Dreams and Desires (11 page)

Suddenly, she wanted him to feel the pleasure of having the hard, steady stream of hot water caressing his body. She wanted to watch him experience the comfort and relaxation it brought to his muscles and his mind. She stepped from under the water and, taking his arm in her hand, guided him in. He was hesitant, at first, and balked slightly as she urged him under the flowing stream. But when it began to strike his chest and slide down his body, his eyes lit up with surprise and pleasure. He relaxed and let her pull him fully under the shower head.

Raijamoon's body welcomed the heat from the water and he nearly swooned with delight. He let the hot flow cover his head, wetting his long, black hair and compressing it to his skull. He felt some kind of energy from the hot stream and he again wondered at how many diverse, pleasurable experiences his body was capable of.

Kelly saw the man become enthralled by the sensations of the hot water covering him. It was clearly a new experience, a fact that added to her clinical study of him. She guessed he did not know how to wash himself and she decided to take the opportunity to explore and discover the attractive, fit body that had all day explored hers.

Taking a large, round, natural sponge from the wall and wetting it, she squeezed some liquid soap into its middle and worked it until it had developed a nice frothiness. She stepped up to the man and, checking with her eyes for his permission, applied the sponge to his well developed, hairless chest. She began to rub his skin softly, working the sponge in large, round circles over his pectorals. She ran the sponge along his strong neck, over his broad shoulders and down and under his arms. She was holding the sponge with one hand and, with the other, she was feeling his skin, exploring his muscles, the thick bones of his frame.

The experience of being so close to the man and freely exploring his flesh was delightfully sensual to her. When she had finished his chest and stomach, she used her hands to turn him around so she could have access to his back. She refreshened the sponge with soap and began to wash the broad, muscular expanse. She loved the feel of his coffee colored flesh. It was everything she had ever thought about. Although he had mastered her, brought her under his sway, she felt, nonetheless, that he somehow belonged to her. She had conjured him from the ether, hadn't she? She had dictated his looks, his mannerisms, even the color of his skin. Although she had made into flesh a construct of her dreams that was stronger than herself, he was a part of her and her a part of him. It was like an idea that sprung from your mind so original, so creative it took a life of its own. It was still yours, wasn't it?

Having finished washing the man's back, Kelly lowered herself into a crouch so she could wash his rear and the back of his legs. A wave of pleasure flowed through her as she placed her hands on the strong muscles of his buttocks. Her breath began to become heavy as the feel of his taut skin in her free hands delighted her. She rubbed the soft sponge over his rear, even separating the cheeks so she could clean the space between them. Then she lowered her hands to wash his thick, well defined thighs. These were the thighs that had pounded against hers as the man plowed her cunt, she thought. They were strong and powerful, just as she had imagined them.

Her sex had begun to burn with need, clouding her mind. But she shook herself from her reverie and urged the man to turn around once more. She was startled to see his loose cock and heavy balls so close to her face. For the moment, she ignored them, washing down the front of the man's thighs and his shins. She lifted each foot and washed between the toes and under them.

Now there was one place left to wash. Kelly hesitated before addressing herself to the man's loins. Mist rose around her and the steady drumming of the streaming water highlighted the tension and strangeness she felt. Her body was drenched with the flow cascading off of the man's body. She was crouched down in a squat and she felt herself swaying, losing her balance. She lowered her knees to the hard tile and spread them, giving herself a good base. She felt like she was about to pay obeisance to a god. The man's instrument had pleasured her so thoroughly, so many times throughout the day it seemed magical, almost sacred. The fact that she had not been permitted to touch it other than with her mouth and tongue and her lower place, gave it a mysterious quality, like some forbidden totem. She was no school child and had fondled and explored men's loins before. She had never been embarrassed or coy about it. She had enjoyed the heft of their soft sacs, the fleshiness and, ultimately, after she had fondled them to hardness, the strength and firmness of their cocks. Somehow this felt different. The man had used his manhood almost as a magical wand to entrance her, to drive her to delirious pleasure. When it had been in her mouth, she had been overwhelmed with its radiant heat. She looked up at the man's face. He was staring down at her with anticipation. She felt like she was seeking his blessing to adore him in this way. His eyes were soft, comforting. He ran his hand over her head and she felt goodness and peace flow from it.

Gathering her courage, Kelly spilled a dollop of liquid soap into her hands. She fixed her gaze at the source of her anxiety and raised her hands towards it. She softly positioned them under his leathery, soft sac and placed her palms on it. The skin seemed to welcome her as she made contact. She was dizzy with passion as she gently worked the lather around the man's soft balls, caressing them softly, enjoying their vulnerability, their strange feel. The man had spread his legs and she heard him moan with pleasure as she massaged the tender stones. She brought her hands up and circled them around the man's long, thick shaft. It began to harden as she worked the soap along it, caressing it between her palms.

As the tool filled with the man's hot blood, Kelly felt her lust rising. The man's energy seeped from his sex and through her hands. Placing her left hand on his strong right thigh for balance, she began to stroke his soft appendage slowly. She gazed with longing at her own hand as it rode the thick, now stiffening pole. She was exhilarated by the sensation of his flesh in her palm. Her slow, steady pumping of it, lubricated by the sweetly smelling soap, enchanted her. It seemed to her that giving loving and deliberate pleasure to him with her hands was the most personal thing she could do for him.

Raijamoon had reveled in the woman's attentions to his body. The combination of the heat of the pleasing water, the delicate roughness of the sponge and the feel of her hand exploring his flesh had immersed him in delightful sensations. He had felt her mind hesitate before devoting her attentions to his sex. He had stroked her soft hair, passing a message of encouragement to her. When her hands had cupped his testes, he had felt a surge of pleasure go through him. When she circled his tube of flesh with her small, soft hand, he had felt his sexual hunger rise. Each loving stroke brought a charge of pleasure to his brain. He could not have anticipated the varied ways his human form could find pleasure. He had never experienced this intensity of sensation from any other alien form he had inhabited. What a world he had discovered! And this was just the first day. There were many to come and he delighted in the thought of the plethora of pleasurable experiences ahead of him.

When she heard the man sigh and sensed his body sagging, Kelly knew his discharge was imminent. She felt a deep craving for the man's seed and she placed her lips around the bulbous tip of his cock so it would not be wasted. His manhood began to throb and spasm in her hand. She reached her free hand under his scrotal sac and began to massage the soft stones that produced his delicious essence. As the salty, viscous fluid spurted over her tongue, she heard the man groan. He placed his hands on her head for balance as the sensations of his orgasm appeared to overwhelm him. Her mind exploded with joy at the taste of his discharge and the feel of the powerful pulses of his manhood transmitted to her hand.

It took Raijamoon a while to recover from his spent passion. The woman continued to gently suckle his softening rod. When he had regained his composure and the echoes of his pleasure had died away, he bent down and lifted the woman from her knees. She looked at him contentedly as she licked her lips and smiled. It was his turn to explore her flesh and he bent down and retrieved the soft sponge from the floor of the shower chamber. He soaped the sponge and began to rub it softly over her body.

The dream man tenderly soaped her soft, malleable breasts, her belly and the gash at the apex of her graceful legs. He ran his hands down her supple but firm lower limbs and cleaned the inside of her thighs. He took his time, savoring his contact with her flesh. When he leaned over to wash her feet, he felt her soft hands on his back, steadying herself. He could sense her delirious absorption of his attentions to her body. He rose and turned her so he could wash her back and the back of her thighs. Her back was soft and smooth. He rubbed the gently scouring sponge over her shoulders and down and under her arms. How different their bodies were, he thought. His was muscular and hard, emanating strength. Hers was soft and pliant, inviting. He ran his empty hand over her firm but welcoming buttocks as he sponged them with the other. He cleaned the gap between her rear cheeks.

As he passed his hand over the small circle of her rear aperture, he sensed a slight jolt of pleasure flow through the woman. It was commingled with shame and embarrassment. Her response intrigued him and he passed his finger over it once again, lingering this time over the dainty hole. The female shied her body away from him, but he detected a flush of excitement in her mind. He decided to explore the matter further.

He dropped the sponge and circled his arm around the woman's waist. Holding her still, he pressed his finger forward until the tip had just entered her there. He sent a signal of pleasure through his hand and heard the female draw in a long, deep breath. She began to struggle at his grasp and put her hand behind her and on his wrist to try and deny him access to this secret place.

Kelly had never experienced anal sex. As a doctor, she frowned on the practice as unsanitary. As a woman, she had always felt that a man's use of a woman's ass was degrading. But some part of her had always wondered what it would feel like. She had heard tell some women enjoyed the use of their smaller portal, but discounted that as improbable or the result of some disturbed fetish. Although, once or twice, she had felt a compelling desire to try it, she had never had the nerve to suggest it to any of her boyfriends. One of her lovers had placed his finger there during oral sex and she had felt a twinge of pleasure as he teased the opening. It had not gone beyond that.

When the man's fingers brushed across the small ring as he washed her, Kelly felt the energy from his hand flow into her. It had been brief, just an instant of delight. When the finger returned, she had felt the pleasure again, but her mind revolted at the touch. When the point of his digit pressed past the tiny opening, she began to panic. She didn't want him to use her that way. She tried to squirm out of his grasp and push his hand away. It was the first time in many hours she had even thought of denying him his pleasures. When she felt his grip around her waist tighten and the finger circle the soft anal tissue, she realized if he wanted to pierce her there, she was powerless to prevent it.

Raijamoon felt the woman's incipient revulsion at his exploration of her rear opening, but he also felt the lines of pleasure that had flowed from there to her brain. He took his hand and stroked it several times down her watery back, soothing her, sending her a calming message. When her mind accepted his mesmerizing energy, he returned his fingers to her small orifice and continued his exploration.

Kelly's anxiety about the man's penetration of her bowels melted away. He was doing this to her, affecting her brain, she knew that. She had felt the soothing signals passing through the nerves of her back and flowing within her. When the hand returned to her secret, private place, and the man's thick finger entered her once more, slipping past the tight ring of flesh, she experienced a strange, exotic pleasure unhindered this time by her apprehensions.

Slowly, gently, the man's finger explored the opening, sending messages of pleasure through the young woman's body. When his second finger entered, she gave a gasp and leaned against the wall, placing her hands on it above her head to steady herself. When the third finger was introduced, stretching the membranes of the little ring, she moaned.

The dream man drew his long, thick fingers back and forth across the sensitive tissue. This use of the woman had not occurred to him. He saw now that the possibility was something she had repressed, buried deep in her subconscious. His cock had stirred at the thought of entering her there and it was now stiff and hard. Raijamoon realized this method of intercourse would help him cement his mastery over the woman. He would be overcoming her shame and humiliation at this form of use and introducing her to a pleasure she had never experienced. He could very easily remove all of her inhibitions towards it, but he felt it would be better she experience it as a continuing source of both shame and pleasure, a reminder of her subservience to him and his dominance over her. It was important that no part of her be secret from him, that her whole being be bound over, compelled to join with him, to obey him, to want him, to please him. He would develop her desire for this form of copulation until she willingly proffered it to him despite her humiliation and shame at her need.

He sensed his penetration of the small entrance would tear at her tissues until she became acclimated to this form of use. He sought a form of lubrication to ease his way and he spotted a jar of moisturizing cream on the shelf near the shampoo and conditioner. He released the woman and opened the jar, gathering a dollop on his fingers.

When the man's arm released her waist and his hand left her rear, Kelly hoped he had abandoned his exploration of her. But when she heard him open the jar of cream, she knew he had not and that he would shortly seek entrance to her bowels with his thick, hard member. Her stomach fluttered and her heart grew heavy as she dreaded his invasion of her. She knew what she would feel when his cock parted the small circle of flesh. She knew its power to drive her lusts. He would make her pant and shudder with passion. Everything in her wanted to push the man aside and rush out of the shower. Maybe she could make the door to the outside before he recovered. Maybe she could grab something and smash him with it. But her mind ached at the thought of separation from him. Her body needed his touch and his nearness. And she had not the courage to put her frantic impulse to flee into action. One touch of his hand to her flesh and he could send her into convulsions of discomfort and sorrow. She had experienced it twice and it was the most awful thing she had ever felt. It was worse than pain, a combination of intense loneliness, despair and physical illness. She dreaded ever experiencing it again.