Erotic Flights of Fantasy II

by Melanie Thompson

  “Can I come in, please? I’ve been walking for hours.”

  Bruce wore only his white underwear; his orange prison uniform was back in solitary. “Sorry I’m not dressed. We were caught in the tsunami and washed up on the side of this mountain. Come on in.”

  Bruce glanced at Roy. The big man had a deep frown on his face. “This is my friend, Roy Johnson. We found the cabin and made some food. Are you hungry?”

  She nodded.

  “My name’s Bruce. What’s yours?”

  He led her to the table and ushered her into his empty chair.

  “Kathy, Kathy Maplethorpe. I’ve been living in a tree in the forest right outside Tahoe National for two years. Loggers have been trying to log me out for months but there’s a rare family group of wolverines living in the rocks under my tree so they can’t. I’ve been on the news. Did you see me?”

  Bruce glanced at Roy and wagged his eyebrows with a huge grin plastered across his face. “You were on TV? No kidding.”

  Bruce filled a plate for Kathy and set it in front of her. She dug in with enthusiasm. “Have you seen any other people? What happened out there?”

  “Big motherfucking earthquake,” Roy said.

  “We were in Marin County. We surfed all the way here on a huge tidal wave.”

  She looked up. “You surfed from Marin?”

  Bruce nodded. He couldn’t get the grin off his face. “Yeah, some kind of world record. It has to be.”

  Roy got up from the table and grabbed Bruce’s elbow. “Would you step outside for a minute? I need to speak to you.”

  Bruce allowed Roy to drag him outside and shut the door. “Bruce, that’s a woman.”

  Bruce nodded. “I know. Ain’t it great?”

  Roy shook his head. “No, I thought we were gonna be together.”

  “We are, Roy, but now we got us a woman, too. I ain’t gay, Roy. I like women. Prison is prison, but out here, we gotta think about repopulating the world and all. Everyone’s dead, man. There’s only us. And I know you like women, too. You had yourself a wife. This is so cool. We’ll share her.”

  “What if she don’t want to sleep with a black man?”

  “Then I’ll convince her. Come on, man, let’s go party.”

  Roy nodded, his brows drawn into a huge W on his forehead. “Okay, Bruce, we’ll share.”

  Back inside, Bruce poured them all a healthy portion of the Crown. He lifted his glass and urged Kathy to do the same. “To life.”

  She took a sip, glancing up at him over the top of her mason-jar glass. He bobbed his head. “Drink up. This might be the last bottle of Crown Royal on earth.”

  She finished her drink and ate some more hash. Bruce refilled her glass. When he drained the last drops into their glasses they were laughing.

  “I was in my tree house when the earthquakes hit. Lake Tahoe is about forty miles over the ridge and it must have overflowed because a huge rush of water came pouring down the mountain.” Her words were slurred and she had a huge sloppy grin on her face.

  Bruce had a kettle of water heating on the woodstove. Steam spewed from the spout. He hustled around the cabin, anticipation giving him the biggest woody he’d had since he got caught robbing the bank two years ago. He found an old washtub and set it on the dresser in the bedroom.

  “I have hot water, madam, if you’d like to wash some of that dirt off.”

  She got up from the chair and allowed him to escort her into the bedroom. When she stood in front of the washbasin, he turned to go. She reached out and grabbed his arm. “Can you help me with my buttons? They’re so small I can’t see them without my glasses and the glasses are back up my tree.” She giggled.

  He bent over her chest and unbuttoned her plaid wool shirt. When it was off, she lifted her arms over her head. “Help me with the bra, too.”

  Bruce pulled it over her head, releasing two of the perkiest, pinkest breasts he’d ever seen. “Want me to help you with your pants, too,” he said in a voice husky with desire. His tongue felt like it was two sizes too large for his mouth.

  She grabbed his head and pulled it close. “I haven’t had a man since I climbed up that tree two years ago. Kiss me.”

  Her lips were like two cushions under his. He tickled them with his tongue and she opened her mouth. Their tongues danced as he slowly stroked her breasts. Pink nipples beckoned him to taste. He couldn’t say no, dropping his head to suck each turgid tip all the way into his mouth while he wrestled with the zipper on her jeans.

  When she was naked, he stood back to stare. Her body was sleek and white with a fluff of gold at the juncture of her thighs. His boxer shorts tented out in the front where his cock throbbed. She laughed and pointed. “Shouldn’t you shut the door?”

  He wrapped her in his arms and carried her to the bed. She was no lightweight, but Bruce was strong. He slid out of his shorts and lay down beside her. With his lips inches from her ear and his dick pressing against her thigh, he whispered. “I was kind of hoping you’d invite Roy in with us. Two is nice but three is a…threesome. And since we could be the last people left on earth, I think we should form a solid alliance, you know, between the three of us. We’ll be a family.”

  Kathy relaxed and let her legs fall open. She took a deep breath. “Call him in. I’m so hot right now, I can barely stand it. Hurry.”

  “Roy!” Bruce called. “We’re waiting, dude, where are you?”

  His big friend appeared like magic on the other side of the bed. His clothes were off and he was fully erect. Bruce took Kathy’s hand and placed it on Roy’s cock, then he reached for her sex. He grabbed it and thrust two fingers into the center. It was slick and wet. She opened her legs and arched her back. “If I don’t get a dick in me soon, I’m going to explode.”

  Bruce glanced up at Roy. “You first,” Roy said in a breathless voice.

  He lay down beside Kathy and kissed her while Bruce positioned himself for the plunge. With his cock at her opening, he took a deep breath and shoved it in. “Oh, my, god, that’s good.” Bruce exhaled the words.

  Roy grabbed Bruce’s ass and drove a big finger into the opening between his tightly clenched cheeks. Bruce closed his eyes. He had to start thinking of something gross soon or this would be over in seconds.

  Kathy spread her legs even further and lifted her ass. He pounded into her with Roy holding his butt. She moaned and twisted under him. Roy caressed her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples with his free hand. When Bruce unloaded, Roy pushed him aside and took his place.

  Bruce lay gasping for air as Roy shoved his huge cock into Kathy. When she felt his dick, the size and width of it, she screamed and clawed at Roy’s ass. The big black man grunted as he worked his huge cock around and in and back out. His hips were gyrating faster than Michael Jackson’s.

  Bruce lifted Kathy and slid under her, holding her in his lap while Roy pounded into her. He ran his hand down her belly to her vulva, spread the lips and began chafing her clit while Roy filled her with his huge tubesteak.

  She began to make a strange ululating cry combined with some panting. “Woooo,” pant, pant, “woooo.” It got louder until she threw back her head and screamed. Her body went stiff in his arms and she arched her back and screamed again.

  “Oh my, oh my,” Roy panted. “She done clamped down on me, Bruce. “Oh my, I’m gonna come.” He dragged out the last word as he froze on top of Kathy.

  When they collapsed, Roy crashed onto the bed beside them. Bruce cradled Kathy in his arms and Roy threw one leg over her. Wrapped in a cocoon of post-coital bliss, the three were silent. Kathy finally spoke up. “Well, if that doesn’t jump-start the population, I don’t know what will.”

  Roy tenderly stroked Bruce’s cheek. “Surfer boy, I’m gonna crash. I love you man, this has been a hell of a day.”

  Hope Landing

  Hope Mayfair lay sprawled across her bunk with her hands crossed behind her head as she stared at the alien ship’s ceiling. The strange metal was dark, smoke-g
ray with small specks embedded in the metal that seemed to move. Everything on the spaceship Nimbus was strange. It smelled like the room in the hospital they took her mother to after her knee replacement surgery, clinical and sterile.

  The Kentarians had come to Earth a year ago today. She remembered being in the kitchen with her mother baking when the President made the announcement that an Alien race had made contact.

  For weeks she’d watched as the tall beautiful alien Kyleon had meetings with the most important people in the world. We all wondered what he wanted from us.

  Lost in thought, Hope didn’t hear someone outside her door punching in a code. Before she could react, the door slid open.

  “Hope, get up. We only have one hour until the party.” Chandra Johnson, Hope’s roommate, twirled through the door making her long, shimmering white skirt float around her. The pale color against Chandra’s dark skin made her shine like polished ebony.

  Hope moaned as she rolled over onto her side and glared at Chandra. Her long platinum hair cascaded over the side of the bed sparkling from the glow cast by the stars shining in through her small window.

  “Hope, don’t you look at me like that. What? Were you having a fantasy about that Kentarian Gyr again?”

  Hope felt her cheeks burning. “No, I was just thinking about how it’s been a whole year since they came to earth. Nothing has been the same since. Nothing will ever be the same.”

  A tear trickled out of the corner of Hope’s sea-green eyes streaking a path down her small nose until it fell off the end.

  “I miss my family. If the Kentarians hadn’t come to our planet, we would have all been together when the comet hit. Maybe we could have made it.”

  Chandra sat on the bunk next to Hope and pulled her into her ebony arms. “I know baby, don’t cry. Not a day goes by I don’t think…why me? Why did I get picked in the lottery? How come everyone else I know had to die?

  Chandra gently touched Hope’s chin and lifted her face to meet her friend’s bottomless, black eyes.

  “God has a plan for us, Hope. We need to go on and help rebuild the human race. Our planet is gone. You saw the comet hit. It was total destruction; no one could have survived that explosion and then all the waves.”

  Wiping the tears from her eyes, Hope stood up and offered Chandra her hand. “You’re right; after all, the Kentarians need our help too. It’s sad that there is less than three thousand that survived when the comet hit their planet Rigil Kentarus.

  Chandra accepted the help and pulled herself up. “Yes, and they are so good looking. Girl, I wouldn’t mind helping them repopulate.”

  Giggling, the girls strolled arm in arm to the closet door. Hope touched the sensor pad and the door glided open revealing about twenty different shimmery white outfits. “I wish we could wear some color,” Chandra complained.

  Hope snatched an armful of outfits and lined them up neatly on her bunk. “You know that the Kentarains only wear white, and so to fit in, we should, too.”

  “Okay Chandra, how about the long Greek-goddess dress?” Hope held the dress up to her tall, athletic body and then flopped onto the bunk into the middle of all the clothes.

  Chandra groaned. “Who cares? They all look the same, just pick one.”

  Huffing with disappointment, Hope slowly unzipped her white, everyday jumpsuit. She pulled it off of her pale shoulders letting it slide down to her waist, freeing her small, pert breasts.

  Chandra sat up, dangled her legs off the side of the bed and reached her arms up and circled Hope’s waist. “You sure do have nice tits, Hope.”

  Chandra pulled Hope onto her knees. She reached out and cupped both of Hope’s breasts, flicking the small pale-pink nipples with her thumbs. With her hand still cupping Hope’s left breast, Chandra trailed her right hand down Hope’s stomach. She reached into the front of Hope’s jumpsuit seeking her warmth.

  Hope moaned, a sound drawn from deep inside her chest as she reached for Chandra. She cupped her smooth, dark head and pulled her close, seeking out those lusciously full lips. Hope teased Chandra’s lips with her small tongue and then kissed her.

  Chandra parted Hope’s smooth inner labia and inserted one long finger into Hope’s moist sex. Chandra stroked Hope’s clitoris with her thumb while she hammered in and out of her with her finger.

  As Hope rode Chandra’s hand like a jockey, grinding and groaning, she reached under Chandra’s white skirt, cupped her smooth mound and then inserted two thrusting fingers inside.

  With their tongues dueling, and their fingers pounding into each other, they both reached a shuddering, shaking climax simultaneously.

  Chandra and Hope fell back onto the bunk together panting and basking in the aftermath of their frolicking. Their close friendship had grown into intimacy and was something they’d become comfortable with.

  Like a well-satisfied cat Chandra stretched out all her limbs as she leaped off the bed. “Well Hope, that was delicious as usual, but let’s go get us some Kentarian men. It’s been way too long since we’ve had a man, human or alien.”

  The smell of sex lingered in the room as the girls picked up all the scattered clothes from their trysting, and hung them back up in the closet.

  Hope decided to wear the Greek-goddess gown, and Chandra went with a short skin tight cocktail dress that showed off her long perfectly shaped legs.

  After dressing Hope stood in front of the one mirror they shared and piled her long hair on top of her head leaving a few tendrils loose to complete the Goddess look.

  Hope could feel Chandra standing behind her. Looking up into the mirror she met Chandra’s dark gaze with her sea-green eyes.

  “Hope, this is it. The first time we get to mingle with the other humans and the Kentarians since we left. I’m nervous.”

  Hope turned around and placed her hands on Chandra’s shoulders.

  “Don’t be nervous; you look stunning. If anything, think about how much fun it’s going to be meeting all of these new people.”

  Hope pulled Chandra’s head down, and kissed her cheek.

  “Chandra, you’re my best friend, but I can’t wait to meet everyone. It’s like we have been on an island for the last year. The only people we have had any contact with are the Kentarian liaisons.”

  Neither of them heard the door slide open.

  “Ladies, are you ready to be escorted to the party?”

  Startled, they both turned to see Gyr, the six-foot seven Kentarian, standing in the threshold.

  His straight silky black hair floated above his shoulders. His ice-blue eyes were a contrast against his latte-colored skin.

  Hope felt her stomach flip-flop as she looked into the Kentarians smoldering eyes. With his square jaw and straight nose, he was absolutely the most handsome thing she had ever seen.

  All the Kentarians were very tall with beautiful smooth latte skin and light-colored eyes.

  Chandra grabbed Hope’s hand and squeezed.

  “Come on girl, let’s not keep Gyr waiting.”

  Holding hands, the girls followed the tall Kentarian down the narrow hall.

  Hope could never get over the wonder of her new surroundings. She took in all the whirring and thrumming of machinery and the incandescent colors of blinking lights in the floor on each side of the passageway. They reminded Hope of the landing strips at the airports on earth.

  As Hope admired the alien ship, Gyr led them through a maze of different hallways and stairwells. They finally stopped at a large round portal that looked like the mouth of a giant octopus.

  Gyr lifted his long, muscular right arm to a square panel of buttons next to the large door. With quick, light strokes, he keyed in his code and the door silently parted in the middle, opening to reveal the splendor within.

  Walking through the portal, Hope inhaled the familiar scents of roasting meats mixed with the fragrances of tropical plants and flowers from earth.

  Hope raised her head to take in the spectacular giant solarium. The ceiling
was made of a clear material allowing you a full view of outer space. You could see millions of twinkling stars and a huge blue sun being circled by several brightly colored planets. Two of the other bullet-shaped ships in the armada glistened like polished silver in the distance.

  Hope could hear the tinkling of a waterfall somewhere in the masses of foliage in the solarium.

  Chandra gasped and tightened her grip on Hope’s hand.

  “Look over there, Hope. Isn’t that the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?”

  Hope turned to see what had caught Chandra’s attention. The whole wall on the right was an aquarium filled with species of coral and oceanic fish from earth.

  Wanting nothing more than to touch the glass, Hope dropped Chandra’s trembling hand. Hope’s whole body shook with the overwhelming longing for the life she’d had before. Tears welled up in her eyes as she placed both of her hands on the smooth cold glass. A small, colorful Puffer fish hesitantly swam in front of her, hoping for a small treat. Hope watched a Black Tip Reef shark warily circle, while small Clown Fish exuberantly darted in and out of colorful anemones.

  Hope pulled her hands away leaving two perfect handprints on the tank from the steamy heat of the room against the coolness of the glass.

  Tears running small trails down her face, Hope turned to the handsome Kentarian.

  “Gyr, is this whole place filled with life from earth?”

  Gyr smiled, revealing perfect, white teeth.

  “Yes, little one. We tried to save as many different types of life from your planet as possible. Every one of our ships holds a different region from your Earth. The Nimbus carries things from the tropical regions including its ocean life, mammals, and birds.”

  Just at that moment, a Monkey shrieked almost directly above them. Hope could see him leap from one tree top to another.