Gary O'Hare awoke, opening his eyes and realizing his big fist had a firm grasp on an even bigger erection. He knew he had been dreaming and knew the type of dream it must have been, but the details-basking in the warm fluids of frenzied fornication, the rumbling feel of his prong shafting into some female insides, a feminine body poised and strained beneath his own, the savoring hard ease of penis and pussy engulfed-were slipping away into the cobwebs of lost memory. And then it was gone completely. Not so the hard-on, though. It still pulsed in his fist.
There was something else. A wisp of light strands across his face. Was this a cobweb too? No, it was a fine mist of blonde hair, tickling his eyelids, spraying over his lips, his chest.
Settled and somewhat squashed over the same chest were huge breasts and he found that an amorous arm lay gently on his left shoulder. At his ear were the small, sobbing groans of ecstasy that only a woman is capable of.
Recovering a little from the moment of madness of dream-passion, Gary inspected the lengthy form of female next to him in the too-soft bed. Her red mouth smiled at him contentedly as he surveyed her nudity. Red too were the nipples of bountiful breasts, but yellow was the blondly mustached "V" of her crotch at the juncture of smooth white hips and supple thighs.
And the thought raced through his dozing mind, who the hell is this broad? Where in hell did I pick her up?
Trying to remember only reminded him that he had a headache, needed a shave and Jesus! was he hung-over! Creasing his forehead into a puzzled frown, he decided that, if nothing else, it must have been quite an evening!
"Okay, I quit," he whispered, "what's your name?"
"All a blur, eh?" the girl answered. "Figures. We met at a bar on Seventy-third Street. And you got yourself in a corker of a fight, remember that much at least?"
"I know the bar and in that place there is one fight a night, so you must be telling me the truth."
Now she frowned. "You have a fight like that every night?"
"I didn't say I got involved nightly," he felt his sore face. "Guess I did this time though, eh? Did I win?"
"Win what?" She stretched sensuously as she asked it.
"The fight," Gary said, propping on one elbow.
"You got yourself thrown out, that's what happened."
He tried to move to the side of the bed, but now realized everything hurt. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Charlotte Glaston. We had to walk all the way to your apartment because you were broke and we couldn't take a cab."
"Naturally."
He excused himself then and went to the bathroom where he showered and shaved, grateful for his electric razor for saving him from the painful ordeal of looking at himself in the mirror. He was thirty-three, tall, well-muscled. He had curly, black hair and dark-blue eyes. He didn't need to see those eyes staring reproachfully from his reflection to know that they were abundantly traced with the red, thread-like evidence of the night's dissipation. They had a similar appearance on two or three mornings of every week of most of his adult life.
While Charlotte was taking her turn in the shower, Gary searched the apartment, finding a bottle that contained three fingers of bourbon. He didn't bother with a glass. He found the trousers to his suit draped carelessly over the TV set and a diligent hunt through the pockets was rewarded by one badly crumpled cigarette. He lit it, made a face and immediately put it out. This, he thought, might be the ideal time to quit smoking and if the taste in his mouth continued, despite having brushed his teeth and having gargled with antiseptic, he might also give up drinking, eating and breathing as well. But Charlotte came out of the bathroom. She was pink-hued from her shower and from the rubdown that had followed and she instantly renewed his interest in life.
"You," he said, "are a delightful dish and the sight of you restores my faith in myself. At least I know that, even while in my cups, I haven't lost my fine eye for the selection of seductively sensuous females."
Charlotte blushed and smiled, her hips responding with an involuntary pelvic stirring of pleasure at his compliment. "You say such nice things," she told him. "You were reciting poetry last night. That was how the fight started. You thought Denny should give us drinks in exchange for poetry."
"As indeed he should have," Gary retorted. "He is an ignorant, Irish lout with the soul of a peasant. Come here, Charlotte, my love. You raise my spirit from the slough of despondency."
"That isn't all I'm raising," Charlotte replied with a girlish giggle, her eyes on the lower half of his body. "I like you, Gary. You're sort of sweet and funny. Gosh, I can't get close enough to kiss you, not with that thing sticking straight out at me."
"Then spread your legs and make room for it."
"Oh. Wouldn't it be nicer on the bed? You're too tall for us to do it standing up."
"Umhum," he murmured, his lips prowling the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulder.
"Gary, what are you going to do about being broke?"
"Why? Are you a worrier?" he asked, bending his head to nibble delicately at the satiny globe of her breasts.
"Well, I feel guilty because I let you spend all your money on me last night. I've got twelve dollars at home. You can have that."
"You are a rare jewel," Gary said feelingly, kissing her, "but the rent on this pad is two hundred a month and is long overdue, not to mention various bills I owe at certain food and drink emporiums, to say nothing of my tailor and the back payments on the stereo. Therefore, let us ignore the whole, dreary, insoluble problem and concentrate on more interesting and pressing needs."
She giggled again. "You press much harder and the head of it will come out of my you-know-what. How do you make a living, Gary? Are you a writer? You talk like one."
"And you talk too much. I am, or was, a public relations representative. Nor do I talk like this all the time, but only when I'm hung over and slightly out of focus with reality. Dammit! Now who is that? A creditor no doubt."
He reluctantly withdrew himself from Charlotte and donning a bathrobe, went to the door. A uniformed messenger handed him a cablegram for which he was required to sign. When no tip was forthcoming, the man gave him a surly look and departed, grumbling.
"Gee, it's from Europe!" Charlotte exclaimed, as Gary sat on the edge of the bed and she perched beside him.
"From Greece, to be precise," he replied. "Odd. Now to whom do I owe money in Athens?" He opened the envelope and read the cable aloud.
"GARY O'HARE YOU ARE INVITED ATTEND GRAND OPENING HOTEL OLYMPUS ATHENS JUNE TEN STOP EXPENSE MONEY DEPOSITED YOUR ACCOUNT NEW YORK STOP SIGNED J MENELAUS COMMA MANAGER HOTEL OLYMPUS STOP."
"Well I'll be damned!" Gary said mildly. "It seems that I do have money in the bank after all, but why I've been invited to attend the opening of a Greek hotel remains a mystery. What's the date, Sugarplum?"
"The seventh I think. Gosh, Gary, aren't you ever going to call the bank and find out how much they sent you? Can I go to Athens with you? Can I please, Gary?"
"Sure, I guess so. Hand me the phone." He called the bank, his face registering surprise at what he learned from a suddenly respectful, bank official. Then he kissed Charlotte absently and called a travel agency.
"Good thing I still have a passport from a job I did for Pickforth Chemicals, Limited, in London last year," he said.
"I have one too," Charlotte contributed, her eyes shining. "I was in France in May to make a nudie movie. Do you really mean it, Gary? Can I go with you? Golly, we better get busy. We've got a bunch of things to do before we leave, I betcha."
"We certainly have. The first one is to finish what we were doing when the cat with the cable interrupted us." he pushed her gently to the bed and buried his face between the sumptuous, scented mounds of her breasts while one hand sought the soft flesh of her inner thighs and moved upward to touch the tenderly moist lips of her vulva.
"Oh, Gary!" she sighed ecstatically. "Put that big thing inside me again, lover. I adore it when you screw me."
"Screwing you was what I had in mind," he assured her as he rolled over on top of her and settled comfortably between her widely spread legs. Her hands closed on the shaft of his penis and she guided the head of it into the opening of her vagina. Once he was inside, the tender, hot flesh of her inner body caressing him, she pressed her mouth to his and slid her tongue between his teeth while she wrapped her long legs about his hips, kicking him impatiently on the cheeks of his buttocks with her heels to encourage him to delve even deeper into her.
He began moving his hips and she matched his motion, her hands fondling his back and as her passion mounted, her sharp-tipped fingers bit into him. He bent his head to kiss her breasts.
"Chew on them," she urged him. "Not real hard but so I can feel it."
He ground the hardened nipples between his teeth, loving the perfumed taste of her flesh while he let the excitement of bodily contact with her build in him, gathering like electric tension along his nerves. The warm, greedy mouth of her vagina sucked at him as though anxious to devour him in its hunger.
Charlotte increased the pace of her grinding hips. "You have a beautiful cock," she whispered, panting from exertion. "It's so big and strong and hard! Oh, my God, Gary, I'm going to come! Keep fucking me, you darling. Oh, fuck me hard! Fuck me savage, Gary!"
Before her wild writhings and subdued screams of rapture had subsided, he let himself go and then he was gushing like a released torrent into her, pounding at her as though intent on smashing her body and driving it right through the mattress.
Her face twisted into a grotesque paroxysm of passion; she clung to him, beating and clawing at his back and biting the flesh of his shoulder.
"Tell me," he said, "do you always do that talk all the time while being made love to?"
"Sure."
"Next time I may put it in your mouth. I'll bet that would shut you up."
"What a lovely thought!" she exclaimed, kissing him. "You're so nice to me, Gary!"
*** Gary found himself so busy during the remainder of the day that he was not only unable to make good : his threat, but didn't even have time to get drunk. He had to go to the bank, confirm plane reservations, obtain visas from the Greek consulate and pay his bills. An excited and chattering Charlotte accompanied him on these errands, although her part in preparing for the Sudden departure was relatively simple. She shared an apartment with another girl and had only to go there to pack the two, small suitcases that contained all her worldly goods.
In the cocktail lounge at the airport, with twenty minutes to go before plane time, Gary sat across from her, swirling the ice in the glass, his dark-blue eyes contemplative.
"It doesn't make too much sense," he told her. "I'm a reasonably good public relations man, but I'm hardly world famous. Why, I haven't even been written up in Time or Newsweek. I sure as hell don't know anyone in Athens. The amount of money that J. Menelaus deposited for me was enough to cover ten trips to Greece. More like a generous advance against a fee, but there was nothing in the cable to indicate they wanted my professional services."
"Now who's worrying?" Charlotte replied. "Besides, everything will be all right. While I was packing, I looked up your horoscope. Your Uranus is in conjunction with your Saturn, or maybe it's your Venus. Anyway, for the next few days, you can do no wrong. Gosh! Look over there at the bar, Gary. No, on the second thought, don't look! She's too darned beautiful. I might lose you."
So of course he looked. Beautiful was a penurious word. The girl at the bar went beyond beauty. She wore a white sheath that contrasted with the dark, smooth flesh of her arms, legs and face. Gary was conscious of the musculature that under laid her coffee-colored skin and he thought of a black panther he had once seen in a zoo. She had the same sensuously feline and savage grace, the same poised balance and barely hidden strength. The total impression was one of leashed power and of a transcendent sexuality that caused a stirring in his loins and a tightening of his scrotum. Her face, however, belied her almost atavistic animalism. There was something incongruously innocent and appealingly sweet in the wounded-doe look of her large, dark eyes and in the sensitive shape of her lips.
"That is Poppy Smith," he said, turning reluctantly to Charlotte. He was perspiring even in the air-conditioned lounge. "You must have seen her on TV. She's the top terpsichorean in the business. Last week she stole a variety show from a troupe of Russian ballet dancers, three comedians, two performing bears and the Beatles. As an exotic dancer, she's the hottest thing since Salome."
"I never watch variety shows," Charlotte said, "and I don't remember Salome. Was she the one who danced on the Judy Garland show? But Poppy Smith is really something. I can feel it myself, so what it does to men must be fabulous. She's colored, isn't she?"
"Half. Her mother was from Haiti and her father was an American seaman. That's our plane they're calling."
Flying through the night sky over the dark Atlantic, Gary let weariness claim him. Almost. Charlotte was already asleep and except for three disturbing factors, he would have been too. One was the fact that Poppy Smith was seated across the aisle from him. The second thing was the hostess and the third was that he was being made uncomfortable by a persistent erection. Poppy Smith in a mini-sheath was hardly conducive to slumber. Neither was the hostess, a more than ordinarily curvaceous redhead who managed to negate the relative severity of her uniform by dimpling delightfully when she smiled and by the charming, rotary motion of her buttocks under the tight material of her skirt as she walked.
"Are you comfortable, sir?" she asked, bending solicitously over Gary.
"No," he answered frankly, "I'm not."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure you could but probably not while we're in the air. It hardly seems practical. Where's the john? Not that that's the trouble, believe me."
She blushed slightly but her dimples deepened and so did the twinkle in her eyes. "At the rear of the plane, sir," she said, "but it's a little confusing. There are two doors, one to the restroom and one to a compartment provided for the hostess. The last time this plane was redecorated, someone removed the identifying signs and failed to replace them. The restroom will be on your right, or maybe it's to the left. I never can remember. Anyway, good luck." Still smiling she made her hip-rolling way toward the tail of the plane.
Gary thoughtfully considered their conversation. He'd done considerable travelling by air but could not recall ever having encountered another airline employee quite so casual and vague. Curious and interested, he got up and walked the carpeted aisle between the seat rows until he stood in front of the two doors. The lady or the tiger? He tried one at random. It was the washroom. He closed that door and opened the other. It was a small compartment provided with a steel locker, a dressing table and a chair. A dim, blue light illumined the interior. Standing in front of him was the hostess.
"Now let us see about attending to your... er... problem," she said as she deftly unzipped his trousers. "Oh, my! What a nice, large one and so hard too. We haven't room to lie down but I'm sure we can manage."
"Is this part of the regular service?" Gary asked. "I mean do you do this for all the passengers?"
"Not as a rule. Mostly just for the men. The copilot usually takes care of the ladies, unless he's too busy. Making you comfortable is more than just policy with us. It's like a sacred trust. Now, if I turn around and bend over with my hands on the chair, would you please insert that juicy cock of yours in my cunt, sir? I regret we can't undress and lie down but there is neither room nor time for that as I have to return to my other duties as soon as possible."
When her back was turned to him and she had obligingly bent over, Gary lifted her skirt, noting that her white thighs and the two crescents of her buttocks were delightfully plump and while perhaps somewhat more opulently proportioned than was currently popular, they were just the way he liked them. Slender women, like Charlotte, were more in keeping with the modern conception of beauty, but he had an old-fashioned preference for big women with heavy thighs.
He introduced the head of his dripping and throbbing penis to the darkly hair-fringed nest that was revealed in her cleavage, the warm, moist opening seeming to purse its lips outward to receive him like a sucking kiss and to draw him into her until the shaft was entirely buried within her body. He began working it in and out and in a matter of moments, his passion had lofted him to a level of pleasure that was akin to pain in its fierce intensity. Then the plane hit an air pocket, the resulting bump causing him to plunge even deeper into her than he would have thought possible and he immediately climaxed, the hot semen gushing into her in a pulsing flood. The pumping action of his penis caused some of it to slush out of her brimming vagina until, where their bodies met, there was a pleasantly wet and sticky area.
"Ah!" the hostess sighed, straightening up and turning her face for an awkward kiss. "What a perfectly lovely fuck! I do hope you'll require my services again before the flight is over, sir." Exhibiting that nearly fanatical preoccupation with tidiness and neatness that is so characteristic of those engaged in passenger service on the better airlines, she wiped his penis with a Kleenex.
Although temporarily sated, Gary was reluctant to leave her. He wanted to strip her uniform from her body and spend hours exploring her white, soft flesh with avid hands and lips, but she gently reminded him that she had to return to her post of duty.
Back in his seat, he was reassured to see that Charlotte still slept peacefully. He noted that Poppy Smith was awake, as was the bearded, beaded and sandaled youth who was her seat companion. They were engaged in low-voiced conversation but Gary was able to hear most of what they were saying.
"I tried acid, speed, shmeck, smack, pot, mescaline and the whole bit," the hairy-faced young man confided, "but they were all disappointing. Just not my thing. Then this cat turned me on to transcendental meditation. Much better, much more mind expanding than dope."
"I met the Maharishi while he was in California," Poppy replied, her low voice throaty and as sensual as Gary had imagined it would be. "I was interested but didn't have time to go into it. I was working in a picture and doing a TV show at the time. Anyway, I doubt that meditation would solve my problem. Blacks have only one problem in America and that is being black. We hardly have time or energy left for any others."
"But that's what's wrong with the whole scene," her companion complained argumentatively, "and it's one of the things meditation can fix. If everyone meditated there would be no more racial prejudice, nor crime, nor war, nor exploitation. There would only be peace and love."
"Sounds great," Poppy admitted wistfully, "but I expect that most of us will have to settle for simply being in love and for getting a little piece now and then."
Gary had only been half listening to a conversation he considered too intellectual and abstract to be of interest but his ears perked up at Poppy's final statement, her witticism accompanied by a low, sexy laugh.
"Pardon me," he said, attracting her attention, "but I overheard that remark. Having seen you dance, it hardly seems that you would require meditation to secure an abundance of either love or, as you put it, 'a little piece.' " Poppy smiled at him. "Thanks for the compliment. Am I to assume it was offered as a bid?"
"Of course. You turn me on."
"That's sweet of you but I don't do it with white men and please don't accuse me of racial prejudice. I didn't establish the barrier, you know and I frankly don't consider the game worth the candle. Now don't be offended. Nothing personal."
"You adults are all degenerates," the young man with the beard said indignantly. "You accuse the ones who are making the teen-scene of being immoral because we listen to rock and smoke a little pot but I certainly don't know any kids who open a conversation by discussing whether or not they should go to bed with one another."
Poppy laughed. "You're right, of course. Don't do as we do; do we say." She turned again to Gary. "This is Naguyet Jones from San Francisco. I don't know your name."
Gary introduced himself as he reached across the aisle to shake hands with Naguyet Jones. In the course of the conversation that then developed, he learned that both of them were also destined for Athens. Poppy was to appear as the star attraction at an extravaganza that would mark the opening of the new Hotel Olympus. Naguyet was going to Greece to confer with one of the world leaders in the meditation movements.
"We have two others on this plane who are also going to Athens," Poppy told him. "See the middle-aged, distinguished gentleman three seats up... the one who has his mouth open and is snoring? He is the Reverend Matthew Hayes and the ravishingly beautiful girl with him is his daughter, Lani."
"I should have known better than to have gone to sleep with the gorgeous Poppy Smith directly across the aisle," Charlotte said sleepily as she sat up. "I'm Charlotte Glaston. From the moment I made the fatal error of calling Gary's attention to you back at the airport, he's been walking stiff-legged and panting."
"I won't steal him," Poppy promised, "but between us girls, Charlotte, I'd keep tabs on that red-haired hostess. She's the predatory type."
"I'll scratch her goddamned, fucking eyes out," Charlotte replied sweetly.
Naguyet Jones shuddered.
CHAPTER TWO
As the hours of the night passed, the interchange between Gary, Poppy, Charlotte and Naguyet dwindled and died and by common consent, they slept, the muted roar of the jets a lullaby in the somnolence of the pressurized cabin. But Gary first had to discourage Charlotte, who would daringly have seduced him, taking advantage of the dark and the fact that everyone seemed to be asleep. He was fond of her, but the truth was, she already was beginning to bore him, his easily distracted attention having been diverted by meeting Poppy Smith and by his brief affair with the hostess.
He awoke once when Charlotte got up to go to the restroom. It seemed to him, in his half-conscious state, that she was gone an unusually long time.
"The service on this flight is really remarkable," she whispered when she finally returned to her seat, "even if the doors back there are a little confusing. I wonder if it would make the other passengers nervous to know that the co-pilot spends more time back there than he does in the driver's seat."
"They call it the 'cockpit,'" Gary corrected her sleepily, hardly aware of what he was saying.
Charlotte giggled. "What a lovely name! And so very d propos, although the little room at the back is more deserving of the title. Oh, you goddamned, ball bearing bastard, you're not even jealous!"
"Umhum," Gary murmured noncommittally and began to snore.
When he again awoke it was not yet daylight. He experienced a momentary sense of bewilderment and dislocation, then, orienting himself, he arose from his seat and walked back toward the tail of the plane, intent on reaching the man's room. He did and having relieved himself, opened the other door, hoping to find the hostess there. She wasn't, and disappointed, he started the return trip.
The after end of the passenger compartment was nearly empty, but not quite. Sitting alone by a window and apparently asleep, was a girl. Her skirt had ridden well up on her legs and it was the flash of a white, gleaming thigh in the semi-darkness that had attracted Gary's attention. He paused, pretending to adjust his balance to the slight turbulence that was causing the plane to bounce slightly.
"Mr. O'Hare?" the girl inquired, proving that she was not, after all, asleep.
"Right. Do we know each other? A purely academic question, of course. We should know each other because you have beautiful legs. May I sit with you?"
"Please do and thank you. No, I'm afraid we haven't met before. I'm Eunice Papadomas. I'm from New York and I recently received a cable asking me to go to work at the Hotel Olympus in Athens. Just before boarding time, another was delivered to me at the airport. It gave your name and stated that my first duty on my new job was to make sure you were on the same flight and giving me the responsibility for seeing that you arrived safely. You must be a big shot."
"Not even a small one," Gary admitted and told her about his own mysterious cable and the money deposited to his account in New York. "Why did you wait so long to contact me? Is there something cloak and dagger about this business?"
"I don't think so. It was just that you were with the pretty blonde and I didn't want to goof things up for you. Then I saw what went on between you and the hostess and between your girl friend and the co-pilot and I realized you couldn't be very serious about her, so I thought maybe it would be all right to speak to you. Do you really think I have pretty legs? I deliberately pulled my skirt up to attract your attention."
"It worked too. For a woman, you're a remarkably honest person. Yes, your legs are very exciting... what I can see of them."
"Oh. Well, I could pull my skirt even higher."
"Allow me."
"By all means. The others are asleep and no one will notice what we do back here. Kiss me too, please. I dozed for awhile and woke up thinking about you, wishing I was that other girl, or the beautiful black one. You want her too, don't you?"
"Poppy? Of course I do, but she won't play. How charming of you not to wear panties or girdles or any of that junk."
"I took them off, hoping you'd come back here with me. Oh! That feels good I" It felt good to Gary too. Eunice wasn't a small girl and her thighs were generously and softly padded with fat into which his fingertips sank as he worked his way up toward the moistly seeping warmth of her crotch. In the half-light, he saw that she was lovely, with long, black hair and dark eyes. Her lips were full and as eager as her demanding tongue.
"I wish I dared unzip my dress and take off my brassiere," she whispered. "I'd love to have you kiss my breasts but I'm sure we'll have time for that in Athens. My husband is there. He's the bell captain at the hotel and of course, that is how I got my job. But I'll arrange to be on a different shift from his so you and I can have some time together."
"You make a habit of this, of stepping out on him?"
"Certainly, whenever I can. That's why I love being married. I think sex is so much more rewarding and interesting with the added thrill of being unfaithful."
Gary had unzipped himself and his penis was touching her thigh, throbbing against the white skin and leaving a silvery path on the silken flesh like the trail made by a snail on a sidewalk at dawn.
"Will you do something nice for me?" she asked him. "If I turn with my back to you, will you put it in my ass? I like it that way and if you don't mind, I'll masturbate while you're screwing me. I simply adore jacking off while being fucked in the ass."
"Be my guest," Gary replied gallantly as he located the small, puckered slit and addressed his organ to it. There was a short, fierce struggle with her sphincter muscle and then it gave way under the force of his assault and he slid into her, the anal heat and tightness like a strong, hot hand grasping him and sucking him greedily inward. He enjoyed the feeling of having her big, plump butt pushed against him and his hands ardently squeezed and caressed the soft flesh as he pumped in and out of her, probing deeply into the intimate depths of her body.
He became aware that someone was tapping him on the shoulder and looked up to see the hostess bending over them.
"I'm afraid this is contrary to company rules," she said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"You going to make us get off and walk?" Gary grunted, continuing to make love to Eunice.
"Oh no, sir. That is also against regulations. No one may leave the aircraft while it is in flight. But passengers are allowed to fornicate only with authorized crew members. I just don't know what to do about this. Perhaps, I should send for the co-pilot."
"Who needs him?" Gary retorted. "I'm sure I can handle this without his help."
"Yes, you do seem to be taking care of the situation most adequately, sir. You appear to have it well in hand, or perhaps I should say 'well in cock,' or maybe 'cock well in' would be even more accurate. Nevertheless, paragraph seventeen of the Flight and Service Manual plainly states... "
"I can imagine what paragraph seventeen plainly states in any rule book written for this crazy airline," Gary interrupted, giving Eunice an extra hunch that brought a grunt of pleasure from her. "Sorry you can't get in on the act. I suppose that would make it legal wouldn't it?"
"Humm. Yes, I guess it would. In fact, under the circumstances, I'm sure it must be my duty. If the young lady would desist from masturbating herself and spread her legs a bit... "
To Gary's surprise and to Eunice's delight, the hostess knelt between the widely flung legs, gently removed the furiously working fingers and took their place with an equally furiously working tongue. Eunice's sigh of contentment was like the purring of a cat.
They had squirmed around on the seats to give the hostess room, but even so, her rump stuck out into the aisle. They were in that position when the uniformed co-pilot came aft along the passageway.
"Now what the hell goes on here?" he asked in English only slightly flavored with a Greek accent. Receiving no answer, he shrugged and knelt behind the girl, unzipped his trousers and produced a formidable tool of no mean dimensions. He lifted her skirt, stripped her panties down to her knees and thrust himself into her. She surged forward from the force of the attack, burying her face even deeper into Eunice's crotch and causing Eunice to be pushed backward so that Gary's straining penis gained another half-inch.
Naguyet Jones chose this time to come aft in response to the call of nature. He stood at the barrier of writhing bodies in the aisle, his beard and lower jaw hanging from shock as he gazed, aghast, at the sight of these adult cavortings. Shaking his shaggy head, the youth climbed carefully over the co-pilot and the hostess and went to the men's room.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming!" Eunice cried as the head between her legs bobbed even more vigorously and at the same moment, Gary felt his sperm unload itself in a gushing torrent into her body.
"Who's coming?" Charlotte asked, appearing in the passageway.
"Everyone," Gary grunted, giving Eunice a final shove.
"This is a helluva a goddamned note," Charlotte protested. "I go to sleep and wake up to find my boyfriend pulling a train and not even room for me on the caboose."
"May I be of service?" another voice inquired, as a youthful, uniformed man joined the group.
"You're damned right you may," Charlotte replied firmly, turning to face him. She bunched her skirt around her hips and dropped her panties to the carpeted deck.
"My pleasure as well as my duty," the man murmured. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers as the other four watched this new development with interest.
"I want on top," Charlotte said, so the obliging, airline employee reclined on the floor and she knelt over him, lowering herself onto his stiffly quivering erection. They were thus busily occupied with Naguyet Jones, returning from the washroom, again assayed to surmount a barrier of writhing bodies. He nearly made it but a sudden downdraft caused the plane to dip and Naguyet lost his balance, falling on top of Charlotte.
"Attaboy!" she cried. "I appreciate the help. I think I got another inch in me that time. Keep humping me, Sonny."
"I assure you it was an accident," Naguyet apologized, struggling to regain his feet.
Gary, inspired by some devilish imp of prankishness, reached out with his foot and tripped the youth, sending him crashing back down onto Charlotte's back again. The hostess, entering into the spirit of this new game, flung herself on top of Naguyet, giggling gleefully as she reached under him to open his fly and extract his penis. She paid no attention to his spluttering protests as she happily massaged him into an erection and still holding him helplessly in position by her greater weight and strength, she directed the head of his penis at Charlotte's anus. One thrust of her heavy hips and Naguyet had penetrated the delighted girl.
"By the way," Gary said, bending over to address the man who was prone on the deck under Charlotte, Naguyet and the hostess, "what is your job on this plane?"
"Oh, I'm the pilot," the man replied, attempting to reach the brim of his cap with one hand and render a salute.
"Pilot? But this is the co-pilot sitting here. Who in the hell is flying this thing?"
"Oh, it's probably on automatic... I think. Lovely trip, isn't it?"
"Yeh, great. I wonder where we'll land."
"I shouldn't worry if I were you, sir. I imagine we have plenty of gas. We usually fill her up before we leave. and of course, Europe is a very large continent. Can't hardly miss the whole thing... unless we land in Africa. Ever been to Cairo? Beautiful girls in Cairo. Pardon me a moment, Sir, I seem to be having an orgasm."
Gary sighed and teat back in his seat, shaking his head. "Craziest, goddamned airline I ever heard of," he muttered to Eunice.
"Why, I think it's a nice airline," she replied. "It's Greek, you know and some say we're all a bit on the kooky side. My husband writes that the hotel is even further out. You and I will have a blast there. You are going to come to my room whenever I'm off shift, aren't you? You have such a sweet cock and I just love having it in my ass."
"Is that the only way you like sex?"
"Well, no. I usually have three or four lovers and I reserve a specialty for each of them. I'd like you to be my cornholer. Did you enjoy it?"
"Sure. Look. They've all finished."
Charlotte still lay on top of the pilot but they were motionless, obviously exhausted. The hostess had removed her person from Naguyet and he was withdrawing from Charlotte, a look of dazed incredulity on his bearded face.
"I was a virgin!" he whispered in awe. "I think adults are immoral. I don't know what your generation is coming to."
A gasp of surprise caused them all to look up. Standing in the aisle, her dark eyes round with either shock or interest, was Lani Hayes. Behind her towered her father, the Reverend Matthew Hayes.
"What is the meaning of this disgusting exhibition, this... this demoralizing display of depravity and degeneracy? Sinners! Fornicators!" he thundered at them.
"I think we're climbing," the pilot said, standing up and hastily hoisting his trousers. "Too much weight at the rear of the plane. I better check the trim tabs."
"Something I can get for you, sir?" the hostess brightly asked the angry minister as she pulled her panties into place and smoothed her uniform skirt around her hips. "Coffee? A magazine?"
CHAPTER THREE
When, with a remarkable display of diplomacy and efficiency on the part of the hostess, order had been restored and the Reverend Matthew Hayes had been at least temporarily mollified, Gary reluctantly returned to his own seat-but not before Eunice Papadomas had extracted a whispering reaffirmation from him of his promise to become one of her lovers during his stay at the Hotel Olympus.
"I seem to have slept through all the fun," Poppy Smith said to him. "It must have been a blast. Poor Naguyet is in a state of shock and our preacher friend is still muttering and mumbling to himself. I see that Lani is crying too. What did you do to the innocent, little thing? You didn't rape her did you, O'Hare?"
"Oh no. She arrived too late for that. and of course, she had her father with her, which would have made it awkward. Maybe she's crying because she didn't get any."
Poppy made a face at him. "Dirty old man. I think she's crying because of our bearded buddy here. They knew each other in Hawaii and I think they're in love."
"Oh, Christ!" Gary groaned. "You were right, Pappy. I'm a dirty old man. I'm afraid we loused things up for those two kids. It was all just in the spirit of good, clean fun, only now she'll never believe that Naguyet was the victim of nothing more serious than a prank. I'm really sorry."
Poppy reached across the aisle to pat his hand with her slender, dark one. "Don't take it so hard, Gary. They'll get together again. His beard and her father are bigger obstacles to that romance than anything you could have done. You're a good guy. If I ever decide to break my rule about white men, I hope it will be with someone like you."
"Like me? Hell! I hope it'll be with me. Don't count me out of the running, please, Poppy."
She smiled softly, her eyes tender. "I won't. Give me a little time to think about it. But if you make me fall in love with you, you Irish bastard, you'll regret it because then I'll never let you go. And it isn't just because you're white that I hesitate either. I can see that any woman who wants you has to be prepared to share you with every pretty girl who comes alone. You may be worth it. I'm just not sure yet."
"Fine goddamned thing!" Charlotte hissed in his ear. "You're supposed to be with me and you sit there trying to make out right in front of me."
"Sorry about that," Gary replied, "but you've been doing your share of making out too, or so it seems to me."
"You mean back there with the pilot and with Naguyet? That was just an orgy. If you don't know that orgies are permissible and don't count then you're just not what's happening, Gary. Besides, you started it with the hostess and with Eunice. I don't think I'll go to the hotel with you after all. The co-pilot wants to start a whorehouse on one of the Mediterranean islands and he's offered me the job of running it. I've always wanted to be the madam of a whorehouse and it pays better than making nudie movies."
Gary put up a weak, token resistance, hardly sufficient to disguise his relief at being so easily rid of her. Now he would have more time for Eunice, he thought smugly and with a little luck, for Poppy too.
Nevertheless, when they put down at Lisbon, Portugal, where there was a stopover and a change of planes, he kissed Charlotte goodbye with unaccustomed tenderness. She was going from there to her new island home by boat. He promised that, before he left Europe, he would visit her. His brief attack of sentimentality was short-lived, however and quickly forgotten in his delight at finding himself occupying a seat beside Poppy on the new plane.
"We've picked up more people, all going to the grand opening of the new hotel," she told him. "Take your hand off of my leg, you nut. People can see what you're doing. Later, Gary. Now pay attention while I brief you. I met the whole bunch while you were saying goodbye to Charlotte. See the two beautiful people over there across the aisle? The handsome, arrogant-looking gent is Richard Harley Sifton the Third, I'll have you know. His father owns so many munitions plants that the Krupps bow when they pass in front of his picture. The sweet, scared, little beauty with him is Janice, his latest wife.
"Three seat rows in front of us is Sol Green, California building contractor. The middle-aged, sort of sad lady is Miss Maud Barrow, retired schoolteacher. Isn't she a job of perfect casting? Steel-rimmed glasses and the whole bit.
"I've saved the best for the last. You have to turn around to see her but she's worth the effort. Now just glance and don't be too obvious about it. See? That, my dear, is the Lady Claire Pickforth, wife of Lord Horace Pickforth, House of Lords, Knight of the Bath, or something, London, England. Isn't she a raving beauty though? Now that's enough.
"Damnit, honey, you're staring. But did you ever' see such a gorgeous blonde? Doesn't she make the aristocratic scene come to life just like in a movie? The bitch practically drips royalty, at least until she opens her mouth. She talks like a drunken, British sailor in a Turkish whorehouse, or maybe a Missouri mule skinner. She was a music-hall favorite until she married old Lord Pickforth."
"I saw her when I was in London," Gary said. "I did a public relations job for her husband but I didn't actually meet her ladyship. You're good at this sort of thing. You should be writing a gossip column, doll."
Poppy giggled. "I'm just a female; women love to know all about everyone, especially famous people."
"You're a famous people yourself."
"I suppose so but I don't think of myself that way. I haven't been on top very long and I'm still not used to the idea. It wasn't so long ago that I was dancing in the streets of Haiti for tourist coins. I have this insecure feeling that all that's happened to me is only a temporary fluke and that I'll wake up some morning and find myself just another unknown with a black skin."
"I love your beautiful, black skin."
"I'm beginning to believe you do, Gary, but you're not being very subtle about it. Damn these miniskirts. All right, if I can't make you behave, I'll cover my legs with this jacket so the other passengers can't see what you're doing. Oh, Gary! It isn't fair to turn me on like this when we can't do anything about it. No, honey, don't put your finger in it! I can't sit still when you do that and everyone will know."
"I'll stop if you kiss me."
"In public like this? That's blackmail."
"Just a quick one. A peck even?"
"Oh, all right."
She brushed her lips briefly and tantalizingly against his. "Now, Gary, you promised."
"You will sleep with me?"
"Yes. Oh, yes! Tonight for sure. Here, you hold the jacket on your lap. I want to squeeze you. There. Serves you right. I hope you come in your pants, you rascal. Now let's quit torturing each other for the rest of the trip. Your friend Eunice is giving me dirty looks. You're going to be kept busy trying to take care of both of us. I think she and I better get together and arrange a schedule for you."
"You wouldn't."
"Of course I would. It's more practical than fighting with her over you. I wouldn't have minded Charlotte but Eunice is too beautiful and I can't stand that kind of competition. "You're prettier."
"Bull! She's softer and plumper and I'm all muscles. I'll try to make up for it by loving you more. I don't care so much if you just fuck her, but I want your love and your tenderness, Gary."
"You'll get it. I've never been in love but I think it can happen this time."
"Don't lie to me... not about that. I won't try to keep you from having other women but I'll always be waiting for the day when I'll be the only one you want. Just don't tell me you love me until you really mean it. Look, see the islands down there? I wonder which one is Charlotte's. Aren't you a little ashamed of the way you treated her?"
"A little. But Charlotte understands me. She's a trap just like I am. She'll never stay with one man very long. The business she's going into is probably best for her."
"You may be right," Poppy agreed thoughtfully. "I wonder what is best for you and me and what will eventually become of us?"
Gary shrugged. "Who knows? I understand that some people, especially when they are not of the same sex, become so fond of each other they even go to the extreme of getting married. It's not a thing to which I have ever given any personal consideration, but then that was before I met you. It doesn't strain my imagination to visualize us being together twenty-four hours a day for the rest of our lives."
Poppy impulsively leaned over and kissed him. "You are sweet but I'm afraid you strain my credulity. As long as we're just lovers, I can see myself sharing you but marriage is something I'm old-fashioned about. Don't ever propose to me unless you mean to play for keeps. Mixed marriages have enough problems without one of the partners being a male nymphomaniac. Here, hold my hand. At least that will keep it out of my crotch."
*** Casual, Greek efficiency sped them through customs and immigration at the airport in Athens and onto a gaily decorated bus that carried the name of the Hotel Olympus. Both sides of the vehicle were painted with pictures of the ancient gods of Greek mythology at their bacchanalian revels.
"Groovy!" Poppy exclaimed as the driver, a swarthy native with merry eyes, who was garbed in a toga-like robe and wearing a crown of laurel leaves, welcomed them aboard. They took seats toward the rear and watched their companions of the Atlantic flight enter the bus. As the Lady Claire swept aboard with proud and regal hauteur, Poppy clenched Gary's hand tighter. "Knock it off!" she whispered fiercely at him. "Quit trying to look right through her dress. I'll go halvers with Eunice but that woman is just too damned much. Nobody has the right to be that beautiful. It's unfair. Lordy! She must have at least a forty-six-inch bust!"
"Forty-eight," Gary replied. "I read somewhere that her measurements were 48-30-47. Don't worry about her. I understand she never screws anyone with a lesser title than that of duke. Besides, she's not any prettier than you anyway," he added loyally.
"Just sexier," Poppy replied bitterly.
The hotel was the most remarkable edifice Gary had ever seen. It appeared incredibly tall, soaring upward until its topmost spire seemed to pierce the clouds. It was no ultra modern monstrosity of steel and glass, but a white tower in the older tradition of marble. There was, however, nothing modest about the massive, neon sign, flashing even in the daylight. Nor was the ornate lobby anything less than pretentious. It looked, Gary thought, like a museum of ancient history gone berserk, its mantel of hallowed reverence and dignity cast aside in favor of a party air of gay abandon. It reminded him forcibly of opening night at Caesar�_(tm)s Palace in Las Vegas. Even the marble statues of the gods seemed to leer with the benign approval on the milling mob that thronged the vast, pillared room.
"How we should get to the desk to register I don't know," Sol Green muttered in bewilderment around the well-chewed cigar butt that bobbed as he talked.
"I can't imagine," Miss Maud Barrow, the retired schoolteacher agreed, shaking her gray head. "It does seem a truly and rather alarmingly compact gathering, doesn't it? But such a happy crowd! Everyone is having so much fun!"
The problem was solved for them. The crowd parted as magically as the Red Sea had divided itself at the command of Moses. Through the suddenly formed channel marched a pudgy and beaming, if somewhat pompous, little man at the head of a phalanx of uniformed bellboys.
"Well, it's about time we received some service here," Richard Sifton exclaimed in a voice too high and too feminine to be in keeping with his masculine appearance. "Here, my good man, have our bags taken at once to the bridal suite reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Sifton. You may send the card to our rooms and I'll register later."
Ignoring the imperious young man, the leader of the bellboy brigade advanced directly upon Gary O'Hare, his smile broadening so that his teeth gleamed whitely against his dark skin. "Ah, Mr. O'Hare! So delighted and honored to welcome you to the Hotel Olympus. I am Jacob Menelaus, hotel manager. No need to register now. I'm instructed to escort you directly to the... ah... er... top floor. I do hope you had an enjoyable flight, Sir. Come if you please. Let us escape this happy throng. What a great day for Athens... for Greece... for our new hotel! The owners themselves are waiting to greet you."
"Darned nice of you," Gary replied, as mystified by this overwhelming reception as he had been by the cable in the first place. Being a gambling man by nature, he would have laid odds that it was all a mistake and that Jacob Menelaus would suddenly discover that Gary was the wrong O'Hare. Being also an opportunist, he was determined to go along with the farce as far as his luck would take him. "This is Miss Poppy Smith, exotic dancer," he said, introducing his girl to Menelaus. "Mind if she accompanies me... wherever it is I'm going?"
J. Menelaus looked at the beautiful, black dancer his eyes lighting with the appreciation of the true connoisseur. He bowed deeply. "Charmed, Miss Smith. What a perfect cast of entertainers we will now have with you as star of the show. You weren't scheduled to meet the owners but this was because they have no idea of your great beauty. By all means do come with Mr. O'Hare. Will you please follow me?"
"How about the rest of us?" Claire Pickforth protested in astonishment. "I must say I'm hardly used to being so rudely ignored."
Menelaus glanced at her and the others and with the magnificent snobbery peculiar to headwaiters and hotel managers, withered them to the status of near non-existence with one disdainful, barely concealed sneer. "Take their bags," he ordered with a wave of his hand as eloquent as his curled lip. At the head of his bellboys, he marched triumphantly away with Gary and Poppy at his heels.
"You've been holding out on me," Poppy accused Gary. "Are you sure you're not Greek royalty in disguise? This is really the red-carpet treatment. Snot-nosed Shifton and her ladyship are really burning back there."
"Honest," Gary insisted earnestly, "this is all a mystery to me. They probably sent the cable to the wrong guy."
At that moment, the small entourage arrived at the elevators.
"This one," J. Menelaus said, indicating a very ornate door, quite different in appearance from the other elevator doors. It was heavily embossed with I intricately carved ivory inlaid with gold. It parted and slid soundlessly open to reveal a compartment with a decidedly unelevatorish decor. It was a deeply carpeted cage hung with tapestries.
"Gosh!" Poppy exclaimed. "I wonder what the rooms are like?"
The operator was a smiling, young man, so extremely good-looking it was hard to believe he was real. A winged cap sat rakishly on curly, golden hair and his feet were shod with winged sandals. He wore a loose fitting robe of some shimmery material and in his left hand, he carried an ivory cross upon which were entwined two snakes.
"Represents the god Hermes," Gary whispered to Poppy as they entered the plush surroundings.
"Smart aren't you? I studied Greek mythology too. Too bad Charlotte had to split. She'd have had him raped before the third floor."
"No, no!" J. Menelaus shouted behind them. "Not this elevator. This one is special. Take one of the others."
He was ignored and brushed to one side as a I small but resolute crowd, led by the grimly furious and determined Lady Claire, shoved into the cage. I "You may take us to our suites, young man," she said grandly in her best stage-cum-royalty voice.
"Like wow!" the elevator operator replied enthusiastically, his bright eyes gloating with unabashed lust as he surveyed the goodies revealed by her low-cut gown. "You bet, baby," His hand moved to the gold plated control handle and the doors began to close.
"Hey! Let me out! I'm supposed to be employed here." Eunice Papadomas had been wedged against the back wall by the press of people and was struggling to escape.
"Wouldn't think of it," the psuedo Hermes rejoined firmly. "Terrible shortage of beautiful chicks on the top floor. Be glad to get rid of any of you male mortals but not the cute babes."
"You can't do this!" J. Menelaus was screaming as he danced up and down in frustrated anger outside of the cage.
"Sue me," Hermes suggested as the doors shut with a faint click and the elevator began to rise.
Lani Hayes giggled but was instantly suppressed by a stern look from her father.
Although sumptuously decorated, the elevator cage was not large; the eleven people, not counting the operator, filled it to capacity. Gary found that he had become separated from Poppy and that he was standing with the Lady Claire pressed tightly against his front. His face was an inch from the creamy, exotically scented flesh of her neck and exposed shoulders. He was looking directly down into the valley of desire between the magnificent mounds of her breasts. To make matters even more interesting for him, the rounded cheeks of her buttocks were pushed tightly against his upper thighs, the warmth of her body communicating itself to him through their garments. In the natural course of events, he felt an uncoiling and a stirring that warned him he was about to achieve an erection. He tried frantically to think of matters of a non-sexual nature, but with that vibrantly sensual body practically welded to his, it was a lost cause. As the elevator continued to shoot upward, so did Gary's penis.
The Lady Claire stirred, an involuntary spasm causing her buttocks to close like a great hand on him. Then, in the clear, ringing voice that had thrilled millions from the stage, she spoke: "Will the young gentleman behind me kindly contrive to remove his cock from the crack of my ass? Not that I'm unappreciative of the compliment but this is hardly the time or the place."
For the first time since high school, Gary blushed. He also cringed from the nasty looks he was receiving from both Poppy and Eunice. In the shocked silence that followed the Lady Claire's statement, he murmured an apology and tried to squirm sideways.
The Lady Claire sighed. "Not your fault I see," she said graciously. "In that case, if I raise my dress do you suppose you could get yourself unzipped and slip it into my cunt from behind? Much more comfortable that way, you know."
"This is the most disgraceful thing I've ever heard of," the Reverend Hayes declared, his voice quavering with outrage. "If neither of you have any respect for the conventions, you might at least muster the decency to consider that my young daughter is present and a witness to this... this public display of animal appetites."
Before anyone could reply to his accusation, a different problem was created. "You have stated that we are all being taken to the top floor," Richard Harley Sifton the Third said to the elevator operator. "Hasn't there been a mistake? Surely I and my bride aren't expected to share a floor with this colored person."
"Why, you goddamned son of a bitch!" Gary snarled at him, the deep hurt he saw in Poppy's eyes turning him wild with fury. He tried to lunge at the effeminate young man but was prevented from doing so by the tightly packed bodies by which he was surrounded.
"Ow!" Sifton cried out in anguish. "Someone has stepped on my toe!"
"You bet I did," Maud Barrow, who was standing next to him, declared grimly. "And don't think I don't regret not wearing spiked heels. If the day of the hatpin wasn't over, you'd be yelping even louder. Imagine such bad manners! If you were in one of my classes and you said a thing like that I'd stand you in a corner... on your stupid head."
"Good for you, lady," Sol Green growled. "He's lucky I can't reach him either."
Hermes chuckling, "Great bunch of people I picked. They'll love you on the top floor."
"Has it occurred to anyone," Naguyet Jones asked, "that this elevator has been going up at high speed for a remarkable length of time? I doubt if there's a building this tall in the whole world."
"You're right," Hermes agreed, "but don't fret. We're about to level off and then we'll be going sideways. Won't be long after that before we arrive."
"Sideways?" eleven voices chorused in alarm. "But elevators don't go sideways!"
"This one does. Has to. The top floor isn't exactly over the hotel, you see. Rather a bit to the north and west."
"Now see here, young man," the Reverend Hayes said, the authoritative quality of his voice somewhat diluted by fear and uncertainty, "I don't know what kind of skullduggery you're up to but I want it stopped immediately."
"Yeh, maybe better you should stop this thing and let us off at one of the lower floors," Sol Green agreed.
"I can't reach my panties but, if you pulled them to one side a bit," the Lady Claire suggested to Gary, "we might be able to get it in. If you're going to come, I'd rather not have it running down my legs. Awfully bad for nylons, you know."
"Eek!" Lani Hayes cried out in horror. "Look at those snakes on that thing he's carrying! They're alive!"
The snakes were, indeed, alive. Excited perhaps by the bickering and confusion among the guests in the elevator, they had started fighting with each other, hissing and striking viciously.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Knock it off, you guys," Hermes told his snakes, shaking the caducous roughly. "Sorry about that," he murmured apologetically to the passengers. "They're really quite nice most of the time but people do occasionally upset them. When you consider their background, however, you can understand a bit of bad temper now and then. You see they're all that's left of Medusa's coiffure and the old bag was never known for her sweet disposition."
"This is the craziest thing I ever heard of," Maud Barrow stated firmly. "Who ever heard of being abducted in an elevator? Rather fun though at that."
Gary, in the meantime, had managed to get his penis into the Lady Claire's eagerly throbbing vagina but had discovered, to his chagrin, that he had no room in which to move his hips. Nor had she, but she knew a trick that was a new one for him. By cleverly contracting and expanding her muscles, she was, in effect, masturbating him.
"I thought you never fucked anyone but royalty," he whispered in her ear.
"That's the price of fame," she replied with a sigh. "One learns to expect all kinds of ridiculous rumors and stories to be circulated concerning one's private life. When on the stage, I screwed actors, grips, electricians and stagehands. At home, of course, there is the butler, the chauffeur, the gardener and the various tradesmen from the village, although my husband does give me a bit of competition for the favors of the younger ones among them."
"Lord Pickforth is a homo?"
"Oh quite. Queer as can be, you know. Are you about to come?"
"Yes."
"How lovely! We must do this more privately and more thoroughly at the first opportunity."
In the rising confusion among the other guests, Gary was able to have an orgasm of titantic proportions without attracting their attention and as he withdrew and tucked himself back into his trousers, no one seemed to realize that he had just had intercourse with the famous Lady Claire Pickforth.
At that moment, the elevator came to a stomach twisting stop and then lurched off in a new direction... sideways, just as Hermes had predicted.
"This is both ridiculous and impossible," Richard Sifton complained.
"You're free to disembark," Hermes offered, grinning. "In fact, this jolly bunch would be greatly improved by your absence. Behind that tapestry where you're standing is an emergency exit and a window. I suggest you take a look for yourself."
"I certainly will," Sifton squeaked indignantly, "and don't think I won't report your insolence." He pulled the tapestry aside and gave a gasp of fright. All about them was the thin blue of the upper atmosphere. Far below were fleecy, white clouds and the sparkling glitter of the Mediterranean.
Janice Sifton screamed.
"Young man," Maud Barrow demanded, "Isn't it about time you told us the truth? You are, in fact, the god Hermes, aren't you? And this 'top floor' to which you continually refer is actually Mount Olympus. Don't bother to lie. I'm quite used to young people who try to fib to me. Just tell me one thing. No evasions now, mind you. Are we dead?"
Hermes smiled at her fondly. "What a clever lady you are! No, my dear Miss Barrow, you definitely are not dead. You are very much alive and are merely embarked on an adventure such as few mortals have ever known."
She nodded her head and adjusted her steel-rimmed glasses. "Thought so. I taught Greek mythology for years and always suspected there was more to it then legend. I don't see why you couldn't have come for me a little earlier in life though. I suppose I'm too darned old to get the full benefit of it now."
"You ain't so old," Sol Green told her, "and if you don't mind I should say it, still a very pretty lady. You got guts, too."
"Thank you," Miss Barrow said and at that moment, the elevator slid to a halt.
"Top floor, all out, watch your step and welcome to Olympus," Hermes said as he operated the control lever that opened the doors.
The guests stood motionless, staring in wonder at the scene spread before them. Their marvelous vehicle had come to rest on the edge of a rocky cliff. Leading away from it, a trail wandered over bronzy hillsides, disappearing in a hazy distance where, dimly seen, purple peaks rose above the lower hills in which they had landed. It was a fine day, the air sweet with the smell of summer.
"Come on," Maud Barrow said as she stepped purposefully out onto the ground. "Now that we're here, might as well see what it's all about."
The others followed, their fear overridden by curiosity.
"Little something I have to attend to," Gary said to the Lady Claire. "Excuse me a moment." He turned to where Richard Sifton stood to one side of the crowd. "Little token of my esteem," he said pleasantly as he swung his fist in a. murderous blow that caught Sifton on the side of the jaw, lifted him from his feet and deposited him on the edge of the cliff in a sprawled, unconscious condition.
"You, sir," the Reverend Hayes said to Gary, "are a blasphemer, a drunkard, a lecher and a brawler and although I don't generally condone violence, I must say that, in this particular case, your action is thoroughly justified. Furthermore, allow me to mention that you pack a wicked right. Nice work."
"You might have killed him," Janice Sifton said calmly. She regarded the body of her fallen husband speculatively. "If you'd just hit him a little harder he might have gone right on over the cliff."
"Sorry about that," Gary apologized. "I suppose I could still boot him a bit, sort of start him rolling in that direction you know."
Janice considered the offer then sighed. "No, I guess you really shouldn't. Probably against the law or something."
"By Zeus!" a new voice exclaimed behind them. "Now what is this? A veritable crowd of mortals on the holy ground of Olympus?"
They looked around to see a tall man who was garbed in the usual toga-like robe and wearing an olive wreath on his head. He was older than Hermes, his handsome face showing signs of much dissipation. "Hermes," he said sternly, "you were told only to escort Mr. O'Hare to this place. Explain yourself, young man."
"Don't blame the kid," Sol Green spoke up. "The manager down there tried to stop us but we got in the elevator anyway."
"That true?" the newcomer demanded.
Hermes nodded, looking embarrassed and guilty. "I could have made them leave, of course, but gosh, Dio, we got some real swingers in this bunch. You know we need a few new faces around here. Two thousand years of the same old crew is just too darned much. You think Pop Zeus will be very sore?"
"Probably throw a fit," the tall man replied. "You'll be lucky if he doesn't toss you up into the sky and make a new constellation out of you like he did with Orion. On the other hand, you do have a point. These female mortals are indeed delectable." He leered openly at the Lady Claire, Eunice, Poppy, Lani and Janice. "By the way, I'm Dionysius. I'm to act as your guide, so come along if you will, please. We've a bit of a walk to the temple and I can brief you on the way. I see your young friend is coming around, so let's start, shall we? If I were you, Hermes, I'd lay low for a while until Pop cools off. Why don't you go to the Elysian Fields and help Pan chase nymphs for a few days?"
The Reverend Hayes stepped forward to confront Dionysius. He was equal in height to the Greek god and if severity and solemnity of demeanor counted, more than his match in other ways. "Sir," he said with dignity, "you seem to take it for granted that we will follow you to this temple of which you speak. Let me assure you that all of us have not been so easily taken in by this childish prank, this highly implausible tomfoolery to which you have subjected us. Frankly, I for one, find this elaborate hoax in bad taste. As a minister of the gospel, I consider this impersonation of mythical and pagon gods an affront to the sensibilities of these good, Christian folks. I must insist, therefore, that we be returned to the hotel immediately. You may be sure that, if we are not, your outrageous conduct will be reported to the hotel management."
Dionysius smiled and for one who was obviously an old rouA(c) and cynic, the smile was disarmingly boyish and charming.
"Bravo!" he applauded the minister. "I see that you are a man of courage. But then you Christians have always been great martyrs, haven't you? As for returning you to the hotel. I'm afraid that would be quite impossible at the moment. Please observe." He waved toward the cliff's edge where the elevator cage had lately reposed. They turned as one to see that it had vanished quite completely. "And you are being taken to 'the management' as you put it," Dionysius went on, "they reside at the temple. Pardon me a moment. Hermes, you better be on your way like a good fellow."
"Okay," Hermes replied, "but save some of the girls for me." To the astonishment of the guests, he then rose into the air, gave them a cheery grin and a wave and then, with the speed of a jet, shot toward a distant bank of clouds into which he disappeared.
Naguyet Jones giggled, a hysterical undertone apparent in the sound. "It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superhermes! Excuse me. I think I'm going insane."
"Wait for me," Eunice Papadomas said, "and I'll go with you."
"Take it easy, all of you," Gary warned them. "Don't let this blow your minds. I'll grant you it's a screwy setup, but there has to be a logical explanation. Miss Barrow says it's the real McCoy and she's probably the smartest one among us, but until we know more about it, let's keep our cool and go along with the gag, or whatever it is. Lead on, Mr. Dionysius. Do you, by any chance, happen to have a bar somewhere in the vicinity of the temple?"
Dionysius laughed. "Not exactly, but we do serve a rather good wine. You make a favorable impression, young man. It seems that Father Zeus chose wisely, although I don't doubt that Hera influenced his thinking. Are we ready?"
Because of the narrowness of the path, they started off in single file, Gary dropping back to walk behind Poppy.
"Scared, honey?" he asked.
She shook her head.
Sensing a change in her attitude toward him, he bent forward as he walked to kiss her neck but she twisted away from him. "Don't!" she said sharply. "Oh, Gary, I'm sorry. But don't you see it's no use? Let's just cool it before we get in any deeper."
He was hurt and suddenly very unhappy. "What is it, Poppy?" he asked anxiously. "You sore about that thing with Claire in the elevator?"
"No. Doesn't the fact that you had to hit young Sifton tell you anything, Gary? Do you think I want to go through life like that, with you always beating up someone for calling me a nigger?"
"If he'd used that word I'd have killed the son of a bitch. I don't mind fighting for you, Poppy. You're worth it."
She whirled abruptly and kissed him full on the lips, but when he would have put his arms around her, she spun away from him again. "Thank you, Gary," she said over her shoulder. "That was goodbye. Please don't ever try to kiss me again or to touch me. You're the greatest guy I've ever known but I can't let you love me... not... not the way I love you."
He knew she was crying as she walked, but her back was straight and her shoulders square with resolution. From some unexpected font of male wisdom he drew the knowledge that now was the wrong time to attempt to further his cause with her.
The trail chose the easiest way among the rolling, grassy hills and was hard packed and smooth enough to cause little trouble, even for the women who were wearing high heels. Once, a thunder of hooves caused them to look up. There, on a distant rise, a centaur posed, silhouetted against the sky. He turned his man's head to watch them with evident curiosity, then wheeled his horse's body and with a flick of his long, silky tail was gone.
"Impossible!" the Reverend Hayes muttered through tight, disapproving lips.
"But, Daddy, I saw it!" his daughter protested. "Just like in the books. Oh, it was beautiful!"
"I forbid you to have seen it," her father replied.
"Yes, Daddy," Lani murmured meekly. When Naguyet caught her eye and gave her a knowing wink, she started to smile at him. Then, remembering the scene she had witnessed on the plane, she flushed and tossed her head disdainfully, causing her long, black hair to ripple in the sunlight.
They came to the crest of a hill and stopped. But for a gasping intake of breath they were silent, their chatter stilled by the magnificence of the panoramic scene spread below them. A valley of vast dimensions spread to an infinite distance to their right and to their left. Its termination at abruptly rising, purple mountains was blurred by a bluish haze. Rivers and streams sparkled among the vineyards and were bordered by groves of oak and elm. Brown cattle grazed knee-deep in green pastures.
Close to the end of the valley above which they stood was a city, its buildings all of a light-colored field stone, its roof of red tile. Dominating the town, dominating even the valley itself, was a temple of white marble that rose tier upon tier and dome upon spiked dome until its utmost spire scraped the blue vault of the sky.
"Behold the City of the Gods and the Temple of Zeus," Dionysius said, even his cultured but cynical voice tinged with reverence.
"LSD was never like this," Naguyet Jones whispered.
"Arcadia must have been like this valley in ancient times," Miss Barrow suggested, "without the temple of course."
Dionysius nodded. "Quite. We'll go down now and I'll show you to your quarters. There will be food, clean clothing, hot baths and a chance to rest from your journey before your audience with Father Zeus. By the way, don't let the old boy frighten you. He's a bit overwhelming at first and especially so where mortals are concerned. The fact is that he's really rather shy and does a deal of blustering to cover it up, but under a somewhat fearsome exterior, he's a decent sort. 'A heart of gold' is the expression you use, I think. Hera is different. She's his wife. She is sometimes jealous and petty and apt to take a dim view of beautiful, mortal females, of which this coterie seems to have an abundance. The men should get on well with her, however."
The Lady Claire laughed. "For a goddess, she sounds remarkably human."
"I'm afraid we all are," Dionysius agreed, "but don't ever let Hera know you're wise to that fact. Mind your step now; the trail is rather steep in places."
They negotiated it successfully, however, much to Gary's chagrin as he had been hoping Poppy would stumble and give him an excuse to put his arms around her. They entered the City of the Gods through an arched, unguarded gate and walked the clean, cobbled streets.
"Our population is not what it once was," Dionysius told them, referring to the face that they encountered only a few midday strollers who greeted Dionysius casually and regarded the mortals with frank friendly curiosity. "This will be explained to you later but at least we do have the advantage of no housing shortage. Here we are. This building will be your quarters. I hope you'll find it adequate and if not, something better can be arranged later." He led them up stone steps into a spacious, vaulted chamber, in the center of which a fountain splashed. There were rooms around the perimeter of the huge hall. "You'll find the rooms comfortable, I trust, though perhaps primitive by New York or London standards. The bath is at the far end of the hall. There will be nymphs here in a moment or so to tend to your needs. Best, refresh yourselves. I'll return later in the day to lead you to the temple." He bowed and left them.
"Might as well make ourselves at home," Eunice said. "Let's see what the gods have provided," she walked to the nearest room and pulled the curtain aside. "Hey, this is groovy! Just like a Cecil B. De-Mille spectacular about ancient Rome."
"Poppy?" Gary said hesitantly, his voice and his eyes imploring.
She gave him a look of deep hurt and sorrow but shook her head to his unasked question and went very stiffly and with unrelenting back into a room of her choice.
Gary turned then and picked one at random for himself. It was elegantly appointed, the stone walls covered with rich drapes, the floor deeply carpeted, A low couch with curved ends was in the center of the room, beside it a squat table on which reposed a bowl of grapes, a wedge of cheese and a flagon of what he assumed to be wine. He agreed with Eunice; it was groovy. He had seated himself on the couch and was pouring himself a glass of wine when the Lady Claire entered.
"Even though there is no housing shortage," she said, "would you care to share your room with me? Cozier, that way, you know."
"Not so fast there," Eunice declared, coming in behind her. "I saw him first."
The two women confronted each other, glaring, breasts heaving and toes tapping in the ancient, tribal, war dance of their sex while Gary munched at grapes and cheese and watched with interest.
The Lady Claire suddenly laughed. "Truce," she called out. "What say we talk this over instead of having a hair pulling? Dionysius mentioned nymphs. If you and I scratch each other up, Gary might just take off with the first nymph that shows. How about a deal?"
"You've got a point there," Eunice admitted, "but I don't trust you. You're too damned beautiful. And after what you did right there in that elevator... "
"I don't trust you either, darling," the Lady Claire replied sweetly, "so why don't we share him? I mean both of us at the same time. From what I heard about you. on the plane from New York, you have no objection to a bit of an orgy."
"Okay," Eunice agreed, "but I've got dibs on all cornholing."
"Agreed," the Lady Claire said decisively. "Yoicks! We're not any too soon either."
A young, girl, gliding silently on bare feet, had entered the room. She appeared no more than seventeen. She had golden-blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. Beneath the loose fitting robe she wore, her body was lithesome and delicately fashioned. One bare breast did nothing to detract from her loveliness.
"I'm Tetha," she said softly, "and have been appointed handmaiden to Mr. O'Hare. I'm here to serve you in any way you desire. May I show you to the baths?"
"Sure, kiddo," Eunice told her. "Just don't get too generous with your services where that gorgeous hunk of male mortal is concerned. How about it, Claire? You ready for a scrub down?"
"We all are," Gary answered for her. "If you two pussy cats have your claws sheathed and promise not to try to drown each other, I suggest we let Tetha lead us to the shower room."
They trooped together to the far end of the hall, turned down a passageway and emerged in another room, most of the floor of which was occupied by a sunken bath that would have been considered a swimming pool by Earth standards.
"Seems to be a community affair, like in Japan," Gary said, allowing Tetha to disrobe him. While she was similarly engaged with the girls, he made a running jump and dove into the warm water. He broke the surface in time to see two bodies arching from the pool's edge and then they were beside him, laughing and giggling as they pressed breasts and thighs against his nude body, showering wet kisses on his face while their hands fumbled for his genitals.
Tetha beamed benignly at them, apparently considering this type of sexual frolicking proper conduct in the public baths.
"Eunice wants to be fucked in the asshole," the Lady Claire said. "If I sit on the edge of the pool, will you suck my cunt while you're doing her?"
"Oh I love to hear you talk," Eunice cried. "You British have such delicate and sophisticated ways of putting things."
"Delighted," Gary agreed enthusiastically. He had an arm around each of them and was energetically massaging their breasts.
They moved to the edge where Eunice presented her ample buttocks to him and the Lady Claire perched above her, legs spread wide. Gary drove deeply into the dark girl's body, then bent his head to kiss the gaping vulva between the silken thighs of the Lady Claire. As he tasted the honeyed sweetness of her softly convoluted flesh, he stroked her firm, wet hips with one hand and with the other, toyed with Eunice's breasts and her hardened nipples.
"Oh, my God, how good that feels" the Lady Claire cried when he abandoned her clitoris for a moment to plunge his tongue as far as it would go into her vagina.
"Wait until you get this big cock in you," Eunice told her, "or did you already in the elevator? It was so crowded there I couldn't tell for sure."
"We did," the Lady Claire admitted, "but I want it again when he's through with you. This is fun. Oh, I'm going to come!"
"Me too," Eunice said, breathing heavily. "I'm jacking myself off while he cornholes me."
All three of them were in the midst of a mutual orgasm when the remainder of their party, led by several nymphs, entered the bathhouse.
Janice Sifton screamed.
Lani Hayes gulped audibly.
Naguyet Jones uttered a choking cry that was nearly a scream.
Sol Green's mouth sagged so suddenly his cigar fell into the water.
"Revolting!" Richard Sifton exclaimed.
"Debasing!" the Reverend Matthew Hayes said.
"Just as I thought," Maud Barrow sighed, "I should have come here twenty years ago. Darn it!"
Poppy Smith didn't say anything. She just turned and walked slowly away, the rest of them rapidly following her.
"I guess they don't want to take baths," Tetha suggested innocently as she watched their retreating backs.
CHAPTER FIVE
When they emerged from the bath, Gary, Eunice and the Lady Claire found that Tetha had disposed of their earthly garments, providing them, instead, with robes similar to her own. Gary was delighted to note that, like Tetha's toga, the ones the girls donned were designed to leave the left breast exposed. He had never known two women more adequately equipped or more capable of doing full justice to a topless gown.
Upon returning to the room, Tetha told them that, just across the great hall, was the Olympian version of a beauty parlor. "One of the nymphs specializes in hair styling and make-up," she said. "Come, I'll show you the way."
Alone, Gary relaxed, poured himself another glass of wine and reclining on the couch. He considered his situation. His personal opinion of all that had happened was that, Hermes to the contrary, he was very likely deceased and that this was heaven. On the other hand, there was still room for doubt. If this was truly heaven, wouldn't it be perfect? And how could it be perfect without Poppy Smith in his arms?
Tetha returned, the robe she wore parting with every step to reveal tapered legs and sensuously rounded thighs. She was smiling happily as she sat beside him on the couch. "I made sure they'd get the full treatment," she told him, her eyes sparkling with mischievous glee. "They'll be in there at least an hour. It will be my pleasure to entertain you while they're gone." Without waiting for an answer, she put her small hand under his robe and grasped his penis. "It's so seldom we get mortals up here anymore," she said wistfully, "and there aren't enough male gods to go around, what with all those sexy, damned goddesses and so many of us nymphs. liked it better in the Elysian Fields before I was transferred here. I could count on being caught by Pan at least two or three times a week."
"Why you poor, little thing," Gary sympathized. "It must be rough being a nymph with so much competition. Come here, honey and give Papa a kiss, although you're so young you make me feel like a child molester."
She giggled. "I was one of the virgins destined for sacrifice to the bull-god on Crete when Apollo saw me and brought me here, making me immortal. That was about three-thousand years ago so you see I'm not really so young after all. Oh, you kiss nice!"
He had pulled her down on the couch beside him and had removed her robe, marveling at how the dewy freshness of youth had clung to her lovely, girl's body for thirty centuries. The small, perfectly shaped breasts lifted eagerly to his lips, her hips churning in anticipation as he lightly stroked the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
"May I suck you off?" she asked timidly. "I just love sucking cocks."
"If you turn around so I can do you to," he replied. "You are definitely what we call 'table pussy' back on Earth."
Quickly and gracefully she reversed her position and as he bent his head between her parted thighs, he felt her avid lips close over the head of his penis. He had hardly touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue before she came and so did he. To his amazement, less than a minute went by before they were again having a mutual orgasm. It happened again and again and again, each time stronger then the last until the tempo of their coming increased to the point where the experience practically became a continuous thing that went on and on. He knew then that he was either dead or dreaming, for no mortal man had ever been capable of so prodigious an accomplishment. He lost all contact with reality, all consciousness of anything except her white, smooth body writhing against his. Only passion had substance in the half-world of sustained delight into which he passed. There was only her hungry mouth into which he poured a never-ending stream of semen; there was only the honeyed sweetness of her vulva with its throbbing clitoris and the elixir of her body fluids that bathed his face and drove him ever madder with lust induced by the overwhelming scent of her musk.
"Now it would be nice if you would fuck me," she said, disengaging herself and sitting up.
"You really think I can after all of that?" he asked in wonder.
"Oh sure. I put something in your wine so you could do it like this. You'll find you're not even tired when we're through. Instead, you'll feel refreshed and eager to start all over."
"Wow! Then I'm not either dead or dreaming?"
"What a silly question! Who ever heard of a dead person having such a beautiful hard-on? Come on, Gary, please fuck me."
He rolled over and mounted her, as excited over her lithe body as though he had been without a girl for months. His penis slid deeply into her vagina and she wrapped her slender, pretty legs around his thighs, drawing him even farther into her. He counted the times. He was having his twenty-first orgasm in that position when the Lady Claire and Eunice entered the room.
"Don't look now," Eunice said to her companion, "but I think we've been double-crossed. The next time someone offers me a free hair-do I'm going to tell 'em I brought my own bobby pins."
"Quite so," the Lady Claire agreed. "Well, we might as well wait until they've finished. Let's sit oil the floor and have a drink of that wine."
"Why not? I'll have to admit she's a pretty thing but I thought Gary liked more padding on his women. Pass the bottle, Claire."
"I thought so too but, on the other hand, he seems very much enamored of that skinny dancer. My God, but I'm hot! It must be from sitting here watching those two. I think I'll have a spot of masturbation. Care to join me?"
"Sure. I'm suddenly hot too. Wouldn't it be more fun if we did it for each other?"
"Oh, indeed! Better yet, let's play sixty-nine. Do you like it with girls?"
"Sometimes. You lie down and I'll straddle you. Gosh but you really are steaming! Your cunt runneth over."
"Yours too. It's dripping on my face. Lovely!"
They were engaged when Dionysius came into the room. "Ah, what a delightful scene!" he exclaimed. "I do believe you mortals have improved in the last thousand years or so. May I join you ladies?" He knelt behind Eunice, who happened to be on top and brushing his robe aside, thrust his penis into her rectum. As he hunched at her, his hairy scrotum swung pendulum-like back and forth over the Lady Claire's patrician nose.
"That's thirty-four times," Gary said to Tetha, "and I'm getting a little tired. Maybe I need another shot of that wonderful wine."
"Better not," she cautioned him. "Dionysius has come to take you to see Zeus. As soon as he's through with your girl friends, he'll expect you to be ready to go to the temple with him."
"All right. Say, maybe I should ask you to see to it that Poppy Smith gets some of this stuff. We're in love but she won't let me touch her."
Tetha frowned. "Of course I will if you really want me to, Gary, but I'm not sure it's a wise thing to do. If I get her loaded on this wine she'll fuck any man, or woman, she happens to be with at the time. Anyway, it seems to me that, if you really love her, you shouldn't try to win her by trickery."
Gary nodded. "You're absolutely right, Tetha. Thanks for the lesson in ethics."
Tetha patted his cheek with her soft, little hand "I'm sorry your love affair isn't going smoothly. Any woman who'd let you get away from her has to be nuts but I can't blame you for wanting her. She's the most beautiful woman on Olympus and I hate to think what Hera may do when she sees her. The big, fat slob can't stand having anyone around who's prettier than she is."
Dionysius had, in the meanwhile, completed the act with Eunice and the girls had obligingly turned over so that the Lady Claire was on top, her bare bottom revealed. He immediately jammed his penis into her anus.
"He on the wine too?" Gary asked Tetha.
"No. He's a god. They don't need the drug. They're always horny. Doesn't watching them turn you on a little? I'd like some more while we're waiting."
"I'm not much of a voyeur but you turn me on."
"If I was black would you fall in love with me?"
"It wouldn't be hard to do no matter what color you were. You're a real sweetheart. If 'I wasn't so crazy about Poppy... "
Tetha sighed. "I know. Just my luck. For you I could even be satisfied with one man. Oh well, I'm going to enjoy you for awhile at least. You'll get your black girl someday I know. Oh, Gary! It feels good in there! Take your time, darling."
Dionysius waited politely for Gary to finish, then informed him that all of them were expected to make an appearance at the temple. "I've briefed Zeus on the situation," he said, "and, although he's angry with Hermes for bringing all of these people up here, he seems inclined to agree that their presence may prove diverting. Hera is the one who's in a tizzy over it. I suggest that you go out of your way to be complimentary and charming to the old girl. You'll wind up in bed with her, of course, but screwing her may save the others from some unpleasantness."
"But how about Zeus? If Hera is his wife, won't he take a dim view of me trying to make out with her?"
"Not at all. He's been tired of her for several thousand years, and if some of these young ladies don't mind snuggling up to him, I'm sure everything will work out fine."
"Just as long as he keeps his godly paws to hell off Poppy," Gary muttered.
"Hmmm. That might prove a problem. He used to go down to Earth in the guise of a mortal just to hump the Nubian slave girls. Of course he hasn't done that for many centuries. Well, all we can do is hope for the best. I'll be there doing what I can for you but don't ever forget that Zeus is the big shot around here and I'm only one of the lesser gods. Shall we go?"
They gathered the other mortals and once again, were led through the streets by Dionysius.
When viewed close at hand, the Temple of the Gods was less impressive than when seen from a distance. It was, in fact, readily apparent that the immense building was badly in need of repair. There were gaping holes in the cornice and an untidy scattering of stones around the entrance. Here and there, grass grew through cracks in the marble steps. - "Old place is a bit run-down," Dionysius admitted apologetically. "Building it was the thirteenth labor of Herakles, although only twelve are mentioned in your books on Earth. We just don't have anyone strong enough anymore to lift those blocks back into place. Hera has enough magic to do it but she's too lazy."
Sol Green grunted, pausing to regard the building with a professional eye. "Don't need muscle or magic for this job," he stated flatly. "Give me the materials for a ginpole or an 'A' frame and I could have it back in shape in no time. All it takes is some engineering and a little American know-how."
"Indeed?" Dionysius seemed interested. "Come to think about it, you people have done some great works, haven't you? Hmmm. Might have a job for you, Mr. Green.
"You decide you want it should be done and I'll draw up a standard contract. Cost plus ten percent sound okay to you?"
Dionysius smiled and nodded.
They went down a long, empty corridor that echoed hollowly to the shuffling sounds of their sandaled feet. They came at last into a pillared room of vast dimensions. A red carpet extended from the doorway down the exact center of the marbled floor to where, dimly seen in the distance, was a black, onyx throne of gargantuan size.
"Now don't be alarmed at anything that happens," their guide warned them. "Zeus likes to put on a bit of a show for strangers. The red carpet is a special touch intended just for Mr. O'Hare for he, after all, is the guest of honor, so the rest of you will remain here for the time being. Come, Gary. Chin up and all that jazz."
Gary knew, as he marched steadily at the side of Dionysius, that he was supposed to be greatly impressed. Instead, he had to fight down the desire to laugh. The whole thing was just too damned ludicrous. Had Denny slipped some mescaline into his drink as a gag? If he had, the drug would surely begin to wear off soon and he'd awake in his own apartment in New York, laughing at the craziest dream he'd ever had. They were now approaching the throne and Gary was more sure than ever that he was hallucinating. There, occupying the throne, or, to be more precise, coiled about it, was a snake, presumably a python. It must, he thought, weigh at least three tons, being a full three feet in diameter at its thickest part and all of thirty feet in length. It was a dirty green in color with an ugly, flat head from which glared two flaming red eyes as big as stop lights.
"Greetings, Father Zeus," Dionysius said to the reptile. "You're supposed to kneel," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Gary.
"Damned if I will," Gary replied loudly. "That'll be the day when I get on my knees to an over-grown grass snake."
A musical laugh caused him to look beside the throne. There, on another throne chair sat one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was tall and big in the manner of a Valkyrie or a Michelangelo nude. Her blonde hair shimmered all about her, falling below her waist. Gray eyes regarded him from a face that was saved from evil and sinister beauty only by grace of the mischievous and gamin humor that shone in her eyes. One huge breast, pink-nippled, thrust out proudly from the loose garment she wore and the hem was carelessly awry to reveal a massive perfectly sculptured thigh that tapered into an artfully molded leg.
"Bravo!" she applauded him. "And to what would you kneel, my courageous but reckless mortal?"
"Only to your unmatched and unbelievable beauty, my queen and my goddess," Gary replied instantly, sinking to one knee but continuing to regard Hera with open and unabashed admiration.
He heard Hera's lovely laugh of appreciation and a sigh of relief from Dionysius, then both sounds were drowned in a thunderous roar as the python changed abruptly into a great lion with golden hide, black mane and ferocious visage. As Gary watched, more with curiosity than fear, the thing on the throne went through a series of changes from lion to unicorn, to dragon, to shark and then back to python.
"Oh, quit it, Zeusy," Hera said, laughing. "Do you always have to make such an ass of yourself whenever we have company? Can't you see that this young man isn't a bit afraid of you?"
The python trembled, seemingly on the verge of becoming some even more ferocious animal, then it collapsed into itself and there appeared in its place a short, heavy-set, very muscular man with shaggy, red hair and beard. He was, Gary thought, incredibly ugly, but there was a wistful, lonely lack of self-assurance about the pale, blue eyes that belied the snarl of ferocity on the full, red lips.
"You do a darned good lion," Gary told him, "although I thought your dragon was a bit on the corny side." With a bow in the direction of Hera, he rose to his feet and thrust his hand out to Zeus. "I'm Gary O'Hare, late of New York. I believe you sent for me. What can I do for you, Mr. Zeus?"
Zeus hesitated a second and then thrust his hand down to meet Gary's. His grin became shy and boyish. "You really liked my lion?"
"It was great. P.T. Barnum would have flipped over you."
"Barnum?" Zeus looked puzzled.
"Greatest showman on Earth," Dionysius supplied.
"Oh." Zeus's grin broadened. "I think I like you, Mr. O'Hare."
"Call me Gary," Gary said affably. "Now what's this all about?"
"Well... " Zeus scratched his red beard thoughtfully. "I had everything I was going to say to you all figured out but now it's sort of gotten jumbled in my mind." He looked helplessly at Hera.
"My dear dunderhead of a husband has a proposition for you," the goddess said in her sweet, musical voice, "but don't rush him. He confuses easily. For one thing, he's aware that you didn't come here alone and he's dying with curiosity about the rest of our guests. Have them come forward, Dionysius and let's get the introductions over with. I suggest that, before we get down to business, we throw a party. It must be three or four centuries since we've had a really bang-up swinging around here. Then, when the festivities are over, we can talk. Come up here and sit beside me, Gary." She patted the edge of her throne. "That's a sweet boy." She allowed her hand to rest lightly on his thigh and Gary thrilled at the feel of her fingertips barely touching his penis through the material of his robe.
"You keep your hand there," he whispered to her, "and Zeus won't be the only one around here so confused he doesn't make any sense."
Hera giggled and pressed a little harder.
At a signal from Dionysius, the rest of the mortals began the long march toward the throne, the Reverend Matthew Hayes leading them.
J "You better eliminate the kneeling part of the ceremony," Gary cautioned Zeus. "Those are mostly Americans. You try to make them kneel to anyone and you'll have a small revolution on your hands."
"Oh, I don't give a shit about the kowtowing stuff anyway," Zeus replied. "Bunch of bunk. For Zeus's sake! I don't see any small, fat boys in the bunch!"
"No, I don't believe we have any. You like small, fat boys?"
Zeus licked his lips and nodded. "Better than girls any day. Of course I do like pussy too, you understand, but there's nothing like a plump, young boy with a good, tight asshole. Damn that Hermes. As long as he was going to snatch a bunch of mortals, he could have had a little consideration for his poor, old father. Hey! There's some groovy chicks there though. Man, look at that black one! By Zeus, I do dig black meat."
"You keep your shifty dick out of that one, you old bastard," Gary said forcefully but without malice, "or I'll bounce you off of your own temple floor so hard you won't even feel like turning into a lion."
Zeus whirled in his throne to glare at Gary, his blue eyes glowing dangerously. Gary returned the glare. He half expected Zeus to suddenly become a cobra and strike him dead but he didn't give a damn. Whether this was some kind of a nutty dream, or was stark reality, no boy-fucking, old lecher was going to screw Poppy Smith... not without a hell of a fight.
Zeus's gaze faltered before Gary's and he laughed somewhat hesitantly, then his bad humor vanished and his boyish smile returned. "You're quite a guy, Gary," he said, shaking his shaggy head in admiration. "By Zeus, I do like you. I wish you'd been around in the old days when things were really happening. You and Herk would have hit it off great and I'd have wound up making a god out of you sure as shooting. Okay, I'll leave your black girl alone. And you keep your claws off of her too, Hera, my love."
Hera shrugged indifferently. "Oh, I suppose she is rather pretty in a cheap, coarse sort of way," she admitted, "but I hope you haven't gone overboard for her, Gary dear. I have other plans for you."
Gary didn't answer but slipped his right hand under the folds of her robe, finding the crease in her flesh where her thigh and hip joined. Knowing that his action was hidden from Zeus and from the mortals who now stood before the throne, he followed the crease down to where his fingers encountered a mat of hair. He slid through that barricade and found yet another crease, one that was moist and throbbed to his touch.
"You're a bold one," Hera whispered in his ear. "No, don't stop. I love it."
He found her clitoris. It was nearly as large as the first joint on his little finger. As he gently rubbed it, he thought about how nice it would be to take Hera to bed, along with a flagon of Tetha's drugged wine. He had no doubt that he would, before long, become Hera's lover, yet his feelings toward her were ambivalent. She excited him physically as few women ever had but he wasn't sure he liked her or that he could trust her. He sensed that she could, if she chose, be malicious or even evil but that there was also another side to her nature, one with a depth of sweetness beyond mortal comprehension. It would be up to him to bring out her better impulses if he was to forestall any nasty, little plans she might be hatching against Poppy or the others. He would play the game for all it was worth and admitted to himself that he looked forward to the challenge.
CHAPTER SIX
The mortals stood grouped before the throne. Of them all, only Sifton showed any sign of fear. He was obviously trying to hide behind the tall figure of Matthew Hayes. The others appeared interested but not afraid. The past several hours, starting with the wild ride in the miraculous elevator, had nearly used up their quota of fear for one day. It was probable, Gary thought, that, like him, they were less than half-convinced of the reality of their situation.
"So you are the one who claims to be Zeus," Matthew Hayes said, regarding Zeus with open disdain. "Even if you were something more than a scientifically and historically discredited legend, I would think you'd be ashamed to pose as a genuine god. Have you no fear of the consequences of such blasphemy?"
Zeus scratched at an armpit and looked at Gary questioningly. "Is this guy some kind of a nut?" he asked.
Gary laughed. "There are those who would say so but they'd be wrong. He's a well-meaning, very sincere fellow, so convinced of his beliefs that he can't accept the evidence of his own eyes and ears when it runs contrary to the dogma which he has believed and taught all of his life. Don't be angry with him. He's really not a bad sort."
Zeus grunted. "Okay if you say so. Who's the blonde with the big teats?"
"Allow me to present the Lady Claire Pickforth of London," Gary replied. "The little guy beside her, the one with the straggly beard, is Naguyet Jones of San Francisco. He represents a recently formed subculture known as Hippie and in his own way, is as profoundly religious as the Reverend Hayes. Trying to hide behind the preacher is a spoiled son of the rich, one Richard Harley Sifton the Third. The pretty girl beside him is his wife, Janice. Don't blame her for being married to the jerk. I'm sure she already regrets it. The small, dark girl is Lani Hayes, the minister's daughter. The darker one is Poppy Smith, exotic dancer. The gentleman with the frayed cigar is Sol Green. Be nice to him, Zeus. He may be the one who rebuilds this crumbling old antique of a temple for you. On his right is your one and only true believer in this bunch, Miss Maud Barrow, retired schoolteacher. She never doubted for one second that Hermes was really Hermes or that we were actually being taken to Mount Olympus in that kooky elevator."
"But no fat boys," Zeus sighs, shaking his head sadly. "Oh, well, I guess we'll have to make do with what we have. Welcome to Mount Olympus, Earth-lings. This is my wife, Hera. Most of the rest of our family of gods are down below at present. Apollo, Artemis, Aphrodite and Eros are visiting Poseidon at the bottom of the sea. They're supposed to be hunting a sea serpent that has been reported to be frightening bathers off the coast of California. The chances are though that the whole bunch of them are goofing off; probably disguised as mortals and hanging around some bar getting drunk. Hera plans to throw a party tonight so I'll summon them and you will meet them then. Better get some rest this afternoon. Hera's parties have been known to last from Ides of March to the Winter Solstice. If you need anything, just ring for Dionysius. Any questions?"
"Yes," Matthew Hayes said. "If, as you have indicated, we are considered guests rather than captives, how soon can you arrange transportation for us to go home?"
A look of both bewilderment and hurt spread over the homely face of Zeus. "Home? Why you just got here!"
"You were right in the first place, Father Zeus," Maud Barrows spoke up. "He's got to be some kind of a nut. How many mortals have ever had this opportunity? Imagine being right on fabled Olympus and being entertained by the gods themselves!"
"That's what I say," the Lady Claire agreed vehemently. "London was never like this."
"Neither was California," Sol Green added.
"Definitely," Naguyet echoed him.
There was a chorus of agreement from all of the others except Sifton. His erstwhile arrogance seemed to have been replaced by timidity following the punch he had received on the jaw from Gary O'Hare.
Zeus chuckled. "Looks like you're outvoted, Preacher. Okay, either get some rest or wander around and see the town until party time." With a genial wave of his hand he dismissed them.
"I better split too," Gary said, giving Hera's vulva a final pat and surreptitiously withdrawing his hand from under her robe. "See you tonight."
"You bet you will," Hera whispered in his ear as he rose to descend from the throne, "and don't diddle yourself out on those nymphs or on that scraggly bunch of female mortals."
He winked at her, grinned at Zeus and hurried to catch up with the parting guests.
"You really dig that guy, don't you?" Zeus asked Hera.
"Damn right I do. I'll make a deal with you. I saw you eyeing that big-teated blonde. If you don't make any fuss about Gary and me, I'll look the other way while you're making out with the Lady Claire. Okay?"
Zeus laughed. "Fair enough. And those silly, little mortals think they invented wife swapping! Remember the time I caught you in the sack with the cyclops?"
Hera smiled reminiscently. "And I suppose you think I don't know who got Aphrodite knocked up when she had Eros."
Zeus looked shocked. "Why, honey, how can you say such a thing. Aphrodite is my own daughter!"
"Since when did that ever stop you, you lecherous and incestuous old bastard?" Hera rejoined good-naturedly.
To avoid amorous advances from either Tetha, Eunice or the Lady Claire, Gary didn't go to his room. He found a pleasant place where a fountain gurgled in a small plaza and sat on a stone bench to consider the situation. More and more he found his conviction that this was all an hallucination beginning to slip. It was, he had to admit, just too darned real to be a dream. It occurred to him that, if it was not an elaborate and prolonged fantasy, none of them would ever see Earth again. What the hell, he thought, who wanted to go back anyway... except for the stern and unimaginative Hayes? Gary was a firm believer in having fun and this was a fun place if he'd ever seen one. So why sweat it?
"Mr. O'Hare... Gary?"
He looked up at Lani Hayes who stood before him.
"Hello, Lani. Couldn't sleep either, hunh? Say, isn't your robe uncomfortable that way?"
She blushed and nodded. "Daddy made me fix it like this." She touched the man's shoestring that looped over her left shoulder to hold the material across her breast. "Daddy's not really a nut, or maybe he is in a way. I mean just about his religion. He's a very kind man and a good father. But what I wanted to talk to you about was Naguyet. Do you think you might be able to talk him into shaving off his beard?"
Gary regarded her thoughtfully. He saw she was a very unhappy, young girl. "I can try," he said. "About that thing that happened on the plane... "
"Oh, pooh!" she interrupted him impatiently. "I don't care about that. Look, Mr. O'Hare, my mother was Hawaiian. I'm not as easily shocked by sex as I have to pretend to be to please my father. It's the darned beard that causes all the trouble. Daddy hates hippies and won't let me go with Naguyet as he has that that damned beard. Won't you please try to make him understand?" Her eyes were moist with tears.
"I'll get it off of him if I have to sit on the little squirt and shave him myself," Gary promised hurriedly. "Now don't cry. I can't stand it. But you're going to have to learn to stand up to your father too, young lady. You can't let him dominate your life forever. Why don't you begin right now by untying that ridiculous shoelace?"
Lani regarded him soberly for a moment and then her long, supple fingers went to the knot and released it. The corner of her robe fell away, revealing a brown, beautiful breast that bobbed happily in its newly found freedom.
"Lovely!" Gary applauded. "Nothing as pretty as that should ever be hidden. Now run along before I'm tempted to take a taste of that cute little nipple."
"Not before I kiss you," she said, her face radiant. "Daddy says you're a bad man but I think you're the greatest ever." She bent to kiss him sweetly but fleetingly on the lips then, straightening, she thrust her ripe, young breast against his mouth. When he would have put his arm around her she giggled and spun away from him, running across the plaze with brown thighs flashing under the high hem of her robe as her girlish laughter drifted back to him and she disappeared down one of the narrow streets.
"Sweet, little tease," he murmured fondly. "I better find Naguyet and talk some sense into his stupid head, or knock it in if it comes to that."
He found Tetha waiting for him in his room. "Where are our other two playmates?" he asked her.
"I got them loaded on wine and they're in another room."
"No need to tell me what they're doing," Gary said. "Look, honey, I need your help. Have you got a wine that puts people to sleep?"
"Sure, but who wants to sleep? You can't fuck while you're asleep."
"Get your nymphy little mind off of sex for a minute. I want you to put Naguyet so sound asleep that I can give him a shave without waking him. Can do?"
"Sure. I'll shave him for you. All over?"
"No, no. Just his beard. And don't play with his cock. I'm saving him for a friend of mine, although what she sees in him I can't imagine, but that's her hang-up."
Tetha pouted. "I can't even suck him off a little?" she persisted.
"Not even once. Run along now like a good girl." He gave her an affectionate pat on the rump and a gentle push toward the door. "I'm going to get some sleep. Wake me when Naguyet is properly shorn."
Gary had stretched out on the couch and was nearly asleep when he heard someone enter the room. He opened his eyes lazily to see Janice Sifton standing there. She had been crying.
"Eagle scout O'Hare reporting for duty," he said, sitting up and saluting. "This is my day for helping old ladies across streets and for rescuing fair damsels in distress. State your problem, doll."
"It's Richard, my husband," she said, sniffing.
"Of course it is," Gary agreed. "With a husband like that, who needs other problems? What's the nasty, little snot done now?"
"He's drunk and he's letting one of the nymphs play with his... well, his... thing. And they're doing it right in our room and right in front of me!" Jance cried indignantly.
"I'm surprised," Gary admitted. "If you'd said he was sucking his thumb, playing with himself or having a temper tantrum I'd be more inclined to believe you. But why cry? Do you really care that much? Tell the truth now, didn't you marry that pissant for his money?"
She lowered her eyes and nodded, a flush crimsoning her face, neck and exposed bosom.
"Is he so good in the sack you can't stand to see someone else make out with him?" Gary persisted.
"No. He's no good at all. I guess that's why his other wives divorced him. I... I was a virgin when we married and... well... you probably won't believe this... I still am. He can't do anything with me. I guess that's what makes me so mad about him being able to have fun that way with that nymph. I don't think she's much better looking than I am, damn her."
"In all fairness," Gary said, "I suppose I have to tell you that it isn't entirely his fault. These nymphs have a drug they put in the wine. But I still think it's a shame for you to be married a week and remain unloved. It would serve him right if you did something about it. I mean with someone else like... oh, like me for instance."
Her blush deepened. "If you'd really like to," she murmured. "I took a drink of that wine myself and it's making me feel all funny. I suppose you think! I'm terribly bold."
"I think you're a damned attractive chick," Gary said, taking her hand and drawing her down to him on the couch. "It may hurt a little at first. Want some more wine?"
"I don't think I need it. I'm awfully excited now. I don't care if it hurts. I want it."
Gary was removing her robe. When she was nude, he paused to take his first good look at her. He had considered her just an average, pretty girl but now he saw that he had been doing her an injustice. Her generally rather ordinary face was radiant with growing passion and the beauty of her exposed body was equal to the lithe loveliness even of Tetha. Her breasts, while not large, were round and full and so shaped as to have an uptilted, eager appearance. A sweetly molded torso joined with a small waist that swelled again to womanly hips and enticing thighs. He impulsively bent to kiss her soft stomach just above the crinkle of brown hair.
"I know this is wicked," she whispered, "but I don't care. I'm sick of being a virgin. I want to be depraved and earthy and lustful and have fun like that Lady Claire. I want to be... to be... "
"The word is 'fucked,' " Gary told her.
"Yes, oh yes! I want to be fucked. Fuck me, Gary. Do all the things to me that you do to the other girls."
"That's a large order," he warned her. "You might not like all the things I do to girls."
"Yes, I will. I promise. But fuck me first and then teach me all the other things, the depraved, wicked, wonderful things. I've read about them and now I want to experience them."
He placed his lips on the rose-colored nipples of her breasts and she sighed with both contentment and longing as she put her arms around him, her hands caressing his back. He kissed her lips, tasting their tremulous, hesitant sweetness and he drew a start of surprise from her when he thrust his tongue between her teeth. Still kissing her, he moved closer so that the velvety, steel hard texture of his erection was touching her thighs, throbbing on the youthful patina of her firm, warm flesh. She felt it there and moved toward it, rubbing herself on him and urging him to mount her.
"Now spread your legs and bend them at the knees," he instructed her. "I could do this slow and easy but that just prolongs the pain. Scream if it helps."
"Go ahead," she urged him.
He did. He worked the head of his penis into the tight opening of her vagina and although she flinched and groaned, she didn't scream as he shoved it steadily and relentlessly into her body.! "Was that so bad?" he asked solicitously.
"I didn't mind," she lied bravely. "Is it all the way in now? It feels as big as a log."
"All the way." He began moving his hips and she kept pace with him, unsure of herself at first but quickly catching on to the rhythm.
Any man's ego is bolstered by the seduction of a virgin and Gary was no exception. Besides, she had a truly beautiful body. He held himself up from her on his elbows, bending his head to look at her and fully savor the perfection of her writhing torso and twisting limbs as she began to respond to his love making. Her inner body was hot and moist, welling with the warm juices of her increasing excitement and the scent of her musk stained the air of the room, going to Gary's head like a perfumed wine. The tightness of her vagina was a strong hand on his penis, caressing and milking it and it took all of his strength of will to keep from having an orgasm. He knew that girls were rarely able to achieve fulfillment during their first act of intercourse but, because she was so obviously enjoying it, he wanted to make it last as long as possible for her.
When, at last, he could no longer hold himself back, he let it go, feeling the terrible, wonderful tension build in his loins until it was beyond bearing and then it happened. He was swept momentarily out of reality and into a space-time dimension of total passion. As from a great distance, he heard someone crying out and knew, dimly, that it was he.
"Are you coming, Gary?" Janice asked. "Oh, I know you are! That must be what it is. I can feel it squirting all hot and sticky inside of me. Don't stop lover! Oh, I'm really being fucked! Christ, how I love it!"
But he did stop, although not immediately. Panting and breathing hard, he rested on her for a minute. "I'm sorry you couldn't do it too," he said, "but I know a way to make you come. Here, let me turn around on the couch." He reversed his position, making a pillow for her head of his inner thigh. "Take it in your mouth," he told her, "and it'll get hard while I'm doing this to you." As he bent his head to her crotch, he felt her lips, hot and sticky, close over the head of his penis.
Her clitoris was well-formed. He sucked it and the surrounding flesh into his mouth, manipulating it with his tongue as his hands petted her thighs and clenched deeply into the flesh of her buttocks. She began to rotate her hips and he felt his penis stiffen and lengthen in her mouth. She sucked at it greedily, if inexpertly, her hands toying gently with his scrotum as she rolled his testicles between careful fingertips.
As Gary spread the dark hair that grew like a profuse bush above her crotch and separated the I coral-tinted flesh of her vulva with his tongue, he tasted the clotted, white mucus that gathers in the body crevices of women who are often aroused but never satisfied. Its faint flavor of warm fishglue only aroused him more and drove him on to greater effort. So it took only a few minutes for Janice to achieve the first orgasm of her life. She had not screamed during the pain of initial penetration but she screamed now; a scream of pure joy. In her excitement, she even bit the head of his penis but he didn't mind. He too was climaxing, the sudden spurt of semen filling her mouth and choking her scream down into a gurgling sob. Desperately she sucked and swallowed, pounding at his face with her threshing hips and piercing the skin of his thighs with her fingernails. In their mutual excitement, they nearly pitched off of the couch. Then it was over and they lay still but for an occasional twitch of residual and facing passion.
"How do you feel?" Gary asked her after awhile.
"Like heaven!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice altered and muffled by the afterglow that bathed her in a nearly visible aura. "Gary, is it always like this... this good?"
"It can be," he told her. "Depends on who you do it with and how you feel at the time. It should always be pretty good for you. You're a natural sensualist. Your body was made for sex. Don't ever deny it again. That's a crime against nature."
"I won't. I'm sorry for all the guys I've turned down out of prudishness and because I wanted to be a virgin when I married. Fat lot of good that did me. I'll never turn down another man, Never!"
"You'll probably have plenty of chances at the party tonight."
"I hope so. All I want to do now is fuck and fuck and fuck. Is there something else you can teach me now?"
"Wait till I take a shot of this wine. You better have some too. Okay, turn over with your back toward me."
He spread the cheeks of her buttocks with his fingers and pressed his penis against the tiny orifice of her anus. It resisted him for a moment and then gave suddenly under one of his lunges and once again, he was probing the inside of her body. She bit at her knuckles to keep from yelling out with the pain of this new assault. Once it was in, he let her rest for a minute and then began working it in and out, at the same time reaching around in front of her with one hand to put his fingers in her crotch and play with her clitoris while the other hand massaged her breasts.
"This is wonderful too!" she breathed excitedly.
"You can do it a little harder. I like it when it hurts."
"You'll be all set for the gods tonight," he told her. "They'll never know you learned these things just this afternoon."
"I'm going to fuck every one of them," she said. "I hope Zeus wants me too. He's so ugly he thrills me."
"He might turn into a donkey while he's doing it," Gary warned her.
"Really? How marvelous! Donkeys have real big ones, don't they?"
That was the position they were in when Tetha returned to the room. "I shaved him," she said, regarding their naked, writhing bodies speculatively. "You just have too damned many women, Gary. I may have to poison a few of them."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Tetha," Gary said firmly, "I strictly forbid you to poison any of my friends; not even Richard Sifton. If you do, I'll have to report you to Zeus. Now go see what all that yelling is about."
Tetha shrugged. "It's Naguyet. I think he has awakened and discovered that his chin is bare."
"Oh. Well, in that case, please find Lani and send her in to comfort him. All that noise distracts me from what I'm doing."
"I'd be glad to comfort him. For a young boy, he has quite a nice cock."
"No, dammit! I told you not to mess with him that way. You disobeyed me, didn't you?"
She hung her head. "I just played with it a little while he was asleep. All right, you old meany, I'll send Lani to him but her father watched her pretty close. I may have to put a spell on him. I'll bet you didn't know I was a witch too, did you?"
"I suspected you might be something that sounds like that but I wouldn't have spelled it quite the same way. Go on now. Beat it."
She stuck her pink tongue out at him and left the room, her round, little rump twitching from side to I side with indignation.
"She's cute," Janice said. "Will she really try to poison me?"
"No. She's afraid of Zeus."
"I love this, Gary. I've already come three times. You have clever fingers. It makes me sick when I think of all I've been missing. I especially like the far out things you do to me. They're so delightfully depraved. Are there other ways we haven't tried... ways even more esoteric?"
"Sure, but I'll let you learn those from other men. You have the rest of your life in which to discover the many positions of the Kama Sutra and you might as well have the fun of having many teachers."
"Oh I intend to. I'll seek out ugly, grotesque men who will be cruel and sadistic. I know now that I love being used roughly. I'm sorry I talk so much that I'm keeping you from coming. Please come in me, Gary. Fill my asshole with it and hurt me."
"All right," he grunted and with a final lunge, he burst inside of her like a skyrocket, his generous flow of semen making her sloppy and sticky so that, as he continued to hammer his hips savagely at her, they made a wet, sucking noise.
"How beautiful!" she cried. "We sound like two pigs at a trough. Let's go take a bath and then do it some more."
Hand in hand, they walked naked through the hall to the bathhouse and plunged into the warm, perfumed water where they frolicked together like baby seals.
Gary was floating on his back when Richard Sifton entered the room. "Janice!" Sifton screamed in his high-pitched voice. "What are you doing with that man's penis in your mouth?"
She looked up at him, regarding him with the disinterested and cool scrutiny she normally reserved for overly bold and unattractive strangers. "I'm sucking it," she said, "Why?"
"But you're my wife!"
"Not anymore and I never really have been, as you well know. Now please don't interrupt. I was just getting to the good part."
"All right," he replied meekly. "May I watch?"
Ignoring him, she again took Gary's penis in her mouth. Her husband squatted cross-egged on the edge of the pool, staring at them in fascination. Had either of them bothered to notice him, they would have seen that his eyes were glowing with a strange light, that his face was twisted with some deep emotion and that he repeatedly licked his lips. He continued to watch until Janice raised her head, a look of intense satisfaction on her face and a froth of semen around her mouth, then he rose and walked away, his eyes glazed like those of a drunk, or a ; mystic who has been aroused from profound meditation.
When Gary and Janice emerged from the pool and returned to the hall they saw that a meeting of some kind was in progress. All of the guests had gathered in the center of the building and were being loudly harangued by the Reverend Hayes. Eunice and the Lady Claire were both in the nude. Surprisingly, so was Lani. Poppy, Naguyet, Sol and Maud had modestly retained their robes. A score of nymphs were also present.
"This vile hoax, this debauched perversion of a hideous practical joke has got to come to an end!" Hayes was thundering at them. "Look at my daughter, a good Christian girl and see what has become of her. She flaunts her nude body before the public gaze as wantonly as any Jezebel!"
They all turned to look at Lani.
"Beautiful!" Sol Green said and Maud Barrow nodded her approval.
"Gorgeous!" Gary contributed. "Aphrodite herself will be jealous when she sees our little Polynesian lovely."
Lani smiled at them but Naguyet looked confused and unhappy.
"Besides," the Lady Claire put in, addressing the red-faced and wrathful Hayes, "your silly old rules hardly apply here, you know. Here we are and there's fuck all we can do about it. Not that I mind a bit. This is a dreamy place."
"But that's just my point," Hayes shouted. "The whole thing is nothing but a dream, a horrible nightmare from which we can awaken if we make the effort. I ask all of you to join me in prayer. The true God will surely hear us and deliver us from this monstrous evil."
"Now who ever heard of a mutual dream?" Maud Barrow asked, "or a mutual hallucination? Impossible. If you think you can pray your own way out of this, then go right to it but please don't includes me. I'm having a ball and so are these young people. I'll bet it's the first time in their lives they've really been free to relax and do what comes natural. I only wish I was young enough to be one of them."
There was a chorus of agreement from the crowd and cheers of approval from the nymphs.
"Watch this," Tetha whispered to Gary. She made a strange motion with the fingers of her right hand and to the astonishment of everyone, especially Mathew Hayes, the part of his robe that covered the lower half of his body began to move out and away from him, extending steadily farther and farther from his body. He stared down in open-mouthed bewilderment at this phenomena.
His audience, realizing the cause of this mysterious movement of his robe, started to laugh. In a moment they were roaring with near-hysterical mirth and making obscene and ribald remarks.
"Hey, Reverend, if you're going to preach to a bunch of naked broads you should have brought your jockstrap!"
"Ye gods, what a baseball bat he must have under that robe!"
"Come here, Matthew baby. Mama's got just the cure for that elephantine erection."
After a faint attempt to push the offending member down between his legs, the red-faced minister fled to his room, his precipitate retreat accompanied by the jeers and laughter of the crowd.
Lani made her way to where Gary stood with Janice and Tetha. "I'm sorry for Daddy," she said, "but it really serves him right and now that Naguyet has shaved his beard, Daddy has no objection to him. Oh, Gary, you've made me so happy."
"Thank Tetha," Gary told her. "She's the sweet witch who shaved him but I'm glad to have been of some small service."
"You're wonderful!" Lani cried and impulsively kissed him, throwing her arms around his neck and not seeming to mind that his penis had slipped between her legs and was rising to the occasion.
"If you insist on thanking me in this way," Gary warned her, "Naguyet may find himself a cuckold before he ever becomes a bridegroom."
"I owe you," she whispered. "He doesn't need to know. Whenever you want me, Gary. It's a debt I'll enjoy paying."
As Lani detached herself from his embrace, he glanced at Poppy Smith. Why, he thought bitterly, could he make out like Flynn with every woman except the one he wanted most of all? Her wounded-doe eyes matched his look of longing and unhappiness and then she turned and walked slowly toward her room.
"You've been avoiding us," Eunice accused as she and the Lady Claire approached him.
"Plain to see why too," the Lady Claire said. "The bastard has been busy seducing Janice Sifton. Come on Tetha, Eunice, Janice, let's get him full of that wine and make him fuck the lot of us."
"But girls," Gary protested, "we're supposed to be resting for the party tonight."
"Since when do you need any rest, you beautiful sex machine?" Eunice asked, laughing scornfully. "Come on. I want to be first. I love an audience when I screw."
Surrounded, he had no choice but to capitulate. He let them lead him to the room and he meekly drank a pint of the drugged wine. The first swallow had no sooner hit his stomach than his penis leaped up and out, quivering in its readiness.
"Now," Eunice declared with a sigh of contentment as she dropped to the couch and pulled him down on top of her, "I'm going to get some man-fucking. I loved playing sixty-nine with you, Claire but your tongue is just no match for Gary's ponderous pecker."
"The least you could do would be to let me have a little help," Gary muttered. "Why doesn't someone ring for our horny friend Dionysius?"
"Capital idea!" the Lady Claire agreed and pulled a tasseled bell cord that hung from the ceiling.
"You ever see one of these things?" Tetha asked, producing a curious contraption that appeared to be made of hard rubber. It was a facsimile of two huge penises joined at their bases and it was eighteen inches in length over all.
"Fascinating!" Lady Clare declared. "How does one use it?"
"One doesn't," Tetha replied, "but two can have a ball. Here, I'll show you." She inserted one end in her vagina until only the other part was visible. The lower half of her body then resembled that of a well-developed male. "Get on the floor and spread your legs," she said. "This is lots of fun."
The Lady Claire did as instructed and Tetha mounted her, thrusting the rubber penis into the other woman's body. They were enjoying this strange form of artificial intercourse when Dionysius entered the room.
"What a happy family gathering!" he exclaimed. "I do adore you mortals. And I see you were thoughtful enough to save one for me." He advanced upon Janice, his eyes gleaming.
"Oh boy!" Janice chortled as Dionysius dropped! his robe and stood before her in the nude, her attention concentrated on his big, distended organ, the blind face and vertical gaping mouth of its slightly bluish head pointing eagerly at her. "Sock that lovely thing to me, Daddy-O. No, not in my cunt Stick it up my ass. I want to feel it hurting all the way to my kidneys!"
Gary, in the meanwhile, had rolled onto his back and had Eunice on top of him. He loved the feel of her big, heavy body on his and of her thick, strong thighs clenching him. He blessed the miraculous wine that enabled him to have one orgasm after another and never tire.
The hours of the afternoon ticked slowly by as the revelers drank more wine, fornicated with fresh frenzy and often traded partners.
"It's almost time for the party," Dionysius said as he withdrew his dripping member from Eunice, Gary was making love to Tetha while Janice and! the Lady Claire played the game of sixty-nine.
"I'm ready," Gary said, "as soon as I take a bath and get into a clean robe." He was sure that it would be at the party that Hera would carry out her promise to seduce him and he looked forward to the occasion, excitedly visualizing her opulent body available to his hands and lips.
All the guests gathered at the bathhouse and bathed together in the nude with no sense of shame. On Olympus, this somehow seemed the natural thing to do. Only the minister, Hayes, remained absent until the others had finished their ablutions and then he scurried toward the pool, clutching his robe tightly about him.
"I'm afraid he's a hopeless case," Maud Barrow said.
"I wonder if he ever got rid of that heroic hard-on," the Lady Claire mused. "I'd have been quite happy to have assisted him, the poor man."
"Your kindness is touching," Eunice remarked acidly.
"Has he ever had a woman since your mother died?" Maud asked Lani.
The brown girl shrugged. "Knowing Daddy, I doubt it. I had a terrible crush on him myself when I was fifteen but the thought of incest would have horrified him. I used to peek at him when he undressed and I often wished that, when he kissed me goodnight, he would get carried away and sort of let his hand slip under the covers. It never happened, of course, but I had some very pornographic dreams about him. Then I met Naguyet." She smiled at her boyfriend.
"Sex is merely a matter of the mind," Naguyet stated firmly. "Through transcendental meditation, one can rise above such earthy... "
"O, pooh on your transcendental meditation," Lani scoffed. "In your own way you're as bad as my father. I love you, Nag but if you don't come down off your lofty, idealistic perch and screw me before this night is over, I'm going to bed with some other guy. I mean it."
"But, Lani!" he protested, shocked.
"Take the advice of an old lady," Maud told him, "and do as she says. I let life pass me by out of a mistaken emphasis on purity and virginity. Believe me, if I had it all to do over I wouldn't be a withered-up old virgin today. I'd still be an old bag, but, by God, I'd be an old bag with memories!"
"I was a virgin this morning," Janice contributed, "and this evening I'm a wicked, wicked trollop but at least I'm a happy trollop. If you haven't got enough sense to take Lani down and give her a good fucking you don't deserve her."
"My word, what a lot of Dorthy Dixies," Dionysius chided. "All of you must have written lovelorn columns on Earth. Nevertheless, young man, they are giving you some very good advice. Lani, my lovely child, if he churlishly refuses to deflower you, I will be happy to be at your service."
"Thanks," Lani replied, "but you'll have to get in line. Someone else has first choice. She winked at Gary.
They arrived at the temple and there they beheld a great banquet spread on mats on the ground. Some nymphs were busy uncovering an imu in which a pig had been roasting. Others were turning a whole bullock over an open fire. The mats held bowls and dishes of steaming delicacies. There were fruits, fish and fowl. A row of flowers decorated the center of the feast and torches flared all around, lighting the scene with a murky, orange glow.
"A luau!" Lani cried, clapping her hands excitedly, her eyes sparkling with pleasure and happiness. "Look, even tiki torches! Where did these wonderful people ever learn to prepare a luau?"
"From one of your Polynesian gods," Dionysius informed her. "Maui is a frequent visitor here. He often rows over from Haleakela on a cloud. I'm happy that this makes you feel more at home, my dear. Ah, here are our host and hostess." He bowed in the direction of Zeus and Hera who were emerging from the temple. Behind them were a group of male and female gods, strangers to the mortals.
The sad, sweet music of the lyres filled the night as Zeus and Hera took their places at the head of the festive board.
"Come, my friends," Hera said graciously in her incongruously beautiful voice, "allow me to introduce you to some of the gods of Olympus. This," she said, indicating a tall woman of such radiant beauty that she seemed to shine with a light of her own, "is Aphrodite, Goddess of Desire. I hope you didn't wear your magic girdle, deary. I can't stand that kind of competition."
"No, Mother Hera," Aphrodite replied, "I didn't."
"And this is our beloved Apollo," Hera said, presenting a tall man, nearly as beautiful as Aphrodite. "He is God of the Sun, you know. This is Artemis, Apollo's little sister. Don't worry about the bow and arrows she carries. She is a huntress only of wild boars but I must warn you that Artemis is a very determined virgin, so any of you mortal men who get any ideas about her might find an arrow flying in your direction after all." When Hera said this, she looked directly and significantly at Gary, who tried to appear as innocent as possible.
"This young lad," Hera said, "also carries a bow and arrow but his are much more dangerous than those of Artemis. He is Eros, sometimes known as Cupid. He's a rascal, so watch out for him.
Eros grinned and fluttered the golden wings that grew from his back.
"And here is Ares, God of War, a troublesome lad at all times and even worse when he is drunk. I'm sorry some of the others couldn't be here tonight but you will have a chance to meet them later. Pan is on Earth disguised as a mortal and leading a rock and roll group known as 'The Nuts.' Having heard them, I can assure you that the name is an apt one, Poseidon, God of the Sea, may show up later. You'll know him by the fact that he carries a trident and smells a bit fishy. By the way, where is our preacher? I don't see him."
"Daddy didn't want to come to dinner," Lani said, "I don't think he feels well."
"Nonsense!" Hera barked, scowling. "When give a party, no mere mortal refuses to attend. Fetch him." Two nymphs, one of them Tetha, sped away.
"Now let the feast begin," Hera said, good humor returning to her voice and her features. "Gary, come here and sit beside me in the place of honor. Zeusy, be a good boy and pass the roast pig. I'm starved." She squatted down, careless of the fact that her robe parted and rode up on her hips, baring her legs and her dark, hairy crotch. She ate with her fingers, greedily tearing off huge hunks of hot pork and stuffing them into her mouth, pausing only now and then to wash them down with a gulp of wine. Watching her, Gary thought her the most fascinating female creature he had ever seen. She was, while eating at least, wholly savage and it was her primitive savagery that attracted him. He saw that she was more than merely big; she was actually fat and her soft expanse of exposed flesh made him want to dig his fingers and his teeth into her, to literally wallow in and on her. She wiped her greasy fingers on her massive thighs and Gary was overcome by the urge to put his face to those gleaming limbs, to lick the grease from them.
He was somewhat confused by his feelings toward Hera. She was both beautiful and repulsive and he wasn't sure which facet of her nature he found the most attractive.
Hera glanced at him and grinned knowingly. "Your thoughts show on your face," she told him. "You'd make a lousy poker player. Patience, lover. We'll have each other before the night is much older. I'm as anxious as you." She put her hand boldly under his robe, gave his penis a hearty but casual squeeze and then returned to her eating.
Gary saw that the Lady Claire was seated beside Zeus. He was eating with one hand and caressing her bare legs with the other. His erection had caused his robe to part and it was clearly visible, a huge thing, knobby and roughly textured, the head of it a dark red with a purple tinge. Veins as big as a man's finger ran down the sides of it. The Lady Claire could be heard to say, in her distinct, stage-inflected voice, "If you think you are going to put that pachydermal penis, that massive and mighty muscle, that mammoth, monolithic mass of meat in me, then you are absolutely right, Zeusy, old boy."
Janice Sifton was sitting with Ares, God of War. She was, in fact, sitting in his lap and although they were both eating, his penis was well buried in her vagina and he was working it in and out.
Apollo was with Poppy but they were behaving with due circumspection, merely chatting away as old friends.
Naguyet and Lani sat together, she talking to Eros and he engaged in conversation with the coldly aloof Artemis.
Sol Green and Maud Barrow were also together and were busy eating.
On the Lady Claire's left was Richard Sifton. He was staring intently at Zeus's penis and paying little attention to Aphrodite who was plainly irked at his lack of interest.
At the far end of the feast, Matthew Hayes and Dionysius appeared to be engaged in a heated discussion.
"What a beautiful moon!" Lani exclaimed. "I just love moonlight."
Zeus overheard her. "You do? Well, then, let's have more of it." He gestured and the moon suddenly enlarged, becoming several times its normal size and brilliance.
"Wonderful!" Lani cried, clapping her hands with glee. "It makes me want to do a hula."
"Daughter, I strictly forbid... " her father started to say and then he fell silent, staring sadly at his folded hands and shaking his head in weary resignation.
Lani laughed and jumped to her feet, shedding her robe and then retying it around her waist to represent a grass skirt. Naked from the navel up, she began to sway, her hands performing the intricate, graceful movements of the hula as her beautiful, brown breasts kept time to the music of the lyres.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The revelers fell silent, giving their full attention to the sinuous, brown girl who danced for them in the brilliant moonlight.
"Damned shame we didn't invite Maui," Zeus whispered to the Lady Claire. "He'd have loved this, I'm glad Pan isn't around, however. He'd certainly steal her, take her to the Elysian Fields and make her into a nymph."
"Can any mortal become a nymph?" she asked, her eyes still on the dancer and her right hand absently fondling the bulbous head of his penis.
"Sure. All the nymphs were once mortals. Why? Would you like to become one?"
"Maybe. It would be nice to never grow old. Could I stay around here with you and would you make love to me often?"
"Well... " Zeus hesitated. "I can't promise that. Hera doesn't mind a bit of infidelity now and then but, if I tried to take another chick on a permanent basis, she might do something bad to you. She gets terribly jealous at times. Right now she's so interested in Gary that she doesn't care what you and I do. But any other time... "
"You're henpecked."
"Don't I know it!" Zeus sighed.
Lani's dance ended amid a prolonged burst of applause and she returned to her seat beside Naguyet, who, like her father, exhibited somewhat less than total enthusiasm for the fact that she had danced half-naked in public.
There was another interval of drinking and eating and then a roll of drums caused everyone to look up. Poppy Smith, divested of her robe, her dark body gleaming in the moonlight, suddenly appeared on a flat, gray rock that reposed near the marble steps of the temple. She stood statue-still, arms over her head, taut, proud breasts straining upward, then she began to move her feet in a rhythmic shuffle that was timed to the beat of the drums. She let the motion ripple up her body, to her knees, her thighs, her stomach and her torso. From this slow, tantalizing beginning, her whole body merged into the rapidly increasing tempo of the dance until it became a whirling flame of black fire.
It was a dance of utter savagery and passion, every swift posture symbolic of the sex act in its wildest, maddest forms. With knees spread wide, she posed in a half-crouch, her hips gyrating in frenzied abandon, her exposed vulva winking open and closed with every contortion as her hands, at the end of writhing arms, suggestively outlined the shape of her breasts.
Faster and wilder the hypnotic beat of the drums, faster and more abandoned the thrust of the lustful hips and the dark, gleaming thighs. Then there was a series of frantic, untimed convulsions to represent the orgasms and as the drums abruptly ended, the dancer collapsed on the rock that had been her stage.
A sigh went up from the audience and then there was thunderous applause, during which Poppy came languidly to her feet, bowed to them and leaped lightly from the rock into the darkness of its shadowed side.
The dance signaled the end of the feasting and the beginning of an orgy such as none of the mortals had ever even visualized.
"Now!" the Lady Claire cried triumphantly as she leaped astride Zeus and lowered herself onto his great penis.
Janice Sifton lay sprawled among the wreckage of the dinner, her hair in the remains of the salad, a red stain of spilled wine coloring her left breast Ares was on top of her, the shaft of his weapon slushing in and out of her in time with her wild screams of ecstasy.
Eunice Papadomas was on her hands and knees with Apollo thrusting in and out of her with all of his great strength.
Aphrodite was fondling Sifton's penis, trying to coax him into making love to her but he seemed more interested in watching the others.
Lani and Naguyet had disappeared into the night and so had Poppy Smith.
"Come one," Maud Barrow said to Sol Green, taking him by the hand, "let's get a ringside seat and watch the fun." She led him to the top of the rock on which Poppy had danced and there they sat, side by side, fondly watching the joyful antics of their friends.
Matthew Hayes sat alone, his face buried in his l hands to hide the sight of such sinful doings for his tortured eyes.
"It is time for us too," Hera said to Gary. "Well go beside the rock, a little out of the light and out of the way. You'll be the first mortal to know my "favors in nearly three-thousand years. I hope you're aware of the great honor being done you."
"I'm aware of the fact that I've got a hard-on a cat couldn't scratch," he told her, "and that you're the most voluptuous dish I've ever seen. More fucking and less talking is my motto." He ripped her robe from her body, not bothering with the knot that held it at one shoulder.
Hera giggled. "So Impulsive I Maybe that's why I like you, you disrespectful, Irish bum. Three-thousand years ago I was a slender and beautiful as Aphrodite, or even your black dancer. I'm afraid I've put on a little weight. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind. I dig heavy women. Now shut up and kiss me."
Her lips and her tongue set him aflame, yet still he delayed, savoring the sensual delights of her soft body. He plunged his face between the breasts that were like warm, living pillows, gnawing at the big, womanly nipples. He moved downward impulsively, biting and sucking at the flesh of her belly, running his tongue over the grease-smeared thighs. Her hips were writhing as though tortured by the searing flames of desire and she moaned with rapture as he forced her legs apart and bit at their unbelievably tender skin. Her vulva was large, hair-matted and reeking of musk from the body juices that bubbled and poured from the gaping cavern of her vagina but, when he would have dived head-first into that pink-fleshed wonderland, she pushed him away.
"No, no, Gary, not that! You mustn't, darling! would love it but you mustn't. There's a reason."
He was beyond reason. He hardly heard her. Intoxicated by her rank, overpowering scent, he avoided her protective hand and found the coral-colored, convoluted, membranous flesh with thirsty lips.
"No!" she cried again, trying to squirm away from him and then, as his tongue touched her clitoris, she sighed and abruptly relaxed. "Go ahead, honey," she murmured, "To hell with it! Do it, lover! Do it!"
Gary did it. He drank long and deeply at the well of her passion, then sprang up and mounted her, slamming himself into her with all of his power. His mouth, still wet with her juices, made contact with her lips and clung there. He sucked at her tongue as he drove deeper and deeper into her body. She climaxed almost immediately and so did he but that was only the beginning. They came again and again and again, over and over and always in perfect unison.
She was more than he had anticipated. She was a goddess and he had thought of her only a kind of supernymph and now he was learning that she was full of strange and wonderful powers that demonstrated themselves in ways he had not even imagined. He was experiencing lust magnified a million times and dimly, he wondered how his mortal mind and body could stand the strain of the hellfire of passion in which he burned like a blazing torch. His awareness of her flesh was so stepped-up that any tiniest part of it he touched seemed, to his fevered brain, as desirable in itself as the sum of the bodies of all the woman he had ever known. The strange fantasy possessed him that he was making love, not to a woman but to the earth itself, that the world had turned into a gigantic, beautiful, female thing and that he, expanded to billions of times his former size, was probing its boiling depths while embracing its strong, white limbs.
So far out of his mind was he, so transported by the passion-induced madness of the mighty forces that welled and subsided, only to return again and again with ever greater strength, that he gave no thought to the miracle that was taking place. To insure being able to perform at his peak with Hera, he had planned to bring a bottle of Tetha's special drugged wine to the feast, but he had forgotten it. He was having a continuous orgasm without the aid of the powerful, aphrodisiac!
It was Hera who gave up first. "I guess I'm not as young as I used to be," she admitted, "and you're just too much, lover. But I'll say this for you, no man or god has ever given me greater pleasure."
"And I'm sure no woman, no goddess, could ever match you as a bed partner," Gary responded gallantly when he had been able to jerk himself back from the strange universe into which the act of love with her had propelled him. "Tell me, though, why didn't you want me to kiss your pussy? That's the best part of love play and after sitting there staring at your beautiful cunt all evening, I couldn't have kept my tongue out of it if my life had depended on it."
She regarded him with a strange, almost frightened look in her eyes. "By Zeus! I'd forgotten for a moment that it happened. Oh, what I've done! No, I don't think I'll tell you... not yet at least, although I suppose you'll find out sooner or later. don't know what Zeus will do to me when he finds out. Oh, well it's done now and it can't be changed... not ever, so to hell with him. I'm glad, Gary."
Gary shook his head, puzzled. "I don't get it. He knows damn well we're over here on this side of the rock, fucking up a storm, so what difference could it possibly make to him if I go down on you a little?"
"You don't understand, honey. Forget it for now, it's better you don't know."
He shrugged and bent to her breasts, sucking one of the nipples into his mouth and tracing its outline with his tongue as his hand prowled her belly and her thighs.
"Oh, yes! Yes, lover!" she implored him.
*** Another hour had passed and the two of them were again resting when they became conscious of voices nearby.
"You keep calling yourself an old woman," Sol was saying argumentatively, "and I keep telling you it ain't true, Maud. About your hair being gray how could I care less? Inside you're young and beautiful. I never knew a woman so beautiful inside like you, Maud."
"You're sweet, Sol," they heard Maud reply, "but there is no point in kidding ourselves. I wish I could be young again, just for you, Sol."
Hera gripped Gary's hand. "Now listen carefully," she whispered in Gary's ear. "This is a night for miracles and I think another is about to happen. What those two don't know is that the rock they're sitting on was once outside the temple of the Oracle at Delphi and has some remarkable qualities. We had it brought up here when the temple fell into disuse."
"Who cares?" Sol was saying stubbornly. "To me you're young and pretty and I'm going to kiss you."
There was a long silence and then a stifled scream of bewilderment and joy.
"Sol! Look at yourself, Sol! Your hair isn't white anymore and the lines in your face... I Sol, darling, you're a young man!"
"I wouldn't believe it only I'm looking at you and you should see yourself, Maud. Why, honey, you ain't over seventeen! It's wonderful and I hope it lasts. You're as pretty as Lani... or... or Aphrodite! Maude, take that robe off. I want to see both your breasts... your body. I want we should make love."
"Yes, yes, Sol! Take yours off too. Oh! Let me touch it, Sol. I've never held one in my hands before. It's so beautiful, so white, so long, so strong and hard. Yes, please put it in me. What is the word these young people use? Fuck? Yes, that's it. Fuck me, Sol."
"What do you mean "young people'? We're young people too, now. We're even teenagers now ain't that something? I'm going to fuck you all night tonight and every night from now on. Maybe in the daytimes too, even."
Gary looked at Hera, grinning. For the first time he thought he was beginning to understand her. "You big fake," he said fondly. "That was a cock and bull yarn you just handed me about that rock, wasn't it? You did that for them. You did it with your magic. Now tell the truth."
Hera looked embarrassed. "Well, I might have helped a little."
He kissed her. "You are the sweetest old phony I've ever known. You've got a reputation for being a very wicked goddess, a mean, treacherous bitch and all the time you're really a tender-hearted sentimentalist. Come on, admit it."
Hera squirmed uncomfortably and actually blushed. "You won't tell anyone? Please, Gary? If Zeus ever finds out what a softy I am, the old bastard will make life miserable for me."
"Okay, I'll keep your secret. But I want you to know I think you're the most... really the absolute most."
She smiled happily. "Are you trying to say you love me?"
"Of course I love you. How could I help it?"
"As much as you love your black girl?"
Gary hesitated. "As much only different. If you weren't a goddess and I a mortal and if you weren't married, Poppy might have some real competition."
"Nice of you to put it that way, Gary, but what you mean is that you love me and you're in love with her. I know the difference. You should be with her tonight instead of me. She looked awfully lonesome."
He explained the circumstances and the barbaric attitude still prevalent on Earth concerning the mingling of the races.
Hera sighed. "Mortals are certainly slow to learn. We've sent many teachers among them. So what do they do to them? They either crucify them, or kill them with scorn. I could help you with her, Gary. I'd be cutting my own throat to do it but I love you so much I want you to be happy. You haven't even begun to see what I can do with my magic."
"Thanks, Doll," Gary said, "but I'd rather you didn't pull any of your tricks on Poppy. I've got to win her the hard way and then I'll know I've really earned her."
"You're very wise," she told him. "I'm sorry for her but I'm selfish enough to be glad I can have you tonight and for a little while yet. Please make love to me again, Gary." She laughed. "I don't know what's come over me. Imagine me, the Earth Mother, Hera, Goddess of All, saying 'please' and actually begging you to accept the favor of my body!"
"You needn't beg," he told her. "Put your hand on it. See what I mean? When I'm with you I have permanent erection."
He mounted her then and their love-making was not as it had been before. Much of the animal lust was gone from it, replaced by a passionate tenderness even more mind-expanding than its forerunner, for they had gone deeper into the experience of love with each other than either of them knew.
When she was at last again exhausted, they slept, he with his hand pillowed between her breasts, she with her hand on his penis.
Apollo's chariot, the sun, rose above the distant horizon and spread a rosy light softly over the scene of the night's feast. Naked bodies were sprawled everywhere amidst the evidence of the eating, drinking and debauching that had worn away the long hours of moonlight. Only on top of the rock by the temples steps was there movement.
"Do it to me again, Sol," Maud murmured languidly.
CHAPTER NINE
Gary was the first of the revelers to awaken. He stirred and sat up, gently disengaging Hera's hand from his genitals. In the uncompromising light of dawn she was somewhat less than beautiful. Her long hair was tangled about her face. Her mouth was open and she snored gently, her plump legs flung wide, the evidence of his love-making matted and congealed in the crinkly wool of her crotch. He nevertheless regarded her very fondly. So what if she did, on this morning after the night before, look a bit like the great-grandmother of all whores? She was still, he thought, the most magnificent female creature he had ever known. He bent and lightly kissed one flaccid nipple, then rose and looked around.
What a shambles! He supposed the nymphs would have the job of cleaning up the mess and he didn't envy them the chore. He glanced at the top of the rock beside which he had slept with Hera. Maud and Sol had finally succumbed to slumber. But what a different couple they were! Her nude body was seductively curved and even after a night of love-making, looked young and beautiful. Gone were the steel-rimmed glasses and the gray hair. Sol was a handsome youth of nineteen, his body well-muscled, his strong, Jewish features strikingly handsome. Gary wondered what rationalization Matthew Hayes would use to explain the miracle of their rejuvenation.
He turned away from the temple and the scene of the night's revels, feeling the urge to leave the city and wander among the pleasant fields of the valley. He walked through the silent streets until he came to the edge of the town, climbed a low stone fence and strolled by a small stream that burbled and gurgled its way over stones that its passage had been polishing for a million years. He found a grassy mound on the bank of the stream under a grove of poplar trees and sat down to contemplate the sun-dappled pattern of the flowing water. Idly enchanted by a golden-winged dragonfly that wove its way in endless, darting flight, he surrendered to the somnolence of droning bees and the soft song of the breeze through the tall grass of the field behind him.
He had been there only a little while when he heard someone speak his name. He looked up to see Lani standing there, her brown body nude and glowing in the sunlight.
"I followed you out from town," she said. "May I sit with you, Gary?"
"Of course. Here, lean against me and let me put an arm around you. Why so sad, little one? Didn't Naguyet make love to you last night?"
She nodded. "I suppose you could call it that. He disappointed me. I practically had to force him to do it and then it wasn't any good. Funny that I've been so much in love with him for so long and now that I've got him, I don't want him. Gary, did you notice what a weak chin he has? He should have kept his beard after all." She took Gary's hand from her waist and lifted it to her breasts. He fondled the warm, taut-skinned globe and felt her stir in his arms.
"Lani," he said reflectively. "It's a beautiful name. It means 'Heaven' in Hawaiian, doesn't it? But you're only a child, sweetheart. Should you be offering yourself to a sinful, old reprobate like me?"
She looked up at him, her dark eyes innocent and trusting yet somehow wise with the ancient, intuitive, woman's wisdom of her race. "You like to pretend to be worse than you are," she accused him. "You're really the nicest man I know. It's true that I'm a child but that's just the half of me that's white. The Hawaiian half is a woman and the woman half of me wants to be made love to and not by some dumb, fumbly boy either. There just has to be more to sex than what I had with him last night. He acted like he was afraid he'd get his nasty, little pecker dirty by putting it in me and he kept talking about my soul, when what I really wanted to hear was how pretty my boobies are. Do you think I have pretty boobies, Gary?"
"I've never seen any that were prettier," he told her honestly. "I thought you were just being a tease when you kissed me there in the plaza."
"No. I ran because I wanted you to chase me. If you had, I'd have conveniently stumbled. I was sorry it had to be Naguyet who was first with me. Kiss me now, Gary. Please!"
He touched her full lips with his and experienced an unexpected thrill. He was learning that kissing Lani was the equivalent of grabbing a bare, electric wire. He dropped his face to the sunwarmed breasts while his hand sought her hips and her thighs. He discovered that her limbs were remarkably smooth and free of body hair, yet the patch of black at her crotch was thick and luxurious. He touched the moist, eager vulva and she writhed with sudden passion.
"Hurry, Gary!" she implored. She had wriggled under him and was pulling him down on top of her. "Put it in me. I want all of it... every bit... just as far up in me as it will go. Fuck me hard but do it sweet and lovingly. I need to be loved."
His erection, already dripping in lustful anticipation, he entered her and sensing her need, he pushed it slowly, powerfully and ruthlessly into the tight, hot orifice, hearing her gasps of pain but knowing she didn't want him to stop. When it was firmly bedded within her, he began doing it to her with deliberate disregard for her so recently lost virginity. She groaned and moaned, clawing at him and flinging her head from side to side as though she could hardly bear the pain or the size of him, or the determination with which he was assaulting her, but still she lifted her hips, straining for more.
To Gary's surprise, she achieved an orgasm readily and with great force, going wild under him, her heels drumming at his thighs and her little fists beating at his back. He too reached a climax and was both pleased and amazed to find that his erection not only failed to diminish but, if anything, grew harder. He withdrew from her, turned her limp body over and lifted her hips so that she was in a kneeling position, her head pillowed on her arms and her buttocks elevated. He again entered her, the new angle of approach enabling him to go even deeper into her. He thrust rapidly in and out with brutal abandon, the head of his penis probing her inner organs and bumping the mouth of her womb with every passage. She moaned with ecstatic pleasure as he reached under with one hand to locate her clitoris and massage it vigorously, causing her to have one orgasm after another.
How marvelous, he thought. He blessed Tetha for having added some magic to her drugged wine that had apparently made its effects permanent. This he believed to be the only possible explanation for the miraculous expansion of his sexual powers while with Hera and again with Lani.
"I just can't do it anymore, Gary," she said at last, so he reluctantly withdrew from the now sloppy and semen-soaked hole and lay beside her on the grass, holding her in his arms and kissing her tenderly while she clung to him, limp and exhausted but content. "I had no idea it was like this," she said, her voice tremulous with residual emotion, "or how wonderful it can be afterward to lie here feeling so thoroughly and completely used." She laughed a shaky, little laugh. "Well, I can no longer complain about not having been well fucked! Will you do this to me again sometime?"
"Anytime," he assured her. "But, now that you've had an introduction to it, I expect you'll want to try some of the gods. Apollo really digs you. He said so last night."
"I dig him too but he couldn't be any better than you. I'd fall in love with you if you'd let me but I know it's Poppy you really want and I think you've also got a big crush on Hera, so I'll just have to be satisfied with having you when you're not busy with someone else. Listen. What is that? Isn't it beautiful?"
Gary listened. "Someone playing on a flute. You're right, Lani; it's lovely."
"Thank you," a voice said behind them. "The two things that turn me on most of all are an appreciative audience and a pretty girl and here I have both."
They looked around to see a strange man standing waist-deep in the tall grass. His torso was perfectly proportioned, rippling with muscle. His merry, ugly face was like no face they had ever seen. The eyes were large and long, being almost shaped and slanted, the ears sharply pointed. From the tight curls on either side of his head grew short horns. He grinned at them. "I'm sorry I missed the party last night. I was on Earth with a bunch of crazy cats doing some rock and roll numbers."
"You're Pan!" Gary and Lani cried in unison.
He bowed, giving them a mocking smile. "Nice to be recognized by my public. And which of the gods are you?" he asked Gary. "I thought I knew them all but you see I spent most of my time in the Elysian Fields so I must have missed you somehow."
"Oh, I'm not a god," Gary corrected him. "I'm just a mortal; sort of a special guest of Father Zeus."
Pan regarded him with an arched eyebrow and a look of disbelief in his slanted eyes. Then he laughed merrily. "Okay, so you're just a mortal. Don't worry. I won't spoil your game, old buddy. I frequently use that cover myself when I want to make out with an Earth chick. May I join you two? I warn you, however, I'll try to take your girl friend away from you. Most gorgeous bit of stuff I've seen in the last five-thousand years."
"Be my guest," Gary invited. "She's not really my girl, just a very close friend but I'll only allow you to steal her with the understanding that I be allowed to borrow her back once in a while."
"Agreed," Pan replied instantly, "and I might even throw in a few nymphs on the deal just to show what an honest fellow I really am." He stepped forward out of the grass and they saw that, from the waist down, he had the shaggy thighs and delicately slender, lower legs of a goat. He walked daintily toward them on small, cloven hooves. "Surprised?" he asked Lani. "You're such a sweet little girl, I think I'll let you pet my fur while I play for you."
Memory of an old legend was stirring in Gary's mind. "If you listen to his music you're lost," he warned Lani. "He uses the flute to make girls fall in love with him and follow him to the Elysian Fields where they become nymphs."
"I think I'm lost anyway," Lani- murmured dreamily. She was gazing at Pan with a look of total rapture.
The goat-man sat down on the bank of the creek and placed the reed flute to his lips. Piercingly sweet the music came, the thin notes dancing like dust motes on the morning sunlight. Lani put her hand on his thigh, stroking the curly, goat hair and as Gary watched, there was a stirring in Pan's crotch and something red began to emerge. Slowly and steadily it grew, extending to a remarkable length and achieving a formidable girth. It was like a dark hose, from the end of which protruded a red, pointed tongue.
"I wondered where you kept it," Lani said as her hand grasped it and began to move in rhythm with the rising and falling notes of the flute.
Seeing that his presence was no longer required, Gary rose to his feet and started back toward town.
They were not aware of his going.
He paused some distance away and looked back All he could see above the grass was Lani's pretty, brown knees, between them the twitching, bobbing stubby tail of a goat.
Upon reaching the temple he observed that someone had cleaned up the mess from the night before and while ascending the steps, he encountered Apollo.
"Hi, Gary," Apollo said, grinning. "Some party, eh?"
"It was great," Gary agreed. "How did you like Eunice?"
"Swell! And Claire and Janice. After you disappeared behind the rock with Hera, we had a switch party going. But the one I really wanted was the brown beauty from Hawaii. Where did she get away to? I've been looking for her all morning in fact."
"Sorry," Gary told him, "but I'm afraid you're too late. She met Pan and listened to his music."
"Why, that sneaky, little bastard!" Apollo cursed, his normally pleasant face darkening with anger. Then he laughed. "Oh, well, Pan will get tired of her after awhile. At least he'll make a nymph out of her so she'll be around for another million years or so. I'll get her yet. Say, do you think I could trade one or two of these other mortal chicks for her?"
"I don't know," Gary said doubtfully. "Maybe, after he gets bored with her a little you might offer him Eunice and Claire. But why don't you go down to the Elysian Fields and ask him to share her with you? He seems like a pretty good guy."
"Say, that's a darned good idea, Gary. You haven't seen the Fields yet yourself, have you? Let's get up a party and go down there soon. We'll take some of the other chicks along. Give us more bargaining power, eh? How about it?"
"Not Poppy Smith," Gary replied firmly. "I don't want him to get his hands on her."
Apollo chuckled. "Don't blame you. She's in love with you, you know. She told me so last night when I tried to make out with her. But watch out for Ares. He really turns on for Poppy and he's determined to lay her."
"If he touched her I'll kick his damned ass so far up around his nose he'll smell nothing but shit for all of eternity," Gary threatened darkly.
Apollo laughed. "I believe you would at that. Are you looking for Hera? She's in her room and now's a good time for you to make out with her again. Zeus has got a new lover and he'll be too busy to worry about what she does for awhile."
"Matter of fact, it was Zeus I was looking for," Gary said. "We were supposed to discuss some business after the party. When I get through with him, maybe I'll call on Hera."
"Oh, I see. Just go right down the hall and turn to your left. You can't miss it. See you around, Gary and don't forget our trip to Pan's domain. By the way, congratulations. You must have made a favorable impression on Father Zeus."
"Congratulations for what?" Gary asked, puzzled.
Apollo arched an eyebrow at him just as Pan had done. In fact, they both did it so expertly that Gary wondered if the two of them had been watching a lot of George Sanders movies lately.
"Is it possible," Apollo asked, "that you really don't know? Oh, I say that's rich! Why it shows all over you so plainly that anyone can see it... everyone but you apparently. Oh, brother!" He slapped his thigh and laughed heartily. "This is the best one I've heard in a millenium. Wait until I tell Artemis and Eros and the others!" He hurried off, his laughter lingering behind him as he went.
"Nice people, these gods," Gary muttered, "but I sometimes think they all belong on the funny farm."
He found Zeus in a large, overly decorated room, the walls of which were hung with a very odd collection of trophies. There were maces, battle axes, what appeared to be the wing of a small aircraft, a human thigh bone to which clung shreds of dried meat, a stuffed snake, a ship's mast, a Maori warrior's shield and suspended from a rafter, a huge, rubber condom.
Zeus was entertaining a guest. Richard Sifton sat at a table. He was stuffing himself with a barbecued pork and yams. He looked at Gary, blushed and returned to his lunch. Zeus, stretched on a couch, was watching with benign approval.
"Sorry," Gary excused himself. "I thought maybe you'd be ready to talk business but I see you have company."
"Company shit! Richard isn't company. He's just my new concubine. I'm trying to fatten him up a little and then he ought to be pretty good stuff, if I can get him nice and fat. I've already tried him out and he's got a good, tight asshole. Put a little fat around it and he'd be a better fuck than that cute, little wife of his."
"Is this what you want?" Gary asked Sifton.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Sifton replied haughtily, his blush deepening.
Zeus roared with laughter. "Does he wants it! That was how he woke me up this morning, playing with my cock. He's been as queer as a three-dollar bill all his life only he didn't know it until he came here. He's a natural born... " Zeus stopped in mid-sentence to stare at Gary. "Hey," he exclaimed, "what the hell's happened to you, Gary? Come here and let me get a closer look at you. "Great balls of Uranus! How the Hades did this happen? That damned Hera must have done it. The lousy bitch! She knows the rules against this sort of thing. Wait'll I get my hands on her, the slut!"
Zeus was howling with rage, his face purple and every whisker of his red beard standing straight out, trembling with fury.
"Now just a papyrus-picking minute," Gary yelled back at him. "What the hell are you shouting about? You're all nuts. First Pan and then Apollo and then you. You take one look at me and then accuse me of something I don't know anything about. Will you, for Christ's sake, quit howling like a berserk baboon and tell me what the beef is?"
Zeus stared at him, lower jaw sagging in surprise. "You mean," he stammered, "that you honestly don't... you don't... Well, by the cruddy cunt of Rhea and the clappy cock of Cronus, if this isn't something!" He suddenly went off into gales of laughter, roaring as loudly as though he had turned into a lion. He laughed so hard he fell off of the couch and lay there, helpless from his own mirth. At last he sat up, weakly holding his stomach.
"I don't know what this is all about," Gary said, "but you leave Hera alone. I don't give a shit if she is your wife, you do anything to hurt her and I'll stuff you up your own asshole."
Zeus again went into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Stop it, Gary," he begged brokenly, "you're killing me. Okay, I won't do anything to Hera. I won't even mention it to her if you say so. What the hell? She's busted the code all to hell and gone but, now that I think about it, I can't say I'm sorry. I'd rather have it be you than anyone I've ever known."
"Rather have it be me what?" Gary demanded.
Zeus shook his head. "Damned if I'm going to tell you. I'll let you find out for yourself. This is just too good to spoil by letting you in on the secret. What makes it so damned funny is that you're completely innocent of the whole thing and haven't the slightest idea what is going on."
Gary shrugged, pretending indifference. "Glad you find me so amusing but I still think the whole works of you belong in the loony bin. Now shall we get down to business?"
"Aw, not today, Gary. I'm still hung over from the party. Besides, I've got unfinished business. Haven't I, Richard?"
Richard lowered his eyes and simpered.
"Why don't you go see Hera?" Zeus suggested.
"You don't mind?"
"If you fuck her you mean? Hades no! You'll be doing me a big favor if you keep the old bag so busy she leaves me alone for awhile. Here it is almost noon and I haven't cornholed that lad more than ten or twelve times. Practically wasted half a day already. Go on now, like a good fellow and keep her occupied, will you?"
"It will be a pleasure," Gary said as he left the room. He found Hera in another part of the temple. Her hair was combed and she had her make-up on. It was obvious that she was waiting for him. Her plump arms went around him eagerly and he sank gratefully down into the luxurious, scented warmth of her soft flesh.
"I won't try to stop you if you want to suck it now, baby," she crooned to him. "The damage is already done and I'm glad of it."
But she wouldn't tell him what she meant.
CHAPTER TEN
Gary had been in Hera's chamber for three hours. They had made love countless times and in a variety of ways. He was still eager, but she had finally tired.
"Gary," she said, "there's one other thing I'd like to do, but only if you agree to it. I think it would be fun."
"Anything you say. I can't imagine any kind of sex with you that wouldn't be fun."
"Well, this isn't exactly sex. It's more just playing around. How would you like it if I caused you to shrink to, oh, say, about half the size of my thumb? You could run around all over my body. Now don't be alarmed. It wouldn't be permanent, of course. I'll be very careful with you. Please, Gary."
He thought that it was a crazy idea, but that it would also be a remarkable experience and he found saying "no" to her, when she was in one of her sweet moods, to be impossible.
He had no sooner agreed than he felt himself falling as from a great height. He fell past a billowing cloud of pinkish white. Then he landed and realized that it had been no cloud at all but had been Hera's torso and that he was now bouncing about on the vast, rubbery expanse of her belly. An enormous hand swam into his field of vision, picked him up very gently and deposited him on a soft, rosy pinnacle at the peak of a mountain and he realized it as one of her nipples. The perfect cone of another mountain rose nearby and directly above him loomed a great, red cliff that he knew to be her smiling lips. They parted to reveal the snow-white pillars of her teeth. He had no sensation of being small. Instead, it seemed to him that she had swiftly grown to hundreds of times her normal size.
He essayed to dismount from the nipple, lost his footing on the smooth, rounded surface and began to slide. "Wheel" he cried with delight as he shot downward, picking up speed like a toboggan on a steep hillside. He landed, unhurt, on the soft flesh of her middle and still unable to stop himself, tumbled into the crater of her navel. She was laughing, the sound a distant rumble, but the action caused the surface under him to heave and toss like the sea in a storm. Choosing a moment of relative calm, he made a dash for the forest of her pubic hair, reached it and clung desperately to a stalk that was taller than he.
She seemed content to let him explore in any direction, so he began the long climb down through the hair, only forced to stop and hang on tightly once when she bent her legs and spread her thighs. This nearly leveled her vulva, enabling him to negotiate the small canyons of crinkled, moist flesh with ease. He found her clitoris, a hump under her skin that was a third of his own height. Joyfully, he flung himself onto it, bouncing on the resilient flesh as he would have bounced on a trampoline. Like a vast wind blowing, he heard her sigh of pleasure but he decided to desist before she could have an orgasm, for it occurred to him that, in her ecstasy, she might forget his presence and clamp her legs together and that would certainly be the end of him.
He moved lower, slipping and sliding on the wet, slimy flesh. At last he paused on hands and knees to peer into a gaping, pink cavern. It was a wonderland, a dark cave of coral-hued walls. Impulsively he entered. It was barely large enough for him to stand erect but its floor was not stable enough for him to be able to maintain his balance. He knew that Hera was hardly breathing in her attempt to keep her body still for him but quivers and spasms ran through it nevertheless. He crawled in on hands and knees, passing the dripping stalactites and stalagmites of pink flesh until he crouched under the inverted dome of the womb itself and saw the narrow opening above him in a manner no man had ever before seen it.
Strange thoughts were whirling through his mind. He felt both reverential and silly, frivolous and awed. He did not realize that the scent of her body musk had made him literally drunk. He was a man who adored women, who loved them, not only for their bodies, but for the fact that they were women. He loved their company, their voices, the sound of high heels on pavement, the looks and the feel of them. And there he was, at the very center of the being of one of the loveliest of them all, able to enter the chapel that was the life giving chalice of humanity and to worship there, not only with part of his own body but with all of it. In an excess of euphoria, he kissed the vagina wall, the mouth of the womb and sucked up mouthfuls of the perfumed elixir that oozed profusely all about him.
Acting on impulse, he lay on his back and thrust his penis up into the slit that was the opening to the womb. Working his hips, he made love to her that way, having orgasm after orgasm as he writhed on the floor of her tunnel, nearly submerged in a scented pool of her body juices.
At last he felt a slow and careful tightening of the vagina walls and his tiny body was extruded by her, forced out into the brightness of the room.
Hera lowered her legs very carefully and Gary found himself in the deep, smooth-sided crevasse caused by the pressing together of her thighs. Using hair stalks to pull himself up, he again mounted to her clitoris and perching on it, wrapped his legs around it and rode it like it was a bucking bronco, unafraid now to cause her to climax. She did and in the process, gave him the wildest ride of his life.
"Back to full size now, darling," he heard her whisper and her whisper was like the roar of a distant hurricane. In that instant, he was again lying beside her, soaking wet from his recent immersion.
"You need a bath," she told him. "You smell like pussy."
"I may never bathe again," he replied, "except in you. Hera, that was wonderful. I went inside and wanted never to come out. Did you know I screwed you in the womb?"
"You rascal. Suppose I have a baby now? Goodness sakes! Why, I haven't had a baby for ages! I hope I do. I hope it's a boy who'll grow up to be just like you and go around screwing all the goddesses and the mortal women too."
"You won't sue me for child support?"
"Of course not. What silly customs mortals have. You must forget that ridiculous way of living. Our way is better. Make love to me once more and then run along. I haven't had my afternoon nap yet."
When he left her chamber he wandered about until he found one of the many public baths, took a brief swim and feeling refreshed, began to search for an exit from the temple. He had traveled through many of the seemingly endless corridors before he was willing to admit that he was lost.
"They ought to have road signs in this place," he muttered as he tried another door he hoped would lead to the outside. It only opened into another bed chamber. He was on the point of closing it again when his eye was caught by the sight of white, naked flesh. A girl lay sleeping on the couch, her back to him, the half-moons of her buttocks presented to his interested gaze. Fascinated, he silently entered the room and walked around the couch to get a better look at her. It was Aphrodite.
The goddess was, supposedly, the most beautiful of all women and although he privately considered either Poppy or Lani her equals and Hera, while not quite as perfect, sexier, still he was willing to admit that she was a glorious sight with her shimmering blonde hair, her exquisitely molded torso, rounded hips and full, ripe thighs.
Dropping his robe from his shoulders, he cautiously lowered himself to the couch behind her and reached around to grasp one of the beautiful breasts while, at the same time, finding the opening of her vagina and thrusting himself boldly into her.
Aphrodite awoke with a startled gasp. "You've got a hell of a nerve!" she snarled, trying to free her arms around his grasp and kicking viciously at him with her long, lovely legs. Gary had never raped a girl and had not intended to rape Aphrodite. He had supposed she would respond happily to his love-making. But, once he had entered her, he began almost immediately to climax and couldn't bring himself to withdraw. Also, there was something about the fact that she was resisting him that set him aflame with even greater desire. He was a strong man and he held her firmly while he did it to her not once but over and over.
He ignored her screaming and cursing and futile struggles as he continued his assault on her and was not even aware that a third person had rushed into the room. It was not until he heard the words, "Die, mortal!" screamed at him that he looked up in time to see a bronze-tipped spear being thrust at him. He had not time to avoid the blow and felt a searing pain as the sharp point punctured his skin and passed between his ribs.
"So this is how it is to die?" he thought. Then, as the spear was jerked free and thrust at again, he lost both his objectivity and his temper. Jumping to his feet, his dripping penis still arching up stiffly from his body, he faced his assailant, Ares, God of War.
"Stab me while I'm getting a little, will you?" he shouted in his rage and snatching the spear from the hands of Ares, he snapped its shaft over his knee and flung the pieces across the room. He un-leased a savage right that connected with Ares under the left eye. The war god staggered backward and fell to the floor where he lay, staring in wide-eyed surprise at the one who had felled him.
"Who asked you to butt in anyway?" Aphrodite snarled at him. "Can't a girl even get raped in her own bedchamber without some smart-assed punk of a god interfering? Now get the Hades out of here and don't come back unless you're invited."
"But I thought... " Ares stammered. Then he leaped to his feet and fled just in time to avoid a jug of wine that Aphrodite hurled at him with more enthusiasm than accuracy.
"Are you all right?" she asked anxiously, turning to Gary, her blue eyes suddenly tender and solicitous.
"Oddly enough, yes," he replied gazing down in disbelief at his unmarked chest. "Damned strange thing, though. I could have sworn he punctured me with that frog sticker of his but I seem to be okay now."
"Of course you are," Aphrodite reassured him. "Ares obviously hasn't heard yet or he wouldn't have tried such a silly stunt."
"Hasn't heard what?"
She giggled. "Never mind. Now where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. You were about to rape me for the fifth time and I was planning to bite your wrist, or maybe I was going to kick you in the nuts. Anyway, shall we get back to it?"
"I'd really much rather you didn't kick me in the nuts," he told her earnestly. "I have a kind of thing about being booted in the balls. Otherwise, all's fair. Mind your guard now." With that he lunged at her, caught her by her long hair and pulled her back down to the couch. She bit, scratched and kicked like a demented person, but he wrestled her down and ignoring her flailing fist and feet, again forced himself into her. He bent his head to take one of her pink nipples in his mouth and she bit him on the neck. In return, he sank his teeth into the firm, sweet flesh and thoroughly relished her scream of pain.
As though the exchange of bites had been the signal for total abandonment of the rules of polite rape, they began battering at each other in earnest. She got her claws into the side of his head and nearly ripped his left ear off and he hit her on the jaw hard enough to have broken the neck of a mortal woman.
Gary was having an almost continuous orgasm and so was Aphrodite, each climax seeming to drive her to new heights of fury and blood-thirstiness. After another hour had passed, they more nearly resembled the victims of a horrible accident than lovers. When they finally took time to rest, however, the signs of the near massacre vanished, leaving no scars.
"This is the craziest place," Gary said in wonder. "A doctor or a druggist would starve to death here. Must be something in the atmosphere here that promotes instant healing. But I really dig it, doll and sex with you is really groovy. Is this the only way you like it... with violence?"
"You started it," she reminded him, "by coming in here raping me while I was asleep. You're a dirty old man. I'm not particular how I get sex, or from whom, just as long as I get it. I haven't been getting much lately. Hera won't let me do it with Zeus anymore, not since Eros was born and she found out who his papa was. I have another son named Hermaphroditus. I don't suppose you've met him. He's as ugly as Eros is beautiful and he has the largest cock of any god or mortal. He's official gardener and takes care of all farming and stock raising. Hera doesn't think I should do it with Hermaphroditus just because he's my son but I sneak out to the barns once in a while and have a roll in the hay with him."
Even Gary was slightly shocked, although incest seemed a common practice on Olympus. "Do you make love with Eros, too?"
"Certainly. I hope you don't think a nice boy like Eros would let his mama suffer for want of a little loving. He has a way of putting it in me and then fluttering those golden wings that is so refreshing. Don't be narrow-minded, Gary. You're as bad as Hera. And she should talk. After all, the old bag is Zeus's sister as well as his wife."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not. Ares is my brother but I let him screw me sometimes when he's being nice, which isn't often. The nasty bastard prefers his other sister, Eris. You'll probably never see-her. He keeps her hidden in some secret part of the temple because he's very jealous about her. She's the Goddess of Trouble and Strife and she causes all the wars on Earth so Ares will have something to amuse himself with from time to time."
"Most of the time," Gary corrected her. "The bitch has sure been busy lately. I must say you're a pretty amoral bunch up here. No wonder that poor old Reverend Hayes is about to blow his mind."
"We've had to be," Aphrodite said, running her fingers lightly up and down the shaft of his penis. "Thousands of years ago, when this was a real, swinging place, there were a lot more of us and we had frequent visitors. Lately, all we can do is screw around with each other. I'm so glad you joined us. Will you fuck me again? We don't have to fight this time, although that was fun, wasn't it?"
"Sure it was but let's do it sweet and nice for a change." He rolled over on top of her and she eagerly spread her thighs for him.
"Do you think I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen?" she asked as he slid into her.
"All women are beautiful to me," he replied evasively.
"Why you son of a bitch!" she snarled and bit his nose so hard the blood ran.
"Damned she-cat!" he cursed and slapped her face so hard her head snapped to one side of the pillow. They were at it again, trying earnestly to murder each other and yet never missing a stroke of his penis or an orgasm.
It was late afternoon when Aphrodite guided Gary to the door of the temple. "Come back and play with me again soon," she urged him. "That was fun." He promised that he would.
Out of curiosity, he walked around the temple, the circumnavigation taking an hour. At the rear of it, he saw the stables and went toward them. Aphrodite's description of her ugly son, Hermaphroditus intrigued him. He entered the cool, twilight world of the huge building, the animal odors and the scent of hay taking him back in memory to his childhood on an Iowa farm. He passed stalls of great noble stallions that whinnied at him pleasantly and he strolled among the fat cattle that regarded him with soulful eyes, but he saw no sign of any living creature other than animals. He was passing a stall set off by itself when a low, throaty voice spoke to him from the darkness.
"Were you looking for someone, sir?" it asked politely.
Gary whirled around, puzzled to see no one in the passageway with him.
"Over this way." The voice was a soft chuckle.
He looked inside the stall, the top doors of which were open and none of the wonders he had beheld on Olympus had quite prepared him for what he now saw. He was being regarded by a creature of fantastic beauty. Its body was vaguely that of a horse but much more delicately and artfully shaped. The animal's coat was a rich, rippling brown as of high-grade mink. Its tiny hooves were, he saw, golden in color to match the golden mane. The head was finely drawn, more like an elongated head of a deer than of a horse. From the forehead rose a single horn, also golden. It arched gracefully to a sharp point and was twisted along its length like a cornucopia.
"Yes," the animal said, smiling with faint amusement, "you may really believe your eyes, Gary O'Hare. I am the fabled unicorn of legend."
"You know my name?" Gary asked inanely.
The unicorn laughed gently. "I know a great deal about you, my friend. I know, for instance, that when you were a boy you read the stories about me and you pored over the pictures some artist had done of me in your story book. You believed in me because you wanted so much to believe. You were eight when a miserable, dull worm of a woman, a teacher in your school, told you I was only a legend, a fairy story. You cried then for the loss of your beautiful unicorn and for the end of your childhood. She was nearly right at that. It had been so long since anyone had believed in me that I was fading fast. Your trust, your faith and your tears gave me a new lease on life, another thousand years or so."
"I remember," Gary told the unicorn, leaning on the half-door of the stall, "but I don't understand."
"No, of course you don't. You see, it's this way; all of us here on Olympus, or in any of the other magic places, exist only at the sufferance of humanity. In the old days, when everyone believed and when the gods were worshipped, Olympus flourished. Prayers, beliefs... they rise like a life-giving stream that gives nourishment and strength to us who dwell here. I am no exception. For several thousand years now, that stream has been reduced to the merest trickle. We have been kept going only to the very few, mostly children, who still believe. Now, with the advent of television and the death of the old books, there are new heroes, like Captain Marvel, Batman and a whole horde of space-helmeted legends in the making.
"It's inevitable that we, all of what you see here, must soon pass out of existence. That was why you were sent for, Gary, old friend. Zeus hasn't gotten around to explaining it to you yet but he will, although, in his fumbling way, he may not make much sense, so, I thought I'd better give you a bit of prior briefing. He and Hera think that you were their idea." The unicorn chuckled again. "Neither of them could ever get their minds off their genitals long enough to conceive of anything quite so sophisticated.
"I won't keep you any longer. If you were looking for Hermaphroditus, you'll find him in the hayloft."
"I'm glad to learn, at last, that you are really real," Gary said, "and that I helped a little to keep you going. I've been thinking right along that this was all just a very complex dream but talking to you has cleared it up in my mind. I'm sure now that this is the most genuine experience I've ever had. May I come back and visit with you sometime?"
"Please do," the unicorn said, a catch in his voice and Gary was touched to see a golden tear fall from the corner of one brown, softly-lashed eye.
Gary hurried off then, slightly embarrassed by this show of emotion but greatly impressed with the certainty that he had just met the most remarkable personality and the most intelligent creature on all of Olympus.
He found a ladder and climbed in to the hayloft. There, before him was a man, his nude body dark and misshapen, the coarse skin bulging with muscles. The man was half-turned to him but Gary was able to see a penis of such size and weight that he failed to understand how the ugly creature could \ walk without tumbling forward from the over-balancing effect of it. It was a repulsive weapon, scabrous, warty and obviously unclean, but it stood out as stiffly as the barrel of a cannon. From its loathsome head dribbled a steady stream of thick, yellow mucus.
On her back in the hay before Hermaphroditus, Janice Sifton was sprawled, her legs flung wide and a look of agonized desire twisting her pretty face. Her eyes were filmed with lust and her mouth worked convulsively.
"Do me again, Hermaphy," she was begging the grotesque, gargoyle-like man. "For god's sake, fuck me some more with that wonderful thing!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Standing near the top of the ladder, his head just above the level of the hay in the loft, Gary watched Janice have intercourse with Hermaphroditus. He could hardly believe that a young girl, so recently a virgin, would be able to accommodate that monstrously large penis, yet he saw that it went into her fairly enough, although not without considerable effort. That the act was accompanied by considerable pain was evident. She screamed repeatedly, her body writhing in agony, but between screams, she was imploring him to penetrate her even more deeply.
He was witnessing what seemed a physical impossibility, but was anything truly impossible on Olympus? Miracles were the order of the day and he supposed this to be merely another demonstration of the fact that here, in what his friend the unicorn had called "one of the magic places" anything could happen and was, indeed, even likely.
Having watched them complete the act several times, he tired of the spectator role, descended the ladder and walked back toward the city, reflecting that Janice would probably be seen by the rest of them only rarely after this. Having found a lover who suited her needs so admirably, it was to be expected that she would spend most of her time in the stables.
He returned to his quarters to find that he had a guest. The Reverend Matthew Hayes was waiting for him, his stern features drawn and white, his eyes mirroring grief and anxiety.
"Have you seen my daughter?" he asked, jumping up from the couch at Gary's entrance. "Do you know what has become of her? She's been missing since last night and no one knows where she's gone. In the name of God, O'Hare, if you know please tell me!"
Gary was filled with compassion for the older man and he considered what the kindest thing was that he could do. Should he lie to the distraught father? He decided against it. "Sit down again, Matthew," he said as gently as he could. "Yes, I know where Lani is and believe me, she is alive, well and happier than she's ever been."
"Oh, thank God!" Hayes cried brokenly as he sank back to the couch. "Tell me what has happened to her."
"Well," Gary said, "nothing very terrible. Lani has fallen in love with one of the gods and has gone away to live with him in a beautiful place called the Elysian Fields. She isn't lost to you, Matthew. You can visit her there, but before you do, you should understand several things. One is that you can only bring her sorrow by scolding her or by trying to force her to return with you. The other is that Lani has become one of the immortals. As such, life on Earth would be intolerable for her. Down through the ages she would have to watch friends and loved ones grow old and die while she remained forever young. Can you imagine what continuous heartbreak this would be for one as sweet and sentimental as your daughter? Where she now lives, she will know only eternal bliss. Can you unbend sufficiently from your strict and uptight conception of how things are to give her your blessing and to be happy for her?"
To Gary's surprise, Matthew's laughter resounded with bitter mockery. "Give her my blessing? Better that I should go to her on my knees and beg her forgiveness. This is of my own doing. It is the judgment of God upon me for my own wickedness." He sat hunched forward, hands clasped between his knees so tightly that the knuckles were pale from the strain. He stared at Gary, his eyes dark pools of self-loathing and misery.
"I don't dig it," Gary said. "You're a good man, even if you are a bit square and straight laced. Lani herself has told me what a fine man you are."
Matthew laughed again but with no mirth. "She never knew," he said hollowly. "No one ever knew. But God knew and now he is punishing me for my sin. I have scorned these creatures who call themselves gods, yet I am worse than the least of them. I will tell you the truth, Gary O'Hare and When I do, even you will turn from me in horror and disgust. I have loved Lani, but not as a father should love a daughter. Foul thing that I am, I have desired her physical body. Since her mother died, shortly after the child's fifteenth birthday, I have had to fight a constant battle against an overpowering lust to possess her. I've prayed by the hour for release from this consuming passion but my prayers have gone unanswered and now I reap the reward of my own iniquity. There, I've told you. Now call me whatever you will. I deserve any judgment you may make."
Impulsively, Gary put an arm around the older man's shoulders. "I'm not the one to judge you," he said, "nor is anyone else. Do you think you're the first father to have an incestuous yen for a beautiful daughter? Don't take it so hard. You may be a preacher but you're still a man and there's an old saying that a stiff prick has no conscience. I'm not going to call you any names. I think you're a great guy, just as I always have.
"Your trouble is, old buddy, that you've never learned to relax and accept the world and its blessings as God gave it to us. I shouldn't be quoting scripture to you but didn't He say something about wanting us to be happy, to be fruitful and to multiply and replenish the Earth?"
Matthew Hayes nodded. "Yes, He did say that, Is it possible that I've been wrong all along? Could it be that I've been so what you call 'uptight' that I've missed the message entirely?"
"Could be," Gary agreed cheerfully. "Look, Apollo and I and some of the others, are taking a trip to the Elysian Fields soon. Will you come along and see Lani? Will you tell her that she's a good kid and that you're happy for her?"
Matthew looked long and hard at Gary, his face softening and the strain fading from it. "Yes, Gary," he said earnestly, "yes, I will. And thank you for asking me. One of my worst mistakes has been in misjudging you. You're a better, finer, bigger man than I've ever been, although the Lord knows I don't deserve your friendship after the thoughts I've had about you and the way I've talked against you to Lani."
"Aw, forget it," Gary replied, grinning.
"You really think that all of this is real?" Matthew asked him anxiously.
"Realist thing we've ever experienced," Gary said with conviction. "You should talk to a friend of mine, a unicorn. I suspect he's the brains behind this whole show and it couldn't be in better hands... or hooves."
"A unicorn? Talk to a unicorn?"
"Yep. Nicest guy you'll ever meet. Say, I'm hungry and I'll bet you haven't eaten all day either. Let's ring for Tetha and get some grub sent in. Pull that bellcord, will you, Matty?"
The pretty nymph came in, took their orders and departed. She returned with two trays loaded with roast beef, yams, salad and glasses for the ever-present flagon of wine.
"I better tell you about this wine," Gary said. "It's a great specific for a case of over-inhibited personality."
"Sounds like just what I need," the minister replied and before Gary could explain further, tipped the glass and drained it.
They were still eating when Maud Barrow and Sol Green came into the room, arm in arm. They were nude, having abandoned their robes after their remarkable rejuvenation.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Reverend," Maud exclaimed in her girlish voice. "I didn't know you were here."
"That's all right," Matthew said. "I've gotten quite used to nudity. If you don't mind my saying so, your new bodies become you both."
"We don't mind at all," Maud replied, laughing. "I guess we're pretty proud of them and that's why we discarded the robes. Gary, we heard you were going to the Elysian Fields. We'd like to tag along."
"Of course. Everyone is invited and I was going to ask you anyway. Matty here has a special reason for going. His daughter is getting married there."
Maud clapped her hands, as thrilled as might have been expected from a young girl at the mention of an impending marriage. "How wonderful! Who is the bridegroom?"
"Oh, one of the gods," Gary said casually. He wasn't quite ready to break the news to Matthew that his prospective son-in-law had hooves and horns. The marriage bit was, in fact, a spur-of-the-moment fabrication that came readily to his public relations oriented mind. He would have to, he saw, get Pan to one side and convince the merry god that some kind of ceremony must be gone through for the sake of appearances. He even wondered if he might be able to talk Pan into wearing a pair of pants for the occasion and perhaps a hat to hide his horns.
They were discussing plans for the wedding when the Lady Claire and Eunice joined them.
"Hi, everybody," Eunice greeted. "A gathering of the clan, I see. Gary, where have you been all day?"
"He claims he's been out in the stables talking to a unicorn," Matthew Hayes said with a perfectly straight face. No one believed him, of course, but it made a good opening for a lively conversation.
When the party was at its height, Gary slipped from the room unnoticed. He went to Poppy Smith's quarters. She was asleep on her couch and he sat gently beside her, feasting his eyes on the polished, dark ivory of her thighs and the taut, swollen mounds of her beautiful breasts. The longing to kiss the sad, sweet mouth was nearly overpowering.
"Poppy," he whispered.
She opened her eyes, startled by his presence. Quickly she gathered her robe about her.
"Gary, why are you here?"
"You know why I'm here, honey. I've left you alone, just as you asked me to, but I can't stand much more of this. I love you, Poppy. There's going to be a wedding ceremony out at the Elysian Fields. I want us both to be there and to make it a double." Then he gave in to the impulse to kiss her, bending over and pressing his lips against hers, feeling the upthrust of her breasts against his chest.
She put her arms around his neck, drawing him tightly to her and returning his kiss with avidly tremulous lips and thirsty tongue. Abruptly she pushed him away, holding him at arm's length. "Oh, Gary!" she sobbed, her eyes filling with tears. "You shouldn't have done this. It isn't fair to sneak in on me when my defenses are down. Nothing has changed. I'm still black and you're still white. I'll never marry you, darling. Why do you torture us? Go on back to your other women and your goddesses."
"That's only sex. I need love too, Poppy. I need you."
She shook her head. "You have my love, you know that, but I can't be your wife. I love you too much to do that to you."
Gary sighed. "The most frustrating things a man can ever encounter is a woman who insists on being noble. Look, honey, let's face the truth. We're going to be here for the rest of our lives and no one here gives a damn about color. Sifton was the only one of our bunch who was prejudiced and he doesn't count anymore. Hera is making him into the juvenile and Zeus is fattening him up. He is nothing now but a male whore and an object of scorn and contempt. If we had to live on Earth, I'll admit you might have a point, although I'd argue with you all night about its validity. But we don't have to, not ever again. So what's your excuse now?"
"Just that I think you're wrong," she told him. "I don't believe they'll let us stay here all of our lives. I guess I'm just chicken, honey. I haven't got the courage to face your world, the white world, as your wife. Forgive me."
"All right... for now that is. I'll forgive you if you'll kiss me again."
"I can't. If you kiss me again I'll let you make love to me and if we do that, I'll never be able to do what I'm trying to do."
"I had something like that in mind," Gary admitted. "I'm stronger than you. I could force you."
"But you won't. You respect me too much for that."
"Dammit! Do you always have to be so right about everything?"
"Now you're mad at me. I'm sorry, I've hurt you, Gary. When are you going to the Elysian Fields?"
"I don't know. It isn't set yet. I'd ask you to go but I'm afraid to unless you agree to marry me there. Pan might take a fancy to you and pipe you right out of my life with his damned flute."
She frowned. "I'm not sure that I'm any safer here. I wasn't going to tell you, but Ares has been after me. He came here twice today and tried to make love to me. When I refused, he threatened me with all kinds of things. He's cruel and mean, Gary and I'm afraid of him."
"I'll fix his wagon," Gary predicted darkly. "I don't like the snotty bastard anyway."
"Be careful," she warned him. "He always goes armed."
"Yeh, I know. He already tried to kill me once today. I won't fight him unless I have to. There's no point in it. When people get wounded here they heal instantly. But I've got friends at court who'll put a crimp in his act. Leave it to me."
He went directly from Poppy's room to the temple to seek an audience with Zeus. He found the god kneeling on the couch, the supine body of Richard Sifton under him. Sifton now appeared to be no older than thirteen and was grossly fat. His nude, pinkish-white body undulated rhythmically and there was a beatific smile on his face as the large penis plunged in and out of his rectum.
"Hi," Zeus called pleasantly, never ceasing from his labors. "Be with you in a minute. Ah, that's good!" He withdrew his dripping weapon and wiped it casually on the boy's dimpled thigh. "Great piece of ass there," he said to Gary. "Best I've had for centuries. If you'd care to try it, why be my guest."
"No, thank you," Gary declined politely. "I prefer my girls not have a cock and balls." He stated his case to Zeus.
The old god frowned. "Sorry Ares is giving you trouble and I'd be glad to help you if I could, but the situation here is not that simple. Oh, I'm the boss and all that but we do have certain rules. One of them is that neither I, nor anyone else, can interfere in love affairs of the gods. Ares not only sleeps with his sister Eris but he keeps her hidden in some secret part of the temple and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. All the other gods complain because Eris is nearly as beautiful as Aphrodite and they'd like to get a crack at her, but none of us have seen her for thousands of years. I'd like to screw her myself but the selfish little shit won't give her up. You see how it is, Gary? I don't have as much authority as you think."
"How about Hera?" Gary asked. "Can she help me?"
Zeus shook his head. "Not directly, but she's full of tricks and she may be able to think of a fast one to pull on that whipper-snapper. I'll have to ask you to excuse me. I see Richard is getting restless. Good luck."
Gary glanced at Sifton who was wiggling his buttocks enticingly and gazing at Zeus with lovelorn eyes.
"Coming my beauty," Zeus called and leaping high into the air, he fell on the boy's back, his penis stabbing into the receptive anus. As Gary watched, Zeus turned into a young stallion and Sifton screamed with pleasure as the great, black organ was buried out of sight between the fat moons of buttocks.
Gary turned away in disgust. He was a tolerant man but still felt that there were some things that were just too damned much.
He found that Hera was also busy. Her grandson, Eros, was making love to her. He was poised above her body, his golden wings fluttering as he delicately ran his penis in and out of the sucking lips of her vagina.
Backing out of the room, still unobserved, Gary next went in search of Aphrodite. Apollo was with her but they didn't seem to mind the intrusion.
"It's a tough problem," Aphrodite admitted, "but there is one way. Have you met Hestasis, the unicorn?"
"Yes."
"Well, you must beg Hestasis for a sliver from his horn, fasten it to the point of a spear and then challenge Ares to a duel. If you can succeed in wounding him, no matter how slightly, he will die. Good riddance too, I say."
"But I thought all gods were immortal."
"No. Like Achilles, we have our vulnerable heel. Only the unicorn is truly immortal and only the wound from his horn can kill a god."
"I don't think you should go that far though," Apollo put in. "Ares is a stinker and all that but neither Zeus nor Hera would want him killed. You see, wars are necessary to Earth. Without them, the place would become so over populated no one could survive there and we'd be put to the trouble of creating floods and pestilence and all that jazz, just as we had to do in the old days before your people became so efficient at eliminating each other. As God of War, we need him and so we have to tolerate his lousy disposition. Tell you what, Gary, Aphrodite and I will talk it over and see if we can come up with something more practical. In the meantime, keep an eye on Poppy. We'll put off our trip until we get this thing settled. Okay?"
Gary thanked them and returned to his room. He found the Lady Claire, Eunice and Tetha waiting for him.
"You've been dodging us long enough," the Lady Claire announced. "Now take off your robe and prepare to do your duty by us girls. Here, take a slug of wine first."
"He doesn't need it," Tetha said. "Who gets to go first?"
"Let's all get in a circle on the floor and suck each other off," Eunice proposed. "We can keep changing around so all of us get a turn at him... from both ends."
"Suits me," Tetha agreed readily, "but why don't we invite Maud and Sol to join us? We'd have a bigger circle and that Sol has a real groovy cock. I'm just dying to have a go at it."
"If you think they might," the Lady Claire agreed. "I'll bet our horny friend here wouldn't mind having a bit of a go at Maud's new ass either."
Tetha hurried from the room.
"I think we're wasting our time," Gary told the other two. "Maud and Sol aren't alley cats like us."
To his surprise, Maud and Sol returned with Tetha.
"How sweet of you to invite us," Maud exclaimed as she lay down on the floor and squirmed around until she had Gary's face between her inner thighs. As he felt the caress of her soft, lightly scented flesh on his cheeks he thrust his tongue into her. At the same moment, the Lady Clarie's hot mouth closed over the head of his penis.
They had completed the act once and were preparing to shift positions, when someone asked, "Got room for another?" They looked up to see the Reverend Matthew Hayes stagger into the room. He was so drunk his speech was blurred and his eyes glazed. His robe was open and an erection of heroic proportions throbbed plainly in sight.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The orgy was over and the participants had departed, but when Gary was alone, Maud came back to his room. "Did I shock you by accepting Tetha's invitation?" she asked him.
"Yes, you did," he admitted. "I was even more surprised than when our preacher friend got loaded and joined us."
Maud laughed. "You're still thinking of me as a dried-up maid with all sorts of scruples. Sol and I are crazy about each other but we don't want to get left out of things. Before the big change, we envied all of you for the fun you were having. Now that we're young again, we're determined not to let jealousy cause us to waste a moment of our new youth. We don't know how long we'll be here, but we think it would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity to make love with all these beautiful gods and goddesses and with our mortal friends too. Incidentally, Sol turns on for your nymph, Tetha. Would you mind if he slept with her tonight? He had a share of her during our little get-together awhile ago and now he wants more. Is it okay with Tetha?"
"He's welcome to her," Gary said, "but what are your plans for the night while he's enjoying himself with Tetha?"
She looked down, blushing. "I hoped that you and I might be able to find some way to amuse ourselves," she murmured shyly. "If you want to, that is."
Gary considered her ripe, round, girl's breasts with their pert, uptilted nipples. He let both mind and eye dwell on the dewy sheen of her entrancingly curved thighs and he thoughtfully reminded himself of the seductive configuration of her tenderly and beautifully shaped buttocks.
"I suppose we might be able to think of something," he murmured as he drew her toward him, seeking her lips with his.
"I liked the daisy chain," she told him, "but that was entirely oral and can't really compare with having a big, stiff cock in my cunt. I want to be fucked too. Will you fuck me now, Gary? I'm ready. I've been ready since Sol and I talked it over and agreed to this. Just thinking about you made me hot "Okay, only I'm too lazy to get up. How about you straddling me and doing it sitting up so I can look at you while we're doing it? You have a beautiful body. How did you manage to stay a virgin when you were young before?"
"Oh, I wasn't nearly this pretty then. Your friend Hera added some touches of her own while she was rejuvenating me. Oh, I love having you screw me, Gary! If Sol and I get married, why don't you and Poppy get married too so our two families can play mate-swapping games? Loaning Tetha to Sol isn't the same. I mean it's not like being married and then doing it. Would you trade Poppy for me once in awhile?"
"It isn't fair to ask that while I'm fucking you and enjoying it so much," Gary protested. "I guess maybe I would but I doubt if Poppy would go for that. I'm afraid she's pretty jealous. Anyway, she won't marry me. Do you talk all of the time while you're making love?"
Maud giggled. "That's terrible of me, isn't it? But it's all so new and exciting."
Gary was on his back, lifting his hips to rotate his penis in her vagina. She sat upright, her upper body moving in time with his and her breasts dancing to the beat of their coordinated undulations. His hands stroked the white, beautiful thighs and reached behind her to convulsively squeeze the soft flesh of her buttocks. She had been drinking the drugged wine so she had frequent orgasms and he liked watching the way her pretty face twisted and contorted during the interludes of passionate fulfillment. He was also climaxing almost continuously and because of her position, the semen ran out to soak their loins and form a pleasantly warm, sticky puddle on his belly.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Tetha demanded, coming into the room and standing there, hands on hips as she glared at Maud. "Another one?"
"You've been invited to spend the night with Sol Green," Gary told her. "We forget to mention it to you."
"Groovy!" Tetha exclaimed, brightening. "But I honestly don't know about you people from Earth. I sometimes think you just aren't very mortal. Your good minister is chasing nymphs all over the place... catching them, too. In fact, I let him catch me a couple of times. He's awkward and inexperienced but he's hung like a donkey and he sure is enthusiastic. Okay, I'll trot off to spend the night with Sol. Nice to know someone wants me." She made a face at Gary and stuck her tongue out at him as she turned to go.
Maud laughed. "She's fun. We have a nymph in our room too. Sol and I both tried her. She's sweet but he likes Tetha better."
"You made love with her?"
"Sure I did. She and I played sixty-nine while Sol screwed her in the ass. It was lovely. I don't see why people back home make such a fuss about homosexuality. I adore it with her but not for a steady diet. Nothing beats having a big, hard cock in my pussy. Let's go take a bath, Gary. We can do it there too."
They splashed and played in the pool for awhile, then got out to lie on the tile and continue their love-making. They were still at it when Matthew Hayes came into the bathhouse with the Lady Claire and Eunice.
"Ah!" he cried, spotting Gary and Maud. "Fornicators ! What is that hippy slogan... 'Fornicate For Freedom.' Well, I say fuck freedom... fornicate for fun." He was weaving so badly that the two girls had to hold him up, one on either side.
"You better lie down," Eunice suggested to him, "and I better lie on top of you to keep you from rolling into the water and drowning."
"Big of you, darling," the Lady Claire said with acid sweetness, "but what say we have a bit of fair play here? You straddle him like Maud is doing with Gary and I'll sit on his chest so he can lick my cunt. He certainly can't fall into the pool then. Is that okay with you, as you Americans say?"
"Sure and just to show I'm not trying to cheat, we can trade places after awhile. You think he needs more wine?"
"I doubt it. We don't want him passing out on us, you know. Is it still hard?"
"Like a concrete post, only juicier," Eunice reported as she slid down over the member in question, a look of rapture on her face.
All five people were thus engaged when Naguyet Jones wandered into the bathhouse. He came over to stand by Maud and look directly down at Gary. "What's this I hear about my girl marrying some half-animal creature?" he asked grimly.
"That's right," Gary told him, "only she isn't your girl. Sorry, lad, but you had something great there and you blew it. The fellow she's marrying may be half-animal, but the other half is more man than you'll ever be so just cool it. You've got no one to blame but yourself."
Naguyet looked crestfallen and unhappy. Maud pulled his robe to one side and grasped his flaccid penis. "Come on and join the party," she said. "What's the matter with you? Can't you even get a hard-on? No wonder you lost your girl."
"Let go of me," Naguyet demanded. "I'm not one of your depraved adults. I must go now and meditate. I must cleanse my mind and soul by pranayamic breathing and by looking through the third eye into the center of my being."
"Oh, horseshit!" Maud cried in disgust. "You really are in a bag. Here, let me help you get out of it." She had an arm around his hips and she drew him to her, taking his penis into her mouth.
"I'll bite the damned thing off if you don't quit trying to escape," she retorted, her voice muffled and distorted.
"You Americans simply have no culture," the Lady Claire said. "Don't you know it's horribly bad manners to talk with your mouth full? Here, make him drink some wine, Maud." Without leaving her post astride the minister's ardent tongue, she handed Naguyet a bottle. "You'd best drink that, my lad," she warned him, "or Maud will bite the head of your cock off. Won't you, Maud?"
"Unhunh," Maud murmured.
"Oww! Don't do that!" Naguyet begged. "All right I'll drink it," he tipped the bottle and took a generous swig, his first since arriving on Olympus. His lips began immediately to churn and grasping Maud's hair, he pulled her face tighter into his crotch.
Gary, laughing silently at Naguyet's downfall, continued to probe deeply in Maud's hot, vibrant body. Later, he turned her over to the now thoroughly aroused Naguyet and went back to his room. The god Pan was waiting for him there.
"You've got to do me a favor, old buddy," Pan said as soon as he had greeted Gary. "I know you won't refuse when I tell you it's really for Lani rather than for me."
"Of course, I won't," Gary agreed, "but, before you ask, let me beg one from you and this one also happens to be for Lani's sake." He explained about the proposed trip to the Elysian Fields and the mock marriage ceremony he had planned. He even mentioned his intention of getting Pan into pants and a hat.
The god laughed merrily and slapped Gary on the shoulder. "You're a genius. I'd have gone along with it, if only for the laughs but let me tell you what I have in mind and then you'll see that my way is best. All you have to do is slip this into her father's food or drink." He handed Gary a folded square of papyrus. "There's a magic powder in there that I had the devil's time getting," Pan told him, "and I mean that literally. Fortunately, Charon owed me a favor so he rowed me across the river Styx. Man, as they say on Earth, I've been through Hell! Anyway, here it is and it will solve the whole problem. Will you do it?"
"Not so fast. How does this work?"
Pan stroked his short beard and looked evasive. "If I tell you, the powders lose their power. Lani loves her new home but she's lonesome for her father. If you give him this, he'll be able to come and live with us there always. He'll be immortal, just as she is and what's more, he won't object to my hooves and horns. What do you say?"
"I don't know. I've been told you are a tricky guy, Pan. Can I trust you?"
Pan looked hurt. "What do you want me to do... swear by your Christian God? Every church on Earth would fall down if I did that. Look, you may not believe this, but that little brown girl has got me wound around her finger so tight I'd do anything for her. You ever hear of any other cat who was willing to go to so much trouble to get an inlaw to live with him?"
"All right," Gary agreed doubtfully, "but I should warn you that Matty is a changed man. Don't be surprised if he screws all of your nymphs."
Pan laughed. "Not nearly as changed as he's going to be. I've got nymphs to spare. He can have all of them if he wants. Anyway, they're all mad at me because I don't chase them anymore. With Lani around, who needs nymphs? You had her yourself so you should know what I mean."
Gary nodded. "You're right. She's something else. But if I ever hear of you mistreating her or neglecting her, I'll come down there and tie your damned horns in a square knot. You dig me?"
"I think you'd do it too," Pan admitted, grinning. "I gotta split now, Gary. Been nice talking to you again. Don't give that powder to my new father-in-law until the day before you make the trip. It takes twenty-four hours to work. See you, Pal. Take care." With that and with a flick of his stubby, goat's tail, he disappeared.
Gary took robes and furs from his couch and went to Poppy's room. He made himself as comfortable as possible on the hard stones of the floor and went to sleep lying across her doorway. If Ares came there during the night, Gary was determined that the God of War would get a surprise.
He woke in the morning, stiff and sore from his vigil and returned to his room to ring for breakfast. Tetha came to take his order. Her eyes had the sleepy, satisfied look of a woman who had been adequately loved.
"That Sol is really fabulous," she told Gary, "and I'm glad you traded me off last night but it looks like you've lost your playmate. When I went to the bathhouse she was still there with Naguyet. They were so busy they didn't even notice me. I think he may have lost his interest in meditation, just as Matthew seems to have lost interest in praying."
"Good for both of them," Gary said. "How about some bacon, eggs and coffee?"
"Coming right up, my lord and master. Oh, by the way, Apollo wants to see you at the temple as soon as you've eaten. If you need me for anything else, I'll be in Sol's room. I hope Maud and Naguyet keep each other occupied all day."
Having eaten, Gary went in search of Apollo. He found him in Aphrodite's room. They were lying naked on the couch, the beautiful, blonde goddess idly fondling Apollo's scrotum.
"We think we have the answer to your problem," Apollo said. "Aphrodite was right. You'll have to challenge Ares to a duel, with Poppy to go to the winner. It's the only way because, if he loses, he will be obliged to stick by the agreement."
"What weapons will be allowed?" Gary asked.
"The court, meaning Zeus and Hera, will decide that but I'll prevail upon them to specify daggers. Ares is a phony but he's very skilled and with all weapons. Daggers, however, will give you a chance to get in close and I'm sure you're much stronger than he. Also, there are no formal rules for dagger fighting as there are for other weapons. You can use elbows, knees, feet or whatever you fancy. All in all, you stand a fair chance of winning. The only thing positively ruled out is magic and that's to your advantage too. There hasn't been time to instruct you in the use of those powers."
"How do we know who wins? I assume we're not going to be allowed to kill each other."
"Right. The court would never stand for that. Zeus will make the decision on points. If you agree to this, I'll carry the challenge to Ares now and the fight will probably be scheduled within the hour."
Gary nodded grimly. "Yes, let's get it over with."
When Apollo had left the room, Gary sat on the couch and took Aphrodite in his arms.
"You're such a sweet guy," she said, lifting one of her breasts to his lips. "I hope you beat the shit out of Ares. I hear that one of the mortal women is living out in the stables with Hermaphroditus. I don't mind, but I hope she doesn't get too attached to him. When I need him I don't want to wait until he's through diddling some skinny, mortal woman."
"I've seen him in action," Gary said, putting his hand between her thighs and thoughtfully stroking her clitoris. "He's sure got a god-sized hunk of meat there but doesn't he ever bathe?"
Aphrodite giggled. "That's part of his charm. He comes in here filthy and smelling of the barn with that great, scabby, horrible cock of his dripping all over everything and he turns me on like mad. I'm surprised he digs that mortal though. He only screws me because I order him to. What he really likes are the cows and the mares. The stallions all hate him because the mares won't pay any attention to them when Hermaphroditus is around and after he's screwed them a few times, their cunts get so big the stallions can't enjoy them anymore."
"You have strange appetites," Gary commented.
"After all these thousands of years I've grown bored with the ordinary and I have to look for new kicks. I even go out to the stables and do it with the stallions myself. Put it in my asshole, Gary. I'd fight with you but you better save your strength for Ares. Now slam it in and out as hard as you can. I love to feel it in there."
Gary was climaxing into her in a steady stream when Apollo returned.
"Better knock that off and get ready for the duel," the Sun God said. "Zeus and Hera have agreed to it and Ares has accepted the challenge. Hear the horn? That's the heralds summoning everyone to witness the tournament. Come along now. I'm to act as your second."
Gary stood up and the three of them went to the temple entrance where a large crowd had already gathered. Among them were all of Gary's friends from Earth except Lani Hayes. Even Janice Sifton was there. He thought she looked rather haggard and worn. Poppy was on the outskirts of the crowd. She was in earnest discussion with Hermes who had apparently been restored to favor with the court. It was plain to him that she was deeply worried.
Ares was there too and he seemed both truculent and sullen as well as confident.
"This fight," Zeus announced importantly, "is to be between Gary O'Hare, formerly of New York, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds and in the other corner, Ares of Olympus at one-seventy-eight, which includes the two gallons of wine he drank to get up his courage for this encounter."
, There was a ripple of laughter from the audience.
Zeus went on: "This contest will continue until the court, meaning me, decides that one or the other of them have the best of it on points. The grand prize is, as you know, our exotic dancer and the most beautiful of all women, Poppy Smith."
The crowd cheered.
"The weapons will be daggers and the fight will be conducted without benefit of armor or of magic. To make sure neither one of these guys tries to pull a fast one, like a hidden weapon, they will enter the ring naked. Now when the seconds are ready they will tell the heralds and a blast of the horn will be the signal to begin. Fight clean and dirty as you see fit and may the best man win."
Apollo and the other second had been talking in low tones and Gary guessed that they were in some kind of argument. Apollo turned abruptly and stalked angrily over to where Gary waited.
"This isn't so good," he said, frowning, his blue eyes dark with anger. "I have reason to believe that Ares, in spite of the rule against magic, has doped the edge of his blade."
"Unicorn horn?" Gary asked. "Hell, he doesn't need that for me. I'm only a mortal."
Apollo shook his head. "Something far worse. I can call foul, but if I do, it won't make you look so good. Some of these people will think you've lost your nerve."
"No," Gary said, "let it go. I'll keep out of the way of his knife if I can."
"All right," Apollo agreed, "but I don't like this." He handed a short-bladed dagger to Gary and lifted his hand in signal. The other second did likewise and the herald blew a loud blast on his sea-shell horn.
Before the echo had died, Ares had leaped to the center of the ring, brandishing his dagger. "Come, Mortal," he challenged, "and let my steel taste your silly, weak, Earthling blood."
Gary walked slowly and deliberately toward the god. He was grinning but his eyes were cold and watchful. Ares made a slashing motion and the bright steel described an arc in the morning sunlight. Gary easily avoided the attack, knowing it had been intended not to cut but to intimidate. He planned to waste no energy putting on a show for the crowd. He shuffled closer, his eyes on the blade in his opponent's hand. Again the dagger flicked out at him in a horizontal sweep but he did the unexpected. Instead of sidestepping, he took a swift step forward that put him inside the arc of the extended arm. With lightening speed he transferred his own dagger from right to left hand and brought his own right down so that the edge of his hand struck the wrist of the god's knife arm. The karate blow spun the weapon from the hand of Ares and Gary laughing, deliberately tossed his own dagger away too. At this seemingly reckless behavior, a gasp of awe went up from the audience.
Gary balled his left hand into a fist and struck Ares a blow on the cheek that toppled him to the dust of the ring. "Get up, you smart-assed son of a bitch," Gary said pleasantly, "so I can beat the shit out of you."
Ares stared up at him in bewilderment. "Foul! Foul!" he cried. "He fouled me! You all saw it!"
The crowd roared with laughter and scorn, yelling at the unpopular god to get up and take his punishment.
"There was no foul," Zeus decreed. "Get on your feet or forfeit the tournament" Ares scrambled to his feet then and trying to imitate Gary's stance, rushed madly at the man from New York. Gary grinned happily, easily avoiding the charge and as Ares went by, dealt him two blows, one to the face and one to the chest.
"Look out, Gary!" Sol Green yelled from the audience. "He's trying to get to them knives."
Crafty Ares had planned his rush to take him in the direction of the two weapons. He would have made it had Gary not booted him in the rear and sent him tumbling away from the daggers. The crowd howled with glee.
After that, when Ares had again regained his feet, Gary kept himself between the god and the weapons and began to scientifically and systematically pound the god into a pulpy mess of bruised and battered flesh. Each newly inflicted wound healed within seconds but was instantly replaced by another and while the immortals could not be permanently damaged, they were not immune to pain.
Over confidence was nearly Gary's undoing. Once again Ares maneuvered to get near the daggers and again he made a desperate lunge for them. As he did, Gary, tiring of the new game, caught him a powerful blow on the side of the jaw and the god fell across the blades to lie unconscious in the dust.
"No question about the decision," Zeus announced. "I've never seen anyone more thoroughly beaten. Gary is the winner and Miss Smith becomes his exclusive property under the law."
The crowd went wild with joy, yelling and screaming and whistling their approval.
"By the hairy ass of Hephaestus!" Apollo cried loudly enough to be heard above the roar of the crowd. "Look at this!" They stared where he pointed and beheld a truly strange sight. Ares was standing erect but his nude body was undergoing a remarkable change. His genitals were missing, shorn completely by one of the knife blades across which he had fallen. Nor were they being immediately replaced by the miraculous, regenerative power of the gods. They lay where they had fallen, resembling a long white worm emerging from a hairy sack. Furthermore, Ares was in the process of sprouting a pair of feminine breasts the equal of Aphrodite's. As everyone watched in astonished fascination, his hips and thighs became more rounded and more gracefully formed. His facial hair disappeared and his features took on the configuration of a comely woman.
"Oh, you mean thing, you!" Ares cried, stamping his now shapely foot and pouting at Gary. "Now see what you've done to me. How can I be God of War like this?"
Gary shook his head. "What in hell happened?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Ares' own treachery backfired on him," Apollo said. "He doped the blade of his dagger with a certain, rare, magic potion that his sister, Eris, probably obtained for him. It's highly concentrated, female hormone over which incantations have been said and spells cast. One tiny nick from that blade would turn any male, god or mortal, into a female. He, or perhaps I should say 'she', ought to be punished for this violation of our sacred code duello."
Zeus was staring at Ares and laughing so hard that his eyes streamed tears. "Punishment enough that way he, or she, is," he finally announced. "Come up and see me sometime, honey," he called at Ares with a lewd smirk. "You're not a bad-looking chick now."
"You'd screw your own son?" Hera demanded angrily.
"Daughter," Zeus corrected her. "Anyone can see she's not a man's son. Not with those big teats."
"I think you're all just horrible!" Ares said and then she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gary O'Hare opened his eyes and felt the cold wash rag being stroked across his head, a head that ached with deep-down throbs, a head that he now shook, making tiny cobwebs swish around behind his eyes.
He was on the floor of his apartment and the face bending over him was the face of Charlotte Glaston!
"Who the hell... ? What the hell...?" He mumbled, blinking his eyelids.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay. Christ, I thought you up and died on me," Charlotte sighed.
"Died? How'd I get down here on the floor?" Gary was trying to sit up. It wasn't easy.
"All I know is a few minutes ago I went in to take a shower and you said you was going to look around your apartment for a drink. When I came out of the bathroom here you were, out cold on the floor next to the bed."
"A drink? A drink!" Gary shouted. "I found some bourbon in a bottle, about three fingers worth. I drank it. Then... then nothing."
"A bottle of bourbon! That's it! That's what you were fighting about last night at the bar."
"What bar? I was fighting Ares in the ring at the Temple. And I won, too! I won Poppy!"
"Poppy?" Charlotte asked, sitting back on her heels. "That was the name of this black chick you kept making eyes at, until her big black dude of a boyfriend tried to slip a couple of mickeys in your bottle of bourbon. You caught him in the act and that's when the fight started."
Gary thought for a while, then said, "I must have dreamt it all! Shit!"
"And you drank the rest of what was in the bottle from last night. The knockout pills that guy put in the bottle really zonked you out. Was it a good dream?"
"You wouldn't believe," Gary answered, a far-off look in his eyes. And then he looked at Charlotte's fresh-scrubbed face. "Hey, you ever take it in the asshole?"
"What? What do you think I am, a Greek or some-thin'?"
Gary just looked at her seriously. "Oh, never mind. Forget it. Just breathe some life back into my body. I feel like a truck ran over it."
"And how do I go about breathing life back into you, lovely man?"
Gary lay back down and took his limp prick in his fist.
"Here, start by sucking on this until it stands up and blows back at you."
Charlotte shut her eyes and ran the tip of her pink tongue around her lips, wetting them for the task. Then she wrapped her arms around his hot, taut buttocks and drew Gary close to her face, bracing her knees in the carpet.
Her nose grazed his pubic hair as she prowled for him with her open mouth. The foreskin grazed her lower lip and with one upward gulp, she enveloped the unstirring penis. She held it all in her mouth now, like a large sausage, swishing it around with her tongue, sucking on its rubbery softness like a piece of sponge candy. His penis was responding to the suction she was exerting, swelling slightly, then burgeoning out as she concentrated harder on the suckling of his enlarging prong. It was growing now, thickening so that she had to back off to breathe as the foreskin mushroomed in the wet cavity of her oral embrace.
It started rising, jutting up beat by beat as she retreated, still sucking and teasing the sensitive glans. Up, up, until her head was bent over it, bobbing up and down, urging Gary to full hardness. Her glistening lips slid time and again over his scarlet, bulging rapier.
"Oh Aphrodite, Hera, Claire, Eunice! Where are you all?"
"Huh?" Charlotte asked, taking her lips from his cock.
"Never mind, just keep sucking, girl. Keep sucking!"
