage to his father, Bart Crator, an evil warlord bent on ruling the known universe with an iron fist and plasma torpedoes.

  “It’s not that I don’t believe you, Reg—I can call you Reg, can’t I?” He nodded his approval. “It’s just that I’m too much of a realist to think my overactive imagination is capable of fashioning a real live flesh and blood man to fool around with in my bed. My mother has warned me since I was a child that I watch too much TV, and that someday I will lose touch with reality. I guess today—or tonight, rather—is that day.”

  Jenna sighed loud and long and punched her pillow. “My mother is so going to love telling me, ‘I told you so.’ I hate it when she does that.”

  Reg raised a tawny eyebrow. “You believe you’re insane?”

  “Believe? Heck, I know I’m insane. You’re a fictional character from my all-time favorite television show. I’m having a conversation with you, and wishing that you’d make passionate love to me at any moment…” She shook her head and sighed again. “If this isn’t insanity, I don’t know what is.”

  “Not allowing me to make passionate love to you would be insane.” Reg chuckled, a devilish gleam flashing in his honey-flecked eyes. He tossed his long, golden mane over his wide shoulders. “Why not trust your senses? Can you feel this?”

  His agile hands danced across the curve of her hips, penetrating the crevice of her thighs and fingering her swollen clit beneath her nightshirt. Jenna moaned, wriggling closer to the wondrous touch of her dream lover.

  “And this?” He lowered his full lips to the points pushing through the baby-blue satin material, teasing her nipples into hard peaks until she cried out for him to stop the sweet torture.

  “Yes, yes! I believe you! I believe you’re real.”

  “Good. Now do you believe that I want to make love to you?”

  Jenna took a deep breath, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. “I certainly hope you do. But there’s this awful, nagging question buried in the back of my brain that really bothers me.”

  “A question?”

  “Yeah. Why in the world would Prince Reglund, who can have any woman he wants in the galaxy—and often does—want to bed the likes of little ol’ me?”

  He didn’t answer her right away, but pulled her into his arms, gently kissing her forehead. When at last he spoke, his tender words melted the ice wall Jenna had erected around her heart after so many romantic disappointments. “I want to make love to you because you are a beautiful maiden of Earth and a devoted subject of the realm. Besides, I can’t keep my hands off your delicious body!” He began plying her with kisses, nibbling her long neck and earlobes.

  Giggling, Jenna scooted closer to him. “If you mean by that, that I’m a paid-up, lifelong member of the Galactic Guerillas fan club, then yes, I’m extremely devoted. Crazy, but devoted.”

  “And as a loyal citizen, you understand you must obey the commands of your prince.” He squeezed her buttocks through the flimsy material, slowly rubbing his bulge against her increasingly wet pussy. “You will obey me, yes?”

  “Yes, I will—gladly.”

  “Then remove this silken garment and let me admire you properly.”

  “Your wish is my command, fair prince.”

  Jenna quickly stood beside the bed and shimmied out of her gown. His gold-brown eyes widened with unadulterated lust, and the image of herself she saw reflected there surprised her. Gone was the timid, rail-thin, flat-chested little girl she always saw whenever she looked in the mirror. Now she saw a confident woman, proud of her body and confident in her sexuality.

  Wiggling her hips—yes, she had them now and she could show them off—she took a step toward her alien lover, bending low to display her cleavage. She actually had breasts, even if the sweat suits she often wore seldom emphasized them. Reg swallowed hard, his eyes roaming across her curves as she spun around like a dancer. Jenna never felt sexier or more attractive in her life.

  Keeping his gaze fixed firmly on her, Prince Reglund slowly pulled himself to his knees, unfastened his sword belt and lifted the flap of his loincloth to reveal a hard-on of gargantuan proportions.

  Jenna’s hands flew to her warming cheeks. She gasped. “Oh, my… You’re much more…manly than I’ve fantasized. And I can be very creative, you know.”

  The wicked gl
int in his eyes challenged her. “Show me.”

  She laughed. How could any hot-blooded female pass on this challenge? “All right. First, like any good Galactic Guerilla, I will attempt to disarm you.”

  Jenna approached and slowly untied the leather cords resting on his slim hips. The small scrap of leather fell away, fully exposing the glistening head of his engorged, crimson cock. She licked suddenly dry lips. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m eye-to-eye with the man-eating dragon beast of episode sixty-nine?”

  “Perhaps you are.” Reg’s resonant chuckle detonated a mini-explosion of desire deep within her. He positioned his cock closer to her. “Will you vanquish your foe with your creative talent? Or will you allow it to enter your cave of wonders, my beautiful maiden?”

  “Hmm, good questions. How about a little of both?” Jenna knelt at the edge of the bed and eased his length into her mouth. Her tongue thrilled at the taste of him, the virile, musky tang of a man who could swing a sword with one arm while carrying off a willing female captive to pleasure over and over again in his other. She cupped his balls gently, sucking his remaining inches into the back of her throat.

  He groaned and leaned against her. “Oh, the dragon is practically slain, fair one. Allow me to explore your delights before I can no longer contain my enthusiasm.”

  But she wasn’t ready to give up her enjoyment. She replied with a steady pumping action of her hand and a twirl of her tongue. It was like eating an ice cream cone, a salty, male-flavored creamy cone.

  Jenna couldn’t deny it—she had never enjoyed deep-throating her previous boyfriends this much. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. Pleasuring Reg this way was truly a delicious diversion all it own. But before she knew what was happening, he pulled her up to the bed, turned her and seated her on his face.

  If she hadn’t appreciated before how nimble his tongue was as he verbally outsmarted the evil warlord Crator, she did so now!