Erotic Flights of Fantasy II

by Melanie Thompson

  As Gyr led them through the trees and plants, parrots chittered at each other from far above, while the little monkey Hope had spotted followed them, leaping from branch to branch.

  A myriad of noises started to trickle out of the alien-made jungle. Enticing rhythms and beats of music floated in the air with the distant voices of many people enjoying themselves.

  The solarium opened into a large room decorated to resemble a tropical tiki party. A group of Kentarians beat out a steady rhythm on large bongo drums, while another group strummed small guitars and played soulful melodies on long instruments that could only be described as flutes.

  Humans and Kentarians were locked in embraces moving rhythmically together on a large dance floor.

  Hope’s nostrils flared as she deeply inhaled all the wonderful smells of food coming from the huge buffet line set up along a wall that was stunningly painted to look like a tropical beach.

  Chandra grabbed Hope and wrapped her arms around her.

  “Have fun girl. I’m going to go mingle for awhile and meet some men.”

  After she let go of Hope, Chandra disappeared into the large mass of Kentarians and humans, leaving Hope standing next to Gyr, unsuccessfully wondering what she should do first.

  A touch at the small of Hope’s back caused her to jump and whirl around.

  Gyr stood there with a slight grin, sheepishly looking at her.

  “I’m sorry to have startled you, little one. Would you join me for dinner? I would love to have you tell me what the foods are that are emanating all of these wonderful smells.”

  Butterflies erupted in Hope’s stomach, which caused her cheeks to flush with a healthy warm glow. Finally, she was going to be alone with Gyr, and he wanted to be alone with her. Hope smiled like the sun had just been gifted to her.

  ”Um…yes Gyr, I would love to introduce you to Earth food.”

  Gyr hesitantly touched Hope’s small hand, with the tentative invitation to hold his.

  Needing no further prompting, Hope grabbed Gyr’s hand and entwined her fingers through his.

  They strolled together to the food service taking little bits of many different things.

  Gyr led Hope to a small table for two in a dark corner away from the large crowds of people. He held her chair out as she sat down and gently pushed her in.

  Hope felt like she was in one of those old Romantic movies from the early 1940’s and Gyr was her Clark Gable.

  Gyr sat across from her and Hope looked deeply into his ice blue eyes. All thoughts of eating food flew out the door. Hope wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and press her lips against his.

  He asked her a hundred questions about the food and her life on Earth. Hope answered everything letting herself savor the first feelings of happiness she had felt in a year.

  She asked about life on Rigil Kentarus and Gyr answered everything with an obvious passion for his planet. He told of the beautiful plants and animals. How his planet was mainly oceans with many small islands. There biggest land mass was about the size of Alaska and that’s where Gyr’s home city of Iatopa was.

  Gyr reached across the table and placed his hand on Hope’s cheek.

  “Dance with me, Hope. I want the chance to hold you.”

  Hope gently touched Gyr’s hand on her cheek and closed her eyes.

  “Yes, Gyr I would love nothing more.”

  Gyr jumped up from his seat with obvious enthusiasm, and grabbed Hope by the hands, swinging her onto the Dance floor.

  They laughed and twirled around keeping pace with the beats of the drums.

  Hope was enjoying herself so much she didn’t notice the lights had dimmed and the music was pulsating faster and faster.

  Gyr pulled her tightly against his rock hard body and whispered in her ear.

  “Look at the other people, Hope. This is the music of one of our oldest rituals. It is the dance of love and life.”

  Hope noticed Kentarian men and women swaying with their eyes closed as they unbuttoned their robes and let them fall to the floor. Leaving both the men and women only in the small loincloth-style undergarment of their people.

  The lights in the room pulsated with the beats of the drums giving off a strobe light effect.

  They danced in pairs running hands all over each other’s bodies. The Kentarians glowed and sparkled like gold in the low pulsating lights.

  Hope heard a light flutter and turned to see Gyr standing in only his loin cloth, exposing his amazing, golden form.

  Heat spread through Hopes loins as she took in the perfection of Gyr’s body.

  His broad shoulders and chest tapered in to his narrow waist. His smooth, hairless skin showed off his six-pack stomach and long muscular legs.

  Hope gasped as her eyes made contact with the very large bulge under his loin cloth that seemed to be pulsating with every beat of the music.

  Hope flushed and met Gyr’s eyes. They smoldered with a look Hope had seen before…desire.

  Gyr touched Hope’s shoulder and pushed the strap down her arm, and then he did the same to the other one.

  Hope gasped in anticipation letting Gyr pull her dress down exposing her pert breasts.

  Gyr bent his head to her breast and took the small rosy nipple into his mouth. He gently nipped the bud with his teeth sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her sex.

  Hope entwined her fingers through Gyr’s black hair and through her head back emitting small guttural moans.

  “Hope, let me take you back to my cabin. I want to pleasure you.”

  Lost in the passion she felt, Hope could do nothing but moan out the word, “Please.”

  That was all the encouragement Gyr needed to hear. He scooped Hope up into his arms and made his way through the throngs of naked people and Kentarians in various acts of sex. It seemed the whole party had turned into a giant orgy.

  Hope peeked over Gyr’s arm and saw a beautiful red-haired Kentarian woman bent over a chair, with a short dark haired human man holding her ass and pounding into her from behind.

  She turned her head in embarrassment just to see a male Kentarian spread eagle on the floor with a human woman riding his face, while another girl worked on his huge cock with her mouth.

  Hope gasped when she realized the woman grinding her sex into the Kentarians face was her best friend, Chandra.

  The odor of sex and sweat permeated the room, covering any smells left over from dinner.

  Gyr finally made it to an oval door, which was cleverly camouflaged in the tropical wall mural. He gently placed Hope on her feet and pulled her against him while he placed his hand over a hidden sensor pad.

  The door glided open and the couple entered holding hands. Hope’s feet were cushioned by the plush sky blue carpet in the hall.

  Gyr led her down the hall. They passed several doors, finally stopping midway.

  The door automatically opened when Gyr stood in front of it.

  Hope’s eyes widened in amazement at she stepped through the threshold. The floor of the spacious apartment was covered in the same rich blue carpet as the hall. The walls were made from a smooth metal and shimmered like polished silver when the light from the planets outside touched it, but words could hardly describe the beauty of the floor to ceiling round picture window.

  Gyr stood behind Hope as she took in the beautiful view from his window. He put his hands on her shoulders and inhaled the clean scent of her hair mixed with the light female musk of her body.

  “Let me undress you little one. I want to see all of you.”

  Hope’s whole body trembled as Gyr gently pulled her dress over her head and tossed it in the corner.

  She stared into his penetrating ice blue eyes as he ran his large hands over her smooth ivory skin, causing small goose bumps to appear. He reached her breasts gently rolling the pink nipples masterfully between his fingers.

  Hope could feel the warmth spread from her aching globes to her woman’s center.

  Not being ab
le to control her passion any longer, Hope grabbed Gyr’s loin cloth and ripped it off, exposing his throbbing erection.

  His huge cock glittered like gold in the dim light from the millions of stars shining through the window. Hope fell to her knees and grasped his organ with her hands taking him into her mouth.

  She stroked him with her lips while using her tongue to circle the tip of his cock.

  Gyr tossed his head back and let out a roar. He entwined his fingers in Hope’s platinum hair and released it letting it fall down her back

  Hope wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him, while she ran her tongue up his inner thigh working her way slowly up his abdomen.

  While licking his navel Hope whispered, “I want you inside of me”

  Gyr moaned as he lifted Hope up and pressed her against his body.

  He whisked her into his arms and carried her to the large bed in front of the beautiful window.

  He gently placed her on the soft black comforter and spread her legs.

  Hope trembled in anticipation as Gyr ran his hands up her inner thighs and tore off her shimmery white thong, exposing her smooth mound.

  She arched her back as Gyr parted her smooth lips and inserted two fingers into her hot core.

  Gyr lowered his head and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her hot flesh.

  Just when she thought she was going to explode, Gyr slid up her body and positioned himself between her smooth ivory thighs.

  He bent his head and touched his lips to Hope’s, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he drove his huge cock into her hot pussy.

  Hope moaned into his mouth as she felt him stretch and fill her aching sex. Hope savored the intense feelings as Gyr slowly pulled his dick out of her.

  She felt him reach for something on the right hand side of the bed.

  Just then he slammed his cock into her as she felt the atmosphere in the room change.

  “Hope, wrap your legs around me.”

  Sensations she had never felt before filled her. They began to float in the air as Gyr continued to thrust into her hot passage.

  The mixture of feeling weightless and his ramming cock caused Hope to scream as she hit a climax like none she had before. Wave after wave rocked her body.

  While Gyr thrust into her flesh, they did a somersault still locked together and Hope was now riding Gyr’s large dick.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and moved her body up and down on his cock.

  Hope opened her eyes to see them floating in front of the picture window locked together at the hips.

  Gyr’s lips were slightly parted letting out small moans of pleasure as Hope stroked him with her hot tight passage.

  Hope felt Gyr arching his back as his hot seed shot into her causing her to reach a second shattering orgasm.

  They held each other close, savoring the aftershocks from their intense lovemaking. They floated together gazing at the beautiful array of planets and stars they could view from Gyr’s window.

  Hope looked into Gyr’s well-satisfied blue eyes.

  “Gyr. Anti-gravity sex is amazing. I want to do it again.”

  Chuckling Gyr whispered.

  “I need some time to recover, Hope, but I want to show you something.”

  He reached for her hand and pulled it to his mouth. He kissed her wrist and while still holding hands pointed at a large ocean-blue planet in the distance.

  “Welcome to your new home, Hope. Rigil Kentarus.”

  The ‘Time for Love’ Machine

  Lord Basil Sinclair strapped on the leather gauntlet and held it in front of his face where he carefully examined the attached instrument panel and dials. “It’s finished, Mortimer. I’m ready to make a test run.”

  Mortimer Sturgess leaned over his shoulder and tapped the gauntlet. “Is this how you control it?”

  Basil opened the door of the time chamber. It was made of brass, seven-feet high, and round like an onion with one window bolted into the metal framework. Wires shot out of the top and were channeled into another huge machine set against the wall. Dials and gauges indicated the machine was on and running. Under their feet, the steady thump of the steam generator sent power into the huge machine.

  “The dials on the gauntlet will allow me to return to this time period. I can set them from wherever I am to return here or jump to some other time and place.”

  “That is amazing, sir. Are you sure you don’t want to send an animal through. We could use Boozer or Aunt Kitty.”

  Basil glanced at the fat bulldog sleeping beside the fire and his wife’s calico cat eyeing them from her position by the window. “I’d rather not. Martha would kill me. I did send a mouse through earlier this morning. Since it didn’t have the gauntlet, I was unable to retrieve it. I have no idea whether it survived the journey or not. No, Mortimer, if we are to make a true test, it will have to be me.”

  “Take me with you, master. I couldn’t abide life here in London without you.”

  Mortimer’s soulful dark eyes pleaded with Basil. He touched his assistant’s lean cheeks gently. “I couldn’t allow you to take the risk. No, I will go into the unknown quite alone.”

  Basil stepped into the chamber. “I will activate the machine once the door is secure.”

  Mortimer shouldered his way inside. “I can’t let you go without me. I love you, sir. Be damned with the risk. I crave adventure as much as you.”

  Basil laughed and they embraced. Mortimer clung to him for a second and then Basil slammed the door shut and sealed it with a clang.

  “Strap yourself in,” he yelled over the escalating noise of the machine as it built the necessary power to send them hurtling through time and space.

  Two leather, high-backed seats were placed opposite each other in the limited space inside the machine. As they strapped in, Basil touched the buttons on the gauntlet in a sequence and set the dials. The machine began to vibrate. Mortimer’s eyes were opened wide with extreme fright. Basil laughed wildly as the machine screamed. He’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

  Suddenly, their world went black and the noise stopped. Frigid, inky darkness surrounded them. Basil’s stomach heaved as his head spun and his ears rang. It seemed like they were suspended in the black void forever, but after a bump, a clang and a clap of thunder the ringing in his ears stopped and they fell, dropping onto a cloud of pillows.

  Basil groaned and opened his eyes. Where was Mortimer? He saw his assistant sitting in the lap of a naked woman, her hair dressed in the style of the Roman reign of Caligula. This wasn’t where he’d set their destination. They were supposed to be in London during the time of King Henry VIII.

  When he surveyed his surroundings, he realized they’d landed in the middle of a wild Bacchanal. The huge room opened to a garden with a pool at its center. Naked men and women cavorted in all manner of sexual positions. The room they were in was covered with cushions and throw pillows of brightly colored silk. Tapestries depicting the sexual antics of gods and goddesses hung from all the walls.

  “Mortimer,” he called.

  Mortimer stood up, bowed politely to the naked woman whose comfortable lap he’d graced and climbed over several copulating couples. “My word, Sir Basil. Where are we?”

  The sight of so much sexual activity combined with the scent of arousal, the moans and groans of the couples and threesomes had an exhilarating effect on Basil. His eyes glowed with desire. He stared at Mortimer as though seeing him for the first time.

  Mortimer saw the gleam and the bulge in his pantaloons. “Sir!”

  They embraced. Basil crushed Mortimer’s soft pouting lips beneath his own. He ripped his assistant’s shirt off and caressed his naked chest. Mortimer groaned as he grabbed Basil’s turgid organ. “I’ve longed for this moment since first we met.”

  They stripped off their clothes in an indecent haste. Naked, they fell on each other. Basil pressed hot kisses on Mortimer’s soft mout
h, down his neck to his chest. Mortimer had a hard flat chest with soft, puffy nipples. Fascinated, Basil sucked each one while his hand searched for Mortimer’s penis. He found the organ fully erect and throbbing against his stomach.

  Mortimer lay on his back in a fog of lust and desire. His eyes were half open and he emitted a constant string of moans and groans as Basil laved the tip of his cock with soft sucking kisses. His own rod ached with a need he’d never felt before.

  The fleshy woman Mortimer first landed on crawled across the cushions toward them with her pendulous breasts swaying beneath her. Her hair had come undone and flowed across her back, over her shoulders and down her breasts. When she reached Mortimer who was moaning and groaning with ecstasy, she fell on him, kissing him and rubbing his chest.

  Basil stopped sucking for a second, shrugged his shoulders and continued. The woman lifted her head, lips swollen and her eyelids heavy with lust. She said something in Latin Basil thought was, “I want him.”

  She grabbed Mortimer in a strong grip and pulled him on top of her. Basil saw Mortimer’s smooth ass and grabbed a cheek in each hand. “Pull them open for me, Mortimer.”

  Grunting, Mortimer reached behind and opened the globes. Beneath his heaving assistant, the fleshy woman grabbed Mortimer’s penis and shoved it into her wet opening. Mortimer was now the meat in their sandwich. He latched onto one of the woman’s huge breasts and sucked while Basil penetrated his anus with one violent thrust.

  Mortimer arched his back and groaned. The woman jiggled and squirmed beneath him while Basil drove his aching cock in and out of Mortimer’s ass. It was the most incredible sex Basil had ever had. He felt like a gigantic cock. He knew the biggest load he’d ever ejaculated was building inside his balls.

  Mortimer was moaning rhythmically. The woman was panting. Basil was grunting. Couples moved in close around them to watch. Basil did not care. He grabbed Mortimer’s ass cheeks and squeezed as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. As Mortimer jerked and bucked under him, the woman started screaming. Basil let the load go. It shot into Mortimer’s ass as his cock throbbed and spasms of pure pleasure rocked through his body.

  He fell off Mortimer gasping for air just as his gauntlet began making a weird clicking noise. He looked at it. The biggest dial was spinning faster and faster. A red light glowed next to the return button. He grabbed Mortimer’s shoulder. “Get your clothes. We’re about to go home.”