Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

Ali wanted more than just Ronald's fingers, however. The powerful new being rolled over, pinning Ronald to the bed. Straddling the handsome slave, she gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhh," she sighed as she felt it slide home in her wet sheath. Tears of joy once again ran down her cheeks as she sat there, feeling that special fullness that all women feel when they have a hard, living, cock throbbing inside of them. Ronald, who had been briefed on Ali's situation, waited patiently for the emotional squall to pass, gently flexing his cock to keep bringing pleasure to this new goddess that he was born to serve. The moment passed; Ali's tears stopped; and a new look of pure, unadulterated lust came over her face; a face that was now so fierce that it would have brought a pang of fear into the heart of the toughest mugger in the park.

Ronald knew what to expect, however, and braced himself for a rough ride. Ali leaned forward, kissing Ronald on the mouth, but now the kiss was that of a warrior claiming what warriors the world over have claimed after victorious battles. It was a hard kiss, a kiss of deep passion and overriding lust. At the same time, her hips began to move in the ancient rhythm of procreation. Up and down she moved her hips, sheathing and unsheathing the fleshy sword that pierced her innards so pleasurably; feeling its surface drag across her clit on each stroke.

A low moan escaped her lips, and continued, its pitch rising with her passion, until only dogs (and not all of those) could have heard her. Her wails would have made bats plug their ears, and it went on and on, as years of pent up frustration, fear, and humiliation were swept right out of her life under the wave of her first orgasm as a woman.

Her powerful pussy muscles clamped down hard on the tumescent invader between her legs, gripping it, massaging it, caressing it as her orgasm continued. Her hips squirmed around, seeking to touch every micron of flesh within her against the steely hunk of gristle stabbing her guts. Her hips went into overdrive, pummeling Ronald's pubis on each down stroke, causing him to grunt with satisfaction every time he bottomed out in Ali's pleasure gorge. He was performing his highest function -- bringing pleasure to a Poly -- and he was happy to do so. He knew she was inexperienced in the lists of love, and would be glad to teach her the finer points of her new body later. Right now, though, he knew that she needed to do things this way -- to get it out of her system. He took her breasts in his hands and began to expertly manipulate the flesh hanging from Ali's chest. These were not artificial breasts, filled with silicone, but the real deal, and they actually *hung* from Ali's chest, rather than protruding. As he tweaked each of her ultra sensitive nipples, Ali found her voice again.

"Oh, fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God! Ronald! What are you doing to me? Oh shit! That's SO good. Oh yeah! Don't stop. Don't you dare stop, you hear me!"

Ronald was smiling, as all performers do who love an appreciative audience. It was almost too easy to make Ali cum. The hard part would be getting her to stop cumming. Or to get her to stop cumming before she wore his poor cock to a frazzle. For the sake of not turning this into "War and Peace," or "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix," or "The Bear and the Dragon," we'll just say that this sort of thing went on for a while. As a well trained pleasure slave, Ronald was able to control his own climax, although how he did it will remain a mystery. There is no baseball on the Poly's home world (a shame, really, they have such an otherwise marvelous civilization) so we can be safe in our assumption that he was not reciting batting averages. Whatever the method, Ronald had survived a considerable period of penis pummeling at the hands, or rather at the pussy, of Ali the brand new Poly.

"Ronald, I want to suck your cock and I want you to cum in my mouth," Ali gasped. Keep in mind that this story is being written by a man, and in porn written by men, all women want men to cum in their mouths or on their faces, or all over their tits -- we're all influenced by the porn we saw as teenagers I'm afraid -- just blowing a load INSIDE a woman isn't good enough any more, alas.

Ronald, not being burdened by having to read the author's asides, quickly positioned himself to offer his cock to Ali's newly feminized mouth. Ali, the kid in the candy store in this scene, gobbled it up like a Willy Wonka chocolate bar and devoured it. Not literally, of course, as this isn't a story about cannibals.

Ali inhaled Ronald's not inconsiderable length, pressing her face forward until it was buried in his stiff, dark, pubic hair; her lower lip feeling the top of his secret sack. Fireworks were still going off in her brain. She had both hands on Ronald's ass, and she was urging him forward and back, fucking her mouth and throat with his meat pole, relishing her newly found womanliness as she sucked him ravenously.

Releasing his ass with one hand, she began to fist his cock. She pulled it out of her mouth, a shining, trembling, tower of flesh, and looked up at Ronald. "Ronald, I want you to cum for me. I want you to blow a huge load down my throat. I want to taste your cum. I want it to fill my mouth and run down my chin and drip onto my tits."

"As you wish, Mistress," Ronald replied.

Once more, Ali recaptured Ronald's cock in her oral cavity and began to Hoover it toward a creamy finish. Having been ordered to cum, Ronald performed whatever mental gymnastics his race had mastered, and released his own pleasure.

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" he groaned, as a torrent of hot, thick, salty goo erupted from his cock into Ali's sucking mouth. She squealed with delight at the first taste of his alien essence, and moaned with pleasure as the flow continued, challenging her ability to swallow its volume. Some began to leak from around his cock, through her lips, down her chin, to drip warmly on her tits. Another wish fulfilled. She continued to gulp down his scalding scum, which was being produced in quantities that shocked her. But, she stayed with it, continuing to stroke his cock with her hands while her lips and tongue continued to stimulate Ronald's spitting stalk.

Finally, when she was wondering where she was going to put any more dick juice, the flood slowed to a stream and then to a trickle, finally stopping all together. With a final suck, Ali released Ronald's cock and sat back on her haunches, a thoroughly satisfied look on her face.

"My god, Ronald, that was fantastic," she sighed. Then, she curled up on the bed and went to sleep.

"Just like a Poly," Ronald said, in a respectfully ironic way, "get what they want from you and then off to sleep." He stretched out next to Ali, put an arm over her recumbent form, snuggling up to her womanly body, and went to sleep. He was, after all, a man who had just blown a huge load. They'd both wake up later, when he would really start to show her what she could do with her new body. The thought gave him a hardon as he dreamt the dreams of the pleasure slave.

Ali woke up with Ronald's cock rubbing between her legs from behind, its slippery head rubbing between her labial folds, riding on a layer of her own lubricant; and his -- the males of Ronald's race exuded a lubricant from their penises that was much more copious than human males, somewhat on the order of Astroglide, which made it very convenient for them to engage in anal sex as we shall soon see.

"Mmmmm...what a wonderful way to wake up," Ali whispered, almost to herself. She adjusted her hips and lifted her right leg (she was laying on her left side), reached down between her legs, and guided Ronald's hard cock between her moist folds and into the chamber of her love cradle.

Ronald gasped as he felt his cock enveloped by Ali's warm wetness, and he began to slowly rock his hips forward and back sliding his cock in and out of Ali's pussy. He nuzzled the back of her neck, licking and nibbling the flesh at the nape. Ali shivered at the sensual contact and gasped as she felt Ronald's hand reach around and cradle her right breast, his thumb tweaking the nipple to hardness. The triple sensations of his cock, his lips, and his hand on three of her most erogenous zones soon had Ali writhing in ecstasy.

Ronald rolled Ali over on her stomach and began to pump his cock more vigorously in and out of her greedy pussy hole. She pumped her hips back up at him adding energy to their fucking. Ronald then got to his knees, pulling Ali up with him and began to do her doggy style, his heavy nut sack slapping up against Ali's cock/clit on each stroke. In this position, he could lean forward and resume his oral assault on the nape of Ali's neck, as well as occupy his hands with the ripe melons hanging from her chest.

Once again, Ali was in sensory overload. Her newfound female sexuality was just that -- newfound, and she had yet to adjust to the feelings her new body generated under stimulation. She was trying to keep up with all of the messages her various nerve endings were sending to her brain; the feel of Ronald's cock as it sluiced in and out of her cunt, the sound that it made as it moved, the feel of his lips, tongue, and (occasionally) teeth on the nape of her neck, and the feel of his experienced hands milking her tits. His skin against her buttocks was another sensation to be cataloged. The smell created by their union -- his seminal fluids and her own body's juices combining to release pheromones that increased their lust for one another.

Ali felt her orgasm building deep in her gut. She began to grunt, rhythmically, in time with Ronald's thrusts, which were becoming more forceful as he sensed her climax overtaking her. His hips struck her buttocks with a loud, wet, slap on each in stroke and Ronald had abandoned Ali's tits to gain greater purchase for his fucking by grabbing her hips and pulling her forcefully back against his rampant cock.

"Oh...my...god...keep...fucking...me...keep...fucking...me...fucking...me ...fuck...me...fuck...me...fuck...me...FUCK...ME...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK..." Ali chanted, her voice rising along with her passion, until at last, with a great cry and shout of desire and lust all mixed with joy and happiness, Ali's whole body froze for an instant, her breathing stopped and, seemingly, her heart stopped, as all of the sensations she was feeling and the things she was hearing and smelling all combined into one huge explosion of sensation; her climax smacked her like an ice cold wave off of Lake Superior. She was frozen like a swimmer who hits the lake too early in the spring. Her pussy muscles clamped down almost painfully on Ronald's cock. But, Ronald was an experienced pleasure slave and knew that this was to be expected when powerful beings like the Poly's got their rocks off. "Just wait until Ali cums as a male," he thought to himself.

Ali's temporary rictus ceased and the world reformed itself around her. Her orgasmic spasms kicked into overdrive alternately sucking and expelling Ronald's cock from her slippery tunnel. Her voice rose in an orgasmic wail punctuated by grunts as she felt the stiff pole spear her guts again and again and again.

"Don't stop! Dammit! Don't you EVER stop!" she yelled, feeling the multiple explosions of sensation translated instantaneously from her pussy to her brain. It was like having a fireworks factory explode inside her head -- lights were flashing in front of her eyes as wave after wave of raw sensation crashed into her, finally leaving her limp and spent. She fell forward onto her belly, and moaned in protest as Ronald's cock slipped out of her greedily clasping pussy.

"Nooooooooooo," she moaned. "Put it back. Put your cock back inside me," she pleaded. Later in her new life when she began to assume the powers of a Polymorph, she would never have pleaded with a pleasure slave. Nor would she have allowed his cock to escape her if she did not want it to. But, at this point, she was still just getting used to experiencing sex in the body of a woman and the sensations were all just a bit too much for her to manage.

Ronald smiled to himself as he followed her to the bed, sliding his cock back inside Ali's honey pot and establishing a slow, sensuous, fucking motion.

"Ahhhhhhh...yessssssss," Ali sighed with satisfaction, ripples of her most recent sex-quake still running up and down her body. She felt the fabric of the bed stimulate her already sensitive nipples. She felt her belly clench and release as it remembered the spasms of her orgasm. She had never felt this good in her entire life and she never wanted it to end. But, she also wanted to explore as many new things as she could, and, so, she decided it was time to try something else, and, she reasoned, Ronald hasn't cum yet.

"Ronald," she said, softly.

"Yes, Mistress Ali," he replied automatically.

"Would you please fuck me in the ass?"

"To hear is to obey, Mistress."

Ali expected Ronald to have to get off of her to go get some lube, but she was about to discover one of the unique features of male pleasure slaves under the control of the Polymorphs. Ronald pulled his cock out of Ali's pussy and aimed it instead at her anal opening.

"Mistress, the process will be enhanced if you reach back and spread your buttocks," he said, as deferentially as he could.

"mmm...I like the sound of that," she murmured. Reaching back, she grabbed both halves of her shapely ass and pulled them apart. Her brown rosebud was exposed to Ronald's cock now, and he held the tip right at the entrance without actually touching it. A look of concentration crossed his face, and suddenly, a slow stream of clear, viscous, fluid began to plop onto Ali's asshole from the tip of Ronald's cock. It was warm and slippery, and Ronald used one hand to press the lubricant into Ali's ass while the other continued to squeeze more of the liquid out of his cock. When he thought her ass had enough lube, he cupped his hand under his dick and collected a generous portion of the slick fluid and began to apply it to his cock which was quickly shining with a thick coat of lube.

"Mistress, this may hurt a bit at first. I will be as gentle as I can," he said, softly.

"Ronald," Ali said, her voice starting to assume an air of command, "I want your cock in my ass. Put it there now."

"As you wish, Mistress," Ronald said, pressing the tip of his slippery shaft against Ali's back door and starting to push. Ali felt the pressure and attempted to relax her sphincter, bearing down somewhat as if she was taking a shit (she had heard that this was a key to achieving anal entry). Owing to the incredible lubricating properties of Ronald's emissions, Ali's tight ring of muscle soon gave way to the head of Ronald's cock, and it slipped past her defenses to lodge just inside the rectal chamber.

"OH!" Ali gasped, feeling the large head of Ronald's cock pop inside her ass. His shaft quickly followed, and soon, the newly minted female felt Ronald's balls resting against the sensitive lips of her tender twat. "FUCK!" she breathed, loudly as he sank home inside her.

"Hold it there for a moment," she groaned, feeling his length and girth pierce her like a spear, pinning her to the bed. She felt his cock flex inside her and the sensation set off a cascade of pleasure up and down her spine, producing mini-orgasms all over her flesh.

"Ohmygodthatissooooogodammgood" she groaned. "Fuck my ass, Ronald. Do it now. Do it hard. FUCK ME!"

Ronald said nothing but went into action, pulling his cock back until just the head was encased by her rectal ring, and then plunging all the way back in. His pace picked up but the length of his strokes never wavered. She had asked to be fucked hard, and, as a slave, he was bound to obey or die (although there is no record of a Polymorph ever killing one of their pleasure slaves). His cock kept producing the thick, slippery, lube and so the pathway remained slick and greasy, well oiled for his passage.

Now, Ronald's own pleasure began to sneak up on him. He knew that he could hold off his orgasm indefinitely -- his training saw to that -- but the emotional force of this new being underneath him was starting to overwhelm his senses. Like others of his race, Ronald was slightly empathic. Ali had not yet learned any of the mental control exercises the Poly's used to protect their emotions from scrutiny. Ali was broadcasting her pleasure on all channels and the flood of input was overloading Ronald's own defenses. He felt what she felt, in other words. As he slammed his cock into her backside, he felt the sensation in his own ass. And, having been fucked equally by both the male and female versions of the Polymorphic race, he had learned to enjoy this form of sexual expression as well.

His brain began to broadcast its own emotional beacon, and Ali, not knowing what was happening, began to experience what Ronald was feeling. It was like she was fucking herself with her own massive cock.

It was too much for them both. While this session has only taken three paragraphs to describe, it took much longer than that in actual time to enact. And, so, after some minutes of having her recently virgin ass taken by storm, Ali began to cum again. And, her orgasm triggered Ronald's as well, and he released blast upon blast of his thick semen into Ali's rectal chamber. Ali felt the warm flood and it intensified her own pleasure to the point where she actually lost consciousness for a few seconds, only to wake and find that the pleasure stick that had taken possession of her backside was still spitting its hot frothy sauce into her deepest sex chamber.

Gradually, both beings' climaxes slowed and diminished to aftershocks of pleasure. Ali and Ronald rolled onto their sides, not breaking the connection. Ronald's cock had not lost its hardness, and he slowly rocked it back and forth inside Ali's flooded back door.

"Oh...mmmmm....yesssss...keep doing that...fuck...that feels sooo good...I love your cock in my ass...oh, shit..." she had another little sex-quake as he continued to penetrate her ass.

"I never knew anything could feel as good as this has felt," she said.

"A slave is honored to bring pleasure to his mistress," Ronald breathed, nuzzling her neck again as his hands caressed her flanks, causing the flesh to quiver like a horse shooing a fly. "Oh, Ronald, you are the master of the under statement," Ali chuckled, her breathing coming back under control and her pulse returning to something close to normal.

"It feels like you pumped about a quart of cum into my ass, Ronald," she said, smiling.

"Actually," Ronald said, thoughtfully, "it was about 8 of your earth ounces."

"Eight ounces! Shit -- not even Peter North ever came that much," Ali said, laughing.

WHOOSH

The door opened and Betty came in, smiling as she saw the two entwined on the bed. Ali was only embarrassed for a moment, recalling that she had seen Betty naked just the night before. "If you can stand to give up your pleasure slave, Ali, I think it's time for your breakfast, and then we have some more things to talk about and things for you to learn," Betty said, smiling. "Did Ronald bring you pleasure?"

"If he'd brought me any more pleasure, I'd be dead," Ali said, her eyes closed, her speech slurred slightly by the aftershocks of her most recent series of orgasms.

"Mistress is kind to a slave," Ronald replied, pulling his now softening cock from Ali's ass with a *plop*. As he withdrew, a steady stream of white fluid began to leak out of Ali's asshole and down over her hip.

"I think someone needs a shower," Betty said, laughing. "You're a mess."

"I don't care," said Ali, stretching like a cat. "Ronald was wonderful."

"You may use him whenever you wish, Ali, he is yours for the duration of this voyage," she said. Ronald smiled at this.