Hyper-Space Orgasms
An Egard and Lolly tale
I laid back, enjoying the moment. I knew it would be over too soon, or at least it would feel like that to us, and I wanted to soak up every minute of the experience. It’s not every day you get to cross a galaxy in a sweat soaked stupor of erotic sensations and we were going to make the best of it.
Thank God for the woman who invented this hyper-travel process. It was so much better than when our great-grandparents first made their way to the outer planets, still close to the original earth’s sun. Now, Egard and I could take a quick vacation to Halmes, a blue sun-soaked beach destination, with groks and capies in abundance, who would service us 24-hours a day. It was only two solar systems away and we would be back in time for the Third Sun party my amorcito Manu was planning. There was a price, a decision to make, and a toll on our bodies, but the way we saw it, life was to be lived and the choice was easy- erotica all the way!
To begin this incredible process, you chose any sensation you had already experienced. You could choose to experience the trial alone, with a partner or even a group. We had talked to our polycule about making the trip together, but schedules, life, etc. prevented the rest of the gang from making the trip. Secretly, I was glad. It had been too long since Egard with his flowing green hair and purple eyes that saw into my soul, and I had spent any real time together. I needed him.
We knew people who had chosen pain for the trip, heard stories of people who cried their way across the galaxy, raving that the catharsis of years of tears did wonders for their psyche. We were not convinced. What we were convinced of was the fact that I wanted, no needed, to ride his huge Rigus until I passed out from pleasure and woke up to him licking my Arek, legs twitching, arms spasming, and wet orgasm after wet orgasm rolling through me, until we started all over again. YES! THIS would be a vacation! (Well this would be the trip to our vacation. I can’t even describe the anticipation of being serviced by the groks and copies on our own private terraced island of pleasure… but that will be a whole other story!)
So now, here we were, ensconced in our private fully digital Imagination Bay. We had created the most comfortable travel space we could imagine. Soft pillows tossed everywhere covered in silky fabrics and candle lite playing off the muted but beautiful colors surrounding us. Pure luxury. Pure sensual sensations. We ensured that the Cava would be constantly flowing, there would be water by our bed at all times, and that the program knew we preferred tapas and frequent light meals to three main meals a day and set the automation button to go.
All we had to do now was wait: feel, love, kiss, fuck, and suck… with abandon! Because we had chosen the erotic package, we were ensured that every pleasurable experience we had ever felt before, we would feel again, but in triple, maybe even quadruple strength. (And believe me this gave us a lot to work with, as erotic pleasure is one of our favorite past times and we have invested a lot of time and money into this pursuit over the years!) Every time I touched his hand, I would feel the brush of his skin on mine as pure erotic joy. Every time I kissed his lips, I was almost guaranteed to slide off the edge of reason and into an organismic unconsciousness. Delicious!
As I laid back, I felt the silky touch of his Rigus as it glided across my body. It seemed to have a life of its own as he slowly moved its wet tip over all three of my beautiful full square breasts. When he lightly circled my Arek, I wriggled in gleeful anticipation. I reached out and grasped his Rigal, it being easier to access at this angle, and besides his Rigus had moved on to pleasing my knee. He gasped in pleasure. No one knows how to stroke his Rigal like me. We often tease that even if he didn’t love me to the 12th moon and back, he would keep me around for my Rigal skills. (I never understood why more Alphies don’t learn to please their Domals like this. It binds them to you so completely that the pleasure and love zones merge, and your responses become almost too intense for this universe. Probably why we sought an alternate galaxy for this much needed holiday!)
Just as his Rigus touched the sensitive pin point of my Arek, my wetness unable to be contained, the air around us changed. Suddenly, it was warm and humid. The engines of the ship spun up to high velocity, the humming in the air, and the Cava bubbles in my head blurred all conscious thought. With all these new sensations swirling around us, Egard entered me. He plunged deep and hard. Just as the turbo thrusters took us into hyper-space, the force of the changing gravity pushed him deeper and deeper into me. I cried out, long and loud, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He moved faster and faster, kissing my face, and shouting his love for me over and over. Then, at exactly the moment of the hyperspace change, we came together, crashing the space, physical barrier with pure sensation.
This would be the most amazing three-year orgasm ever. Just Egard of the beautiful green hair and Lolly the wet, merged together in unearthly bliss, until we land on Halmes. Pure pleasure. Pure Joy. Pure love. Pure Satisfaction.
