I visit the planet of the many-tentacled Gorgons, who make the most of my willingness to help them meet their desperate need for sexual stimulation.
I wasn’t the first person to gain entry to the planet of the Gorgons by agreeing to run the Gauntlet, as we humans called it. Very few people had returned to Earth after undergoing that ordeal, and they usually refused to discuss it. But I had heard rumors about it, and about the Gorgons themselves – those strange, enigmatic, alien beings who seemed to have a special interest in Earthlings. They fascinated me, and I was willing to risk this initiation, having reached the stage of life where I needed new experiences, new challenges, and new sources of excitement.
Nobody actually sees the Gorgons when landing on their planet. They are notoriously shy, and all the arrival protocols are handled by invisible technology, which detects the native tongue of the visitor and provides instructions in that language. The voice I heard instructed me in English to remove all my clothes. I was prepared for that, having heard rumors of what awaited me. As soon as I was naked, the lights went out. Then, in the pitch darkness, I felt a soft, tender hand gently stroking my balls. My cock immediately responded to that delectable sensation. I reached down and put my hand on….. nothing. I had been told to expect the unexpected, but the absence of a hand to create that feeling was disturbing. My cock retracted a little, but a moment later, the hand was replaced by a pair of lips and a tongue. Again, I reached down – the feeling was so real. Again, I felt empty air, but this time the pleasure was so seductive, so arousing, that my cock was undeterred.
The invisible mouth closed around the knob of my rapidly swelling cock and took it deep inside. Soon I felt one of the most thrilling sensations for a man – a silky throat around the end of my cock. Even better, this throat didn’t need to pause or gulp for air like a human throat, so I could enjoy the intense pleasure it gave me without any interruption. It moved back and forth as my cock slipped in and out, and my pleasure intensified, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. From what I had heard, this would be only the beginning of my trial, but the pleasure was too great to resist. Soon, I gave into it, elatedly pumping my cum into that invisible phantom mouth. As I jolted and spasmed, I could smell my cum in the air and hear it landing on the floor. The phantom was not a receptacle, of course – just a convincing illusion.
I hardly had time to catch my breath before I felt a new sensation – a pair of full, soft breasts pressing themselves against my cock. Automatically, I reached down, despite knowing what I would find. In my experience, one of the greatest pleasures of sex on earth was the thrill of pressing a pair of breasts together with my hands as I thrust my cock between them. In this case, though, it wasn’t possible to use my hands, and there was no need anyway. The breasts did all the work, creating that magic feeling without any help from me. My cock hardened again as it slid blissfully between the phantom boobs. At one point, I felt saliva landing on my knob, adding extra lubrication to my precum. I knew this initiation would be a test of endurance, but the sensations were so real, I found it impossible to slow or halt the buildup of pleasure. Soon I was spasming ecstatically and smelling my cum again as it shot out onto the floor.
After those exertions I felt the need to catch my breath, so I sat down on the floor and lay back, trying not to settle in my own cum. The floor was spongey on the surface but firm underneath, like a good, supportive mattress. I sighed and closed my eyes, but my rest didn’t last long. Soon, I experienced another sensation: the unmistakable feeling of wet pussy lips sliding along the length of my cock. I began to understand why this initiation had been described to me as a trial. I hadn’t completely recovered from the two orgasms I’d just had. My cock was only semi-swollen and I wasn’t sure it would revive enough to perform again so soon. Then I felt a pair of soft thighs on either side of the pussy, straddling my hips. Of course, I reached down to take hold of those delicious limbs, and of course, there was nothing to hold. But the feeling of their presence, combined with the wet pussy lips, was so strong that my cock began its resurrection. The pussy was now dripping its juice onto me, sliding smoothly back and forth, and before long my cock was hard enough to be taken inside. This happened without any effort from me. I simply felt myself enveloped as I entered that sacred passage. My cock was almost completely hard now, but as it stiffened, I felt its tender soreness increasing. I made no effort to work towards a climax, letting the phantom pussy do the work, but inevitably, my pleasure increased along with the tender pain in my throbbing cock. It was really aching now. Then a few downward thrusts from the phantom pussy sent me over the edge. My muscles clenched as I shuddered and cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain. I felt some small gobs of cum land on my belly as my cock squeezed and spurted its last few offerings. It was spent, and as soon as it stopped pulsing, I rolled over with my face to the floor.
I lay there, breathless and sore, hoping I had passed the test and wouldn’t need to perform again immediately. That feeling lasted for about a minute. Then I sensed the floor under my cock beginning to soften and take a different shape. Soon I felt the unmistakable heavenly cushioning of two perfectly round, soft ass cheeks. They moved in a deliciously enticing way, steadily pressing against me till I felt my cock sliding back and forth between them. I wasn’t fully erect and I wasn’t sure I could achieve that feat, but the phantom cheeks just kept rhythmically pushing themselves against me, slowly increasing my pleasure. Gradually, painfully, I felt my cock responding. As every honest male human admits, there is no greater pleasure than the bliss of entering the soft, tender heaven of a woman’s ass. That prospect worked its inevitable magic on my poor, aching cock, which finally became hard enough to receive the blessed favor. My swollen knob pushed against the slight resistance of the phantom asshole’s rim, then broke through into the mystical chamber of divine transport. Perhaps nothing is more exciting than an anal virgin’s fearful apprehension at that moment, but almost as good is the willing responsiveness of an ass that loves to be fucked. This phantom ass had been created for that purpose. It raised itself to meet my thrusts, pushing steadily against me as I gave myself to the rhythm of the sublime rite. My cock was now excruciatingly tender, but I couldn’t resist the desire to penetrate and desecrate that inner sanctum. The pain increased with each thrust till my excitement reached an ecstatic, agonizing crescendo and I began to convulse with stabs of searing pain. Then I was flooded with euphoric, transporting delirium and I found myself caught in an intoxicating confusion of piercing torment and blissful rapture.
The next day I woke without my morning erection for the first time in my life. My cock was limp, and even the sight of a beautiful humanoid attendant in my room wasn’t enough to stir it. She was a tall, slender blond with a perfect, shapely figure and a slight pout in her bow lips. When I woke she came towards me, smiled sweetly, and offered me some breakfast. My hosts may have put me through the wringer the night before, but they knew how to care for me the morning after. When I’d finished my breakfast I declined the perfect humanoid’s offer to join me in the shower, not knowing what might be expected of me later in the day. Then she led me to meet my hosts.
On seeing those aliens for the first time, the reasons for calling them Gorgons are obvious. In Ancient Greek mythology, the Gorgons were hideous monsters with snakes for hair and a gaze that turned onlookers to stone. Even with that comparison in mind, it’s almost impossible to convey the shock of a first encounter with these beings. There are no discernible patterns in their physical features. What we might call their faces look like piles of tangled entrails, and their bodies are shifting masses covered in writhing tendrils and other strange appendages. Their ‘voices’ emerge from somewhere in that tangled mess, making spluttering, gurgling sounds that are incomprehensible to humans without an implanted translator. They have no eyes as such, but they perceive light, heat and neural pulses through various parts of their body, giving them an acute awareness of the presence of others. In fact, they are hypersensitive all over, which is one of their sources of fascination for humans, since sex for Gorgons is a kind of physical union that we can only dream of. Essentially, they are bundles of raw nerves. When stimulated, every one of the appendages in their loose, wriggling bodies engages with matching extremities in the bodies of their sexual partners, and they experience a kind of total immersion in each other that is many times more intense than anything we humans can experience with each other through our less permeable skin and more limited surface area.
The problem for Gorgons is not the intensity of the pleasure they experience when stimulated, but the challenge of becoming aroused in the first place. Down through the millennia, for reasons that are poorly understood and are the subject of ongoing research, they somehow lost their sex drive. For many thousands of years, their only means of arousing themselves has been to connect with other species. Their receptiveness to the biology of others allows them to feed off alien sexual impulses, stimulating them sufficiently to engage in sex with each other. But this means that they are highly vulnerable as a species – dependent on others for their very survival. Insemination between Gorgons is a bizarre sight, with reproductive ‘milk’ oozing from their skin to be absorbed by their partners, but they cannot achieve this exchange of fluids without first being aroused, and for that they need to feed off the desires of other species. Their command of advanced technology has allowed them to reach advantageous agreements with various other races, providing them with the stimulation they need, but their quest continues for the causes of their malady and, in the absence of a cure, for the most potent sources of sexual arousal.
One of those sources is the human population. Being a more ‘primitive’ race, we are prey to our sexual desires in a way that the Gorgons have long since forgotten. While this can make us objects of pity and even contempt in their view, it also gives us a value that is far greater than any disdain they may feel for us. They welcome all human visitors to their planet, on the condition that we undergo their initiation trial so they can assess our value to them. Evidently, I had performed adequately the day before. They welcomed me and offered me temporary accommodation, pending further investigation of my potency and endurance. They told me to relax and rest for a day or so. They would then invite me to participate in the next stage of their assessment of my usefulness.
I returned to my room and slept a good part of the day. Towards evening, my humanoid companion gently woke me and offered me some dinner. She really was exquisite, and I could see that, in her company, arousal would not be a problem for the duration of my stay. No dummies, those Gorgons. After dinner, she asked sweetly if she could share my bed. Of course, she didn’t need to sleep, but I had to admit she was growing on me, so I consented. She lay down and snuggled up to me, and I experienced a mixture of relief and mild concern as I felt my cock responding to her presence. The powers of recovery in the human sex organs are remarkable, I decided, but I had to give due credit to her, or to her makers. I recalled a line from one of my favourite books, the London Journal of James Boswell, who declared that his lover Louisa possessed an exquisite mixture of delicacy and wantonness that made him enjoy her with more relish. To my mind, refinement of character and sensual pleasure-seeking made the perfect combination, and my humanoid embodied both of those qualities.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“I don’t have one. I’m new,” she admitted demurely.
“Would you like to be called Louisa?”
“Yes,” she smiled. “I think it suits me.”
“So do I.”
Now, I hesitate to say that I ‘made love’ to an android, but when she slowly impaled herself on me, taking her pleasure with tender sweetness and shedding tears as she orgasmed, there was no better way to describe it. She was my perfect partner, and I had to conclude that the Gorgons had already learned a lot more about me than the strength of my libido.
The following day I was subjected to the most disturbing and, at the same time, the most pleasurable experience of my life. I knew that the Gorgons excited themselves by feeding off the desires of other creatures, but I didn’t know that the most effective way for them to do that was by direct physical contact. I was ushered into a room where several of them were waiting. The moment they detected my presence their many tentacles began to tremble and wave about. They shuffled towards me, the movements of their appendages becoming wilder as they approached, and a kind of mild terror came over me as I wondered not only what they would do to me but how I would become aroused for them. As it turned out, that wasn’t a problem. Facing them was not easy, so I closed my eyes, and although I shuddered at the first contact, I soon found that their touch was so soft and silky that embracing them was like being enveloped in a blanket of satin and velvet, but one that was thrillingly alive. They encircled me – two, three, four at a time – pressing themselves against me and entangling my limbs in their tentacles. Soon I was fully aroused and very responsive. Slender, smooth tendrils encircled my cock, and I felt that I could have come quickly, but I knew that this experience was partly a test of endurance. I didn’t want a repeat of the other day, so I tried to reach a peak of heightened arousal and stay there.
I should have predicted what would happen next. If you’re having sex with creatures that possess an abundance of tentacles, you should expect that they’ll want to put them somewhere. Before long, they began to insert them into every orifice they could find. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too uncomfortable. At first, they sent in slender feelers, seemingly exploring my insides to see how far they could go. The one that entered my ass was so smooth I hardly felt it. More disturbing were the ones they inserted into my mouth and nose. When I felt them going in I started to panic, thinking I might choke, but then I began to sense the miracle that makes Gorgon sex so exceptional. I found that I didn’t need to breathe. Somehow, the tentacles provided me with oxygen, and soon they were filling my air holes without making me short of breath. Larger tentacles found their way into my ass, but again, so smoothly they didn’t cause any pain. Finally, some slender tendrils sensually massaged my scalp and then slipped into my ears. All over, inside and out, I began to feel physically and emotionally connected to the creatures who were doing all this to me. Then the miracle happened. I felt my body merge with theirs in a kind of physical union I’d never experienced before or even imagined was possible. I lost any sense of my identity as separate from theirs. Time slowed and I couldn’t tell how long I was held in that ecstasy, but the Gorgons knew how to keep me hovering on the edge of orgasm. Eventually, they relented and, with a few sensual strokes, they sent me into a heavenly state of blissful, transcendent euphoria that would be impossible to comprehend for anyone who has never experienced it.
When I staggered out of the room, Louisa was waiting for me. She helped me back to my quarters and held me all night. In the morning, she and everything else in that world shone and sparkled with a new kind of beauty I’d never perceived before. I wondered if I’d really died and gone to heaven, but then we visited my hosts, and I found that they didn’t sparkle quite as brightly as other parts of the world, though they were not as repulsive to me as when I’d first met them. Perhaps, in time, I could even learn to love them. For now, I was simply filled with gratitude when they told me that I had passed their test and earned a permanent place with other Earthlings in their society, if I chose to stay. I hadn’t given any thought to other humans in their world, and my happiness unexpectedly increased further when Louisa took me to a part of the capital where most of the Earthlings lived. She led me into a large public lounge that was filled with humans, and many of them were the sexiest people I’d ever seen. Of course, the planet of the Gorgons held a magnetic attraction for people whose lives revolved around sex. A group gathered to welcome me, then asked about my initiation and related their own experiences. As we shared our stories, I sighed happily in the knowledge that I had found my place in the universe.