Close by, in the black sky, there was an enormous flash of lightning. The thunder was less than a second later. It shook the car and Amos Jones clutched at the steering wheel, his fingers encircling it, nails biting into his palms. There had been fog all the way from the city which had changed to a misty rain; now it poured. They were heavy drops, millions of them, and they beat a crushing rhythmic tattoo on the roof and hood.
He knew where to slow down, one mile beyond the beginning of the high stone wall with the broken glass bottles embedded in the top, but he could not see a thing. As though in answer to his need, the downpour slackened for a moment and another flash of lightning provided all the light he needed.
The wall was at least twelve feet high and for a split second Amos could see the sharp glass edges, in every color, flashing like jewels. He shuddered, and then clutched again at the wheel when he saw the opening appear.
He turned slowly, straining his eyes through the quickening rain. It was a narrow opening. Once there had been a heavy gate and a guard in the gatehouse. Now the gate was rusted aside; the guard a moldy skeleton in his tomb. He started up the dirt road, dropping to a lower gear to maneuver the ruts and holes, and, for a second, thought he saw someone waving frantically. He shuddered again and knew it had to be an illusion. There could be no one out walking on a night like this; not near the old castle.
The dirt road began to ascend through the forest. The ruts, filled with water, were rushing streams, and he had to shift to the lowest gear to keep traction. Then suddenly, as though he had reached timberline, the deep tangled forest changed to scrub pine and enormous tumbled boulders, remnants of a glacier's mighty foot, the terminal moraine. Looming ahead, a shadowy spectre in the black night, was the old castle.
At this point the dirt road skirted the edge of a precipitous cliff that leaped down a hundred feet to jagged boulders and the raging sea, and Amos kept his attention riveted on the unprotected edge. When the road turned inward, Amos looked up. Another close flash seemed to crackle the air and illuminate the old castle, high up on the hill. Even through the heavy rain he could see the incredible bulk of the old stone building; the soaring towers with the leering gargoyles and the crumbling roofs; the narrow windows; the sagging chains to the long unused drawbridge; the raised rusting portcullis. A second zigzag of lightning cut across the stables and into the cemetery, gouging a deep furrow, and the stones were almost readable. Close by a wolf howled.
"A howling wolf?" Amos rolled down the side window, and for his trouble got a bucket of water in the face. "A howling wolf? There aren't wolves in this part of the country. Just how corny can you get?" He created his own parking area by driving right up on the drawbridge.
Amos rushed under the heavy portcullis, wincing as he looked up, wondering, as he did every time he passed under it, what would happen if the chains parted and it slammed down? Would they be trapped in there forever? He lifted the heavy knocker with both hands, straining to get it out all the way, and let it go. The heavy oaken door vibrated with the blow and he could hear the echo of the sound bouncing through the empty halls and then the boom was reinforced in the cavernous rooms, changed slightly :n pitch, and funneled back down to the front door in another bone-shattering blow.
There was a rumble of heavy iron bolts being moved, the lifting of mighty catches, and the door began to move. It creaked and halted. A flash of light made diamonds of the dancing raindrops. Amos pushed from the outside until there was enough room for him to enter. His way was barred by a beautiful woman.
"Schmuck putz! How many times must I tell you not to use the knocker?"
"Sorry about that, Hortense." Amos tried to push his way in.
She grabbed his arm and pointed to the side of the door. "See! It says: Doorbell-Push Here!"
"Forgot again."
"Such a headache it gives me. If I've told Ygor once, I've told him a dozen times, to nail down that Goddamned knocker."
"Please, Hortense, let's get inside. I'm getting soaked."
"Good! Wait 'til I get a little soaked myself and then we can change clothes together in front of the fireplace."
The opening was not big enough for two and Amos had to press against her as he tried to get inside. She did not move an inch. Her spine was against the edge of the door and Amos pushed in front of her until his spine was wedged against the door jamb. He managed to get past one breast and then found he was caught between her two delightful, enormous tits. He glanced down at them. His chest was nestled between them. As usual, she wore a low-cut blouse that barely covered the nipples. Water ran out of his hair in a long stream that landed right in the cleavage and disappeared. Amos shook his head in a search for more water, and when he finally ran out he looked up.
She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "Would you like to know where that water is right now?"
"Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, ma'am. I mean, ma'am...."
She regarded him with steady eyes, freezing his gaze, hypnotizing him. "It's cooling my pussy, that's what it's doing. And I don't like to have a cold pussy."
"Yes, ma'am." In the periphery of his vision Amos could see her high cheekbones, tiny ears, delicate flared nostrils, full wet lips, her entire innocent cameo face, topped by jet-black hair cut in a short mannish style. She was almost as tall as he was so he could not look down at her. "Yes, ma'am," he repeated. "Where's Ygor?"
"Never mind my old fart of a husband. That water cooled my pussy-what are you going to do about it?"
"I just did it last night, Hortense. I mean, I'm supposed to be working here. I can't spend all my time-my time-"
Hortense pressed her crotch against him. "Say it! Say it!"
"Fucking!" Amos licked his lips in unison with her flicking tongue. He reached out with both hands, slid his fingers into the crease of her ass and pulled her towards him. He began to get an erection immediately and he felt it press into her slit. Her dress was soaked, and as usual, she wore nothing underneath. His cock throbbed once and he felt it sink into her as though her snatch had opened to grab at him.
Her steely eyes pierced him as she moved her mound up and down slightly. "That's helping to warm my cold rain-soaked pussy."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Hortense!" She spread her legs a bit and reaching down freed his cock and lifted her skirt. His cock slid under her crack and brushed her asshole. "You may call me Hortense, and I'll call you Amos."
"Yes, Hortense, ma'am."
"If you stand still I can slide back and forth on your big, beautiful, throbbing, fat, sore, cock."
"It is a little worn."
"Not badly."
"I mean...." Amos groaned at her slow insistent motion and braced himself. He tried to keep his mind on other things. He knew from experience that if he loosed a premature blast she would only keep after him until he got it up again. "I mean, to look at me, you'd think I was circumcised; whereas it's only ordinary wear and tear."
"Very funny joke, Amos Jones. One might say you're a fucking comedian."
"I think I am."
"I know you are." Hortense began sliding back a bit further, as far as the edge of the door would permit, so the head of his cock hesitated at her entrance for a moment, and then sloshed the length of her crack to brush her asshole again. "That's not only rainwater now." She sounded as though she were lecturing a class. "You're a fine pussy warmer."
"Couldn't we go inside? I mean, ma'am, Hortense, it's still pouring and we're getting soaked-all over." Amos winced at another flash of lightning.
"Not a chance. I love fucking in the rain." She reached under, found his tight balls, and began a gentle massage.
"Easy, ma'am, you'll blow the whole thing." Amos braced himself as she tipped herself slightly and began to insert his cock, "Ah, so!" He searched around for something to distract his attention. "Are you certain the professor doesn't cause all this rain?"
"Of course not! Don't be silly." Hortense freed one of her breasts. "Do you think you could suck a nipple?"
"We tried that yesterday, Hortense, ma'am, and it's impossible while fucking standing up. I mean, like, it seems to rain just about all the time around here, particularly at night."
Hortense sighed as his cock slid in all the way. In the standing position the head pressed on the lower back, on the membrane separating her asshole from her cunt, and it felt as though she were impaled on two cocks. "It just rains, that's all. As someone once said: everyone talks about the weather but nobody does anything about it. Ygor has nothing to do with starting or stopping it. What if I held my tit up like this? Think you could reach it?"
"Only too happy to try, ma'am." It was large, full and firm; the aureole as large as a half dollar; and in the center her erect nipple was at least a half inch long. Amos sank his teeth into it and then sucked vigorously. Hortense groaned with delight and clamping down on his cock began a slow revolving motion. "Well...." His voice was muffled. "This place looks so ridiculous at night. The old decaying castle high on a hill, on the edge of the raging sea; thunder and lightning; pouring rain...."
"Say rain a few times. I like the way your tongue vibrates my nipple."
"Rain! Rain! Rain! Go away! Come again some other day. Rain! Rain! Rain! Please don't clutch at my balls like that Hortense, baby, ma'am, you'll pluck 'em off. Anyway, this entire stupid place looks like something out of a grade-B movie."
"It's not Ygor's fault." She began to slide back and forth with a little more speed. "And could you reach in with your free hand and tickle my clit? He inherited the place from a distant relative. The old halls make excellent labs."
Amos came up for air. "Anything to oblige, ma'am." She jumped at his first touch, groaned louder, and began sliding a bit faster. He took a breath and then leaned down to chew at her nipple again. Perhaps she would come quickly and he could get away without his usual bone-snapping orgasm. "I mean, when I was driving up, near the cemetery, I heard a wolf howl. Now that's ridiculous."
"Of course! It's only Lassie."
"Lassie! Where did she ever learn to howl like a wolf?"
"Living here, probably. She gets carried away on nights like this, meshugener dog." Hortense began to squirm uncontrollably. "I'm getting close, Amos, baby." She pulled out her other breast. "Suck on this one for a while and twiddle my other nipple between your fingers. Ah! Don't slow down on the clit and keep on fucking."
"Why don't you stick a broom up my ass and I can sweep the floor at the same time."
"Maybe I will. I'd love to screw something up your asshole and ram it in and out until you come like a fucking fountain." She let go of his balls and grabbed his hips. "I'm getting close, baby."
Amos found he was completely distracted, what with both hands, mouth and cock, all going in different directions; and cold rain soaking them both. No doubt she would come before he did. He tried to hurry it up. "Lassie must be soaked. She'll catch her death of a cold."
Hortense arched her back, threw her head back and began to moan: "Fuck Lassie! Fuck Lassie!" She reached down to squeeze his balls and then kept both hands on his hips to speed up the last few necessary strokes. Her moans were on an ascending scale, each word a bit louder as she reached for her climax: "Fuck Lassie! Lassie! Lassie!"
Amos felt certain he could get away this time without having to pour another load into her. There was always tonight. She would surely be after him for at least three complicated fucks as soon as Ygor called it a night and went to work in his secret lab.
Hortense let out one more drawn out wail: "Lasssieee!" Then she shuddered uncontrollably and her cunt clamped down and began milking his cock.
Amos licked the rain off his lips and tried to study a bolt of lightning.
Lassie howled once in reply and then lumbered out of the cemetery and up to the door. She found her way blocked and looking up, sniffed something delicious: a curious combination of odors that was neither male nor female but a blend of both. She reached out with her raspy tongue and began a thorough job of licking up every last drop.
"Oh, my God," said Amos. "Oh, my balls!" He caught Hortense on her last convulsion, lifted her thighs onto his hips, grabbed her by the ass, and began a furious fuck.
"Lassie!" she screamed. "Oh, Amos, I'm coming again."
"That makes two of us," he growled. He let go with a long sigh, wondering if he could make it through the night, and not really caring. "That dog is priceless. A true gem!" Without planning it, Amos had spread the cheeks of her ass and Lassie's tongue ranged from his balls to her asshole. She quivered with each lash, trying to climb up to his shoulders. She let out another: "Laaassieee!" and began alternately clamping her thighs on his hips, leaping up, sliding back, beating him on the shoulders. "Hortense, are you all right? My God, I do believe you're coming apart."
She finally quieted down and slid off him. They were still wedged between the door and the jamb. She looked him square in the eye. "You're right, that dog is priceless. I thought I'd never stop coming."
"If you'll just back away a little, Hortense, ma'am, I can get my cock out of you and-"
"What's the rush?"
"Lassie's getting wet."
"True! We must protect that gem at all costs."
"Lassie! What's this about Lassie? What's all this screaming for Lassie?" Ygor was a middle-aged man, well-built, with a great shock of black hair, slightly graying at the temples. His face was unlined, eyes flashing with vigor. "What's this about Lassie?"
Amos and Hortense turned into the rain, quickly adjusting their clothes. "We're trying to get Lassie in out of the rain."
"How do you do that with the door blocked?" Ygor looked over their shoulders.
Lassie took one look at him and lumbered back towards the cemetery.
"Now see what you've done, Ygor." Hortense turned around and stamped her foot. "You have scared her away." She took another look at her husband. "Why is your hair standing on end like that?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all. Just grabbed the wrong terminals again." Ygor tried to flatten out his hair but it sprang back up. "Two hundred and twenty volts will do that to the best of us."
"Well, you should get some of that greasy kid stuff; you look like the menace in a cheap horror movie."
Ygor ignored her. "How long have you two been calling Lassie? I've never seen so much water in one hall." He slipped and clutched at the door for support but missed and grabbed the knocker instead. It swung out and then pounded back. The sound was deafening. The door was still partially open and vibrated like a tympanum skin. This reinforced the boom and it rushed around the entrance hall for a moment. When it had full strength, it raced down the hall towards the farthest lab. There was the sound of breaking glass.
Hortense had straddled the edge of the door for support. She was vibrating with it, her pussy pressed against the overlap molding. She looked dreamily into the sky, and murmured: "Such a headache it gives me. How many times must I tell you...."
"Here it comes again!" Amos shouted and jerked about looking vainly for a place to hide.
The sound had dropped in pitch again. It filled the cavernous halls, the arched stone cathedral ceilings, and then focused every disturbed molecule of air back down the main hall. It had all the strength and sound of a raging typhoon.
"Quick," shouted Ygor. "Outside!" They made it into the rain just as the wave poured into the entrance hall. There was a brilliant flash of lightning in the cemetery; Lassie howled; the door slammed shut; but in so doing the knocker was dislodged. It raised itself all the way and then slammed down sending another head-shattering boom back down the main halls. The door opened slightly with the impact.
They looked at each other.
"You know," said Hortense, "the rain is doing you a world of good, Ygor. Your hair is coming down."
"One must be thankful for little blessings."
"Now about this door," said Amos.
"Such a headache it gives me. How many times must...."
Ygor interrupted her comments. "You know," he said, eyeing the opened door and the knocker. "This might turn into perpetual motion."
"I don't know about you all," said Amos. "But I'm just about as wet as one can get. How about sitting in my car for a while."
"Hold it," shouted Ygor. "Back up a bit, everyone. Here it comes again."
The performance was repeated. There was a brilliant flash of lightning in the cemetery; Lassie howled; the door slammed shut and the knocker started on its upswing.
"Grab it," shouted Ygor. They all rushed forward, grabbed the knocker and eased it down. "That was a close one. Wonder how long it would keep going if we gave it a chance. Might even reverberate the old castle to a toppled ruin."
"It almost is now," muttered Hortense. "So open the door already."
Amos and Ygor pushed for a while without success and then looked at each other. Amos spoke first: "I think it just might do it."
"It's worth a try," admitted Ygor.
"What are you two plotting?" She had a hand on her pussy and began mumbling: "Soaked! Absolutely dripping and cold as a witch's tit." She saw them reaching for the knocker. "Oh, no! Not again!"
"It may be the only way," shouted Ygor. "As soon as the door opens we rush inside and close it behind us. That way it can't bounce again."
"I can't stand it. Such a headache it ..."
"Ready," screamed Amos. They let it go. The door vibrated and then opened a few inches. They forced it open further and rushed in. The original boom had not yet left the entrance hall and they all vibrated a few moments in its wake.
Amos leaned out and shouted: "Lassie! Lassie!"
"Fuck Lassie!" Hortense held her hands over her ears. "Close the fucking door."
"But she's priceless."
"So am I, and I'm getting such a headache. Here it comes again." They managed to get the door closed before the final deep boom funneled into the hall. It ran around a few times, giving them a sonic massage, and finally filtered away. Hortense discovered that her nipples stood out like red beacons through the wet material. She fingered them for a moment and then reached for her pussy.
"Are you all right, my dear?" Ygor had a solicitous tone in his voice.
Hortense had a glassy look. She licked her lips. "I'm wet. Soaking wet." She glanced at Amos. "Cold and wet."
"Why don't you slip out of those wet clothes," continued Ygor, "and into a dry martini."
"Good idea," she said. She reached back for her zipper.
"That reminds me," said Ygor, turning to Amos. "Where's the girl from the agency?"
"She's coming in her own car. We got separated somehow, but I gave her a map so she shouldn't have any trouble."
"She understands that she's coming here for some new sexual research?"
"She blushed a bit when I told her the details and how it also involved me. Then she insisted that it had all been explained by the agency and she was ready to take the job."
"Splendid!" Ygor rubbed his hands together. "How old is she?"
"Just twenty-one. Just the ace you wanted. She kept insisting, as though she were not quite certain of it, that she was a modern, emancipated, young woman with a mind of her own, ready to do her bit to advance science. And besides, she needs the loot for graduate tuition."
"And-"
"And?"
"She's a-"
"That's what she said. She knew that was a condition."
"Fantastic!" Ygor rubbed his hands together. "Twenty-one, in this day and age, and still a virgin." He glanced at Hortense who was having trouble with her zipper. "May I help you, my dear?"
"It's wet and stuck."
Ygor pulled it down her back. It was like peeling the skin from a grape. The wet material flowed away from her spine all the way down to her hips. She shuddered, looked over her shoulder at Amos, licked her lips, and started down the hall. Her ass seemed bare and swayed provocatively with every step.
"Make martinis for all of us, dear."
She hesitated at the end of the hall and partially turned. She had started to remove her wet dress and she held it demurely in front of her. Unfortunately it slipped out of her fingers giving them a flash of her magnificent breasts. "Oh, my! Everything is so wet. Of course I'll make martinis for you-anything you want." The dress had slipped down and now her ass was bare. She bent forward to take off her wet shoes. The cheeks of her ass billowed apart giving them a fine rear view of her black pussy. She straightened and then took off her other shoe.
Ygor sighed. "Somehow I just don't have enough time for everything."
Close by, in the black sky, there was an enormous flash of lightning. The thunder was less than a second later. It shook the car, and Maralyn clutched at the steering wheel, her fingers encircling it, nails biting into her palms. There had been fog all the way from the city which had changed to misty rain; now it poured. They were heavy drops, millions of them, and they beat a crushing rhythmic tattoo on the roof and hood.
She slowed down to train her flashlight on the map Amos had given her. She was exactly one mile beyond the beginning of the high stone wall with the broken glass bottles embedded in the top, but she could not see a thing. As though in answer to her need the downpour slackened for a moment and another flash of lightning provided all the light she needed.
The wall was at least twelve feet high and for a split second Maralyn could see the sharp glass edges, in every color, flashing like jewels. She shuddered, and then clutched again at the wheel when she saw the opening close ahead.
She turned slowly, straining her eyes through the quickening rain. It was a narrow opening. She saw an old rusty gate hanging by one hinge and on the other side a fortress-like stone gatehouse. The narrow windows gaped with broken glass and the sturdy door had sunk into the wet ground. For a second she thought she saw an old man in the doorway, waving her in with a friendly nod. She shuddered again, and knew it had to be an illusion. There could be no one out on a night like this; not in a gutted-out building.
The dirt road began to ascend through the forest. The ruts, filled with water, were rushing streams, and she had to shift to the lowest gear to keep traction. Then suddenly, as though she had reached the timber line, the deep tangled forest changed to scrub pine and enormous tumbled boulders, remnants of a glacier's mighty foot, the terminal moraine. Looming ahead, just as the map indicated, a shadowy spectre in the black night, was the old castle.
At this point the dirt road skirted the edge of a precipitous cliff that leaped down a hundred feet to jagged boulders and the raging sea, and Maralyn kept her attention riveted on the unprotected edge. When the road turned inward she looked up. Another close flash seemed to crackle the air and illuminate the old castle, high on the hill. Even through the heavy rain she could see the incredible bulk of the old stone building; the soaring towers with the leering gargoyles and the crumbling roofs; the narrow windows; the sagging chains to the long unused drawbridge; the raised rusting portcullis. A second zigzag of lightning cut across the stables and into the cemetery, gouging a deep furrow, and the stones were almost readable. Close by a wolf howled.
"A howling wolf?" Maralyn rolled down the side window, and for her trouble, got a bucket of water in the face. "A howling wolf? There aren't any wolves in this part of the country. Just how corny can you get?" She pulled up on the drawbridge and parked next to Amos' car.
She grabbed her suitcase and rushed under the heavy portcullis. She looked up and winced at the spikes just over her head. What would happen if it ever let go? She put down her bag and lifted the heavy knocker with both hands, straining to get it out all the way, and let it go. The heavy oaken door vibrated with the blow and she could hear the echo of the sound bouncing through the halls and then the boom was reinforced somewhere, changed slightly in pitch, and funneled hack down to the front door in another hone-shattering blow.
There was a rumble of heavy iron holts being moved, the lifting of mighty catches, and the door began to move, ft creaked and halted. A (lash of light made diamonds of the dancing raindrops. Maralyn pushed from the outside until there was enough room for her to enter. Her way was barred by a beautiful woman.
"Shiksa! You made me spill my martini."
"Sorry, ma'am." Maralyn picked up her bag and tried to get inside.
"T know it isn't your fault. You're new around here." Hortense took her by the arm and pointed to the side of the door. "See, it says: Doorbell-Push Here. Such a headache it gives me."
"The knocker?"
"Please don't use that dirty word. If I've told Ygor once, I've told him a hundred times to nail it down."
"Please, ma'am, could I come inside. I'm getting soaked."
"Of course. How thoughtless of me. You're Maralyn, and I'm Hortense." She looked Maralyn over and licked her lips. "But you're quite beautiful, my dear. A lovely girl."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"You may call me Hortense, and I'll call you Maralyn." She started to close the door when a wolf howled. Lassie lumbered in, hesitated long enough to shake herself, giving them a fresh shower, howled again, and then disappeared down a dark corridor. "This place has really reached her. She used to bark like other dogs, now she vigils the cemetery and howls every ten minutes. Meshugener dog!" Hortense watched Maralyn slip out of her raincoat. She noted the full breasts, the slim waist and the lush hips. Maralyn leaned back a bit to pull off her rain hat and shake out her long blonde hair. Her mini skirt raised to reveal her full thighs and for a split second the crotch of her black pantyhose. Hortense licked her lips again. "My dear, you arc soaking wet. We're both wet. You'll catch your death of a cold." She took a pitcher and glass off a side table. "Here, drink .this right away."
"What is it?"
"Don't argue with your Hortense. Do as you're told." Maralyn downed it and then strangled. Hortense held her in her arms and pounded on her back. "You shouldn't drink martinis so fast, my dear." Hortense could feel the full breasts pressing against her own. She straddled Maralyn's thigh and pressed gently. Her neck was close to her lips but she restrained herself admirably. Instead, she breathed deeply of the natural perfume of a young woman and continued to pound her on the back. Finally she was forced to release her. "Better now?"
"I thought you wanted me to gulp it."
"Here, have another."
"I don't know. I don't often have martinis. Two might make me tipsy."
"Nonsense. Under the circumstances, they're good for you." Hortense stared into the innocent blue eyes until they fluttered, looked down at the glass, and began to drink. "You do know what you're here for?"
"Yes, ma'am." Maralyn blushed. "I did have a few misgivings while driving up here, but...." She took another drink. "Everything seems all right suddenly." She giggled. "Could it be the martinis?"
"Of course not, my dear. You're simply an intelligent, emancipated young woman with a mind of your own. Now I'll show you to your room and get you out of your wet clothes." She picked up the suitcase. "Right straight down the hall, my dear. You carry the pitcher and glass. Have another if you wish."
Maralyn giggled. "They do taste good. Warms me up. Particularly down here." She giggled again and rubbed rather vaguely from her navel to her crotch. She poured half a glass and started down the hall.
Hortense watched the delightfully full rump bunch with each step. She licked her lips and followed.
Hortense filled her glass again. "You just relax and finish your drink. I'll get you out of your wet clothes."
"I thought I just finished my drink." Her words were a bit jumbled.
"You must be tired, my dear, from your trip." Hortense slid the zipper down the back of her dress and took it off her arms. "It makes one forgetful." She quickly put the dress on a hanger and hung it on a closet door. "I like your dress."
"Thank you. And thank you for hanging it up." Maralyn took another sip.
Hortense unhooked the bra and began to work it over her arms. "Kick off your shoes, nay dear."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hortense. You must call me Hortense. We're going to be the best of friends." She threw the bra to a chair.
"Yes, Hortense." She staggered as she kicked off the second shoe. Hortense kept her from falling, a breast in each hand. Maralyn giggled.
"My, you are cold and wet." Hortense used her best professional tone. "I'll get a towel as soon as we get all these things off." She pulled the panty hose down over her hips. "You'd better sit on the edge of the bed while I pull these off." She continued the detached approach. "I've never seen anything so wet." She did not glance at the nude Maralyn. "I'll hang them up in the bathroom and bring some towels for both of us. You finish your drink, my dear."
"Maybe I've had enough. I feel so warm all over. All over!"
"Nonsense! A few martinis never hurt anyone." Hortense shouted from the bathroom.
-Maralyn downed half her drink and stretched out on the bed. She squirmed a bit, straightening out her spine, lengthening her legs, hands reaching for the headboard. "What's taking you so long?"
"I'm just hanging up my wet things."
Maralyn rolled over onto her side and finished her drink. "It's sort of a funny martini, isn't it?"
Hortense laughed. "I didn't think you'd notice. We ran out of vermouth and Ygor whipped up a substitute in the lab."
"That must be what's making me so warm all over. All over! And it makes me think funny things."
Hortense came out of the bathroom with a couple of towels. She was nude and she walked casually to the bed. "Turn over on your stomach. What sort of things does it make you think?"
"Funny things." She blushed as she looked Hortense over. "My, you've got real black hair. The drinks make me hot all over. I've never seen-it makes me feel that I can say anything I think."
"Of course you can. You're with your friend, Hortense." She sat on the edge of the bed. "Now roll over so I can dry you."
Maralyn giggled. "I've never seen-I've never seen-"
"Yes, my dear?"
She licked her lips and blurted it out: "Black pussy hair." She leaned forward for a closer look.
Hortense's eyes widened. She reached over to the table, poured a full martini, sniffed it once and then downed it. She moved further onto the bed and spread her thighs a bit. "Would you like to get a closer look, my dear?"
"Yeth," said Maralyn. She slid down so her face was inches away. "May I touch?" She reached out before Hortense could reply. Hortense tried not to move. She watched the hand reach out, hesitate, and then touch her mound gently. It started at the top and then went down from one side to the other, just brushing the hairs. When it got to the center it became a bit bolder and pressed at her slit. She could not control a quiver when a finger flicked her ever erect clit. Maralyn giggled. "Never touched a black pussy before. Never touched any pussy before ... 'cept my own-which is all blonde with thin hair, 'stead of black with fat hair. Did you notice my pussy?" She spread her legs a little.
"Yes, my dear, it's a nice blonde pussy." Hortense poured another martini, sniffed it again, and drank half. "Want some?"
"Should I?"
"I think so."
Maralyn finished it. "But your pussy is all wet."
Hortense handed her a towel. "Will you dry it for me? I'll dry yours."
"Yeth," said Maralyn.
She pushed her onto her back and propped herself alongside. She felt Maralyn pat tentatively with the towel and she spread her legs. The towel moved more surely now. She was pussy-drying with firm strokes. First on one side and then on the other, in such a way that her slit must open and Maralyn get a good look. She shuddered with delight, and reminding herself to tell Ygor to make a large batch of the synthetic vermouth, reached for the tiny blonde bush inches from her eyes.
There was little hair and with one gentle toweling it was dry. Throwing caution to the winds she dropped the towel and finger-combed the damp fuzz. Maralyn stiffened and then relaxed, and groaned a little. She spread the lips and ran a finger from the bottom to the top, gathering wetness. When she reached the little pink clit she found it erect and tickled it slowly.
Maralyn jumped with each stroke and convulsively clutched at Hortense. By accident she drove two fingers into her cunt and left them there. "What are you doing, Miss Hortense?"
"Just checking your virginity. You said you were a virgin."
"Yeth, ma'am."
"Well, I'm supposed to check." She moistened her thumb and gently inserted it. The way was blocked almost immediately.
"You are, aren't you?"
"Yeth, ma'am."
"Hortense. You can call me Hortense." She pushed firmly against the membrane and reaching over with the other hand began a circular motion on her clit.
Maralyn began a little humming sound and continued to clutch at Hortense's pussy, two fingers still inside. It was an amateurish frigging but Hortense found it altogether delightful. As though she suddenly realized what she was doing, Maralyn removed her hand. "Should we-should we go any further, Hortense?"
"Why not? You do know why you're here?"
"Yeth."
"So there's all kinds of sexual research. We'll have our program and Ygor will have this."
"Yeth, Hortense." She brought both hands up and taking the lips delicately with the very tips of her fingers, spread them. Hortense could tell that she must be studying her cunt as though she had never seen one before. Probably she had not, other than her own. When Maralyn freed one hand to run it up and down rapidly in her slit, Hortense slowly raised herself and straddled Maralyn's head. A thumb started in. "Will I hurt you, Hortense, if I push it in all the way?"
"Not at all, my dear; push it in and out all you want." Maralyn started slowly and then increased the pace. She pinched her clit with the other hand and Hortense began to moan. "Am I hurting you?"
"God, no. Don't stop!" She lowered her head and began licking Maralyn's tiny knob. Almost at once Maralyn began kicking and straining. Her groans grew louder. As though in a futile effort to stifle them she withdrew her thumb, pulled Hortense down on top of her, and began a furious mouthing.
Hortense kept her head. She was getting close but Maralyn was the important one. A virgin. It would be her first virgin. She continued sucking and listening, her thumb still in place, pressed against the membrane. Maralyn was reaching a crescendo. It would be a great wild orgasm. Probably her first. Her first, probably, other than little fingerings of her own, or bumbling experiments with children. And Hortense would get her cherry. The moment was close. She poised to drive in her thumb.
Lassie lumbered in and pounced on top of them tumbling them about. She gave a brief howl and began lashing out with her tongue. First one pussy, then the other, two licks each, but not finding any of that delightful male aroma, she gave another brief howl, and lumbered out the door.
"I'll kill her," screamed Hortense. "I'll murder that priceless meshugener gem of a dog. Why isn't she out in the rain guarding the cemetery?"
Maralyn lay there with her mouth open, licking her lips, not quite knowing what happened. "I was-it was-I think I was-just about to-oh, Miss Hortense, couldn't we do some more research?"
"Yeth," said Hortense. She poured a quick martini, gulped half, and gave the rest to Maralyn. "I'll close the door." She got there just in time to say: "Oh, Ygor. Ygor? Ygor."
"What's going on?"
"Your hair is on end again."
"I know. I must remember to put some insulation on those terminals."
"And do nail down the knocker. Such a headache it gives me."
"I heard all this screaming and yelling."
"We were just drying ourselves from the rain when that meshugener gem of a Lassie came in and jumped all over us."
Ygor strode over to the bed. "Ah, you must be Maralyn. Nice to meet you." He let his eyes roam slowly from one end of her to the other, and finally came back to her pussy and her widespread legs. "Do you always lie around like that? I mean-"
"Yeth. Ever since I had some of your martinis."
"I mean, you are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yeth. I think so. I was when I came in." She sat up and poured herself another martini.
"Do you mind if I-"
"Not at all. Help yourself."
Ygor slipped on a rubber glove and looked around. "Maybe I'll need some vaseline."
"Maybe you won't." Hortense licked her lips.
"My, she is moist and a bit swollen, I think. Strange! Engorged as though she's been having all kinds of sex, but-" he pulled his finger out-"definitely a virgin!" He looked around as though he had made an earth-shaking discovery.
Maralyn gave a little moan as he removed his finger and clutched at her martini glass.
"Well," said Hortense, "I'm glad that's settled to everyone's satisfaction. Why don't you run along to your secret lab and I'll tuck Maralyn in before I go to beddy-bye."
"Beddy-bye?" He tried to flatten his hair without success. "It's not that late. We can get to work right away. Maralyn seems perfectly ready. More ready than I expected." He looked again at her swollen pussy and her widespread thighs and shook his head in confusion. His hair swayed back and forth like a field of wheat in a windstorm.
"But the poor girl must be tired. Aren't you tired, my dear?"
"What are the plans?"
"Well," said Ygor, "I thought we might get right at some of the initial phases of this sexual research you came for. A few tests, perhaps some clitoral massage to check your virginal responses. Maybe it would be too much-"
"Of course it is," interrupted Hortense.
"Not at all." Maralyn jumped off the bed. "I was tired when I arrived but I seem to have gotten my second wind." She clutched the martini pitcher. "Perhaps it was the second martini."
"Shall we proceed to the lab?" Ygor looked in a mirror. "It does seem to be coming down a bit." He tried holding his hair down for a few moments, in an effort to train it, but it sprang back up.
They were halfway down the hall when he turned to Hortense. "And just where do you think you're going?"
"To the lab."
"Like that?"
"Like what?"
"Nude!"
"So Maralyn's nude."
"So Maralyn's supposed to be nude. You're supposed to assist me; attach instruments; take tests; read dials; like that. Did you think you were the patient? I used you last year-remember? I know all your responses."
"That's what you think, daddyo. Wait 'til I get a smock." She strode away, grinned over her shoulder, and gave an unnecessarily wide swing to her ass.
Ygor gazed after her. "Sometimes I don't think I know everything that's going on around here."
"Yeth," said Maralyn, taking another sip.
The lab was in the main hall. It was lofty and vaulted and Ygor's voice had all the resonance of an electronic organ. "Now, Maralyn, if you'll just stretch out on this double-sized well-padded lab table we'll get down to business."
"Yeth."
"I'm afraid you'll have to give up your jug of martinis." He turned to Hortense. "Here, my dear, why don't you finish them?"
"I have a supply of my own. Why not give it to Amos? I'm sure a couple of martinis with your special vermouth would do him a world of good." She licked her lips and poured another glassful. "Where is he, by the way?"
"Here I am." Amos came from behind an instrument panel and looked at Maralyn stretched out on the table. He let his eyes wander from one end of her to the other. He gulped, grabbed the full pitcher, and downed half in a few convulsive swallows. He regained his poise, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and leered a bit. "Nice to see you again. You're looking well."
"Yeth."
Amos had his belt unbuckled and his shirt half off before Ygor could stop him. "Let's not be so randy there, my boy, we've got a few preliminary tests before the big scientific defloration."
"Yeth," whispered Hortense, with a sarcastic over tone. "Remember I'm watching every move you make so don't enjoy it too much. Here, have another martini."
"Now, Miss Maralyn," continued Ygor. "If you'll just spread your legs a bit. Not that far. Ah, fine. Comfy?"
"Yeth. Could I have another of your fabulous martinis?"
"Thank you. Of course, you can. Just lift your head a bit and Amos will feed you. Now, Hortense, let us begin." Ygor spread her outer and inner lips. "First we insert this tiny electrode-" Maralyn giggled. "Steady, my dear-to determine the acidity of the vagina under the various phases and stages of foreplay, defloration, and ultimate orgasm. That tiny little wire shouldn't be in the way. Hortense, please check the meter on the instrument panel."
Hortense went behind the panel. "Plus two." She had to shout.
"And when I flick her little clit?"
"Ooh," said Maralyn. "Amos, do give me another martini."
"Plus three and a half," shouted Hortense.
"Should I get undressed now?" Amos took another sip, licked his lips, and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Easy, lad. We still have a lot of attachments to make before you make your big entrance. Big entrance! Ha! That's a funny." Ygor groped around. "Where did everyone go?"
"Your hair finally fell down."
He swept it back. "Maybe I should grab those electrodes again."
"How about getting a haircut?" shouted Hortense.
"A haircut? A haircut?" Ygor looked confused. "Never heard of such a thing." He handed some equipment to Amos. "Here! To keep yourself busy, attach the sphygmomanometer-have to watch her blood pressure." He shouted to Hortense. "I'm placing the muscular contraction electrode on her abdomen. Does it register anything?"
"Negative."
"How about when I flick her clit?"
"Her blood pressure went up ten points."
"How come you flick her clit? I thought that was my job." Amos whispered, hoping Hortense would not hear.
"Of course, lad, you two have to get to know each other. Give her a few little flicks and a couple of pinches. Splendid! Good to hear her moan and groan like that. Appears to have normal responses."
"Muscular contraction plus ten." There was a tinge of excitement in Hortense's voice.
"Excellent!" Ygor rubbed his hands and pulled down the overhead automatic movie camera until it was only inches from Maralyn's pussy. "That means the vaginal blood vessels are engorging and there is muscular reaction to erotic stimulation. Later, after the defloration, we can check for any uterine swelling by palpating through the vagina."
"Golly, gee," said Maralyn. "Maybe I should have another martini before all that."
"Pelvic vasocongestion reduced ten percent."
"Flick her again, Amos. I saw that, lad," he added accusingly. "You were inserting a finger."
"Just getting a little cunt juice." Amos made a silly grin and sipped from the martini jug. "Her cute little clit may be growing to be a delightful size but it sure needs some of the old lubrication. Wouldn't want to scratch it."
"Well, be careful!" Ygor attached two electrodes to Maralyn's temples. "We don't want an accidental defloration."
"Muscular contraction and vasocongestion plus fifteen." Hortense leaned around the instrument panel. "I wish I could sec what you clowns are doing."
"Back to your post, Hortense. And you, Amos, easy on the foreplay. We're not quite ready." Ygor wound an elasticized band around Maralyn's chest and attached another band to a wrist. "There!" he said, highly pleased with himself. "That takes care of pulse, respiration, and the electroencephalograph."
"Gloryosky," said Maralyn. "I'm sort of scared of all these wires and attachments."
"Don't fret, my dear." Ygor patted her head and draped her long blonde hair over the edge of the table.
"You may get a charge out of them. Ha! Another funny-get a charge out of them. Give your hair a good straightening."
"Should I take my clothes off now?" Amos swayed slightly, and then steadied himself with a firm grip on the martini jug.
Ygor ignored him. He swung another automatic camera down from the ceiling and trained it on her right nipple. "That will record for posterity any engorgement changes in the nipple aureola while the other will reveal color variations of the labia minor. Later, right after the defloration, we can ram in that special camera and see what does on with the cervix."
"Gosh!" said Maralyn. "Could I have another sip, Amos?"
"Now we attach this final band to her right ankle to record temperature and we're all ready to go."
"Now?" asked Amos.
"Now!"
"Golly," said Maralyn, lifting her head off the table to peek at his cock. "That's a big one. Maybe we should wait until-"
"Nonsense," snapped Ygor. "It's just an ordinary sized penis in sexual arousal exhibiting a substantial in crease in its girth and length along with a change in the angle of protrusion. All this was brought about, Maralyn, by the stimulating sight of you and his erotic thoughts."
"Yeth?"
"The penis becomes engorged with blood and this is called an erection." Ygor tapped Amos' cock with a pencil so it swayed back and forth a few times like a pendulum. He tapped again. "This is the coronal ridge which may increase slightly in diameter at the moment of orgasm while the glans may deepen its purple-reddish color. Note, Maralyn, how the testicles have increased in size in the last few seconds." He poked them with the pencil point, leaving a few scribbles. "And how the shortening of the spermatic cord has pulled them up into the scrotum. If his nuts got any tighter he might, as they say a bit coarsely, spray his fuck."
"Ooh!"
Amos went from one side of the table to the other, his cock bobbing and swaying. Maralyn watched every move, took another sip, and licked her lips. "How am I supposed to climb on top of her with all that junk attached?"
"Don't worry about a thing." Ygor lifted Maralyn's knees. "Hold them there, my dear. Now Amos, you lie on her left side with your legs under her knees. That's it. There! Your penis is aimed at her vagina. Don't prod like that. Just rest it at the entrance." Ygor gripped his cock, sloshed it up and down a few times, and then thrust it in about an inch. "Don't move."
"Aargh!" Maralyn almost sat upright, her eyes widening. She looked down. "Golly! I do think I need a little more anesthetic-martini, I mean."
"I'll buy that!" Hortense came from behind her panel. "One last drink." She leaned down and whispered to Amos. "Stop acting as though you never had a fuck. Watch yourself, or I may cut it off."
"Yes, Hortense, ma'am."
"A toast to the success of our research." Ygor let Maralyn finish her drink and then pushed her hack. "The first thing is the foreplay-the excitement stage. Amos, if you'll just reach down and give her some manual manipulation. Splendid! Now suck on her left nipple and reach around her neck to titillate the right nipple."
"Aaaah!" said Maralyn. "And I get paid too."
"Is there anything I could do with my left toe?" There was some bitterness in Amos' tone.
"You can use it for leverage later on. In the meantime, don't move. Are all the instruments charting?"
"Perfect." Hortense added a grumble. "I wish I could see what's going on out there."
"I see, Maralyn, that you are beginning to experience some overall bodily excitement. You're a bit breathless and there's a touch of perspiration. This is to be expected. Your nipples are now erect, and-" Ygor leaned down for a closer look. "And your cute little clit is fiery. And-you didn't come yet, did you, Amos?"
"No, but it won't take much."
"All that juice is from her?"
"Gushing."
"Well, watch it. You're not to thrust until Maralyn starts coming. Now, Maralyn-" Ygor wiped her forehead with a bit of gauze.
"Yeth?"
"You're beginning to moan and groan a bit. That's fine. Muscles twitching, head thrown back, tongue thrusting, toes curling, hips rotating; all that's to be expected. But at the moment of orgasm you may try to throw your entire body into continuous and violent action; arch your back, thrash about with your arms and legs, scream, beat Amos; you may even try to fly off the table. He will endeavor to hold you, and thrusting forward swiftly and deeply, perforate your hymen, and continue the fornication until, hopefully, you achieve multiple orgasm. Or, as they say in the vernacular, take your cherry and fuck the ass off you."
Maralyn did not appear to be listening any more. Amos maintained a rhythmic passage on her clit and a gentle probing pressure on her cherry. She had her hands flung over her head, eyes closed, mouth open, and loosed a series of oohs and aahs at a rapidly increasing rate.
Hortense shouted: "I think she's getting close."
"Start the cameras." Ygor rushed behind the panel. Close by there was a brilliant bolt of lightning. Lassie lumbered in, howled once, and leaped up on the table. She found just what she was looking for and proceeded to lap Amos' cock and balls frantically. He gave one short yell, a spine-cracking quiver, and shot his load. He became soft almost instantly.
Ygor surveyed the ruin with a sad expression on his face. Lassie transferred her attentions to Maralyn's cunt. Her raspy tongue flew up and down in her open swollen crack at an incredible pace until with a great hoarse scream Maralyn pulled Amos over on top of her, buried her tongue in his mouth, and proceeded to slash a dozen bloody scratches across his back.
"For a virgin she sure got her jollies. All the instruments register tilt." Hortense pulled Amos off the table and inserted a finger in Maralyn. "Wonder of wonders, she's still a virgin. Sloppy, but still technically a virgin."
"Yeth," said Maralyn. "But I think I'd like to go to beddy-bye now." She looked around with a dreamy look on her face. "I need some sleepums."
Ygor pushed back his hair. "We'll just have to start all over again tomorrow afternoon." He started for the door. "Don't wait up for me. I have a little work to do in my secret lab."
"I'd love to know what goes on in there." Hortense put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"Soon! Soon! A man has got to have a hobby, you know." Ygor made a silly grin. "Very soon you'll all find out. Why don't you all get a good night's rest? I mean, you all must be pooped. It's been a long hard day. Ha! Another funny : a long hard day. Ha!"
Hortense watched Ygor leave. "He's talking too much which means he's up to no good." She turned in time to catch Amos leading Maralyn out another door. "And just where do you think you're going?"
Amos took the final drink from the martini jug. He widened his eyes with innocence. "Why I just thought I'd see Maralyn to her room before I called it a night. I mean, as Ygor said, we're all pooped. It has been a long hard day." He tried to get another drink out of the jug.
Hortense raised an eyebrow. "It's still early evening, Amos Jones." She took Maralyn by the hand. "I will see that Maralyn gets settled properly."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And while I'm getting her settled, you may mix a large pitcher of martinis."
"Yes, Hortense, ma'am."
"And bring them to my room."
Amos sighed.
"With Lassie."
"That priceless gem."
"And if I'm not there, wait for me. It may take a little time to get Maralyn settled. Come, my dear." She guided her out the door.
CHAPTER TWO
A seagull told it to a flying fish, and the flying fish told it to a seahorse, and the seahorse told it to a lobster, and the lobster told it to a blackfish, and the blackfish told it to a porpoise, and the porpoise told it to a whale, and the whale took a deep breath, dove down a thousand feet, and bubbled it to everyone. Finally it reached His Majesty's ears.
"Holy shit!" he screamed, and fell off his throne. This was not due to the impact of the news, but rather to his usual condition: stoned out of his nut. He waved his two Handmaidens-of-the-Month aside, and managed to regain his perch, wavering precariously. He tilted his crown to a jaunty angle and took another swig from his bottle. "Now where were we, Zuleika?"
"I don't know. You were whispering with Mr. Coela-canth, your Impressive Eminence, Lord of the Sea, Master of all the Universe, Triton the Immoral."
Triton tilted to starboard and Zuleika nudged him to an upright position. "Now where were we?" Before Zuleika could answer he took a final drink from the bottle and flipped it over his shoulder. "Break out another absinth."
Ilona, on the port side, repeated the order in a loud voice: "Break out another absinth for the Gash-happy Monarch, Triton the Immoral." The strength of her tone created a cloud of bubbles that enveloped Triton for a moment.
He swatted at them as though he were being attacked by a swarm of flies. "I'm drowning in air. It'll sober me up." He began to tilt towards port.
Ilona held him in an upright position, and then carefully removed her hands, being certain he did not tilt again.
A very young mermaid at the entrance to the throne room took up the order. She screamed out the archway in a high-pitched childish voice: "Break out another absinth for The Imperial Cock, Triton the Immoral."
They could hear it repeated down near the storage caves and Triton sighed. "Why can't they bring up more than one bottle at a time? Why do I have to go through this every time I want a little snort. It's too much for the Nipple of the World to bear, Ilona, why don't you suck my cock?"
"I have to guard the port side, Your Illustrious Testicle, in case you tilt."
"Maybe Zuleika could swim around in back and guard both sides."
"It doesn't work. We tried that yesterday. Sometimes you tilt forward."
"About my message...." Mr. Coelacanth tried to make an obeisant bow. This entailed a great deal of fin-fluttering, and it only succeeded in making him look ridiculous.
"Haven't time for that now." Triton teetered and then regained his posture on his own. "Where is my absinth? Where is everybody? Somebody has to suck my cock."
"What for, Your Eminence?" Zuleika pulled at his nipple to calm him. "You haven't been able to get it up once in the last six months."
"I know, but it's fun trying. And where is everybody? Or did I ask that?"
"Your August Green Ball sent the entire court out to scour the seven seas for absinth."
Triton leaned back in his throne. It creaked. He was well-built, but a little on the heavy side. "And they keep coming back with gold and jewels and other gewgaws, but no absinth. How come the world doesn't shipwreck absinth anymore? How come somebody doesn't suck my cock?"
"About my message . .
Triton waved Mr. Coelacanth aside. "Too many problems right now."
"But Monarch of Swollen Clit," said Ilona, "you know we haven't found any absinth in years. We have tons of scotch, Seven-up, vodka, ginger brandy, slivovitz, cognac, rye, bourbon, ketchup, champagne-how about a little of the old bubbly, Your Impressive-"
"I think it's the worms I like." He tilted to starboard but Zuleika was ready for him. "Must be my fishy ancestors." Triton groaned: "Absinthe! What would ever happen if I sobered up? Instant Boredom!" His voice grew weaker. "Absinth!"
Zuleika shouted: "Hurry with the absinth." She steadied Triton. "What if I roll you a nice fat joint, your Soddenness?"
"Pot?"
Ilona nudged him with her elbow. "Some great green just came in. Real Acapulco."
"Would the Patriarch of Greek like to have me create a pleasure bubble?" asked Zuleika. "We would carry you inside long enough for a few quick drags." She brushed Mr. Coelacanth away before he could open his mouth.
Triton shook his hoary hair sadly. "You know how all that air under pressure sobers me up." Then, he brightened. "Maybe it'll hold me until the absinth arrives."
"Pot!" shouted Zuleika. "Pot for the Maker of Jism." The young mermaid screamed back from the archway: "Did you say Pot, or Potty?"
"Pot! He doesn't need to do do-do. Triton do do-do an hour ago."
Zuleika felt Triton's pudgy fingers fishing in her crotch. It felt good. As Handmaidens-of-the-Month they had beer, too busy to get much, too tired after hours. She looked longingly at Ilona and sighed, knowing nothing more would come of his probing than a wet itchy cunt.
"Where is that pot?" Triton looked at Mr. Coelacanth with drawn eyes and held up his hand to prevent him from speaking. "Where is my absinth? Where is everybody? Where is my cocksucker?" He drew himself up to his impressive five feet and roared: "Hey, big-tits, swim over here and suck my cock!"
"Oh, yes, Your Succulence." The little mermaid kept low before him and affixed her lips to his flaccid cock. She delicately held his balls with both hands and started an inexperienced mouthing.
"Oddsblood!" roared Triton. "She's like a nursing seal. I may get an erection after all."
"We'll believe that when we see it, Master of Premature Ejaculations." Zuleika stuck a nipple in his mouth. "Maybe this will help."
"Where's the tide?" he mumbled.
"Low."
"Forget it." He pushed Zuleika away. "You know I can never get a real hard at low tide."
"You can't get it up at any tide, Overlord of Pooh outs. Shall I shoo her away before she chews the end off it?"
"No. Just hold me upright while I meditate on my royal problems. It's a tranquil feeling, having your old soft cock nursed. I don't see anyone delivering the Acapulco green."
"We thought you might forget, Memory of First Jab."
"Wet, what?"
"Soaked!"
"I do, Your Satiated Wizard. I bring absinth." The little mermaid wiggled coyly.
"Ah! The one with the big tits."
"Could I do anything else for His-"
"Take turns with the other Jailbait. Someone has to learn how to suck cock correctly." Triton took a long drink from his bottle and settled back with a sigh. "Perhaps the problems of the day are now settled?"
"About my message-" Mr. Coelacanth squirmed nervously, sending a ripple through the water.
Triton observed him blearily. His head bobbed slightly with the movement of the sea. "Yes. You did whisper something a while back. Seemed important at the time, but I-"
"It was on good authority. I got it from a whale who got it from a-"
"Yes! Yes! And what was it."
"I feel I must whisper it."
"By all means." Triton leaned forward while Mr. Colelacanth whispered. Finally he screamed: "Holy shit!" And fell off his throne.
Zuleika and Ilona managed to get him upright again. "Twice in one day is too much, Your Sodden Majesty. What's it all about?" Ilona prodded the two mermaids back to their task.
"It's that crazy professor," Triton waved a finger around and then pointed up. "That mad scientist right above us."
"You mean the one in the castle that keeps throwing all those empty gin bottles down to us "
"The same! Such a mess he makes. Well, he started some experiments in sexual research and right away the girl gets pregnant. And still a virgin."
"Tough titty, baby. It happens to the best of us." Zuleika reached over and stuck her thumb in Ilona's mouth. She suckled furiously. "I can think of someone I'd like to make pregnant right now."
"Don't fight over it, kids. There's enough cock for both of you." Triton spread his legs further. "One of you can suck my balls." He gave them a generous smile and sank back in his throne. "But Ygor had all those crazy oscillators going; the room was saturated with radiations."
"So? She got pregnant anyway."
"And the radiations were modulated by bolts of lightning."
"I suppose it was raining."
"Pouring! It's always a cloudburst; never just a simple rain."
"Sounds like a great setting for a fuck. So the girl got pregnant."
"Maralyn, her name is."
"So what's it all got to do with us?"
"You kids can switch now: number One on the balls, Two on the cock." Triton gave a weary sigh. "Maybe I'll never get it up again." He took another suck from his bottle. "Zuleika, if I ask for another absinth, would you mind swimming away an ell or so before shouting. You know how those bubbles bug me."
"Of course, Dream of All Virgins. Just ask."
"I'd like another absinth."
Zuleika glided away a few feet and Ilona screamed: "Absinth for The Chief Bag."
The bubbles surrounded him for moments. Triton drummed his fingers on the arm of his throne and gazed sadly into space.
When there was no immediate answer Ilona screamed again: "Absinth for Triton the Three-prong." When the bubbles cleared she added: "I don't think there's anyone there, Three-prong. All the others are at school and the rest of the court is-"
"I know! I know! Out scouring the seven seas for absinth."
Triton looked down with kindly mien. "You two just stick to your jobs. You can switch now. By the numbers: one, two, three, four, cock to balls, balls to cock. Excellent! You're both learning fast. That's what I need, more jailbait handmaidens. Zuleika, who was that innocent-looking piece that wandered through and was sent for the absinth?"
"Don't know, Drooling Letcher, no one bothers to name them until they get of age."
"Such a magnificent ass on such a young child. Just a bit large for her overall size, which, of course, makes it twice as sexy. Both cheeks like swollen melons with a tension, a tightness to the skin, as though it's pulling her crack right out. And the creases at the bottom, well-defined, deep; and the whole business constantly moving, swelling then receding, as she flashes a smile over her shoulder; her sweet innocent eyes somehow heavy-lidded with secret carnal knowledge; her tail gently moving as she swims away for my absinth. That gorgeous tail tapering down from those full hips; one can almost see her little tight rosebud."
Zuleika pressed him back in his throne. "Easy, Your Mental Fuck. Don't get yourself all worked up."
"Unless you plan to get it up," added Ilona.
He ignored her. "You kids can switch again." He smiled down benignly. "And easy on the teeth. So when Fatass returns with my absinth she may have the overpowering honor of sitting on my lap while I explore her potentials."
Triton sighed. "Now where were we?"
"You had a whispering session with Mr. Coelacanth. The virgin Maralyn got herself knocked up in the rain while lightning modulated some radiations. Watch out. Captain of Crack, here comes another gin bottle."
"We must fix that hole in the roof. Why can't Ygor take his old gin bottles to the town dump like all good citizens? He's as bad as those jokers at Cape Kennedy, throwing all that junk into space. Don't they know somebody, someday, has to clean it up?"
Ilona tossed the gin bottle back with the absinth bottles. "So Maralyn's pregnant."
"Her first fuck, too."
"So who cares?"
"The modulated radiations did it. You kids can switch again. That's it, by the numbers, don't miss a stroke."
Zuleika began to lose her temper. "So will the Tetrarch of Sloppy Gash get to the point? The modulated radiations did what?"
"I thought you knew. It's quite simple." Triton leaned forward and patted one of the little heads. "Don't cry, my dear, perhaps when you're a bit bigger you'll be able to get both my balls in your mouth at once."
"Did what? Did what?" Zuleika was beside herself. "What did what?"
"The modulated radiations?"
"You gotta watch out for that stuff. Real bad!" Triton took a long drink. "When do you think Fatass will get here with another bottle?"
"Awww!" Zuleika sat on the throne arm and began to cry. "Your Fucking Majesty is a Fuckhead. So when will Maralyn have her baby."
"She won't."
"Won't?" Ilona sat on the other arm and scratched her head. "But you just said that she's pregnant with modulated radiations."
"Exactly." Triton smiled at each of them. He put his arms around them and fondled a tit with each hand. "You can switch now kids, and easy on the teeth. That's where you two come in. Zuleika and Ilona, my favorite Handmaidens-of-the-Month. You're all I have left for this important mission, what with everyone else out-"
"We know! We know where everyone is, Your Psychological Impotency."
"So you two have to go up there and unpregnant Maralyn."
"But why?"
"You might start with the hypnotic dome, dream sequences, and all that, and...."
"But why?"
"And then, if that should fail, perhaps a sleep dome, but be careful no one gets hurt. You know how those sleep domes are. Of course, it would be of no use unless Maralyn is somewhere near the edge of the sea." Triton reached down to squeeze their asses. "You two do have delightful tails, every foot of them, but you know how helpless you are on dry land."
"But why? Why?"
"Ah! Here comes that cute little Fatass now with a fresh absinth. Why don't you two get going on your mission?"
"But why?"
"Why unpregnant Maralyn?"
"I thought I just told you."
"Triton, Your Impossible Jerkoff, you didn't say why."
"She's not married." Triton grinned at them as he pulled Fatass into his lap. "You two kids can switch again. That's it, by the numbers, don't miss a stroke."
"Please, Master of the Triple Come; why?"
"Well, if you must know...." Triton lowered his voice and looked around to be sure he was not overheard. He sat Fatass on the arm of his throne and explored her bottom. "My! You're a delightful child and so well-built for your age. No, don't tell me your age. Later on I'll try to guess. Would you like some of Triton's absinth? That's a good girl. Easy now, not too much for the first time. Might make you a little tipsy. And goodness knows what you might do if you were a little tipsy. You might get giggly and ticklish. And if I put my finger here, and wiggled it, you might giggle-giggle. See! I told you so. Have a little more absinth, Fatass. Haven't you two left yet?"
"Please, Cock-teaser of the Universe. Why?"
"Oh! Well, it seems that the lightning modulated radiations caused a mutation. Maralyn is going to have an amphibian."
"An amphibian!"
"Like me. But a human amphibian. If you think we have trouble with skin divers, think what it would be like with human amphibians wandering around. Easy on the bottle, Fatass, I think you're getting sloshed. So she must be unpregnanted. It's for the good of all, both land and sea. Ilona, you unpregnant her. You need the experience. Zuleika will tell you what to do. If you do it right she'll never know what happened. She'll never even know she was pregnant."
"We leave at once. Hail to Triton the Tail Brain."
He waved without looking up. "See, little Fatass, right here in your crotch, it's just as ticklish as can be.
Ah! You do like that. That's it, jump and quiver all you want. Stretch out across my lap. There, all I need to do is stick my finger in a tiny bit and manipulate this little button. You like that. Of course you do. That sweet innocent face now has a certain erotic twist to the lips; your satin cheeks are flushed and strained in an age-old tension; and those big bright eyes are now glassy and demanding. Now you twist your head back, your tongue flicks across your lips; your entire body tenses. Go ahead, little one, don't hold back. Give your first orgasm to your Triton and then love him forever." He cradled her in his arms until she quieted. "All right now, Fatass?"
"Oh, yes. Do it again."
He looked at her for a long moment. Then he asked: "Where's the tide?"
"Still low," mumbled a mermaid.
"You kids might as well knock off for the rest of the day." He clutched his bottle and stumbled towards the Imperial Chambers. "You kids are now the substitute Handmaidens-of-the-Month and as such, your duties are to stick around the Throne Room and make love to Fatass."
"Yes, Cock of the Water."
"Warm her up real good."
"We'll do our best, Pasha of...."
"With mouth and hand."
"Unceasingly, Sovereign of...."
"And call me at high tide."
CHAPTER THREE
Ygor Dalmatian Smith worked all night in his secret lab. Finally he made all three of them, the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead. They were beautiful creatures and they lay on tables regarding him with cool eyes, awaiting his further instructions.
Ygor could not care less what they did. Despite his elation over the results of his work he was plain exhausted. The laboratory still hummed with the complicated radiations he had used and forgotten to turn off. Bubbling in the corner was the vat of plastic he had used to make the skin. It had a bad odor when it overcooked and he pushed back his hair and went to cool it.
The girls moved their heads to watch him.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hello," they chorused. "Did you make us?"
"I sure did. Everyone of you."
"Well you certainly gave us a confused set of memories. We're not certain just what we're supposed to do."
"I'm too tired to go into it now," said Ygor. "You do know your names?"
The redhead slid off her table and in adjusting to her legs did an interesting series of small bumps and grinds. "I'm Sheila."
"You'd better get some clothes on if you're going to walk around with those fascinating motions." Ygor was not as fatigued as he originally thought. In fact, he was getting quite horny. He made a mental note to look up Hortense before he took his morning nap.
"What's a clothes?" asked the blonde. She walked up close to Ygor looking like what she was supposed to look like, a tiny cute blonde. "Tell Carole what a clothes is." She pouted up at him and regarded him with wide innocent eyes.
Marge tugged at his sleeve and pulled him close to her table. She stretched luxuriously and when she had his full attention she said: "Climb up here and show me what a clothes is first."
"Back to your tables, everyone. Go to sleep, or something."
"Since we have a choice," said Sheila. "I might say that I'm not sleepy and would like to try the 'or something' with you."
Ygor debated giving the girls some preliminary sexual instruction. He pushed back his hair, twisted his erect cock to a more comfortable position, and decided he could not face the problems inherent in instructing a bevy of virgins. He backed out of his secret lab and locked the door. As he started down the hall he could hear Marge. "Let us out! We've got to fulfill our destiny. Whatever that is."
"Good morning, Ygor."
He looked at Hortense with a blank expression. For a moment he did not recognize her.
"Are you all right, Ygor. You've been working much too hard."
"Of course I'm all right. What are you doing up so early?"
"It's not early. It's eleven-thirty. You've missed breakfast, and your nap. It's almost martini time."
It occurred to Ygor that despite the excellent job he had done with Carole, Marge, and Sheila, Hortense would have won any beauty contest hands down. He pressed her against a wall and gave her a passionate kiss.
Hortense came up for air. "My! My! What's gotten into you so suddenly. And with a big fat hard-on, too." She reached down to give it a few squeezes. "Do you realize it's been weeks since you last gave me a tumble in the hay?"
"Sorry, been so busy, you know." He pressed against her until she made a little gasp. "We can make up for it right away."
"What's a wife to think?"
"Now Hortense, you know you haven't been entirely neglected. I did bring Amos here for you to play with."
"And he still thinks he's putting one over on you." She spread her legs a bit, licked her lips, and began a small insinuating motion with her hips. "A woman wants to have her own old shoe of a husband now and then. We both know I need it more than any one man could supply, but a boy for a boy's job and a man for a man's job. No one makes me come the way you do." She pushed back his hair. "It still has a few volts in it." Ygor gave her a few firm jabs. "And this has a few volts in it too. Let's make like we're going to take a nap."
"I was beginning to think there was someone else, that you were pulling a fast one on me." She smiled. "But then that was silly. There's no one in miles, except the four of us."
The pounding on the door of the lab was not too loud but the voice of Marge was perfectly audible. "How about a little of that old something?"
"A little of what something?" asked Hortense, startled. "Who is that?"
"No one," said Ygor gamely.
"Come on now!"
"Really!" Ygor tried his best. "It is no one. Just one of my experiments. How about that nap?"
Hortense stormed towards the lab door. "She sounds like a pretty easy experiment to me, dad. No wonder you've been calling this your secret lab."
"Now, Hortense. You've just got to trust me."
"Naturally, or you'll never get out of this mess."
There was a lighter tapping on the door. "If we go to sleep will you come back and make us some more?"
"What did she say?" asked Hortense, not quite able to believe her ears.
"It was kind of muffled."
"Perhaps we'd better open the door so we can hear better." There was an ominous tone in her words.
"Now, Hortense!" Ygor addressed the door: "Yes, for God's sake, go to sleep." There were a few dull sounds and then quiet behind the door. "Did I show you the new orchids I potted?"
"I do wish you would," said Hortense sweetly. "Right after you open the door to the little old secret lab."
"It's just a messy little old secret lab."
"Pretty please, just for me?" She took the key out of his hand and threw the door open. The girls were back on their tables neatly arrayed in a manner that gave the room a morgue-like look. They were sound asleep.
Hortense went calmly from one to the other. "At least you could drape them with sheets."
"I haven't had time," said Ygor. "I just finished making them. I mean-you don't understand, Hortense, darling-I made them with nuts and bolts, wires and screws."
"I'll vouch that the last word of that statement is true. You know damn well, Ygor Dalmatian Smith, if there's any sex going on around here I want to be in on it."
"Please, darling, try to understand. There hasn't been any sex. I've been working on them for months. Then last night, as they neared completion, I got all wrapped up in them. I mean, I haven't touched them."
"I'll bet. Now I know why you haven't had any time for me. You're probably all fucked out, night after night with three chicks. And just why did you have to make three women?"
"Why it's just as easy to make three women as it is one."
"That does it," said Hortense, starting for the door. Ygor was close behind her. She turned suddenly. "Why didn't you make three men for me to play with, or three aardvarks? Why three beautiful women?"
Hortense did not wait for an answer. Which was probably just as well because Ygor never did think of one. He was only a few feet behind as she went down the hall.
Just as they reached the main entrance hall someone let the knocker go. The sound enveloped them for a few seconds, gathering strength, while Hortense clutched at her head, and then sped back down the hall.
"Oi gevalt," screamed Hortense. "On top of everything else. Such a headache...."
"Steady," warned Ygor. "Here it comes again. Let's try lying on the floor."
"I wouldn't lie with you anywhere." Hortense stamped her foot. "How dare you use up good cock without me?"
"I didn't! I didn't!" protested Ygor, but his words were lost in the sonic boom, much lower in pitch this time, reinforced by echoes from the unlocked secret lab, that massaged them with invisible lingers. Ygor got the door open. There were three men standing there.
"Pardon me, sir."
"Haven't time now." Hortense rushed across the drawbridge. Ygor tried to brush by.
One of the men grabbed his arm. "You'll have to make time, sir." He flashed some credentials. "I'm Bill Higgins from the F.C.C.-Federal Communications Commission."
"I haven't talked to anyone in the government in ages."
"Some spurious radiation has been splashing up the spectrum for miles."
"And we traced it here," said another, accusingly.
"Look, fellows, help yourselves. The lab is straight down the hall." Ygor got free and raced after Hortense.
"What do you say, Ed?" asked Bill. "He invited us in, so it's legal."
"Please, Hortense, believe me!" She kept ahead of him. "I didn't touch them."
They found the lab without difficulty but were unable to determine the exact source of the radiation. Most of the equipment was completely unfamiliar and the standard types of transmitters and high frequency oscillators in sight did not seem to be functioning.
Ygor grabbed her arm. "Really, Hortense, T didn't fuck them. Not a one!"
"A likely story."
"What do you think, George? Should we throw the main switch?"
"Only thing we can do."
Carole said: "Pssst!" She waved cutely and whispered: "Is it time to wake up yet?"
Ygor held her arm. "I planned them as a surprise for both of us."
"So how come you didn't make a mechanical man for me? How come just three girls? You think I like to play lesbian all the time?"
Ygor tried to think of an answer. "I wasn't just thinking of sex when I made them." He knew it was a lame story and his tone sounded it.
"And naked as jay birds." Ed was a little nearsighted so his close scrutiny could be excused.
"Three of them. One for each of us." Marge slipped off her table and took an unresisting George in back of the computer.
Ygor took her arm again and led her to a bench in the cemetery. "Isn't it great, that it stopped raining for once?" He pushed Lassie away. "Heel, crazy dog, stop licking my cock. Go guard a stone."
"Might as well let her do it. It's all the licking you're going to get as far as I'm concerned. What bugs me is you having the chutzpa to try to put something over on me."
"Now Hortense, let's be reasonable. Would I have this big hard if I'd been fucking those dolls all night? Be reasonable! Feel my cock." He put her hand on it and she gave him a vicious pinch.
"You haven't seen the orchids," said Sheila. She had a firm grip on Bill.
"Can't we talk this over, lady?" asked Ed. "I mean, we haven't even been properly introduced."
"My name is Carole." She smiled her most disarming. "First I want you to tell me all about clothes." By the time Ed absorbed this lie was already out the lab, across the hall, and into a small bedroom. He was aware of the unusual strength in the hand that guided him. "And then I have some other problems that bother me."
Ed did try to keep his distance.
Hortense did not resist when he put his arm around her. She kept her hand on his cock. "Don't let my work come between us."
"Work-hah! Gevalt!"
Carole held him close and blinked up. "First, though, would you do me a little favor? Do you see anything in my eye?"
Sheila and Marge were regaling each other with the things they had learned when Carole returned to the lab. "It wasn't like that at all with me," she said. "In fact, I'm completely disappointed."
"How could that be?"
Ygor whispered in her ear. "You know I wouldn't have the strength for anyone else."
"Hmmm! I wonder?" Hortense rubbed him through his trousers.
Carole continued: "Well, it started out nicely. He got a tiny lock washer out of my eye. That seemed to worry him a bit but I assured him I was in one piece."
Ygor opened his fly and pulled himself out. He watched her lick her lips. As her eyes got a bit glassy he knew he was winning the battle.
Hortense gave him a few slow strokes, and whispered: "I do think it's bigger than ever. I can barely get my hand around it." She used both hands.
"Tell us more," said Marge. She stretched lazily on a table.
"He taught me how to kiss and I thought that was very nice. Then he began to check me over. I told him not to worry about me just because of a little old loose lock washer."
"Move over," said Sheila. "I suddenly feel kind of lazy too."
"He seemed to be interested in my internal construction," continued Carole.
"I guess they all are," said Marge. She turned to Sheila. "You know, you feel just as nice as George. I'll tickle your thing if you tickle mine."
"Oooh, that feels good," said Sheila.
Hortense used her fists to measure the length of his cock. She was mumbling to herself, absorbed in her study. "I do think it's longer than ever; three fists long." She looked at him accusingly. "Last time I measured it, it was two and a half fists. What have you been doing to make it grow?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing," protested Ygor. "Maybe your fist shrunk."
"You're not listening," complained Carole. "So I showed him how to put his fingers in my two belly buttons and give that funny push-pull and twist."
"I know."
"Then, of course, the part he had in his other hand came off."
"Naturally."
Hortense looked him square in the eye. She continued her accusing tone. "Not only is it bigger than ever, but it's hard as a fucking bone. You sure those three dolls-"
"Never touched me, and I never touched them," interrupted Ygor, his palms outspread in a gesture of perfect innocence.
Carole continued: "That was when he began to groan and get glassy-eyed."
"Perhaps you were being too cooperative." Sheila spread her legs. "Oooh, yes, Marge, stick your fingers in there. It feels so good. It feels like you're waking something up in there." She turned back to Carole. "I didn't show my man all my construction work and I didn't have any trouble."
"Neither did I," said Marge. "Ooh, Sheila, I'm beginning to like it too. Twiggle my little wet button again."
Ygor protested with the firm conviction of the unjustly accused. "You'll see when we get back that the three of them know absolutely nothing about sex."
Hortense did not hear him. She was absorbed in getting his balls out. "Tight as a couple of drums." She hefted them as though trying to guess their weight. "And enormous! Bigger than ever. Swollen with goodies." She raised her voice. "All right, Lassie, stop whining; you can have a couple of licks and that's all."
"Oh, my God," groaned Ygor.
"Grabs you, doesn't it?"
Carole shook her head in bewilderment. "So while we were playing with each other I thought he might as well fix me up. I'm a bit loose." She manipulated her belly buttons and the quadrant beneath it, including the soft blonde imitation pubic hair, peeled down exposing a complicated warming grid and contraction tunnel. Carole burrowed inside herself and brought out a couple of wires that had been twisted together. "All I wanted him to do was pigtail these loose wires for me until we could find a soldering iron."
Hortense looked up after shooing Lassie away. "You sure those three dolls didn't have a hand in making your cock grow?"
"I just told you. You weren't listening. When we get back to the lab you'll see they know absolutely nothing about sex. Nothing!" He let his hand stray inside her blouse and pulled at a nipple. "Absolutely nothing."
Hortense quivered and just said: "Mmmmm!"
Marge asked: "And he wouldn't help you? That does seem a bit odd. Sheila, darling, suck on my tongue a while and then I'll suck on yours."
"He just groaned more and more and got glassy-glassy eyed."
"And that's all?"
"All. He had been interested in my internal construction at first. He had me massage a long hard fat thing he had in his trousers and it seemed to excite him, but after I asked him to fix my wires it disappeared. Shrunk to nothing. Much as I tried I couldn't make it big and fat and hard again. Not a bitsy spark left in him."
"Marge, darling, you have an overflowing sloppy crack."
"You should talk. I think it means we like it."
"I don't think you two are paying proper attention to me," said Carole.
"Of course we are."
Ygor released a button on the back of her blouse, freeing a breast, and sucked on a nipple.
"You're making me forget, but not completely." Hortense let out another humming sound and then added. "I'll just check out those three dolls when we get back; just check to see how much sex education they need."
"That poor man," said Sheila. "I think we should all help get that thing in his trousers hard and fat again. Then we can show Carole what those other men taught us to do with hard and fat things that stick out of trousers."
Ed was still groaning when they came into the bedroom.
Ygor moved to the other nipple. "I like it when you get hot." He let his hand travel over her mound, lingering long enough for a little rotary pressure, and then on to the hem of her skirt.
Hortense let her fingers work like five little tongues on the end of his cock. He jumped each time she moved. "You're doing an excellent job of changing the subject."
It was the groaning that brought George and Bill to the rescue. "What are you doing to him?" Bill tried to help Ed to his feet.
"Gently, please!"
"We were just being nice to him," explained Sheila.
"Wanted to make him feel good so he'd stop all this moaning and groaning."
Ygor played his hand up her bare thigh. She spread her legs a little. He moved up to pluck in her belly but Ion for a moment and then slid down to curl her fuzz. "No panties as usual."
"Never! Semper paratus-always ready."
"All three of you?" Bill patted Ed on the top of his head. "How many times did you try to make him feel good? Looks like he went through a meat tenderizer."
"They're not human," whispered Ed.
"You're telling us."
"I mean, really!" Ed shrank toward his protectors. "They're not human."
Ygor slid his fingers up and down in her crack a few times, picking up and creating new moisture, and then attacked her clit at a furious flicking pace. Hortense nearly flew off the bench, legs flaying wide apart, skirt up over her waist. He shouted: "Here, Lassie. Lassie! Come and get it."
Lassie gave one sniff. It was not the combination of odors she loved so much, but she offered a few friendly social licks that sent Hortense into convulsions, and lumbered back on her favorite tombstone.
"What'll I tell my wife?" Ed was ready to cry.
"I wouldn't try, Ed."
As they staggered out the door, George said: "I'll bet we look like the Spirit of Seventy-six."
"Or some such number."
Hortense collapsed on the bench, arms and legs askew. "Oooh! That priceless gem of a meshugener dog. Tongue like a rasp." Ygor was gentle with her now, just teasing about sufficiently to keep her aroused. "One more lick and I would have come all over the place."
She got a firm grip on his cock. "Let's do it! Right here and now."
Ed groaned again. "What'll I tell my wife?"
"You asked that once, Ed, and we still don't have an answer."
Ygor slid forward on the bench. "You'll have to straddle me. You know, put a knee on each side, and then lower yourself."
"Don't tell me how to fuck." She managed, with a deep grunt of momentary pain, to get the head in. "I tell you, Ygor, it's bigger than ever. Maybe you're still growing." She started to lower herself.
"Easy," said Ygor. "My trousers are cutting my balls off."
"You got problems," snapped Hortense. "Think how this stupid stone bench is on my bare knees."
Bill stopped suddenly. "We never did throw the main switch." He turned to the girls near the front door. "This job is too much for us. We'll send back some new men."
"We'll be waiting," they chorused.
Lassie lumbered over and poised like a pointer, ready to give her first lick, when Hortense jumped off him with a loud popping sound. "This is impossible! Quickly, back to the castle. I can't wait another minute for a big, fat, frantic fuck."
"Oh, look," said Carole. "Here comes Doctor Ygor now, and with that pretty woman of his."
"Isn't that sweet," added Sheila. "They have their arms around each other."
"Let's surprise them," said Carole. "Let's hold them down and show them what we learned from the three men."
"Oh, yes!" Sheila jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "And I'd like to see if Hortense has a crack as wet and sloppy as yours, Marge."
CHAPTER FOUR
Ilona caressed Zuleika. She ran her hand over her cheek, her shoulder, and her breast. "I have never seen you look so beautiful as here near the surface, in the clear light, and the clear water."
"My lovely child, it is you who are beautiful. The most dazzling life." Zuleika turned slowly, pressed against Ilona, and gave her a soft lingering kiss. "Do you realize this is the first chance we've had to be alone together all month?"
"Must we hurry?"
"No. There is leeway. By now the Head of Torn Hymens has probably forgotten what he sent us for."
"I have never seen such wonders." Ilona touched a starfish, darted to a lobster, and then to an annelid. She parted some conferae, delighting in the rustle they made, to stare at a moray eel. He dropped his head and tried to play dead. Ilona laughed at his little trick and leaving him, found a spider crab to follow until he waved her away and hid in some dulse. "I want to take them all home with me."
"They would not live. They would crush and die."
"So many beautiful things die."
"That is their way." Zuleika rose a bit. "Come, little one, the time grows near."
"I don't want to." Ilona cradled a baby sand shark and he whispered to her about the many perils he had seen in the deep still waters. "I'm afraid of this mortal, Maralyn."
"When we get her to the edge of the sea she'll be alone." Zuleika pulled her gently. "I will see that there is no other earthling in sight. There will be no danger."
"Is there no way to forget all this and go home?"
"No. The Compassionate Frig has issued orders." Zuleika playfully placed two blackfish at Ilona's nipple knowing their suckling would tease her into spectrums of giggles. She was not disappointed. The giggles spread back through the water as a cornucopia of tiny bubbles, each an iridescent jewel in the bright sun.
Ilona finally quieted. "You're trying to make me happy. You're trying to make me forget what I must do."
Zuleika smiled. "So you know me. You know me well."
"I feel a little as though I'm cheating on you. I wish we could do it together."
"It is not possible."
"What would happen if I did not do it?"
"His Impotent Menace might become irked."
"And then what?"
"Who knows? He hasn't become irked in the memory of the sea. He might let you age and die."
"Might?"
"Might, is enough danger. I want you to stay the way you are. For me. Forever!" Zuleika gave her a tiny periwinkle. "This one has a perfect pearl."
"Oh yes. I see! I see! Will she give it to me?"
"She'd be glad to. Ask her."
Ilona held the pearl towards the surface. "It is perfect and the color is magnificent. And Mistress Periwinkle is quite happy to be rid of that big stomach ache. Carry it for me, Zuleika."
"Yes."
"I know your tricks. You have diverted me again and in the meanwhile we have come very close to shore."
"It was not a bad thing to do."
"I want my own things." Ilona pouted.
"This only takes a little while, my baby."
"I want my jewels, my dais, my great playmates. But most of all I want my Zuleika on our paillasse of chalcedony, wrapped around me, loving me in the thousand ways, making me secure and wanted. That is, when we're not Handmaidens-of-the-Month."
"We will, my leman, as soon as we return." Zuleika pulled Ilona close. "There is still one amphora of the ancient Chaldean mead. I'll create the purple mirror bubble you love so much and we'll bed in it and I'll give you everything. Everything!"
"Oh, I love you. You, I love."
Zuleika held her so they were breast to breast and they drank kisses. "Now you must see to it."
"You do it for me. You know how."
"But Triton wants you to have the experience. When the Great Left Testicle issues orders, he expects them to be carried out." They broke surface and Zuleika point ed. "There now! There is the old castle."
"Old! It looks more like a total wreck. It actually hangs over the sea, about ready to tumble in."
Zuleika ignored her comments. "Maralyn has just awakened. Somehow you must get her down here. Start with a hypnotic dome; cast a fantasy, a dream; as you have practiced on the dolphins. Create a desire for the sand and the sea. They will probably all come down here. Then, somehow, we will separate Maralyn from the others."
Ilona sighed. "Well, here goes nothing. One big fat dream coming up. All for you, Maralyn."
CHAPTER FIVE
Ygor Dalmatian Smith worked all night in his secret lab. Finally he made all three of them: the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead. They were beautiful creatures and they lay on tables regarding him with cool eyes, awaiting his further instructions.
Ygor could not care less what they did. Despite his elation over the results of his work, he was plain exhausted. The lab still hummed with the complicated radiations he had used, and forgotten to turn off. Bubbling in the corner was the vat of plastic he had used to make the skin. It had a bad odor when it overcooked and he pushed back his hair and went over to cool it.
The girls moved their heads to watch him.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hello," they chorused. "Did you make us?"
"I sure did. Everyone of you."
"Well you certainly gave us a confused set of memories," said the redhead. "We're not certain just what we're supposed to do. But one thing is certain."
"What's that?"
"I'm just aching to go to a beach."
"A beach?"
"You know. Where there's lots of sand and sea and other fascinating things."
"Not a chance!"
"Don't argue with your darling Sheila." She slid off her table and in adjusting to her legs, did an interesting series of bumps and grinds.
"You'd better get some clothes on if you're going to walk around with those fascinating motions." Ygor was not as fatieued as he originally thought. Tn fact, he was getting quite horny. He made a mental note to look up Hortense before he took his morning nap.
"What's a clothes?" asked the blonde. She wobbled up close to Ygor looking like what she was supposed to look like, a tiny cute blonde. "Tell Carole what a clothes is?" She pouted up at him and regarded him with wide innocent eyes.
Marge tugged at his sleeve and pulled him close to her table. She stretched luxuriously and when she had his full attention she said: "Climb up here and show me how you play clothes first. Then we can all go to the beach."
"Beach? Beach?" Ygor repeated himself. "What's all this talk about beaches? Back to your tables everyone. Go to sleep, or something."
"Since we have a choice," said Sheila. "I might say that I'm not sleepy and would like to try the 'or something' with you. Then we can all run down to the beach and play in the sand and the sea."
Ygor debated giving the girls some preliminary sexual instruction. He pushed back his hair, twisted his erect cock to a more comfortable position, and decided he could not face the problems inherent in instructing a bevy of virgins. He backed out of his secret lab and locked the door. As he started down the hall he could hear Marge. "Let us out! We must get to the beach and run around barefoot and bare ass in the sand."
She pounded again. "Sand! I want sand and sea!"
"Good morning, Ygor."
He looked at Hortense with a blank expression. For a moment he did not recognize her.
"Are you all right, Ygor. You've been working too hard."
"Of course! I'm all right. What are you doing up so early?"
"It's not early. It's eleven-thirty. You've missed breakfast, and your nap. It's almost martini time." She licked her lips. "I checked and we have plenty of that lovely vermouth you made."
It occurred to Ygor that despite the excellent job he had done with Carole, Marge, and Sheila, Hortense would have won any beauty contest hands down. He pressed her against a wall and gave her a passionate kiss.
Hortense came up for air. "My! My! What's gotten into you suddenly. And with a nice big hardon too." She reached down to give it a few squeezes. "Do you realize it's been weeks since you gave me a tumble in the hay?"
"Sorry! Been so busy you know." He pressed against her until she made a little gasp. "We can make up for it right away."
"What's a wife to think?"
"Now Hortense, you know you haven't been entirely neglected. I did bring Amos here for you to play with."
"And he still thinks he's putting one over on you." She spread her legs a bit, licked her lips, and began a small insinuating motion with her hips. "A woman wants to have her old shoe of a husband now and then. We both know I need it more than any one man could supply, but a boy for a boy's job and a man for a man's job. No one makes me come the way you do." She pushed back his hair. "It still has a few volts in it."
Ygor gave her a few firm jabs. "And this has a few volts in it too. Let's make like we're going to take a nap.
"I was beginning to think there was someone else, that you were pulling a fast one on me." She smiled. "But then that was silly. There's no one in miles, except the four of us. Let's tear off a quick one and then we can go down to the beach."
"The beach?" His voice rose a bit. "The beach?"
"Why so horrified? You've heard of it-the sand and the sea. I'm just dying to sport in the surf and run my toes through the sand."
The pounding on the lab door was not too loud but the voice of Marge was perfectly audible. "I want a piece of sand."
"She wants a piece of what?" asked Hortense, startled. "Who is that?"
"No one," said Ygor, gamely.
"Come on now!"
"Really!" Ygor tried his best. "It is no one. Just one of my experiments." He put his arms around her and gave her a long kiss. She responded for a second and then pulled away as he asked: "How about a piece of ass?"
"Don't think those tricks of yours will make me forget what's going on?" She stormed towards the lab door. "She sounds like a pretty easy experiment to me, dad. No wonder you've been calling this your secret lab."
"Now Hortense! You've just got to trust me."
"Naturally, or you'll never get out of this mess."
Ygor managed to hold her long enough for another kiss. When she relaxed a bit he gently massaged a breast. Hortense growled and then strained towards him. He realized she was not wearing a bra and teased a nipple with the end of a finger. When it grew to the proper size he let his hand trail down over her stomach. Her growl turned to a low moan. He cupped her mound and began a slow circular motion.
"Damn you, you bastard." Hortense slid her tongue in and out of his mouth. "If you knew how hot I was you wouldn't do that."
"You mean I would do it. And when are you not hot?" He started to inch her skirt up.
There was a lighter tapping on the door. "If we go to sleep will you come back and make us some more? And then can we all go to the beach?"
"What did she say?" asked Hortense dreamily. Then she broke away and demanded: "What did she say?"
"It was kind of muffled."
"Perhaps we had better open the door so we can hear better." There was an ominous tone in her words.
"Now, Hortense!" Ygor addressed the door: "Yes, for God's sake, go to sleep." There were a few muffled sounds and then quiet behind the door. He turned back to Hortense. "Did I show you the new orchids I potted?"
"I do wish you would," she said, sweetly. "Right after you open the door to the little old secret lab."
"It's just a messy little old secret lab." Ygor pulled her to him. He held a cheek of her ass in each hand and rubbed her crotch against his hard cock. When she arched a bit with the sensation he continued the motion with his hand and holding her tightly, began a long kiss. When she started to moan, forgetting all her problems, he flipped her skirt up and reached under. "No panties, as usual."
"Always ready," she murmured. "Semper paratus, and all that jazz."
Her pussy was already soft and wet. He let one finger stray between the lips while he aroused her further with her favorite circular motion. Then he pinched her clit until it was hard as a little nut. He continued agitating it with his thumb while his fingers slid down her slit. His first finger probed at her entrance while the others searched for her asshole. Hortense moaned again and spread her thighs. She reached down, zipped open his fly, and searched for his cock. She had it out in an instant and began to thumb the end. The motion knocked the keys out of his other hand. They jingled noisily on the floor.
She tore herself away. "You bastard! Making me hot while you've get some fucking chicks in the lab."
"You were hot before you got here."
"I was hot for you."
"So with a hardon like this do you think I've been fucking the morning away?"
Hortense looked at his rod. She admitted to herself that it was as hard as could be-almost vibrating hard. She started to relent and happened to see the keys on the floor. "I know you very well, Ygor Dalmatian Smith. You can be hard a dozen times a day."
"Thank you for the commercial, although not quite true."
"You know it is. When you're not worn out from working day and night."
"Would you believe, ten times a day?"
"Twelve! Right on the button. When we were first married you could get it up twelve times a day and God only knows how many times at night. Now you're always too busy and T have to be satisfied with amateurs like Amos." She bent forward for the keys. He reached under her short skirt and rammed his thumb up her cavern. She let out a loud gasp but did not move.
Ygor held her by the belt to steady himself and began a gentle probing. When she was moaning at the proper pitch and frequency and twitching her hips up and down, he let his fingers slide the length of her crack and find her clit.
"Oooh!" said Hortense. She had her elbows on her knees, eyes closed, head stretched up.
He held his hand steady and she rode her flowing cunt back and forth on his fingers. He got a better grip on her belt, planning to ram his thumb in all the way once or twice before substituting his ready cock. He tried it once and her head jerked down between her knees. She saw the keys and in a rage jerked away from him leaving his hand outstretched, wet fingers extended in a ridiculous manner, and her skirt and belt in his other hand.
"Bastard! T know you can get it up at least a dozen times a day if you put your mind to it." She slapped at his cock. "Don't wave it at me as though you haven't had a fuck in months." She unlocked the lab door.
The girls were back on their tables neatly arrayed in a manner that gave the area a morgue-like look. They were sound asleep.
Hortense went calmly from one to the other. "At least you could drape them with sheets."
"I haven't had time," said Ygor. "I just finished making them. I mean-you don't understand, Hortense, darling-I made them with nuts and bolts, wires and screws."
"I'll vouch that the last word of that statement is true. You know damn well, Ygor Dalmatian Smith, if there's any sex going on around here I want to be in on it."
"Please, darling, try to understand. I've been working on them for months. Then last night, as they got near completion, I got all wrapped up in them. I haven't touched them."
"I'll bet. Now I know why you haven't had any time for me. You're probably all fucked out, night after night with these chicks. And just why did you have to make three women?"
"Why it's just as easy to make three women as it is one."
"That does it," said Hortense, starting for the door. Ygor was close behind her. She turned suddenly: "Why didn't you make three men for me, or three aardvarks? Why three beautiful women?"
"I-I-I-"
"Yes?" She had her hands on her hips. "If that's the only answer you can come up with I might just as well pack up and go to the beach by myself. Maybe I can find a nice fat-cocked lifeguard with loaded balls."
"I-I-I-" continued Ygor. Then he got a silly grin on his face, knowing it would change her mood. He began a circular dance. "I-I-I-"
She began to laugh in spite of her anger.
"Beach?" asked Carole. "Did I hear someone say they were going to the beach?"
"Not without me you're not." Sheila sat on the edge of her table and scratched her pussy. "Is this fuzzy thing supposed to itch?"
"You probably have crabs," said Hortense spitefully. Carole started to get off her table and then changed her mind. She climbed up on her knees. "Is this how you get inside, Ygor?" She held on to her pussy with one hand and thrust a finger in each of her belly buttons. She gave a push-pull and a twist. Her pussy peeled down exposing the complicated warming grid and contraction tunnel. She burrowed inside and brought out a couple of loose wires. "Will you solder these for me, Ygor? I seem to be a little unraveled."
"I'm busy right now. Why don't we just pigtail them together." He twisted them and then closed her pussy up. He gave it an extra pat as she smiled up at him. "It's not an important circuit anyway."
"What does it do? Pat me again, Ygor. When you pat my pussy I feel it all the way down to my toes."
"That's exactly what it does. It makes you feel a pussy pat all the way down to your toes."
Hortense was backing away and whispering. "They have wires in there." She sat in a nearby chair. "They have wires in there. Wires and nuts and bolts, warming grids and contraction tunnels." Her eyes were a bit glassy. "Her cunt is full of wires. Plastic snatches! Nylon pussy hairs. Ygor, it's too much."
He rushed over to her and began to stroke her cheek. "Are you all right, Hortense. Don't look like that. Get that look out of your eyes. They're just mechanical dolls."
"They're dolls, all right, you bastard. Why did you have to make warming grids and contraction tunnels right in the correct places?"
Not having a real answer Ygor ignored the question. He continued to rub her cheek. "Get hold of yourself, Hortense."
"Two belly buttons. Why two belly buttons?"
"Had to. It's a sort of locking mechanism. Without it their pussies and asses would fall off. And that could be embarrassing in mixed company. The floor littered with unclaimed pussies and asses. They might be returned to the wrong person. Imagine the consternation with a blonde pussy on a redheaded ass, or vice versa." Hortense was still too shocked to question his need for all that pussy and ass. She was quiet for a moment and then squinted and leaned forward. "They all have something tattooed right smack between the belly buttons."
"Very simple," said Ygor. "It just says: Made in U.S.A. Patent Pending."
"My God!" Hortense shook her head, finally getting over the shock. She turned to look up at Ygor and found she was staring at his exposed cock. "You're soft again," she said accusingly, taking it into her mouth. In a moment she had him groaning and straining. "Let's go to bed for a while and then we can go to the beach."
"Look what Doctor Ygor has got where we've got nothing." Sheila jumped off her table and ran over to get a close look.
"It's mine," said Hortense, pushing her away.
"We're supposed to be able to do anything any woman can do." Carole came over and got firm grip on Ygor's cock. She looked up at him. "I can feel it in my toes."
"Let go of him." Hortense swung at Carole who ducked expertly. She tried to pry Carole's grip but only succeeded in getting a moan of pain, or pleasure, from Ygor. She looked up at him. "Why don't you do something? Why don't you tell them to lay off my cock?"
"I haven't had a chance to say anything with you hens cackling." He turned his head to talk to Carole but she was out of sight. In the instant it took to look down, Carole had thrust it into her mouth. He started to say: "Lay off, Carole!" But found he was unable to say anything.
"Well?" Hortense was still seated. She suddenly realized she did not have her skirt on and her bare pussy was on the cold seat. The excitement was beginning to dampen and warm the rattan. She moved a bit in a tiny circle. The rattan scratched deliciously. "Well? Are you going to say something?"
Ygor gasped a deep breath. "I think f should say-"
"Yes?"
"These are only experimental models."
"So?"
"Next time I won't make their tongues so rough."
"What? There's a next time?"
Ygor was ready to collapse. "Maybe I'll leave them just as they are. Or maybe, I'll make them rougher. Or maybe, I'll ... or maybe I'll ... I'll or maybe...."
"If you come in her mouth I'll never speak to you again." Hortense grabbed Carole by the ears and pulled her off.
Ygor let out a shuddering moan and had to grab Hor-tense's shoulders for support.
She gave him a clinical inspection. "Gevalt! It's bigger than I ever saw it. And the end is kind of inflamed. It has a worn-off look." She looked up at him. Are you sure you're all right, Ygor? Should we put something on it?"
"Christ, yes!" raged Ygor. "A cunt! Or a mouth!" He grabbed Hortense's head and tried to force it into her mouth.
She gave him one dreamy-eyed look, got up, grabbed him by the cock, and pulled him along. "Quick! Up on the table. I've never been so hot for it in all my life."
"Not on my table you don't," said Marge.
"Or mine!"
"Mine either!"
"Let's lock these dingbats in here," said Hortense, exasperated. "There's always a bedroom for an hour or two, and then we can go to the beach."
Carole barred the door. "Come to think of it, that's my dingle, or whatever you call it. I'm the one that made it all nice and hard."
"The hell you say." Hortense tried to push her aside, still dragging Ygor along.
"One more pull like that, Hortense, and you're going to get a handful."
"Sheila, Marge, help me!" They led her back to the chair.
"Please, Hortense," pleaded Ygor. "Let go of my cock. I can't stand much more of this pulling and twist-mg.
They had her seated. "Not a chance. It's mine! They'll have to pry my fingers off."
"It's not that! It's not that!" Ygor began to squirm. "It's just that I'm going to ... going to...." He let himself go. "Somebody! Anybody! Squeeze my balls, damnit!"
The first spurt, right in the face, made Hortense jump back and loosen her grip.
Carole screamed with delight. "It's mine! All mine! I started it." She knelt down and did everything she could think of, and they were all the right things. "It's delicious," she said, finally. "Absolutely delicious!"
"You bitches!" Hortense stormed, trying to get up, but the other two girls held her firmly. "He belongs to me.
"After us," said Marge. "You can have fourthsies."
"I don't want fourthsies. When you bitches are through with him there won't be anything left."
"Them's the breaks."
When she tried again to get out of the chair, Sheila slid the belt out of her discarded skirt and tied her to the chair, hands in her crotch, buckle in back so she could not reach it.
Ygor had collapsed to the floor in an abandoned heap. He had tried once or twice to ward Carole off but he finally gave up and let her, as she said, suck for more delicious.
"He got all soft and tiny." Carole looked up with a big sloppy pout. She licked her lips a few times. "But he seems to like what I'm doing."
"Maybe you need some help." Marge hefted his balls so they bounced up and down. "Aren't these the funniest cutest looking things?"
Ygor groaned.
"Leave him alone." Hortense tried to struggle free and found this pressed both her hands into her pussy. She spread her thighs for comfort and found she was still wet and hot. "Oh, my!" she whispered to herself. "Oh, my! I just might. What a come down." To divert herself she shouted again. "Leave him alone. He's mine!" One of her fingers discovered that her clit was still hard as a nut and growing slightly. She groaned and slid forward on the seat.
"They're called balls," said Sheila authoritatively. "And this is his cock. You pull the cock and squeeze the balls."
"Like this?" asked Marge.
"Exactly!"
Ygor groaned again.
"Let's put him on the table and we can all look him over." Carole lifted him by the shoulders. "And take all this stuff off him. Probably that's what a clothes is."
He made a feeble struggle but the three of them were too strong for him. They had him stripped in a moment and stretched out.
"No breasts," said Sheila, surprised. "But he does have hairy nipples."
"What are they for?"
"To suck on, I guess."
"There's one for each of us."
"And I'll see what I can do with his old limp cock and balls," said Marge.
His groan was followed by a long moan.
"It's not as limp as I thought it was," mumbled Marge. "It's getting hard again." It was difficult for her to talk with her mouth full, but the girls understood. "Maybe biting his nipples like this helps."
"Everything helps."
"Look! Look!" Marge stood up. "It's hard as an old rock again." She leaned down. "The fiery tip tastes just like satin." She waved it around and stroked it a few times. "Try it! Try it, Sheila. You haven't had a taste. I'll squeeze his balls for you. That makes it jump around."
Ygor tried to sit up but found he did not have the strength, or the interest.
"It is delicious." Sheila looked up for a second. She was drooling. "I could suck on it forever."
"Well, there it is," said Marge. "Big and fat and hot and jumping and swollen and juicy and now what do we do?"
"Let me loose," said Hortense. There was no conviction in her voice. The girls turned to look at her with some surprise. She was sliding back and forth on the rattan seat. The rough fibers felt good. Her thighs were stretched on each side of the chair and she had both hands buried.
"What's she doing?"
"I don't know." Carole went over and bent down to see. "She has the same kind of tunnel and stuff we have but hers is all wet and kind of open."
Hortense looked at the ceiling. "All this is not to be believed."
"And she's got her fingers in it and moving them around as fast as she can."
Sheila came over. "It looks as though she's enjoying it."
"Look!" snapped Hortense. "Either leave me alone or turn me loose."
"If we turned you loose, then what would you do?" She stopped playing with herself long enough to shout. "What would I do? I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd fuck the ass off that no-good Ygor Dalmatian Smith."
"Fuck?" repeated Carole. "Fuck? I get it. You stick his thing in your thing."
"Of course," said Sheila. "I'll start." She went back to Ygor who had not moved an inch. "He's soft again. I'll have to start all over." Ygor started another series of groans.
Carole and Marge loosened the belt. They placed Hortense's hands to her sides, so she was partially sitting on them, and buckled her.
"What arc you doing?"
"Can't have you playing with yourself."
"Why not," she stormed. "Why not? You've got Ygor."
"You can have him after we're through."
"After you're through, who wants him? You can't leave me hung up like this." She struggled to get her hands free. She slid forward on the rattan seat. "So if you're such sex fiends, how about giving me some?"
"Sorry," said Carole. "I don't have a cock."
"You have a tongue."
"It's not long enough."
"I don't care how long it is." Hortense pushed forward and up. "You can't leave me hung up like this. You're supposed to be mechanical sex dolls-try it!"
"Why not?" Carole knelt down and gave her a few licks.
Hortense spread her thighs as far as she could and arched back, thrusting her open mound at Carole. "Aaah, that tongue! It is like sandpaper, just as you said, Ygor. Just a few more, Carole, baby, and stick a finger or two in me."
"You're soaking wet." Carole stopped to wipe her lips.
"God! Don't stop now. I'm so close."
Marge leaned down to watch. "She really does love that, doesn't she?"
"Crazy for it." She flicked Hortense's clit. "See how she tries to leap out of the chair every time you do that?" She did it again. "Strains at the strap as though electrified. Tickle-jump! Tickle-jump! It's good clean fun."
"Do it to me," said Marge.
"Lie on a table so I can reach you easily."
"No, no!" said Hortense. "Carole! Oh, Carole, dear. You're not going to leave me right now? Oh, no, please! Carole! Carole?" She stormed helplessly as Marge climbed on a table and stretched out, a leg on each side. "You bitches! You lousy bitches. I'll find some way to short circuit the lot of you. You'll see!"
"You should have been helping me," accused Sheila. "I had to get him hard again all by myself. Now he's all big and fat and hot and throbbing and so forth again. What am I supposed to do?"
Carole had just started inspecting Marge's construction. She found it fascinating and did not look up. "Sit on it. Shove it up your contraction tunnel."
"It's too big."
"Never fear. It's made to stretch." Carole pulled Marge towards the end of the table and stretched her thighs further. "Your clit is bigger than Hortense's. I think that's where I'm supposed to start."
"Oooh, yes!" said Marge, jumping with every lick of Carole's tongue. "It sure is. If you climb up and squat over me I can do the same thing to you."
"No sooner said than done." Carole got into position without missing a lick. "Delicious! You get just as hot and wet and loose as that old sloppy Hortense."
"Yes?" She strained helplessly at the strap. "How about me?"
No one bothered to answer her.
"It's starting to go in," said Sheila. She sat down slowly. "There! There! It's in all the way. Now what do I do?"
"Carole, dear," said Marge. "If you bring your knees up beside my shoulders and stretch them away out, I can get a much better view of your cute blonde pussy and a much bigger lick."
"Anything you say, Marge, dearest. You like what I'm doing with my thumb and forefinger?"
"Love it, Carole, my darling. Does my nose give you kickies?"
"Oooh, yes. Yes-yes!"
"You two are not listening to me." Sheila shouted. "I've got it in all the way. Now what do I do?"
"Take it out and shove it up your ass." Hortense found the only movement she could make was back and forth on the rattan, and it was barely worth the trouble.
Carole looked up. "Why not warm your grid and contract your contraction tunnel?"
"I'll try it." Sheila closed her eyes to concentrate. She had no trouble finding the right channels. A few relays closed, timing circuits began to oscillate, and a large drain was put on her power supply as a strange sawtoothed wave began to race up and down her spinal column. An overload breaker deliberately chattered. "Oooh my! Ooh myyy! Something's happening!" Her grid warmed to the correct temperature and contracted deliciously on Ygor's cock, but since he was barely ready, he simply regarded her with wide-eyed academic interest. Sheila shuddered and thrashed. She arched towards the ceiling, licked her lips, and then bent forward to beat on his chest. "Oooh my! Oooh myyy! It's so big and wonderful. Oh my!"
Carole and Marge got up to hold Sheila's hands. "Don't break anything. Don't hurt Ygor. We haven't had our turn yet."
"Ygor, is she supposed to go on like that?"
He was still viewing the entire performance with professional detachment. "Yes. But not so damned soon."
"Shot her load, eh?" said Hortense. "You've really got them tuned up to a hair trigger."
Sheila let out one more "Oooh myyy!" and then began to collapse like a deflated toy. "I'm done in. I drained my main power supply. I'm running on number one auxiliary until I can get charged up again. It was wonderful--Wonderful! Carole, Marge, you must do it. This fucking business is great. Sort of washes out your circuit boards and puts a new glow in your transistors." Hortense shuddered.
Sheila lifted herself off Ygor. "Still hard as ever." She patted his balls. "Who's next?"
"You, Marge," said Carole. "I did have a taste of him."
"You won't regret it," assured Sheila.
Marge got into position. "I'm so wet from Carole it slid right in. Now I concentrate on my warming grid and contraction tunnel?"
"That's it!" Sheila helped her settle and then patted her on the ass. "You don't need to move."
Ygor looked at them open-mouthed and then glanced at Hortense who shrugged her shoulders. She had ceased twitching on the rattan to watch the performance.
Marge closed her eyes to concentrate and then repeated Sheila's spontaneous orgasm.
"Well," said Hortense, "if this keeps up fourthsies won't be so bad."
They had to hold her hands to keep her from clawing Ygor. Marge finally began to make sense. As they helped her off the table she seemed to glow. "Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Just as you said, Sheila. It's a great circuit you wired in there, Doc."
"I can hardly wait," said Carole. She leaped up on the table and got into position. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She frowned and pursed her lips. Moments went by.
"Well?" asked Sheila.
"I feel it all the way down to my toes but that's all." Carole began to wiggle a bit and Ygor's eyes brightened.
"You don't need to wiggle," said Marge. "Just concentrate."
"Let her do it her way," snapped Ygor.
"She's got to do it the right way," shouted Hortense. "You just sit still, warm your grid, and contract your tunnel." She tried it but found it did not lead anywhere.
"Well?" pursued Marge.
"I warmed and contracted and I feel it down to my toes, but that's all." She moved around a little as though trying to get a better grip. Ygor moaned.
"He's beginning to like it," observed Marge.
"You'd better not like it too much, Ygor Dalmatian Smith." Hortense began to mutter to herself. "Fourthsies. I get fourthsies."
"Ooh, yes," said Carole. "I have to move up and down and around in little circles. See! Like this! That does it. That really feels good. Particularly when I come up all the way so the satin tip almost pops out and then sit down quickly and roll around on it. Sheila, hold his balls so they press against my bottom. Aah! That's it. Oooh my! It does feel good. I do feel it all the way down to my toes. But nowhere else."
Ygor tried to sit up but the girls on each side held him down and played with his nipples. He moaned a few times and shook his head back and forth.
Hortense shouted: "Ygor, you're a bastard. Can't you hold out a little longer?"
"Ooh yes," continued Carole. "When I push back like that, Sheila, bounce his balls into my crack. I'll keep sliding back and forth in rhythm. It makes his cock dig into my warm wet tunnel and each time I come forward I contract on him. It seems to make him bigger and fatter and hotter and the end is throbbing and-he's doing something inside. Hold him so he doesn't fly off the table. T think he's spouting that delicious stuff. What a waste inside there. Hold him down. He's trying to tear himself apart."
"Bastard!" said Hortense. "There goes my fourthsies."
"Well, that was all mixed-up," said Sheila. "He did all the jumping and moaning and groaning that you were supposed to do."
"I'm not even warmed up," said Carole. "Except in my toes." She sat down with all her weight and managed to get her contraction tunnel vibrating at a furious milking pace.
Ygor tried to sit up. "That's all kids. You've had it."
"The hell you say," said Carole. "I'm just getting the hang of this fucking business." She looked at him accusingly. "How come you're getting a little soft?"
"I told you. It's all over."
"Not if I can help it. Marge suck on his balls, and you, Sheila, chew on his nipples. He seemed to like that." After a few moments she added: "He does indeed. He does like that. He's beginning to get hard again, filling me up, and he likes the way I milk the end of his fucker. Ooh, listen to his moans and groans." Carole began to rave and bounce up and down at a frantic rate. "I can feel it all the way down to my toes."
"Fourthsies," mumbled Hortense. "Forget the fourthsies."
"Ooh, my toes. My toes! The faster I move the more I feel it in my toes. That's it, Marge, bounce his lovely balls up and down, it seems to make him jump around inside me. Give them a squeeze now and then. Aah! I think my toes are curling up. Hold him down, Sheila. I do think he's coming apart again, the way he moans and groans and jumps and thrashes." She stopped for a second and tapped him on the chest. "Ygor Dalmatian Smith, are you wasting that delicious stuff inside me again?" When he did not answer right away she looked off into space. "Give his balls a good tight squeeze, Marge. I'll milk him inside. Maybe, between the two of us, we can drain that delicious stuff out of him, drain him absolutely dry, and then get down to some serious fucking."
"That'll be the day," commented Hortense.
"Aah!" continued Carole. "Those last two pops of his I could really feel in my toes." She stopped and tapped him on the chest again. "Doctor Smith, you're getting soft again. Ygor Dalmatian Smith, you're getting soft terrible fast. Quick, Marge, lick his balls again. Never mind, he's popped-out." She turned to inspect him. "Maybe if I sucked on his cock and you sucked on his balls-"
Ygor groaned and managed to rise to a sitting position. He pushed Carole away. "You've had it. All of you."
"Not me," said Carole. "I haven't had it. All I had was that funny feeling in my toes. I didn't get the big thrashing wonderful that Marge and Sheila had."
"Must have mixed up some circuit." Ygor was thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe it was those two loose wires. Of course, that's it, they should go somewhere else."
Carole settled back on the table. "Please, fix me right away, and then we can try again." She spread her thighs as wide as possible and pulled Ygor's hand to her pussy. He was still deep in thought, and patted her in an absent manner. Carole flexed her ankles, mumbled about her toes, and then repeated: "Please, fix me right away, and then we can try again."
"Again! Try again!" Hortense snapped. "What about me?"
"Sorry, darling." Ygor released her. "Let's get out of here. We can run down to the beach and take a nice nap."
"Nap! Maybe you want to nap. But what about my sex life?"
"Well I-well I-there's always Amos."
"He's fucked out too." Hortense stamped her foot. "You've had your fill so I'm supposed to forget about it."
"We could climb into bed. A little tender loving care and I'd be good as new."
"I haven't the patience." She started for the door. Ygor followed her. "I told you I couldn't get it up twelve times."
"I saw the whole abandoned scene. Each one was worth about six. You could get yourself fucked to death that way."
Ygor looked dreamily into space. "Fucked to death. What a wonderful way to go."
Carole was still stretched out on the table. She had her pussy peeled down and was trying to fish inside for the loose wires. "I can't seem to find them. Marge, Sheila, will you look for me?"
"I'm a bit bushed." Sheila climbed on to her table with a weary sigh. "A nap sounds like a good idea. Charge up the old main power supply. You might say, I'm fucked out."
"Well I'm not," said Carole.
"Close it up, Carole." Marge was on her own table. "I don't think you'll be needing it for a while."
"But I want to be ready in case anything comes up." Pouting and mumbling Carole put her pussy back in place and began to finger herself. "I can still feel it all the way down to my toes."
Hortense sped down the hall. Ygor was right behind her. "Here, you'd better put your skirt on."
"Fuck the skirt! And listen to who's talking. You haven't got a thing on."
"I don't plan to go out. I plan to go to bed. Why don't you join me? We'll have a jug of martinis, and-"
"I don't want a tired old drained-out fourthsies. I wouldn't go to bed with you if you were the last cock on earth."
Just as they reached the main entrance hall someone let the knocker go. The sound enveloped them for a few seconds, gathering strength, while Hortense clutched at her head, and then raced back down the hall.
"Oi gevalt!" screamed Hortense. "On top of everything. Such a headache...."
"Steady," warned Ygor. "Here it comes again. Let's try lying on the floor."
"I wouldn't lie with you anywhere." Hortense stamped her foot. "How dare you use up all that good cock without me?"
"Be reasonable. It wasn't my fault. They held me down. I was raped. That's it, I was raped." His words were lost in the sonic boom, much lower in pitch this time, reinforced by echoes from the unlocked secret lab, that massaged them with invisible fingers. He got the door open. There were three men standing there.
As she strode across the drawbridge she looked over her shoulder to give a last spiteful remark. "Ygor Dalmatian Smith, you can kiss my tookus."
As though in answer to a command they all looked at her ass. "My God!" said one of the men. "Her ass looks like a waffle."
"Your ass would look like a waffle too if you were tied to a rattan chair all afternoon." She hesitated near the cemetery. "Come, Lassie, baby. Hortense is going to teach you some new tricks." They went towards the stable.
Ygor started after her but one of the men grabbed his arm. "Pardon me, sir ..."
"Haven't time now." Ygor tried to brush past.
"You'll have to make time, sir." He flashed some credentials. "I'm Bill Higgins from the F.C.C.-Federal Communications Commission."
Ygor looked from one to the other. "This is somehow vaguely familiar. Are you sure you haven't been here before?"
"Never!"
"Sir, some spurious radiation has been splashing up the spectrum for miles."
"And we traced it here," said the third man, accusingly.
"Look, fellows, help yourselves. The lab is straight down the hall." Ygor got free and started towards the stable.
"Are you going to run around nude, sir?"
"Can't help it! Haven't time for the formalities."
"What do you say, Ed?" asked Bill. "He invited us in, so it's legal."
They found the lab without difficulty but were unable to determine the exact source of the radiation. Most of the equipment was completely unfamiliar and the standard types of transmitters and high frequency oscillators in sight did not seem to be functioning.
"How about that," whispered Sheila. "Three of them. Three men. One for each of us."
"I want the cute one with the thick glasses." Marge spread her thighs in anticipation.
Carole began to wail. "But first someone has just got to fix my pussy. I can't have any fun with a busted pussy."
"Don't be such a crybaby," said Sheila. "Maybe you can get one of the men to look into your pussy."
Ygor raced into the stable. Hortense was nowhere in sight. He ran aimlessly around, and then for want of something to do, fed the horse. He went around in back of the stable, and slumped wearily into a hammock. Maybe she was just hiding. Maybe she would come back with some big argument to hide what she was really after-a piece of ass. Then he could suggest making love the hard way, standing up in the hammock, that should get a little laugh. Maybe she would straddle the hammock and sit on him with her bare waffle ass. Foot on each side, black pussy hairs right over his face, she could suck on him until he got hard again. Then she could slide a wet trail down his chest and sit on him so she could ride up and down and play with his big balls, while he pinched her waffle and fished in her asshole. A kind of relaxed mid-afternoon casual spontaneous prolonged fuck in the garden. His mind began to wander. It was too late to do more than just think about going down to the beach. The sun was warm. The first sunny day in weeks. He fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Zuleika doubled up with laughter. Her mirth was so explosive that the bubbles jetted around her in sizes varying from the vanishing point to palpitating balloons. "My darling child. My bewitching Ilona. That was a dream? Now you have cast your very own first phrenesy. I think it got quite out of hand, and foot for that matter."
Ilona was too fascinated by her frothy exhalations to either reply or act hurt. She pressed a couple of the larger effervescences together to form an enormous ovoid, attracted it to the sandy bottoms, and then cb'mbed into it and stretched hedonistically. "Zuleika, you bitchy nymph, get in here and make love to me." Zuleika stopped laughing long enough to put her lips to the bubbles' edge and propel a long stream of water right into Ilona's face. Ilona had expected that. She dragged Zuleika inside, held her tight, and suckled fiercely.
"I give up. Oh, Ilona, darling, I yield."
Ilona ignored her, and getting a better grip, managed to reach Zuleika's crotch with her free hand, all the while mutilating her nipples with her sharp white teeth. When Zuleika began to moan, Ilona thrust deeper. She began to pull things out and massage them and twist them and pull them. She found a stinging jellyfish just under the ovoid and thrust it into Zuleika.
She let out a loud groan and relaxed completely. That was what Ilona was waiting for. She started to shift into a more comfortable position, an embrace where she could really make Zuleika pay for her levity with screams of rapture, when she suddenly found herself sliding across the sand, outside the sphere.
Zuleika pursued her. She pressed Ilona's hands over her head and sat on her middle. "Oh, you sweet oyster. Look what you've done. You've made Zuleika passionate. When we get home, for expiation, you will suckle on everything for a full moon."
"Let me now. Let me play with you." Ilona struggled to free a hand. The sand skirled up in a huge cloud, obscuring them, and Ilona managed, at least, to chew a long nipple.
As the water cleared Zuleika shook her head. "Oh, baby, you must cease." She held Ilona's head to her breast and squirmed with the fierce enjoyment. "Please stop! You know how debile it makes me. Please?" When she realized Ilona had no intention of terminating her seduction game Zuleika got hold of herself. She twisted Ilona onto her stomach and again sitting across her back, she began to beat Ilona's fat bare rump with both hands.
Ilona convulsed with the first blow. Zuleika was then able t curl her powerful tail around her and concentrate on the chastisement with little fear of being shaken loose.
"Please don't Zuleika. No more! Please?" Ilona started to dart towards deep water. Zuleika guided her back to the shallows. Then she began to twist, buck, and double back, in a frantic, dizzying, all-dimensional maze.
"Come on, you debilitated old seahorse," taunted Zuleika. "You can do better than that." She kept up her relentless tattoo. "You're developing pretty patterns and hues on your fat green tail. And this is to get even for that stinging jellyfish you so cleverly thrust up my sex." Zuleika enticed an elf of an octopus, showed him the various things to do, and clamped him to Ilona's bottom.
"Ooh, by Baal! Ooh, my bottom!" Ilona loosed an explosive giggle. The sudden enormous expansion of her chest tossed Zuleika aside like a minnow in a whirlpool. She sank to the bottom too faint with laughter to even think of removing the octopus. He had time to delve deeper and it felt good.
"You like it too much." Zuleika began to extract the tentacles. "And this little fellow likes his work. Every arm is buried somewhere, and pulsating. My! Such pulsations."
"Slowly," said Ilona. "You don't want to hurt him, of course."
"Of course! And you don't want him removed too fast either, sex fiend, because it titillates so delightfully."
"Of course!" Ilona writhed on the sand, breathing hard, sending irregular clouds of bubbles in every direction.
"There," said Zuleika.
"There nothing!" Ilona let a long sigh and spread her tail as far as possible. "You forgot one whole pulsator." Then she moaned with erotic delight. "Ooh, that reptilian molluscuous suction."
"I know what you mean."
She sighed again. "The deepest one of all. Naturally."
"Naturally!" Zuleika began to extract him. She had to wrap all his other arms around her neck. "This little siren really loves to follow orders. He keeps reaching for you. If I set him free I think he'd go right back into you."
"You really think so?" Ilona pounded the sand in front of her as the last of his arms was removed. She tensed her tail, convulsed once from head to tail fin, then gave a long sad moan and tried to burrow into the sand. "Let him loose, Zuleika, darling. T think T could go another one."
"Not a chance. You have your kismet to effectuate, and all that."
"I forgot all about what we're supposed to be here for."
"And that's what I came to talk to you about." Mr. Coelacanth darted about nervously. "The Illustrious Bubu sent me as his envoy with an Imperial Message."
"And that is?"
"Quit fucking around, and get to work."
"Well, you tell His August Crack to shove you up his ass." Zuleika shook her finger under his nose. "We're doing everything we're supposed to do."
"And you wouldn't know right from wrong," added Ilona.
"You're a fink, Mr. Coelacanth."
"But ... but...."
"And you're full of plankton. You have no official position around here, so make like a blowfish."
"But ... but ... The Ancient Yoni told me to ... to...."
Zuleika fixed him with almost a kindly eye. "Sometimes The Ancient Smelly Yoni exhibits a devilfish sense of humor. Don't you know when you're having your fin pulled?"
Mr. Coelacanth ruffled his stabilizer. "I'll report this at once. I'll see that The Miserable MufT hears every word. Every word!"
"Don't bother him at high tide, you might get corned."
"And don't talk to any strange whales on the way, blubbermouth."
Zuleika watched him try to swim away with dignity and at the same time with a righteous indignant switch to his tale. He was not quite successful. He appeared more to have a limp in his stroke. "Sometimes he rubs my scales the wrong way. Just because he's the last of his line he thinks he has to create a royal position for himself. Imperial messenger, indeed!"
"Ah ha!" interrupted Ilona, with a happy note of triumph in her voice. "Who says I can't cast a dream to make them think sand and sea? Who says I can't get them down to the edge of the sea? Just one little old crazy fantasy and they're all running right down to me." Ilona did a somersault with delight, sending up a spray of sand that clouded their vision for a few moments. "We'll have this job done in no time, and then...." She pulled out Zuleika's smallest cock and began to suck on it. "And then, we'll ask for a month off, and do nothing but fuck-fuck-fuck."
Zuleika patted her head. "Yes, baby. You know I'd love that. But it won't be as soon as you think. There's one small problem."
Ilona stopped long enough to look up. Her tongue flicked out to give a parting caress that made Zuleika shudder with delight. "What's that?"
"They're not all coming down to the water's edge."
"No? But I just...."
"Maralyn isn't coming down," continued Zuleika, tucking her cock away. "It's just Amos. All by his little self. Take another look."
"Who needs him?"
"Now we have to get rid of him before we can go after Maralyn." Zuleika turned her frown into a grin. She laid her hand on Ilona's crotch. She insinuated a linger. "That's a nice tight little cunt you've got there." Ilona immediately Hushed, her eyes lowering. "You should know. You've been into it enough. And I'm spoiling for a session. All these interruptions, frustrations, pressures, jobs, and what not; we haven't had an hour to ourselves."
"You've never done it before. How would you like to screw a man?"
"May I? Ooh, may I, Zuleika. Will you hold him for me?"
"We'll just have to watch out for that flapping-gill, Mr. Coelacanth."
They watched Amos leave the castle. Ilona licked her lips in anticipation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amos had his scuba gear lashed to a packboard. That way his hands were free to balance himself as he climbed over the ridge of rock at the base of the cliff, the last barrier to the clean sand. About a hundred feet above was the old castle. He saw how it seemed to hang over the sea, but then he noticed for the first time how the foundation flared down to the sea in an enormous pyramid of support. It could never give way. From a distance it had always appeared to be a natural pile of boulders but now, up close, he could see that it was a construction. The irregular appearance was only a surface scattering of rock. Beneath were hewn slabs of granite, block on block, reinforced with steel rods, soaring up in a gentle arch to the base of the castle. That might mean that there were sub-cellars they did not know about.
He slid the packboard off and checked his tank. He knew he should not dive alone, but it was either alone or not at all. He could never get Ygor away from his labs and Hortense and Maralyn were not to be found. He had a sudden uneasy feeling. It was one of those rare days when the sea was like a millpond. The sun hot but filtered. Everything had a sort of bluish look. He thought that perhaps it was a high pressure area; or was it a low pressure? Weird! Surely a storm would follow.
He made a last check of his equipment and then backed to a small outcropping of stone, like the edge of a cliff. He took a small breath from his regulator, held his mask and a tank strap, and stepped off. He could see the sandy floor at fifty feet just as if there were no water. He had a dull chill for a second that maybe he was stepping into space. The water was there, however, warm and comfortable.
He had on too much weight, as usual, and sank right down to the bottom. He equalized perfectly and raised a geyser of sand and two yellow fish he had never seen before.
It was so calm and lazy and quiet and comfortable that he just stretched out and watched the yellow fish. They inspected his mask and then seemed to lose interest, or assumed he was not dangerous. They swam towards the cliff in back of him and disappeared into a crevice. From the angle he was at it did not appear to be much of a crevice, but it did throw a large shadow.
He floated over. It was a cave big enough to float through but it twisted like a corkscrew. And it seemed to go two ways, down as well as up. He looked down. He felt he could see for hundreds of feet until the light dimmed and there was just blackness. He shuddered at the thought of going down to those incredible crushing depths. He noticed two empty gin bottles and a beer can and threw them down he shaft. It was minutes before they disappeared.
He started up the shaft and had to turn on his flashlight within the first twenty feet. It was wide enough to flipper through without touching the sides, just as if it had been planned. He thought that he should stay out of such cul-de-sacs. Just because you found your way in is no proof you will find your way out. But he felt certain it led back into the old castle and he had to find out.
He realized he was ascending and checked his depth gauge. Ten feet! He had started around fifty. He stopped for a minute to decompress even if it was not necessary. But then, perhaps, he had been down at fifty feet longer than he remembered.
He broke surface in an echoing grotto. A little light filtered through the granite slabs, just enough to see things indistinctly. His mask misted so he knew there would be plenty of air. Besides, there would be circulation through the granite cracks.
He swept his light around. Most of the formation was natural, only part of the outer wall showed cracks of light. He swam back towards the base of the cliff and when his feet touched bottom, walked up on a large expanse of black sand. Further back were cut slabs of granite arranged to form three steps and they led up to a man-made archway. Amos could not get out of his equipment fast enough.
Now that his feet were bare he had to restrain his excitement and walk carefully. It would not be smart to get a bad cut so far from help.
Beyond the archway was a small empty room and a flight of spiralling stairs. At first there was no light at all. He turned off his flash to check. Black as a pocket; he felt sealed in, entombed. He continued up and soon found he did not need the light. Periodically apertures had been cut through the granite in such a way that he could not see out but the light was admitted. Amos guessed he had climbed about half way up the cliff when he came to the end of the stairs, and into an enormous storage cellar leading back under the castle.
Here there was plenty of light. The outer wall had narrow windows, and he could see far out to sea, and now there were little whitecaps. Perhaps a storm was coming up.
The back of the cellar seemed to be packed ceiling to floor with cardboard cases. He went over to them and had to use his flash. They were rotting away, not readable. One almost fell apart in his hands, and he pulled out a slender bottle wrapped in a thick layer of straw. He untwisted the wires and got it out of its protective sheath. The label was gone. He held it up towards the light and shook it. Whatever had been in it was surely spoiled. It was full of specks like bits of cork. Or ... he looked closely. They almost seemed like tiny worms.
Amos found a flight of stairs hewn out of the solid rock leading up. He needed his flash again when he got to the top and a solid oaken door. There was no catch or knob so he pressed it. It moved easily and he found himself in the main cellar. He looked at the other side of the door. No wonder they never noticed it. It was disguised as a tier of shelves in a wall of shelves. He turned on a light and went up the cellar stairs.
The door was locked. He pounded on it. "Hey! Open the door. It's me, Amos. Let me out." He tried that for about five minutes and finally muttered: "Damn! Now I'll have to go back the way I came."
He was still muttering when he got back to the grotto. He squatted to dig a hole in the black sand, planning to stand the flash on end, when a graceful hand came out of nowhere and flipped the light into the water. Amos started to yell with a combination of emotions, being startled and in a rage over the loss of his light, when he could see it settled down deep and wink out. Then it was quite dark. The little light through the cracks of the outer wall made it possible for him to see a shadowy figure. "That was a helluva stupid thing to do. How are we going to find our way out of here?" His voice echoed around.
"I wouldn't worry so much," said Ilona. "How do you think I found my way in here?"
Amos admitted to himself that there was an element of truth in what she said. All he could think of saying was: "Where the hell are you?" The echo would confuse anyone. He could see her faintly as she flipped out of the water and sat on the edge of the sand. "Who are you?"
"What do you care? Why, do you keep some kind of score?" Ilona's voice was as musical as a waterfall in the chamber. "It's dark enough not to worry about who I am."
Amos worried for a moment about whose grandmother he might have picked up, and then he recalled the graceful arm. And then, better than that memory, she was suddenly wrapped around him, and he could check for himself. He found her nude and wet as a porpoise, but there the similarity ended. Except, he had an irrelevant thought, porpoises are mammals. He ran his hands over her, and tried to-widen his eyes to see better, but she remained an indistinct form, a delicious armful. She had her scuba off, and she had peeled her rubber suit down to her hips. She curled herself around him like a hungry eel. Amos had the impression that he was just an innocent bystander. He made a grab for her hips, planning to slide off the bottom half of her suit, but she pushed him back. She ran her hands over his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his belly, and then plucked at his swim trunks. "Why don't you take off your suit and flippers?"
Ilona giggled. "Let's take yours off first." She slid them down with one motion and tossed them into the water.
"Hey-" started Amos. He was going to say that he would need them when he left, but he knew it was too late. He had a slight chill when he realized how easily she had him pinned. She ran her hand up and down his legs. She felt his knees front and back, bent them, spread his legs apart and then back together. He had the silly thought that she had never felt legs before.
"You're a nice piece," said Ilona. "But rather fragile."
Amos bristled a bit. "I don't know about that." He started to say it with conviction but his voice dropped when he reached out and felt the most enormous, muscular, but shapely legs he could imagine. Still wrapped in the damned suit. "Let me help you get the bottom off."
"We'll get the bottom off, don't you worry your little head about that." Ilona giggled again. "I'll take care of the bottom for you."
He gave up on the bottom and felt for the top. He found a pair of tits like two half-melons, and they jutted out unsupported, but not as hard as melons, and they were tipped with a couple of swollen nipples. He managed to get one in his mouth and it almost filled him. He sucked for a few moments and then gave her a bite. He realized he had bitten much harder than he should but all he got from her was a giggle. He put his hand on her mound just where the rubber suit began, and found it hot and mossy soft. She opened her legs a trifle and it seemed to reach up for his fingers and they slid in, easy as could be. He moved his hand up and down a few times then let his thumb stray up to her clit. It seemed unusually large, fat and long. He had the feeling it could grow still longer. He stopped moving. Was it his imagination? Was his entire hand sinking into her, or was her cunt growing out of her, enveloping him?"
He heard her make a wild grunt and then he was pushed over on his back. She held him with one hand and again Amos was aware of her great strength. He had a wry thought that he should have watched out for the other hand, lie felt her grab his cock and halls and began to shake the hell out of him.
He gave a yelp of pain and she cased up a bit. She explored him for a while as though she had never felt a cock and balls before. Then she got a big handful again and began a rapid massage.
Amos felt it was hopeless to resist so he just lay back to enjoy himself. Other than a little pain now and then when she was too rough, he had no complaints. She put a fat nipple in his mouth and began to mumble with delight when he sank his teeth into it in an effort to get even. Was it impossible to hurt her? She moved so he could reach her slit again. He found she still had her legs together but she pushed it at him until it seemed he had his whole hand in her. Two can play at rough, thought Amos. He began sluicing in and out of her with all his strength. When she began pinching the head of his cock and making little mad bubbling sounds, he said: "You keep that up, baby, and I'm going to come off in your hand." He tried to push her onto her back.
"You better not, man."
Amos was diverted for a moment by the strange intonation she put on the word "man." While he lay there frowning she knelt in front of him, grabbed his knees, and flopped down on him, at the same time swinging his knees over her shoulders. "Hey! We can't do it that...." Then he realized that her juicy cunt, thrust way out, puckered lips open and thirsty, had sucked him right up to the balls.
Ilona let out a wild yell. She pumped away at him, repeating over and over again: "Make it! Make it! Man! Make it!"
It suddenly occurred to Amos. Christ! I'm being raped! He tried to get his legs off her shoulders but he did not have a chance. She did let them fall enough to catch the back of his knees in her elbows. That forced him apart just enough so the bottom of her wet crack covered his balls and sucked at them and crushed them with every stroke. It was like she was getting into him, he thought, the same as being raped. And spreading his legs just a bit further got his cock into some soft spot that tongued the end furiously. He shouted. "Christ! Take it easy. I'll come too soon."
Ilona let out a big: "Aaah!"
Amos knew she was coming. She bore down with all her weight, pushing his legs towards his shoulders, and he felt her entire cunt come forward and clamp down on him. It sucked at his cock and balls unmercifully and he shot a load into her that seemed to go on for minutes.
Her big "Aahs!" echoed around the grotto and then Amos realized he had been adding to them until there was a regular symphony of counterpoint, a high and a low. Was it his imagination, or was there a third tone? Right in the middle, a third voice? Or did the echoes create it?
His knees were almost in back of his head by now. The lips of her cunt seemed to swell out further, to engulf his balls, and then her entire throbbing thing convulsed until she sucked him dry.
Amos groaned when she went right on fucking him. He thought, I'm getting it. I'm getting the shit fucked out of me. Somehow she kept him hard. Something chewed and massaged the end of his cock, until it burned. He wanted to say he had enough, but he could not bring himself to plead for mercy. He tried struggling but she had such a firm grip he could not escape.
"Aaah!" said Ilona. "Man, you're going to make it once more."
He felt her tongue search in his mouth. She was delicious. She tasted of fresh air and clean salt water. He sucked and she moaned. He was conscious of her big nipples brushing his with every move. Suddenly he wanted to give her everything he could and he pressed towards her. He started to convulse.
"Aaah," said Ilona. She lifted him off the sand with her powerful arms and seemed to sit back, her cunt still enveloping him, constantly pulsing.
He had started to come and did not care what she did. He felt her slide a long finger up his asshole and he found it utterly delightful. It massaged three more moans, three more throbbing jets out of him, until he suddenly realized there was someone in back of him. There were hips slapping against his ass and a long slippery cock was working its way in and out of him at a rapid pace. The shock suspended his orgasm. There were tits rubbing and slapping at his back. A man with tits? Or a woman with a cock? He was suddenly aware of the tits in front of him. They were working together. He was being massaged by four tits, and the cock and cunt were working together too. He had tensed up but now he relaxed. The cock in back went in further firing him with exquisite delight. He relaxed completely.
"Aaah," they said, almost in a chorus.
Amos decided from her voice that it was a woman in back. A woman with a long thin cock. Then he grabbed the one in front around the neck, sank his teeth in her tongue, thrust at them both, and came again in one spine-snapping scream that echoed around the grotto for minutes. It was like one big tear in his belly, one last drop of fuck that burned its way from his balls and inched the length of his cock. The woman in back sank her teeth into his shoulder as though to hurry it on. It was like a hundred convulsions to get that last drop all the way. He felt the end of his cock swell like a balloon for the last time, and propel that last drop into her belly. She gasped as though she had been spitted with a red hot poker. The girl in back began to moan. Her pace became frantic. Her cock began to swell and suddenly loosed a molten raging flood. At the same time it throbbed back and forth, filling him, massaging him, and he had a screaming dry orgasm.
Ilona got his teeth out of her tongue. "Aaah," she said, when everyone had quieted down. "That was pretty good for a baby cock."
"Not bad at all," admitted Zuleika, easily extracting her still erect, smallest cock.
The delightful sensation of Zuleika's movement made him slump towards Ilona. She put his head on her shoulder and patted him. He sighed wearily. He recalled her comment about "baby cock" but he was too tired to take affront. He knew he had a good eight and three-eights inches, and it was two and fifteen-sixteenths in diameter. He felt certain it became larger at certain times, but then usually it was out of sight. Or, if it was in sight, who measures a spitting cock? His mind wandered. Maybe, as part of the sexual research, Ygor could get some impressive measurements. Baby cock, indeed!
Still attached to him Ilona laid him back on the sand. It took minutes to dig Amos out of her. Every time she tried to lift herself she was so clamped around his cock and balls that she would lift him right up with her. A couple of times Amos suggested that she spread her legs but she ignored him. Zuleika helped her fish him out. First one ball, then the other, and then slowly they pulled his cock out, stretching it like a rubber against the suction, until it popped out like a champagne cork.
Amos thought his legs were broken. It hurt to straighten them out. The two girls massaged him until he got his circulation back. He reached down to check if he still had two balls. They were hanging mighty low and his cock felt as though it had been worked over with sandpaper. The two girls were still beside him. He reached out and felt their tits. They both giggled. Then he reached into both crotches. The one on his right had the cock. It was still erect and he traced it with his list from the thick base, as big as his own, to the tapered tip. It was about a foot long. He started back down the length of it and it seemed to fly out of his grasp and disappear. He thrust into her crotch and she had a pussy, the same as the other girl. "Hey! Where did it go?"
"Never mind where it went," said Zuleika. "Or I'll give you another taste of it, only this time with a bigger one."
"What?" Amos could scarcely hide his confusion. "Did you say, with a bigger one? You carry a collection of dildoes around with you? How did you strap it on?
Hey?"
"None of your business, man," said the other one. "Grab your scuby-duby. It's time to get your broken ass out of here."
Amos was still meditating over the accent she used when she said "man," when he felt his tank strapped on by expert hands and his mask slipped over his face. He started to ask, where's your light, when the mouthpiece was thrust between his lips. He felt himself lifted between them and suddenly he was under water. They did not have a light. Amos imagined they had been there many times, and it was a jealous thought. Each held him by an armpit and they raced back down through the shaft like a five-o'clock rush. It was pitch black but he relaxed. They certainly knew what they were doing in every direction. He tried to think of clever ways to discuss their future, when and where they could meet again. Then he recalled bits of conversation, like "baby cock" and the funny accent they put on "man," and he had the feeling they might never get a real chance to talk, illogical as it was at that moment. Then they flashed out of the cave entrance into the bright light.
Amos was barely aware that his mouthpiece floated away.
"Watch that," said Zuleika. She swam up to him and put it back in place. "You won't last long without that clumsy equipment, man."
Amos cleared the mouthpiece and took a deep breath. He could hear them perfectly. He knew he was looking at the two most beautiful women on earth, then he added sadly to his thoughts, they are not of earth. They had long blonde hair and faces like exotic angels.
One swam close and drifting down ran her hands up his legs and fondled his cock and balls. She looked up, a smile on her face. "You're my first piece of man. It was fun. Thanks!" The smile became a little bitchy, teasing. "I know what you're thinking but you won't see us again. It's not safe. For us. But if you'll take that stupid thing out of your mouth I'll kiss you goodbye."
Amos took a deep breath and plucked out the mouthpiece. She attached her lips to his and he realized he had plenty of air. She was his mouthpiece. She flooded him with air as he needed it. It was a prolonged kiss and he had time to run his hands over her enormous breasts, pluck at her nipples and reach down to explore her tiny, innocent-looking, mossy crotch. He strayed below, where the tail joined the body with an almost imperceptible change. It was as though her magnificent ass and legs were simply encased in a fish tail.
She tapped him on the back of the head and he knew what she meant. He let his tongue roam for a second longer and then took a deep breath. She floated away and he returned to his mouthpiece.
"One last thing," said Zuleika. "Don't bother to tell anyone about all this. No one will believe you. You'll only get yourself in all kinds of trouble." She gave him an impish grin. "Bye man."
"Bye, baby," added Ilona.
They gave him a playful toss towards the surface with their lovely green tails and then sped off like comets with the two yellow fish close behind their beautiful big behinds.
The little toss of their tails was enough momentum to keep him heading for the surface. He climbed up on the outcropping of rock, right at the water's edge, and calmly took off his tank. First he studied the strange knots they made in the straps and then he undid them as slowly as possible. He searched around idly for his trunks and then remembered they had been tossed aside in the grotto. He studied his cock and balls. Decidedly worn and evidently emptied. Totally empty. He sighed and put on his shoes and socks. He looked around. There was nothing else to put on, unless he wanted to backpack the tank. That could wait. He pulled them away a safe distance from the edge. He stretched and looked around, as though wondering what to do next.
Then, as though a switch had been turned, he began running frantically towards the castle. Slipping and falling in his haste, his empty balls slapping his thighs, he began shouting: "Ygor! Ygor! Hortense! Maralyn! You'll never believe what happened to me. You'll never believe it. Never in a million years."
He was still shouting when he crossed the drawbridge. He lifted the heavy knocker, got it out all the way, and let it go.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"And just where have you been?"
"And just who wants to know?"
Mr. Coelacanth tried to fix them with an imperious eye. It did not quite come off. He looked as though he had a tic. "The Great Castration is running out of absinth and patience."
Zuleika bristled. "Well you tell The Gaping Shaved Pussy that we're doing the best we can. The first projection didn't get Maralyn down here. That's all. It doesn't always work the first time and The Twisted Cock knows that. You tell His Eminent Labia for me that if he doesn't like the way we're doing things he can always come up and do it himself. Isn't that right, Ilona?"
"What?"
"Isn't that right?"
Zuleika grabbed a nipple and twisted. "Just where is that little bitchy mind of yours?"
"Sorry, I was thinking of grottos and the black sand. Like that."
Zuleika twisted again, but this time she added a gentle caress with her thumb. "One good one deserves another, is that it?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Just as soon as we get rid of that stupid Mr. Coelacanth I'll show you who you belong to, and who can give you the reaming of your life."
Ilona gave her a coy look. "I'm so frightened."
"What are you whispering about?" Mr. Coelacanth started to swim closer but then had a change of mind about it and backed away. "What shall I tell Triton the Fart?"
"What we always tell him," shouted Zuleika. "Go fuck yourself."
"Very well," he shook himself nervously, preparing to leave. "Oh, and there's one thing more. Another beer can landed on the royal throne."
"We're not responsible for the sloppy habits of those jokers in the castle, or for passing picnickers, for that matter."
"Along with two gin bottles."
"Don't know a thing about it." Zuleika reached out and twisted Ilona's nipple again. "Get that dreamy look off your lovely face. Off! Off! Or I'll make it twist in grimaces of tremulous abandoned ecstasy."
"Oooh," said Ilona. "I can barely wait."
"And then His Exhausted Coxcomb was reaching for his absinth bottle and found he was trying to get a drink out of an underwater flashlight which was full of water and didn't work like everything else down there."
"Run along, Mr. Coelacanth, I've got problems of my own." She whispered again. "All this nipple plucking has made me so hot I'm really going to give it to you, you luscious tease. With my largest cock."
"How come you always give it to me?" Ilona licked her lips. "You some kind of frustrated insecure butch?"
"Because you're asking for it."
"You're asking for it," countered Ilona. "You gave it to Amos, and I'm going to give it to you."
"And then," shouted Mr. Coelacanth, loud enough to get their attention. "And then!" He tried to raise himself to a commanding position. It was an unsuccessful gesture. "And then," he lowered his voice to an accusing tone. "His Swollen Bag was slapped in the face with a man's swimming trunks. He can envision what's going on up here and that's why he sent me with the message."
"What message?"
He tried again to assume an air of authority. "Triton the Motherfucker...." There was an unnecessary tone of awe in his voice. "Asks would you please check to see if there's anything that can be done about the hole in the roof."
"I can see it all now," said Zuleika, exasperated. "That's the only message His Dripping Ass sent. Why you officious overbearing little pip-squeak, you get your top-heavy fins out of here before I throw you up on the beach to dry in the sun. You tell his Sagging Balls that we'll take a look at the hole in the roof if we happen to think of it. Now screw off! Shoo!" She watched him disappear into the depths and rubbed her hands together. "Now, to wipe that silly smile off Ilona's pretty bitchy face." She started to turn and suddenly found herself floundering on her back. She tried to roll over but the water was too shallow.
Ilona was on her in a second. She held her arms, locked her tail around her middle, and helped herself to kisses. She reached in her own crotch, made a few quick changes, and then rammed her largest cock into Zuleika's cunt.
Zuleika cried for a while. Then her own responses made her submit. She rarely assumed the passive roil but when she did, she was entirely feminine. At first she pleaded, then she whimpered, then her nails began to claw Ilona's back and she whispered a few coy words. "Ooh, Ilona, you're doing it to me. You're making me. Ilona, baby, you're fucking me. Fuck me! Fuck me, Ilona. Fill my cunt. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" As she felt the final submission rushing in a great wave she made one last attempt to escape. She dug her nails into Ilona's back. "You bitch! You bitch! What are you doing to me? Let me up! I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you! You'll see. I'll get even." She made one last attempt to break away and then convulsively twisted her tail back into the sand, arching up, and Ilona bore down, driving her cock in all the way. Zuleika screamed with delight and then lost all control. Her cunt softened to a voluptuous jelly, wet, sucking. "Give it to me, Ilona, my darling. Take me! My baby. Take me!"
Ilona ignored conversation. With grim determination she gave Zuleika a furious, merciless, thorough reaming.
When it was over, Zuleika continued whispering. The feeling of being dominated was rare and she tried to preserve it.
Ilona treated her like a violated virgin. She kissed her lips, her throat, her breasts. She massaged her swollen cunt back into place and whispered her undying love.
Zuleika finally grinned at her. She gave Ilona a pouty kiss and patted the back of her head. "All right, you lovely bitch. Now you know I do not own you. I admit that we're equals."
"It's about time."
"Now will you get back to business?"
"When we get home I think I'll fuck the ass off you again. I like to hear you cry for mercy."
Zuleika held her hands up to her breasts. "I'm so terrified." She fluttered her eyelids.
"I may chain you to that curious old curved altar and suck you dry first,"
"First you have to catch me." She tumbled Ilona over her lap and gave her a noisy spanking.
"I like that." She curved her tail. "Spank right in the crack of my ass. It makes my biscuit nice and hot and buttery."
"I'll biscuit you." Zuleika flipped her into the air so she landed in shallow water with a loud splash. "Let's get on with the stupid job."
Ilona shook her head in a small wave to get the sand out of her hair. "All these diversions; I keep forgetting what we came here for."
"We've got to get Maralyn down to the edge of the water so we can unpregnant her. Remember?"
"How can I ever forget."
"All this fooling around is great," Zuleika sighed. "But we should get with it, I suppose. After all, these humans only live about a hundred years or so, and already we've wasted a couple of hours."
"Very funny. Now what?"
"Toss her another dream. See if you can get Maralyn thinking about the sand and the sea enough to trot her cute little ass down here."
Ilona set her chin in a determined line. "Watch this one. The old hypnotic dream dome strikes again."
CHAPTER NINE
Ygor Dalmatian Smith worked all night in his secret lab. Finally he made all three of them: the blonde, the brunette, and the redhead. They were beautiful creatures and they lay on tables regarding him with cool eyes, awaiting his further instructions.
Zuleika forced her way in. "Hold everything just a blasted moment."
"All right! It's suspended." Ilona was petulant. "What's the beef?"
"Haven't you exhausted that dream yet? I'm not mad, I'm just asking. So don't pout at me."
Ilona gave a little self-conscious smile. "It was so much fun the first time I thought I'd give it another try."
"But you have to get Maralyn to the beach. You got nowhere near the beach with that scene."
"Maybe I will this time." Ilona tried to act indignant but she could not sustain the emotion. She laughed instead. "Besides, I want to find out if Carole got her busted pussy fixed."
Zuleika was unable to speak. Finally her laughter subsided. "Of course Carole got her pussy fixed."
"How do you know?"
"After he had his nap, and cleared everybody out, Ygor ran those two wires up from Carole's pussy to the back of her neck."
"The back of her neck?"
"Of course! He put a little switch in the hairline. Now she can fuck all day, feeling it all the way down to her toes. But when you want her to come you just throw the switch, and she really puts out with all those delightful convulsions."
"How do you know?"
"Silly! It's just perfectly obvious. Now would you please put out with a new dream and see that Maralyn gets down here. You've got to make her think of the sand and the sea."
Ilona scooped up a water ball and caught Zuleika right in the crotch. She tossed another one but Zuleika ducked. "Do you want a water ball fight?"
"No! I want a dream we can sink our teeth in."
"You cast your dreams your way, and I'll cast my dreams my way. I'd like to cast a dream on you. My, would I give it to you."
"I'll give it to you as soon as I get you home."
"Promises! Promises!" Ilona turned back to stare at the castle. "I suppose I have to start all over."
"Right! The first bit is all washed out by now."
"Here goes nothing. And don't interfere again. Let me make my own mistakes."
"Have fun. I'm going to make The Wizard of Positions happy by running over and taking a look at that hole in the roof."
"Hurry back in case Maralyn starts beachcombing."
"Of course," said Zuleika sarcastically. "I'm sure she's going to rush right down here."
Hortense worked all night. Finally she made all three of them: the blonde, the dark-haired one and the redhead. They were handsome creatures and they lay on tables regarding her with cool eyes, awaiting her further instructions.
Hortense could not care less what they did. Despite her elation over the results of her work she was plain exhausted. The laboratory still hummed with the complicated radiations she had used and forgotten to turn off. Bubbling in the corner was the vat of plastic she had used to make the skin. Ft had a bad odor when it overcooked. She scratched her pussy, licked her lips, and went over to cool it.
The boys moved their heads to watch her.
"Hi!" she said.
"Hello," they chorused. "Did you make us?"
"I sure did. Everyone of you."
"Well, you certainly gave us a confused set of memories," said the redhead. "We're not certain just what we're supposed to do. But one thing is sure."
"What's that?"
"I'm going to be a lifeguard."
"A lifeguard?" She looked from one to the other and then added: "What ever made you want to be a lifeguard?"
"I just love the sand and the sea. How about taking us all to the beach right now?"
"Not a chance."
"Don't argue with your darling Bill." He slid off his table, and in adjusting to his legs, did an interesting series of bumps and grinds.
Hortense licked her lips at the sight of his big cock. It swung in a half circle, slapped at his hip with a loud noise, while his balls bounced up and down as though suspended in a rubber bag. "You'd better get some clothes on if you're going to walk around with those fascinating motions." Hortense was not as fatigued as she originally thought. In fact, she was getting a bit horny.
"What's a clothes?" asked the blonde. He wobbled up close to her, looking like what he was supposed to look like, a slender, well-built, handsome blonde. "Tell Ed what a clothes is." He smiled down at her.
George tugged at the front of her blouse and pulled her close to his table. He stretched luxuriously and when he had her full attention, he said: "Climb up here and show me how you play clothes first. Then I can go apply for a job with the F.C.C."
"The F.C.C.?" Hortense was so astonished she did not realize George was still playing with the front of her blouse. He had it unbuttoned to the waist. "The F.C.C.?"
"Yes! Federal Communications Commission. I seem to have an overwhelming desire to join the F.C.C." She was not wearing a bra, and George reached in to caress a nipple.
Bill and Ed were fascinated by what George was doing. They surrounded Hortense, opened her blouse all the way, and began caressing the other breast.
"Hey! What goes on around here?" She started to move away but then found she was not in much of a hurry.
"After you apply at the F.C.C., George, then can we all go to the beach?"
"Why not?" said George, generously. He let Bill and Ed play with her breasts while he undid her belt and let her skirt fall to the floor.
"Hey!" said Hortense. "Just a minute here. Who's running this show?"
"Say, she sure is built different. No cock."
"No cock?" Bill and Ed spoke in unison.
"Well," George modified his last statement, "she does have a little rudimentary sort of cock, about as big as a peanut, and when you flick it, she sort of jumps around. Hold onto her."
"Hey! Knock this stuff off, you guys. Back to your tables. That's an order." She found she could only talk in short gasps as George continued tickling her clit. "Well, if you must, just slow down a little."
"She loves it," continued George. "Keep pulling at her nipples. They're getting just as hard and big as her clit, which is growing at an amazing speed. So she must love that, too."
"Can I play with it for a while?"
"Of course, Bill. I'll work down a bit further. You, Ed, why not suck on one nipple and pull at the other?"
"Ooh," said Hortense. "Things come up pretty fast around here. Three at once." She gave a voluptuous wiggle and spread her legs to brace herself.
"Ah!" said George. "There's some sort of little wet tunnel down here. And when I rub that she sure does swing and sway and wiggle about."
George slid off his table. "Let's get her up here where we can get a better look at things."
"Please, fellows!" Hortense made a weak attempt at struggling. She lay back as they bent her knees and spread her thighs wide apart. "I mean, there's three of you." She licked her lips again and relaxed, talking to herself: "Three at once, hmmmmm!"
Ed was still fascinated by her breasts. He sucked one and played with the other. When her nipple was protruding as far as it could, he began to tongue it. Hortense groaned. She thought she should not have given him such a rough tongue.
"I was right," said George. "When you tickle her cute long clit she jumps around, but when you stick your thumb in here, she just about flies off the table. Hold on to her, Ed. Bill, why don't you tongue her clit, while I shove my thumb in and out, and we'll see what develops." George shouted up to Ed. "You keep working on her nipples. I think all this leads somewhere."
Hortense was reaching for her limit. She gave up and reached for the nearest cock, Ed's. They were all the same size, and at the moment, she did not care which one she got. He was still soft. She pulled at him a few times, and then reached under to stroke his balls.
Ed's voice was muffled. He had learned how to suck her nipple, and a few inches of surrounding breast, into his mouth and then vibrate his tongue rapidly.
She arched back each time he did it. She gave his soft cock a few jerks and then asked: "What did you say, Ed?"
Ed looked up. "I said, let go of my cock. What do you think you're doing to it?"
"I'm trying to make it hard."
"Hard?"
"Yes-hard!" She was exasperated.
"And then what?"
"And then you can stick it in my cunt. That's what!" She became mad at his confused expression. "Where George is sticking his thumb." She sat up and looked around the room. "Don't tell me I forgot to program a simple fuck?"
"Well, pulling on it doesn't make it hard." Ed was annoyed. He jerked himself while Bill and George watched with studious interest. Then they tried it with the same lack of results.
Hortense sat cross-legged on the table. "Oh, no! It's too much to believe. I didn't forget about it. I know I didn't. It wouldn't be like me." She began mumbling to herself while masturbating her swollen pussy. "I planned on it. Let's face it. I planned on a little mechanical cock now and then." She looked at them. They were lined up, creases of concentration on their faces, jerking as rapidly as possible. There were no results.
"Say! I think I know what's wrong with me," said George. He held on to his cock with one hand, and thrust a finger into each of his belly buttons. He gave a push-pull and a twist. His cock and balls came off, exposing his warming grid and expansion mechanism. He burrowed inside and brought up a couple of loose wires. "Will you solder these for me, Hortense? I seem to be a little unraveled."
"It's not worth the trouble." She was weary. "I'll just pigtail them together." She twisted them and then attached his cock and balls. She gave his cock a little pull as he smiled at her. "It's not an important circuit anyway."
"What does it do? Pull my cock again, Hortense. When you pull my cock I feel it all the way down to my toes."
"That's exactly what it does. It makes a pull at your cock respond all the way down to your toes." She looked down, surprised. She gave him another pull. "My! It seems to do more than just that. George, you're beginning to get big and fat. In fact, you're getting enormous. Much bigger than the blueprints. George, is that all you? Gevalt! It's as big as a baby's arm with a knobby end like a clenched fist. George, I don't think we can use it. It's much too big."
"The hell you say." George pushed her back on the table.
"How about us?" asked Bill. "Hortense, will you fix our cocks?"
"She'll be busy for a while," said George.
"Oh, George!" She let out a gasp. "You're as hard as an old rock."
"I'll fix your wires, Bill, if you'll fix mine." Ed was sitting on the edge of another table. He laid his cock and balls beside him. Bill did the same and they fished around in each others' warming grid and expansion mechanism, looking for loose wires.
"Ooh, George, stop a minute while we talk this over."
"Not a chance!" He was in the correct position, and he kept prodding, but he kept missing.
"I think you're much too big for little old me." She grinned and licked her lips, trusting he would not pay any attention to her words.
"Nonsense! You were hot for a simple fuck a little while ago, Miss Hortense, and now you're going to get it." He stretched her legs a trifle wider. "There! Now I've got my knobby end sliding up and down in your wet gash. How do you like that?"
"Hmmmm!" she said. "Just keep doing that. Every-time you slide up you...." She jumped again. "You mash my clit and it's delicious. Never mind about trying to stick it inside."
"Oh!" said George. "Is that what I'm supposed to do?"
"Me and my big mouth," said Hortense, still trying to play hard-to-get. "Forget that part, George, you're too big."
"You said it was only as big as a baby's arm."
"But a big baby-baby-baby!" She tried to squirm back but George held her.
"That must be the place," commented George. He pushed again "Ah! But of course! I can feel it down to my toes. The knobby end is in, the rest of the simple fuck should be easy."
She had lost her breath when George pushed it in, stretching her delightfully and not painfully as she had expected. Just as she began to get her breath back, he rammed himself in all the way, and began a steady pounding. She found that all she could do was hang on and gasp.
His steady deep rhythm reached her in a few moments. She tried to hold off, to wait for him, but he seemed as tireless as a machine. Suddenly she beat a tattoo on his back, spread her thighs as far as she could, and digging her feet into the table top, arched up at him. She let out a prolonged moan and began thrashing about.
He looked at her and then ceased his pounding. "What are you doing?"
In reply she wrapped her arms around his head for leverage, clamped the back of her knees over his thighs, and rode her cunt up and down on his rigid cock until she was completely satisfied. Then she fell back in abandoned exhaustion.
"What was that all about?" repeated George.
"I came, that's what I did." She looked up at him sleepily. "Didn't you?"
"Well, I did feel it in my toes as I told you." He began a long luxurious stroke. "Every time I move it back and forth in your flowing gash, I feel it all the way to my toes."
"No! Ooh, no no!" Hortense tried to struggle out but he had her well-pinned. "Not again. Not so soon."
"Why, I haven't even gotten warmed up," complained George.
"I think we've found the right wires," said Ed. He looked over as Bill pulled out a couple of wires, scraped the insulation, and twisted them together. "How are you two doing?"
"Just fine," said George, without missing a stroke. "I find that the simple fuck is felt completely in the toes if you prong her deeply and slowly."
"Ooh, yes," said Hortense. "It is delightful. But I can't again. Not so soon."
"But you are."
"Yes I am."
"And," continued George with his explanation of the simple fuck, "when you get your cock in all the way you give a little extra push-push, a little extra rub rub on her clit, which makes her jump and quiver in a most delightful manner which, naturally, convulses your toes." He demonstrated his approach three or four times for Ed's studious attention. "Do you think you've got it?"
"I don't expect a bit of trouble," said Ed.
"Miss Hortense, you'll have to stop jumping around like that. My cock is apt to slip out. Miss Hortense, you're making those funny noises again, moans and groans, and now you're beating on my back, thrashing and jumping, quivering and snarling, and the way you slide up and down on my cock at such a furious pace, you've lost the delightful slow rhythm of the simple fuck. Miss Hortense, are you all right? Did you come again, whatever that is?"
She lay back on the table and indulged in a few deep breaths. Her feet fell off the sides, spreading her pussy further, but she did not care. She mumbled to herself. "That was a wild one. That was indeed a wild one."
"Are you all through coming, Miss Hortense." George took her silence for a positive answer. "All right, then, we can now proceed with the simple fuck."
"Oh, my God, no!" She was too weak to even bring her feet back on the table. He gave her a few slow deep thrusts, a few extra rub-rubs, a calculated push-push, and Hortense put her hands under her head, looked dreamily at the ceiling, and licked her lips.
"How about my turn?" asked Ed.
"Don't rush him," said Hortense.
"Yeah! Don't rush me."
"You'll wear it out."
"Who cares?"
"I made them to last and last and last," she mused.
"Hut I never thought it would last this long." She got her feet back on the table to give George a gentle response.
"Come on, George," said Bill. "I've got my cock fixed, too. Give us a shot at this simple fuck business."
"Well, all right. I am getting tired."
She gasped and closed her eyes as he withdrew suddenly. When she glanced down again Ed was getting into position. She let out a little scream and tried to get up, but Bill and George held her arms.
"What's the matter?" Ed knelt between her legs, cock in hand and scratched his balls.
"You've got Bill's cock. Don't you see the difference? The hair doesn't match."
"Who cares?" Ed started to lower himself. "A cock is a cock."
"But worse than that." She still struggled to escape and they had to hold her arms and legs. "You've got it on upside down. The balls are supposed to be on the bottom."
Ed looked at George's cock. "You're right. I do have mine on upside down. Well, I'm not going to change it now. Let's try it this way." He had no trouble getting it in.
Hortense let out a little sigh and put her hands in back of her head. "I must be loose as a goose."
"Now what do I do, George?"
"You start a long slow gentle rhythmic stroke. That's it! Slide it all the way out, hesitate, make the knobby end, which is as big as a child's fist, pop in again-don't jump like that, Miss Hortense-then push it in all the way. You're doing a fine job, Ed. Then give that extra push-push and rub-rub."
"My balls are on top and they're in the way," complained Ed. "Maybe I should pull it out and put my cock on correctly."
"Don't even think about it," said Hortense. "You're doing fine just the way you arc." She looked up at the ceiling and then closed her eyes. "Oh, yes, you are, Ed. You're doing just fine with your balls on top. Give me a few more little extra push-pushes and rub-rubs. It's delightful the way your balls crush and wheel around on my clit."
"Now I'm going to slide it all the way out and make the knobby end pop in and out a few times. My, that certainly makes you jump around, Miss Hortense. That makes you jump around just as much as when I get it in all the way and roll my balls up and down on your little clit. George, while I have my cock out all the way, giving her a few pop-pops with the knobby end at the entrance to her delightful cunt, why don't you reach in and mess around in her sloppy gash and tweak her clit a few times. Aah, that certainly does make her thrash about. Why, Miss Hortense, never could I imagine such moans and groans, head twisting, arms and legs flailing. Well, here we go in again to crush the old balls in your wide open snatch and George's hand-you can take your hand out now, George-and-say...." Ed stopped to look at George. "What am I supposed to be feeling?"
"You're supposed to be feeling it down to your toes."
"I don't feel a thing."
"Don't stop now," said Bill. He was stretched on a table. "I feel it down to my toes."
"You feel it?" He looked down. "Miss Hortense, must you keep rolling your hips like that? And, George, you can take your hand out as I told you a minute ago."
"Well, you're using my cock," said Bill. "Naturally I feel it down to my toes."
"Let George do what he wants," she snapped. "If he wants to leave his hand in there and tweak my clit, finger my sloppy gash, and thumb my cunt, let him do it. He seems to know what he's doing, which is more than T can say for the rest of you." She arched hack. "Oh, yes, George or Ed, or whoever is doing that. Don't stop!"
"I'm doing it," said Bill. "It's my cock."
"Miss Hortense, you're crushing Bill's balls bouncing up and down like that." He looked at Bill. "This is a hell of a note. I do all the work and he feels it down to his toes. Miss Hortense, you seem to be slobbering quite a bit and I don't understand a word you're saying. I'm not going to put all this work into a simple fuck and have Bill feel it down to his toes." Ed tried to get up.
"Stick with it," said Bill. "A few more pop-pops and my toes will bend backwards."
"Miss Hortense, you've got my thighs in a double leg lock, hands clasped around my back, ass lifted right off the table and swinging around and back and forth at a frantic pace. Are you all right, Miss Hortense? You're frothing at the mouth and making those idiot gibbering sounds. George! Have you got my balls shoved up Miss Hortense's snatch?"
"Just one of them," admitted George, sadly. "The other one won't fit."
"Is she coming again?" Ed found he could not move. "Is that what she's doing?"
"It looks that way." George shook his head with disgust. "Yes, there she blows. She certainly spoils the delightful slow rhythm of the simple fuck with all her gasping and snorting, teeth exposed, face all screwed up, sweat flying, ass slapping up and down, back and forth, and then those convulsive circles-Ed, it's enough to tear your cock off."
"You can get your hand out now, George. I think she's slowing down."
"She should be exhausted."
"I'm a bit bushed," admitted Ed.
"I feel fine." Bill sat on the edge of his table. "I just have to straighten out my toes."
"She's shot down now."
"Fucked out! Arms and legs hanging over the edge of the table again. An occasional shudder and a long overacted sigh. Nipples smoothed out, tongue flicks out now and then to lick her lips in memory of the frantic fuck. Now the deep breathing! Miss Hortense, you certainly make a spectacle of yourself."
Ed struggled to get up. "George, will you get your hand in here and fish out my left nut? George! You stuck it in there, so you can get it out. Ah! That's it." He withdrew suddenly, getting a loud gasp from Hortense. "Now, Bill, it's your turn, so I can feel it down to my toes."
Bill did not move from his table. "I don't think I want to bother. I mean, thanks a lot for the toe-curling, Ed, but it looks like an awful lot of effort."
George and Ed turned to argue with him. It was enough time for Hortense to grab her skirt and blouse and stagger out the lab door. She locked it behind her. By the time she reached the main entrance hall she had her blouse on and partially buttoned and then someone let the knocker go. The sound enveloped her for a few seconds, gathering strength, while Hortense clutched at her head, and then raced back down the hall.
"Oi gevalt," she screamed. "On top of everything else. Such a headache...." Her words were lost as the sound raced back, lower in pitch, strong as a sonic boom. It massaged her with invisible fingers. She finally staggered to the door and pulled it open. There were three women standing there. She tried to brush past, but one of them grabbed her arm.
"Pardon me, miss-"
"Haven't time now."
"You'll have to make time, miss." She flashed some credentials. "I'm Marge Higgins from the F.C.C. Federal Communications Commission-and this is Carole and Sheila."
Hortense looked Marge over. She was a mannish-looking girl in a severely-cut business suit and an extremely short haircut. Her manner brooked no interference. "The F.C.C. hires girls for field work?"
Marge bristled. "You have something against career women?" She looked Hortense up and down. Then she kept looking down. Her voice was a little awed. "Miss ... you don't have a skirt on ... or ... panties. And your ... your...."
"I sometimes have to leave in a hurry." Hortense started to put on her skirt.
"Let me help you," purred Marge.
"Thank you! I am a bit shaky."
Marge slid the skirt as slowly as possible over Hortense's ass and then reached around to grasp the front of the waistband. She hesitated there.
Hortense cocked an eyebrow and licked her lips. Marge's hand moved in a little circle. "Miss, if you don't mind my saying so, your ... your...."
"Yes?"
Marge finally blurted: "I've never seen such a swollen gaping pussy in all my born days." She knelt down for a closer inspection. "It's fiery red, and the clit must be at least an inch long, and poking out like it's just begging." Marge licked her lips and leaned closer.
"Well, I ... I...." Hortense thought sadly, it's either a feast or a famine. She felt certain she could manage another one if she put her mind to it. "I've had a busy morning making things. I mean, if you have the time perhaps we could...."
Carole grabbed Marge by her short hair. "Get hold of yourself, Sam, we're here on Official Government Business." The way she said it, Hortense could hear the capital letters.
Marge sighed. She let her fingers stray until she got a brief sigh out of Hortense, and then pulled up her skirt, and buckled the belt. She patted her front and back as though adjusting her skirt.
Hortense smiled at her. "I'm still a bit shaky. Thank you for being so thoughtful. Perhaps, sometime, when we're both not so busy, we could ..."
"Any time you need any help, just let me know." Marge handed her a card. "Call me. Anytime! I'll be glad to...."
Sheila grabbed the card from Hortense, tore it into a dozen pieces, threw them to the ground, and stamped on them. "We're here on Official Government Business, remember? Remember, Sam?" There was an ominous tone to her voice. She turned back to Hortense. "Now, Miss Gaping, or whatever your name is, some spurious radiation has been splashing up the spectrum for miles."
"And we traced it here," added Carole.
"Here, girls. Here are the keys. Help yourselves. The lab is right down at the end of the hall." Hortense got free and started across the drawbridge.
"What do you say, Marge?" asked Sheila. "She invited us in, so it's legal."
They found the lab without difficulty, but were unable to determine the exact source of the radiation. Most of the equipment was completely unfamiliar, and the standard types of transmitters and high frequency oscillators in sight did not seem to be functioning.
"How about that," whispered George. "Three of them. Three juicy girls. One for each of us."
"Give me back my cock," demanded Ed.
"Here's your old cock. Where's mine?" Bill inspected his cock before attaching it. "It looks a bit worn, particularly on the end. And the balls! My God, they're both kind of crushed and mangled, but the left one is a real mess."
"Them's the breaks." Ed had his adjusted. "I put it on upside down again. I think they like that."
"Good idea! Let's all do it."
"I've been wanting to try that," said George. When he had his cock adjusted, he balanced his balls neatly on top, and looked up just as the three girls turned around. "I want the one with the short haircut." George gave his erect cock a few strokes and began to stalk her. "I have the feeling she's going to give me a real sexy struggle."
Hortense entered the cemetery, patted Lassie, and ran into Ygor.
"Ah! There you are." He put his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss. He whispered: "How about a piece of ass, you luscious morsel?"
She shuddered. "I really don't think I could, darling Ygor. I'm much too tired."
His voice reflected his disappointment. "Why? What have you been doing all morning?"
"Nothing worth mentioning. What say we pack a lunch and go to the beach?"
CHAPTER TEN
"Where's Amos?" Ygor pushed back his hair, spread Maralyn's legs a trifle, and inserted the tiny electrode. He looked closer at her pussy. "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" He checked and then answered his own question. "Yes, still a virgin, but definitely getting a bit ragged. Never in all my born days have I seen such a swollen, gaping ... Ah! Of course! Hortense! Hortense?"
She came from behind the instrument panel. She looked at the nude Maralyn stretched out on the table, legs wide apart, a dreamy expression on her face, and licked her lips. She touched them, noticed they were chapped, and applied some colorless lipstick.
Ygor fixed her with a suspicious eye. "Hortense, my dear, have you ever seen such a red, swollen, gaping, liquid pussy on a virgin before?"
She leaned over the table, put her elbows between Maralyn's legs, and rested her head in her hands. She sighed and licked her lips.
"Well?" pursued Ygor.
"Well what?"
"Have you had a good look?"
"It looks silly with that wire trailing out of it."
"Don't change the subject. Have you ever seen such a red, swollen...."
"All right, already," snapped Hortense, maintaining her study. "I heard you the first time. It takes time to answer a difficult question like that. I'm sorting back through my vast past experience in viewing, close up, red, swollen, gaping, liquid pussies on ragged virgins." She leaned a bit closer.
"Watch out she doesn't snap your nose off." There was a sarcastic tone in Ygor's voice.
Hortense ignored him. "And I think I can honestly say that on a ragged virgin, I have never seen such a red, swollen, gaping...."
"And just how do you think it got that way?" Ygor pointed a finger at her. "Just how?"
Hortense raised herself in an imperious manner. "I have the feeling all this is in the form of an accusation."
"Guilty conscience," countered Ygor. "I have the feeling you had your hand in it. Your hand, mouth, teeth, tongue, and probably your thumb, as well."
"Why, Ygor Dalmatian Smith, what a thing to say to your wife." She had a tone of mock seriousness. "You know me better than that."
"Yeht," said Maralyn.
"Yeht?" repeated Ygor. "You mean, yeth. And yeth to what?"
"Yeth, to anybody-I mean, yeth to anything." She stretched and wiggled her hips.
"That's it!" Ygor raised a finger in a gesture of discovery. "You cats are on the juice again."
"We did have a few after-breakfast martinis," admitted Hortense. "And a few before breakfast-just enough to get Maralyn all relaxed for her ordeal of scientific defloration."
"Oooh, yeth!"
"If she was any more relaxed she'd roll off the table." Ygor affixed the terminals to Maralyn's temples. "Why didn't you call me? I'm pretty good at the old tongue bit, as you well know."
"As you well know," snapped Hortense. "I'm still mad about those three mechanical dolls of yours."
"I've told you a hundred times." He had his hands outstretched, a perfect picture of abused innocence. "I can't imagine how they got all those ideas about sex in their computers."
Hortense had her hands on her hips. "They didn't act as though they just had ideas. They acted as though they had lots of experience. Explain that?"
"I can't explain. I can't!"
"And I can't accept 'I can't' for an answer."
"You seemed to enjoy yourself." He grinned. "Such abandon, right in the main entrance hall."
Hortense relented in her attitude. "It's not that. You know how I enjoy anything like three chicks holding me down and taking turns." She licked her lips at the memory. "It's the thought of you having the chutzpa to try to put something over on me. That's what bugs me."
"What's all this about three mechanical dolls?" Maralyn managed to stir herself out of her lethargy. "It was like a little while ago after you...." She blushed prettily. "After you left me, Hortense, I had a quick nap and dreamt about three mechanical girl dolls that you made, Ygor, and you...." She blushed again.
"Yes?" prodded Hortense. "What happened?"
"Well, Ygor made sex games with them."
"Ah so!" Hortense looked him over. "So explain about the sex games."
"It was a dream!" Ygor made a motion to tear his hair out. "Maralyn has a dream ... He looked up at the ceiling, and on an ascending scale, added: "And I'm responsible?"
"And then I had another dream."
"Ah so," said Hortense. "There's more?"
"Only this time it was three mechanical men dolls that you made, Hortense, and you . She blushed at Hortense.
"Please proceed," said Ygor, suddenly interested. "Well, Hortense made sex games with them."
"Ah so!" Ygor pointed a victorious finger. "Now who has the chutzpa to put what over on whom? Or is it whom over on what?"
"It was a dream!" Hortense made a motion to tear her hair out. "Maralyn has a dream ... She looked up at the ceiling, and on an ascending scale, added: "And I'm responsible?"
"Enough of this foolishness." Ygor attached a band to Maralyn's right ankle. "Maybe you'd better lay off the juice, kid. Sounds like you're getting the DT's. Where's Amos? We're just about ready for him."
"Maybe I was a little heavy on that vermouth," mused Hortense. "What's in that stuff?"
Ygor tested Maralyn's clit for response. She jumped readily. "Can't remember right now. Hope I didn't get it confused with the LSD formula." He attached the band around Maralyn's chest. "Just about ready. Where's Amos?"
"I thought, maybe later ... Maralyn stretched and yawned, as though awakening from a deep sleep. "Maybe I could run down to the beach, and play in the sand."
"Right after a few tests, and the big scientific defloration ... He flicked her left nipple rhythmically to emphasize the last three words. "You can run and play any place you want." He adjusted the camera over her right nipple. "Where's Amos?"
"May I take your horse with me?"
"Hawk?" He leaned back to look her over, and remembered to aim the second camera at her pussy. "There! Everything's all set." Absently thinking of the camera's view, he spread the lips of her cunt, pulled aside a few hairs, and then vigorously patted her pussy. "Of course you can take Hawk. He needs the exercise. Where's Amos?"
"Everyone is so good to me." Maralyn wiggled her hips up and down in response to his pats.
"Ygor Dalmatian Smith," warned Hortense. "Watch that middle finger of yours. She's ragged enough now."
"Indeed she is. Indeed she is!" He licked his finger and brushed back his hair. "Can't tell what might be the perfect mixture to keep hair down. Now I've been very patient about...."
"About what?"
"If I've asked you once, I've asked you a dozen times." He raised his voice. "Where's Amos?"
"How should I know?"
"You mean you gave him a morning off? That doesn't sound like you, my dear. Are you all right?"
"I was only thinking of you." Hortense glanced down at Maralyn and then back at Ygor. "I thought he should save himself for the big scientific defloration."
"Hah! Try again!"
"Would you believe I was just being a good hostess helping Maralyn get settled in her room?"
"Now you're reaching me."
"Yeth," added Maralyn. "I think I'm all ready."
"That still does not answer the question. Where's Amos?"
As though in answer to his question, the knocker hit the door. The boom gathered strength in the main en trance hall, and then funneled down the hall with all the strength of an avalanche.
"Close the door," shouted Ygor. "Maybe we can trap it in the hall."
Hortense clasped her ears. "Gevalt! Such a headache...."
Ygor was too late. The boom filtered into the lab, expanded into the vaulted ceiling, lowered in pitch, and then crashed back down on them. Ygor and Hortense held onto each other and vibrated in unison. Maralyn slid off the table dragging her attachment with her.
Ygor felt himself getting a medium erection and held Hortense as close as possible. He gave her a long kiss, until the vibrations began to subside. "That was truly precious, my dear. I was thinking, the next time I get it up, why don't we do it in the main hall. I'll hire someone to let the knocker go every ten seconds. It should be a gas; harnessing all that energy for such a practical use."
Hortense started to make some biting comment when the lab was flooded with the billowing sound of Westminster chimes.
"Gevalt!" screamed Hortense. "Now what?"
"Isn't that delightful?" Ygor gave her an expansive smile. "I disconnected the bell and attached the chimes."
Hortense covered her ears. "Schmuck! You gone crazy, or something?" The ringing echoing tones enveloped them. "My God, whoever it is pushed it again." Ygor helped Maralyn to her feet, and surveyed the ruin. "Worse than last night with Lassie." He raised his voice over the musical tones. "Hortense?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Where's Lassie?"
"Lassie? Where's Lassie?" Her voice began to tremble with a tinge of insanity. "That priceless gem of a meshugener dog. Fuck Lassie! That's where she is." She raced out and down the hall. "My God! He pushed it again." She got the door open. "Amos! You crazy, or something? Now it's the knocker and the bell?" She shook a finger at him, looked him up and down, and raised her voice another note. "The door wasn't even locked." She looked him up and down again. "The door wasn't even ... the door wasn't ... even ... Amos, what are you doing running around nude like that." She looked down. "Amos, what's wrong with your cock and balls? They look like they went through a meat-grinder." She looked up. "Amos, why do you have that funny look on your face? You look like you're in a state of shock." She tapped him on the chest. "Amos, have you lost your voice?"
"I ... I ... I...."
"Yes? Speak up! You sound kind of weak."
"I ... I...."
"Spit it out, Amos. I haven't got all day. And Ygor is waiting for you; although from the look of your equipment I don't think you're going to be of much good."
"I ... I ... I was attacked by a couple of mermaids."
"Oh, my God! Everyone's going off the deep end." She raced back to the lab closely pursued by Amos. "I ... I...."
"You said that," interrupted Hortense. "And your stretched balls make a ridiculous slapping sound."
Amos beat Hortense to the lab. "Ygor! Ygor! You won't believe this."
"The way you put it I have a feeling I won't."
"I was attacked by a couple of mermaids."
"Of course, lad, it happens to me frequently. Now why don't you lie down on this little old table, and...."
"But it's true! It's true! I was out skin diving and ..."
"And where did all this happen?" Ygor got Amos to sit on the edge of the table.
"In a secret grotto under the castle."
"Of course!" Ygor rummaged in a cabinet and found a hypodermic needle.
"Not only that, but there's a secret sub-cellar full of funny old bottles full of a liquid with worms floating and . .
"Of course! Now simmer down, lad."
"And there's a flight of secret stairs leading up to a secret door behind that line of shelves in the cellar."
"And that was where the two mermaids were; right smack in our cellar." Ygor searched around for a certain ampoule and started filling the hypodermic.
"No! No! They were in the grotto."
"The grotto. Of course! I should have known. Mermaids are found in grottos, not in cellars. And while you were in the grotto they attacked you."
"Exactly!"
"And just what did they do?"
"They fucked me."
Hortense had had a bored expression but she brightened perceptibly.
"They held you down and took turns."
"No, they fucked me both at once."
"That's a neat trick." Ygor had the hypodermic filled. He saturated some cotton and swabbed Amos' arm.
"One had a cock."
"A cock?"
"About twelve inches long."
Hortense came closer to the table."
"Then that was a merman, not a mermaid." Ygor emptied the hypodermic into Amos' arm.
Amos rubbed his arm but did not complain. "She had tits and a cunt, too."
He put the hypodermic away. "Now, let's get this straight, lad. You were fucked fore and aft by two mermaids, one of whom had a cunt, a twelve-inch cock, and tits. And all this happened in a grotto right under us."
"Now you're beginning to understand."
"And there's stairs behind the shelves in the cellar leading down through a sub-cellar."
"Exactly!"
"And what did you think while all this was going on?"
Amos began to waver back find forth. "It was ... it was...." Ygor caught him and stretched him out on the table. "It was ... altogether wonderful." Amos began to snore.
"See what too much sun can do to you."
"Yeth," said Maralyn. She tried to walk away but found she was attached to a long thin wire. She fished it out of her cunt. "I think I'll grab Hawk and go for a ride on the beach."
"Help yourself. We're surely not going to accomplish much today." He looked at Hortense. "See what too much sun can do to you." He suddenly realized Hortense was not there. "Hortense? Hortense?" There was no reply. Ygor looked from one battered instrument to the other. He shook his great head sadly, his hair swaying back and forth like a field of wheat in a storm. He realized he still had a medium erection, and guising his intentions with scientific mien, found a soldering iron, and went to his secret lab.
Hortense found the movable shelves without difficulty. "Oh, my," she muttered. She licked her lips and aimed a flashlight down the stairs. "It's not possible." She went down carefully, pausing long enough to look at one of the bottles. She navigated the circular stairs and hesitated in the archway to the grotto. She waved the light around. "Just as Amos said, but can it all be true?" She walked out on the black sand. She felt fool ish for a moment but then she was certain no one could hear her. "Mermaid! Mermaid!" She raised her voice. "Here, Mermaid! Mermaid?" There was a splash close by. She jumped back and then shone the light on a beautiful face with long blonde hair. "Oh no! It can't be true."
"You called me, Hortense?"
"You know my name?"
"I know lots of things." Zuleika swam a bit closer. "You want something?"
"I don't know. I...."
"Yes you do. You want to get fucked."
"I ... yes."
"Come closer to the water's edge; and take off all your clothes."
Hortense dropped the flashlight and quickly stripped. She had a moment of awe and irrational shyness, then she licked her lips in anticipation. She sat at the water's edge beside Zuleika, and realized she was looking up at her. "You're big, and heavy."
"Don't worry." Zuleika laughed. It was like a series of crystal chimes and they chased each other around the grotto as though trying to create a happy melody. "I won't crush you." She pushed Hortense onto her back and began to play with her. "What do you want, Hortense? A twelve-inch or an eighteen-inch cock?"
Hortense trembled. She felt completely passive for the first time in her life. Almost like a shy child she asked: "If you don't mind, miss, could we start with the twelve-inch cock? First?"
"And I'm going to leave the light on," continued Zuleika. "I want to watch your face."
"Yes. I want that."
Outside there was a brilliant flash of lightning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Miles of empty beach: the mirror of the sea and the dusty sand had to be approached. A lazy, lazy afternoon. The kind where she stretched and stretched and stretched again every few moments, and wondered why it felt so good when her breasts milked around and her tight belly pulled. In the distance, a few flashes of heat lightning, but if there was to be a storm, Maralyn felt certain, it would not be for hours.
Hawk saddled and down the long silent dirt drive to the silent sea and the silent sand and the silent heat and the sound of nothing, and a loud insistence, searching her. There was something good far away; in the empty spaces with the dunes and the sea. But there was no hurry.
The breakfast martinis with Hortense seemed to have worn off, but still she did feel a bit drowsy, and vague; in a peculiar mood. She remembered Hortense's hands, and, she blushed even to think about it, Hortense's mouth. It must have been that strange vermouth that had made her so promiscuous. Now it was like a switch had been turned on; all she seemed to think about was sex.
Midsummer, mid-afternoon, the sun bright and hot on the dry sand, and the sea barely moving. She slumped a bit in the saddle. Maralyn let the reins slip and Hawk hung his head, his hooves a soft slow tattoo in the sand.
A crease in her belly made her feel fat. She straightened a moment but there was no one watching, there was no one within miles, and she slumped again. The hell with the fat little crease. She scratched her belly button.
Now the reins were loose between her fingers. Hawk moved slowly along the shore, his feet a rushing sound in the pouring sand, a counterpoint to the gentle surf.
The sun was too much. It burned into her skin and she was sorry she had not worn a shirt and slacks. A bikini was fine when you wanted more than, but this was too hot.
Hawk slipped a little. She knotted the rains and dropped them to his neck. Then sliding the top of her bikini down to her hips, she watched her breasts vibrate to the motions of Hawk. Firm as they were, full and unsupported, they moved in abandon as he picked up a little speed. She cupped them with her hands so the motion tickled her palms. So white against the tan, they might burn quickly in the sun.
Purple veins, trace for me a path of sensuous delight.
Now where had she ever heard that?
It was too late now but the next summer she would get tanned all over. Tan as a hardened, crinkled-up, tickled nipple. She crushed them to herself, and felt a warmth on the saddle.
That was a silly stupid thing to do. What if people were watching? It must be the sun. She slid the top back on, careful to cover all the light skin, and picked up the reins.
In the past there had been some petting, some masturbation, but she had been too busy getting her undergraduate degree to think much about sex. But now there was more than a month before graduate school and all of a sudden she was ready, aroused by her voluntary submission to the research, for all that money, by the drinks, by Hortense, and then Amos had cramped out twice. She sighed. Maybe she was destined to die an old maid with her cherry ragged but intact.
A path of water moved against the tide. There the waves levelled out and the smooth water had a deeper color, like a pond in a lake, or a river in a sea, a jellyfish in a bowl of jellyfish. It came within a short distance, then paralleled her progress. A seahorse drifted towards the shore. The water seemed cold. In the mirror of the surface he was much less than half a charger but a large striper raced away. Contemplating the dry world for a minute, the seahorse shivered with orgasm, and then casually returned to his deeps.
What if somebody had been watching? Even if it was a deserted stretch, once in a while there was a someone. She coaxed Hawk into a trot. Now she could smell his masculine sweat, the salt air, and the oiled leather. Her bare soft inner thighs massaged the sides of the saddle, the caress of giant hands, and the rhythmic slap of big bottom ass cheeks was dulled by the brief bikini. She felt it contract on the rise and then relax as curly thing thrust for the sticky leather.
How could she still have hot pants after that long morning session with Hortense? She licked her lips, and then grinned. Already she was picking up some of Hortense's habits.
Bra half down again. Why fight it? A brief gallop in the shallow ebb of the sea, on the packed sand, icy crystals of spray to cool her hot pants and her flying tits. Burn and peel, who cares? Maybe, with burned tits, she could coax some man to rub in oil and honey, cinnamon and myrrh. Cinnamon and myrrh? Backside slapping on the saddle; just who was she kidding the way her legs were spread? A bit more than necessary. Cinnamon, myrrh, and honey, what a sticky mess!
They would fly off for certain. They were not even bouncing together. One up! One down! She felt every tug in her hot thing. And she must be going nuts. Honey and cinnamon did sound delicious. Especially if he licked it all off. Who he? What he? She looked up and down the beach. No he! No anyone, in sight.
Darker now, and calmer, like a sudden deep pit in the floor of the sea, the surface seemed perfectly natural as she wheeled Hawk to a halt. She paid no attention to the sea and no attention to the shore.
Calmed by the caresses of the seaweed, the rock lay patient, and the gentle motion of the water flashed the eyes in the shadows.
A little exhausted, color heightened, eyes glazed, she slid off the saddle. She knew it was deliberate when she gave her crotch an extra gouge along the strap. She slipped out of the top and threw it at a great stone.
Go ahead, be a nut, cook your tits in the hot sun. Come off on a saddle; you certainly are unglued today. Why not go all the way and cook your ass too? The bottom half slid down easily. Soaked! A lousy towel it makes, I must say. It also landed on the rock.
Might as well all get undressed. Come on, Hawk, you're hot too. Off with the saddle. Her bare feet twisting in the hot sand, she placed it on the rock.
For a moment she stretched, freezing her arched back, a strung bow, and then she ran her hands over her white belly, and reaching back, clasped her bottom in both hands, fingers searching.
My God! What if someone should see me. She reached for her bikini, and then stopped again to look up and down the beach. No one in miles. Back inland, across the dunes and across the marsh, not a soul. Not a sail in sight to the horizon. Far down the beach the old castle almost indistinct in the haze of midday heat. She knelt down, knees wide apart. Must not get sand in the pussy.
A small blackfish skittered from the big rock with the flashing eyes and the seaweed and the darting shadows that blended into the gray driftwood, the twigs and the branches. And then in the hot afternoon in the cold sea, they were all motionless.
Except one.
Ilona was close to shore now. She held the mood as firmly as she could to entrance the sea and the shore. The tide was going out and as she moved in nervously, hands fluttering, she made little whitecaps. "Zuleika! Zuleika! Where are you?" She muttered to herself. "What a time to check the hole in the roof." She wanted to shout, to hasten Zuleika, but she was afraid Maralyn might hear. What if she left? What if she climbed back on that strange beast and raced away? Ilona came close to shore, nervously eyeing the strange animal with four legs, until she could feel the sandy bottom brush her breasts. Then, as Zuleika had taught her, she encircled Maralyn in a hypnotic dome, and began to give definite orders.
Still kneeling, Maralyn looked up at Hawk. What a big boy! Hawk, they are as big as oranges. And does your girl friend like what you have got in here? He tensed but did not try to get away. You like that too much. She led him over to the rock, and jumping from the saddle, landed astride his bare back.
You'd rather have me underneath, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you! She shouted and spurred on in rhythm. Knees up, head forward, clasping his mane, mouth open every time bouncy ass bounced on his back. It was too much. She would fall off and be hurt. She had an overwhelming desire to return to the rock where she had left the saddle. She pulled back on him, slowing to a walk. She wheeled him about and let herself down on his back, legs outspread, not touching his sides, and leaning back on her hands, felt her pussy soften as his muscles slid her back and forth on the coarse hair of his spine. Another few moments. Get it over with. She looked down at her convulsing white belly. God! What had gotten into her? She thought she should get hold of herself, and then she changed her mind. She made a little gasp of abandon, bared her teeth with lust, and leaned forward. Hawk's moving muscles seemed to leap at her, his coarse hair scratched at her clit just once, and she screamed out as waves of voluptuous ecstasy rolled over her. She bore down with all her weight, rocking back and forth, hammering at his neck, close to agony. "Stop, Hawk! Stop! Stop! Stop!" It took minutes to walk to the rock. Then he stopped. Sobbing with delight, Maralyn slid off his wet back, and collapsed on the sand, legs askew, fingers twitching at her swollen pussy to bring the storm to rest as slowly as possible.
Ilona held at the water's edge. A little fish darted under her and lay still. Sand tickled his belly and the water through his gills made a rustling sound so close to the surface. He brushed against Ilona and had an exquisite orgasm.
What is it? What is it that makes me do it?" That makes me want it so much? Flat on her back under Hawk, legs up and wide apart, she clutched around, and finding a long smooth stone, tried to insert it. It was too large, so holding it tightly, she rubbed up and down rapidly the length of her slit. She thought, that feels good, and if T am completely soft as a grape, masturbating on big smooth stones and thinking of horses, T might as well enjoy it.
Reaching up with her two feet she began a gentle massage on his giant cock. Hawk turned, and lowering his head, licked her twice on her open pussy. His rough tongue a delicious convulsion. Then he moved away.
"Damn it! No! Come back. Back here, Hawk!" The rock almost fit now. She looked around frantically for a longer and thinner one. Maybe if she stuffed her cunt with oats Hawk would lick them out.
Perhaps the water. There might be something in the sea. Or the sea would cool her off. She lay full length in the shallow surf and rolled with the receding waves towards the sea until she brushed a log, big as herself, nudged in by the moving water.
Warm from the sun and smooth as skin, she let it settle between her thighs and opened her arms. The underside was cool, and she slid over on to the top, the exposed surface. Hot against her belly. Then, when she tried to clasp it with her thighs and balance on it, it seemed to sink away and more against her. Foolishness! Better saddle Hawk and return.
The warmth burned into her nipples and spread down to her belly. How, suddenly, did the log seem warmer? It must be her. Hot pants for driftwood. As long as it is smooth and hot. A little ridge right where it counts the most. One slow ripple of the ass, up a bit, down a bit, and lips of curly pussy spread just enough to cover the smooth ridge. Exquisite little clitoris make a little wet trail for yourself on the beautiful grain. Two more ups and downs, backs and forths; don't stop! Sun burning on white jelly ass. Who cares about sunburn? Slide down all the way so exquisite button is dragged along the ridge, swollen up now and bent up like a tiny hard penis; open crack in a wide invitation and the old hot sun burning her bare secrets. Co ahead, get burned there! The dark ruby asshole will peel with a wonderful itch. Have to rub cool ointment inside and outside and all around. Bend the knees more and widen so the sun can thrust in every stretched inch. Aah! If only some man should casual by, and covering his immense rigid with stinging jellyfish, thrust it in-in-in so she screamed in sweet agony.
Her mouth found a thin nub of a branch. Worn by countless tides, the end of a swollen knob, it seemed to jump under the passion of her teeth. What difference who got it? Ft was a silly thing anyway. Ragged, too, as Ygor had said. And turning around she lowered herself gently on the broken branch. Sweat in her eyes blurring her slitted vision of the log. Now a hard lover. Now the smooth knob penetrating easily. I did it! I did it! It must be gone now. Lost my only ragged cherry to an old smooth log. Ooh, but it feels good. Who cares? Amos muffed his chance. Twice!
Voluptuous movements of the hips thrust it in all the way. Is that all? Spreading a bit more she found enough to reach a delight that forced her lips over the wet surface in a kiss. She tasted her pussy wet from before she turned. Now it smelled like a sweaty man. Oh, hot sun, please fry my tight little asshole. I want to lay outspread on my tummy while some strong man murmurs softly and soothes the hot with oil of the olive, And then unable to control myself, liquid, unable to fight him off, take me quickly with his frightful big cock. Where is Hawk? This little branch feels like a pencil.
Raising herself on her hands she pressed down. There was more! Filling her up as she dreamed. It will tear me open. It must be another more generous branch.
It was too delicious to stop, but she deliberately slowed and narrowed the motion of her hips. Now it was too late to stop. Maybe just like a man. Tearing! Tearing so nicely.
She tried to raise her legs up the side so it would not sink so deeply, but her movement unbalanced the log. They rolled over. The log on top of her.
The weight bore down burying the long thick branch in her liquid cunt, and with a scream of delight, she began to come, and drown.
Muttering complaints over Zuleika's absence, Ilona clouded Maralyn's eyes, and what was necessary to protect her. When Hawk made a movement towards her she quickly returned to the sea.
There was no log. Maralyn lay nude in the shallows. She was conscious of the warm sea water lapping against her relaxed thighs, and searching in her pussy.
She had come though. That was wild! Thanks that there was no log, or pussy would have been torn to a great sea-gulping grotto. Must have dreamt it.
Hawk a few yards away. Watching. Watching her? How come his cock was so big? It convulsed, slapping his belly, and then it relaxed, and he looked away.
Seahorse, a little merman, put your cute nose in my secret, and grow to fill me. God! I'm still hot.
She pushed herself into a sitting position. Holes in the washing sand like smoothing handprints. Could there have been someone? Her own thrashing surely!
Drifting into fantasy again. The fantasy of a warm cold log and a lovely branch with a big knobby end filling her open belly with delicious hot juices.
I want a real honest-to-God fuck!
A little blood coloring the sea? Pussy ripped a bit at the edges. My God! I could get my whole hand in it. Must have been that stupid smooth stone. Have to be gentle with the poor thing. Haven't even had a man and pussy is ready for a horse.
Over on her stomach in the shallow water Maralyn spread her legs so she felt the sun on her burned asshole. She reached down impulsively with both hands, and scooping up some wet sand, splashed it into her cunt. Got to fill it with something. Like a seal entering the water she convulsed on her knees and elbows, moving rapidly into deeper water. Vibrate ass! Shake so I feel it tug on my tits and spread the torn lips of my wet pussy. Follow me, Hawk. Lay me, or lick me. What happened to my demon lover log? She sat up and looked down the beach. There you are. How did you get way over there? Or how did I get way over here?
She half-swam half-scrambled to the log and burlesquing the joy in the return of a long-lost lover, clutched her heart with a long melodramatic sigh, and gave her log a passionate kiss.
She rinsed her mouth in the sea. Love log, you still taste of wet pussy. Must wash you off, and me, too. Must splash the sand out first. No one wants a sand-filled pussy.
A sudden wave picked up the log and rolled it over on top of her, the side branches embracing her, trapping her. She laughed, and tried to push it off, but another wave buried the side branches, and the log settled down, pinning her. A wave searched in her crack, and she giggled again as some of the water got inside, and seemed to slosh around with a loud noise. Just her imagination! After all, she was not that big. Or maybe she was now, after being penetrated by delightful knobby log. The water was cooling it off. She tried to reach down to play with herself, but found her hand was entangled in the branches. She braced her feet and thrust up. She could just touch the end of the knob but then her feet kept slipping. Was there no way to get real satisfaction? Was she to be trapped here until the tide washed her in, or out?
Hawk, get me out from under this nutty log.
He was a short way down the beach. He looked at her once, and then turned to stare out to the sea, as though searching for something. I'm waiting for anyone. Hawk, I Want to get laid. What arc you going to do about it? So ignore me. So watch the sea for your lost beloved.
Another cold wave broke as it reached her pussy and loosed a cold bubbling froth over her belly. It will take more than cold water to cool it off. She struggled again to free her hands and finally succeeded. She reached down. If no one wants me I'll just have to take care of myself. She had both hands on her pussy. She rubbed herself gently, making room each time a wave searched.
"Zuleika, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch!" Ilona tried to control her voice. "Where have you been? What have you been doing? How come you have such a smug look?" She fluttered around a bit more, and then drew Zuleika towards the surface. "Look! Look! I have her. I have Maralyn trapped under a log. Quickly! Quickly! Before she escapes on that strange animal we must do whatever we have to do. Quickly, Zuleika . .
Zuleika held Ilona until she ceased her frantic struggling and then gave her a kiss. She mouthed her until Ilona forgot her panic and began to respond. When she felt long fingers searching in her rump, Zuleika pinned Ilona to the bottom and sat on her belly. "My darling baby is such an uneducated nut. Your knowledge of humans is equal to your ability to cast dreams. There is no rush now. She will not go anywhere. And what's all this about strange animals? Do you mean the horse?"
"Yes! Yes! I have never seen one before. Such a big funny thing on four legs. Is that his sexual appendage in the middle?"
"Yes."
"It's oedematous and rhipidated."
projected an ellipsoid bubble. It affixed itself to Ilona's nose for a second, giving her a ridiculous profile. "You are shook up, speaking words like that. You mean, briefly, that he has an erection?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"In a manner of speaking. Anyway, he feels your presence, and the overflow from whatever you've been doing to Maralyn."
"Oh, Zuleika, Zuleika. I must play with him. I must! I've never touched an animal. May I? May I?"
"If you wish. Maralyn can wait. A nap will do her good." Zuleika slid back so she was sitting across Ilona's tail. She reached into her crotch and changed a few things. "For him you'll have to be the female."
"I know. I know."
"So we'll have to tuck this big frightening thing out of the way."
"Flattery will get you somewhere." Ilona stretched out and clawed at the sand. "You're playing now. Doing more than necessary."
"Just warming you up, you delicious cunt."
"Such language! If you keep that up I won't want a horse."
"I'll horse you."
"Do it. Please?"
"There! Now you're all set." Zuleika leaned forward and sucked on her clitoris until she started thrashing wildly. "There! Now you're hot as a geyser. Go fuck a horse."
Her head was still tossing back and forth. "That feels so good. I'd rather have you. Please, Zuleika, give it to me. Prong me deeply."
"Not a chance." Zuleika pried Ilona's hands out of her crotch, pinned them behind her back, and aimed her towards Hawk. "You've cot to do these things eorrect-Iv. I want to see how you have your first horse, and then von can play the male for Maralyn."
"I want him on his back."
"It's not a natural position for him. But for you he'll do it."
' "That wav I can lie on his belly, facing his cock, slide up and down, control everything, and play with his big loaded testicles."
"my! We are hot today, aren't we?" Zuleika played with her cunt. "And wet and soft as a jellyfish. But you'll have to keep him in shallow water, otherwise his nose will be under water."
Hawk whinnied one complaint and then lay down. He stretched his legs, splashing a bit, and then struggled to roll over to his back. He was totally unsuccessful until Ilona helped him. When he was in position he shook his head a few times, clearing the sand and water from the side of his head. Then he stiffened and breathed noisily and deeply.
Ilona played with his cock, pulling the loose flesh up and down, and with her free hand, examined his balls. "It's delightful, Zuleika, and of a fair size."
"Be cautious how you touch the sensitive tip. He might ejaculate."
"I know! I know! Have I not practiced on all the creatures of the deep?"
"But this is a land animal and the pressures are different." Hawk's tail flicked up and Zuleika made it stretch straight out in the water.
"When's he thrust into me make his tail do something nice." She began to tire of teasing him. "Is that as large as he gets?"
"Unfortunately."
"It will do." She slid along his belly, arched up on her tail, and began to insert his cock. "Are they any larger land animals?"
"Elephants; with cocks many times the size."
Ilona had about half of Hawk, and she rose up a bit to swivel around, savoring, garnering. "The bare tip is extremely hot and most delightful."
"If he ejaculates you'll lose everything. All they think of is impregnation."
"I know! Now I have complete control. He'll ejaculate when I'm ready. And not before." She sank down another five inches and arched as she felt the first exquisite responses. "You must get me an elephant some day."
"No trouble at all. An afternoon's travel halfway around the planet."
"Zuleika, you old sex fiend, did you ever have an elephant?"
"One day, when I was particularly restless and bored, I had two, a male and a female."
"I might have known. There's nothing you haven't done." Ilona rose up again and then came down with all her weight. "It's in all the way. Truly a different sensation with so little pressure. Now I can reach his testicles." She cupped one in each hand and pressuring gently caused Hawk's cock to jump inside her.
Zuleika made Hawk's wet tail whip across Ilona's breasts. "How is it?"
"Totally refreshing. Playing with his testicles makes his cock jump at a delightful rate. Now I will make him come but not come, make the hot tip engorge and relax. I think that will reach me." She bore down on him. "Ooh, Zuleika, he's a throbbing Saint Elmo every time I squeeze his fucking balls."
"Fucking balls," repeated Zuleika, in a shocked tone. "Such gutter language. Where do you ever hear such things? I'm surprised! Surprised!"
"Shit!" said Ilona with finality. She had his balls flush against her cunt and alternately pressed them against her clit. "He's throbbed his burning tip up another inch, and I've moved my jigger down to suck on it. Ooh, Zuleika, this horse thing has an exquisite joint of gristle." Zuleika pulled at a nipple. "You'd better let him come soon, before he explodes. He's blowing and snorting like a floundered whale."
"Not a chance! It's too delightful. It must be prolonged." She spread just a trifle more and managed to mouth one of his testicles well within the entrance of her cunt. "Someday ... someday...."
"Yes?"
"Someday may I fuck a floundered whale?"
"You bitch!" Zuleika sucked on her other nipple. "But only if he's about to perish."
"It sounds like screaming decadence."
"It is! Particularly in the last few seconds."
"I knew you'd know all about it." Ilona made the lips of her cunt suck at Hawk's other testicle. "He loves that. He's aching to toss his fuck. Now that hot fucking tip of his is pulsating like a mad balloon."
"Don't hurt him.
"Oh, Zuleika, would I?"
"If you prolong it too much."
"Then suck me, Zuleika, suck me! Damn it all, suck my little knob. Quickly! I'm almost there."
"You little bitch," she said lovingly. She knelt and took her clit in her mouth. "Let me insert his balls for you. You arch back and spend." After using her tongue for a few moments Zuleika began to bite with her upper lip and lower teeth. Ilona groaned. "If you promise not to convulse them off I'll slide both his balls into your cunt."
She groaned again. "I promise! I promise! Do it. I'll promise anything. And don't stop with the teeth bit."
Zuleika worked them in. "Now straighten up just a bit and you'll get another three inches."
She noisily filled and exhausted her lungs with the ecstasy. "Ooh, Zuleika, he's in my jigger. I've covered his hot tip. I must come now. I must!"
"Don't hurt him."
"I'll be careful. Instead of the shuddering convulsive spend I'll give him the prolonged milking. Now that they're in my cunt, I'll squeeze his balls dry. That much he owes me." She reached down to hold Zuleika's head in position. "Lick me again. Lick my clit with that sandpaper tongue of yours, you lucky asshole. When Hawk and T start to come, stick your tongue in with his balls, and we'll fill your cunt-lapping mouth with goodies. You bitch! Ooh, Zuleika, you fuck-hungry snatch." Ilona gave a long contented sigh. "That triggers it, fuck head. Suck Zuleika. Stick your big fuzzy tongue in and wiggle it."
Ilona bore down and with the gentlest of internal motions milked Hawk's cock, sucked on the entire tip, and with Zuleika's help, caressingly emptied his balls. It took a long time. She made an endless moaning sound, thrashed at Zuleika's head, and slapped her tail on Hawk's belly, as she rode up and down with the voluptuous waves. Finally they subsided, and she drew Zuleika up for a long kiss. "Zuleika, darling, that was a good fuck."
"The first animal usually is, mouth of foul tongue."
"Sorry! But you know how I get carried away sometimes." Ilona sighed and moved slightly, still filled, toying with the idea of clamping down on Hawk, and making him hard again. "An elephant must be too much."
"You don' have to worry about hurting them."
Her eyes brightened. "You mean you can let go."
"Completely! The only land animal strong enough." Zuleika managed to extract Hawk's testicles.
"I'd love that." Her face was flushed and she looked dreamily into the distance.
"Never mind that now, baby sex fiend. We've got to get you two separated."
"I like Hawk right where he is. He may not have a drop in him, but he's trying to get it up again."
"He is?" Zuleika had been massaging his balls back into shape, and she looked up, surprised.
"Definitely!"
"Then you've hurt him."
"It's not too bad. It's not physical but psychological. He'll never be happy with normal intercourse again."
"Oh, no! I am sorry."
"Poor Hawk." Ilona raised herself off him more rapidly then she intended. The sudden friction aroused him, and he stretched his legs, and tried to reach for her. She patted his testicles. "Poor baby! I didn't mean to hurt you." She sighed as his still erect tip began to slide out. "Triton, but that's delicious." She stroked his cock in an effort to make it relax. It had the opposite effect. "But he's empty! I know his balls and all are empty."
Zuleika laughed. She thumbed the end of his cock. "That's where you've hurt him. You've aroused him above the physical level where he's always functioned. Now he wants a psychological fuck."
"You're kidding me." Ilona sat back on his belly. She splashed her tail in the water and scratched her pussy.
"You know I'm telling the truth." Zuleika moved forward and pressed herself against his shrunken testicles. She hefted his semi-hard cock and waved it at Ilona. "This yard of gristle won't go down until you do something about it."
"Delightful!" Ilona arched her tail into the air and slid her cunt back and forth on Hawk's belly. "What should I do for him?" Her eyes were heavy with lust, and she looked at his cock with a devilish grin. She re pcated with a feigned tone of innocence: "What should I do for him?"
"One guess!" Zuleika's cunt had sucked up Hawk's testicles but Ilona did not notice. She continued to stroke his cock until he hardened and the red tip swelled.
"You're doing it to him." Ilona touched the tip, licked her lips, and leaned forward a bit.
"Only helping you."
"I might kill him."
"He's filling fast."
Ilona's eyes began to glaze. "You know me well, you fuck-crazy snatch." She leaned forward further and slid back until her pussy was just over his head. "Sometimes you're nothing but a beady-eyed, chop-licking voyeur." She began to tongue the end of his cock. "You know how I love to suck." Her lips slid down and up. "I know you. You'll make his big pebbly tongue rasp the hood off my clit."
Zuleika giggled as Hawk did just that. "How did you ever guess?"
Ilona began to thrash. She was unable to reply, and tried to concentrate on sucking Hawk's swollen organ. It did not take long. He had one shuddering orgasm, loosed a few fresh drops, and began to shrink quickly.
Zuleika kept Hawk's tongue going until Ilona screamed for mercy. She finally fell forward on Hawk's belly, exhausted, drained, but searching for Zuleika's clitoris. She found her cunt stuffed with Hawk's balls and sat up. "You insatiable! I might have known." She pushed Zuleika back, stretching Hawk's balls for a moment, until they popped out, thrusting her into the sea. "You've been getting kicks while I do all the work."
Hawk rolled over on his side, watched them curiously for a while, and then found his feet and wobbled up the beach.
Zuleika floundered on her back for a second and Ilona dove to pin her down. She was too late. Zuleika, giggling, scrambled aside, and raced for deeper water, Ilona close behind. They came face to face with Mr. Coelacanth. Zuleika put her hands on her hips. "What are you doing here? There's something bout the sight of you that really bugs me."
He tried to fall back on his dignity but it only gave him an appearance of simply falling. "The Anal Oriented is beside himself."
"A good place for him."
"He was minding his own business, alternately sucking on an absinth, and a Jailbait, when he was suddenly enveloped in a woman's dress."
"Ah so!" said Ilona. She said it again when Zuleika flushed and tried to look aside. "So just what went on when you went to check the hole in the roof?"
"The last I saw of him, His Wang Dang was muttering that he should never have sent a couple of fuck-ups on such an important mission." Mr. Coelacanth rustled his scales with importance. "He asked me to remind you that you were sent here not to fuck, but to unfuck."
"Of course," continued Ilona. "It was Hortense. That's who. Zuleika, you bitch, you got yourself a fat piece of ass without sharing it with me."
Zuleika tried to ignore her. She roared at Mr. Coelacanth: "All right already! So you said your bit. Now get out of here. Go chase a shark, or something." She made a threatening gesture.
Mr. Coelacanth swam backwards a few feet, which made a mess of his scales, tried to think of some biting retort, and then thin-lipped with frustration, turned and sped away.
"While I'm doing all the work," continued Ilona, "you're out having a ball." Her annoyance subsided quickly. "How was she?"
"Delicious!" Zuleika licked her lips at the memory. "We worked our way up to my eighteen-inch cock before she gave up. I let her play with a bigger one while I tongued her cunt and asshole. In no time at all she was babbling like an idiot; biting, chewing, licking, sucking. She found that by stretching her mouth to the utmost she could just get the head of my cock to pop in and out across her teeth like a tennis ball. It drove us both into a frenzy. You never heard such echoes in that crazy grotto."
"All right, you bitch." Ilona ran a finger in and out of Zuleika's mouth. "You owe me one. As soon as we get back, you owe me a dozen. In any position I can think of."
"I'm so frightened." Her eyes twinkled. "Tell you what: to make up for it a little, you can have Maralyn all to yourself."
"May I? May I?" In her excitement Ilona forgot that Maralyn was her responsibility.
Zuleika helped Ilona remove the log. "There now! All for you! Awaken her gently." She watched Ilona's gentle approach.
Maralyn arched at the strange penetration and came instantly. In a moment she came again. She tried to say: is that you, Amos? She found she could not open her eyes, but did not care.
Ilona linked her thoughts with Zuleika. "She is altogether beautiful but, by Triton, so fragile and delicate. How do they survive?"
"They don't."
Ilona quivered. "I'm so afraid I'll hurt her."
"Fear not, my darling baby." Zuleika came close enough to place a reassuring hand on Ilona's back. "Have I not taught you to pleasure even a jellyfish?"
Ilona led Maralyn up a long path. "She deserves all I can give her."
Zuleika licked her lips. "The temperature will be right when her little cunt suddenly become so exceedingly soft and wet, and she raises her tiny thighs in complete abandon."
"I know! I know! I have her filled as much as she wants, and I'm poised at her secret entrance whenever she's ready."
Maralyn was still unable to open her eyes. The incredible delight made her let out a low moan. Close to she knew not what, she carefully rinsed her hot hands in the cool sea, and tenderly caressed whatever held her. As she began a long series of liquid convulsions, she knew it was not the log or a passing stranger that held her, but rather something extraordinarily delicious. She could not speak, so she raised her head to give Ilona a long open kiss. Then she lay back and let herself go.
Ilona touched the distorted face beneath her. "Poor fragile child. Such an agony of ecstasy I give you. Now I must give you a little bit more. Bite on me if you so desire."
There was a flash of lightning near the castle and moments later the distant rumble of thunder. Zuleika slapped her hand to her mouth in a gesture of complete consternation. She thought of the grotto and Hortense. Then there had been a flash of lightning. Could it mean ... she started to give her thoughts to Ilona but it was too late.
Ilona invaded Maralyn's womb and loosed some precious drops. "I did it! I did it!" Ilona petted Maralyn's face until she began to quiet. "See, Zuleika! I did it! Just as you taught me."
Zuleika let her hand fall off Ilona's back, and she caressed Maralyn's still quivering inner thigh. "The Imperial Twat will be overjoyed."
"I catch a note of sarcasm."
"The Constant Hysterectomy will be overjoyed to learn that you did it backwards."
"Backwards?"
"You were supposed to unpregnant her, not slam another load in."
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Ilona did it backwards."
"You mean . .
"I didn't mean it, I just...."
"You mean...."
"I mean...."
"You mean ...?"
"Yes, Rector of Rectums, I did it backwards and now Maralyn is going to...."
"You mean . .-"I mean...."
"Will you cut out that I-mean You-mean business and get to the point."
"I mean...."
"Yes?"
"Maralyn is not only pregnant...."
"Yes! Yes!"
"She's now going to have amphibian twins."
"I can't stand it."
"Try sitting down, Centurion of Cuntjuice."
"There's more?"
"It's my turn to sing like a fink, Commodore of Keelhauled Cock."
"What?"
"Zuleika shot off her mouth, now it's my turn." Ilona stuck out her tongue and Zuleika licked her lips and reached for it
"Cool it, you fuck-happy handmaidens." Triton held
, himself upright by grabbing a tit on each side. "Gassy balustrade! You were saying, Ilona...."
"Zuleika got her twelve-and eighteen-inch cocks into Hortense?"
"Hortense?"
"Well it made her a little nervous but she wasn't exactly tense."
"What?"
"It made her a little nervous ..
"Please! Don't repeat it."
"I'm sorry, Patriarch of Sagging Nuts, she offered such a big delightful piece of ass I just had to put the blocks to her."
"Such language you kids use. Where do you ever pick it up?"
"Scouring the seven seas for absinth, Your-"
He flipped the bottle over his shoulder. "Speaking of absinth, I think I could use another one."
Ilona shouted: "Absinth for the Suzerain of Suck." The force of her voice enveloped him in a cloud of bubbles.
He swatted at them as though fighting a swarm of flies. "Do I have to go through all this again? Sobering bubbles! The last case of absinth in the deepest cave under (A). How come (Z) isn't in the deepest cave instead of (A)?"
"I'm right here, Czar of Yoni," said Zuleika. "You ' wouldn't want me in the deepest cave now would you? Would you? When you could have me right here?" She wriggled her tits in his face.
Jailbait took up the call from the archway. "Absinth for the Pasha of Gasha."
Triton shook his head to clear it. He searched in back of him and found a bottle with a little absinth in it and sucked greedily. "Someone's got to clean up this mess."
"Everybody's out scouring the seven seas, your Venerable Veneris, to . .
"I know! I know! Don't keep reminding me." His head finally cleared. "You were saying that you had a Hortense."
"She was just nervous ... not really tense."
"Shut up, Ilona, with your stupid puns." Triton stuck a couple of fingers in her cunt. "That always shuts her up. Now, Zuleika, what's it all about?"
"I saw this nice big piece of human snatch just walking around with nothing between her legs but a cute tuft of jet-black pussy hair, so I shagged the shit out of her; I gave her a yard of gang-bang all on my own."
"Wonderful! But do we need a course in the King's English around here-too much cavorting with the sailors of the seven seas and all that." Triton pulled out Ilona's smallest cock and masturbated it a bit while she squirmed open-mouthed and speechless. Finally, just before she came, he let her go. "So speak now, what were you mumbling about?"
Zuleika stuck out her tongue. "Ilona, you're a fink."
"But he must know. The Sachem of Sodom must know. He'll only find out any way. See here he comes now." Ilona waved Mr. Coelacanth away. "Here comes blubbermouth. Talking to whales again, eh?"
Triton began to cry. "So what is it? What's it all about? Where's my absinth?"
"Absinth for The Fallen Cock!" Zuleika enveloped him in another cloud of bubbles.
Triton began to blubber. "No one tells me anything. Here I am, the Emperor of the Thousand Positions, His Majesty of The Long Tongue, Monarch of Mons Veneris, and I can't even get a bottle of absinth or find out the time of day."
"It's six past nine, Your Imperial..
"What?"
"It's six past nine, Your . .
"What do I care what. .
Zuleika shook her watch. "I have nine past six, but you know how these underwater watches are. It says right on it, good to a thousand feet, and it's got bubbles in it."
"What wreck did you pick it up on?" Ilona squinted to wind her watch.
"The third north of southeast, latitude, eh...." Zuleika scratched her head. "West of northwest, longitude, eh ... well, you know, it's that big fucking one just over the hill."
"That was at five thousand feet."
"Oh! I see what you mean."
Ilona flitted her eyelashes and tried to look coy. "I got mine at sixty-nine feet fraternizing with a skin-diver."
"The hell you did," said Zuleika. "You never saw a man until you ran into Amos."
Triton shook them both by the tits. "Now somebody talk before I lose my absinth ... I mean, my Imperial Obscenity Temper."
"Yes, sir!"
"O, yes, sir." Zuleika knelt down to suck his cock.
"Ah! That's better."
"Jailbait, you'd better watch the starboard side. He may tilt."
"Not if Zuleika has a good grip on his cock. But I'll do my best."
"Ah! That feels good, Zuleika. There's nothing, ah, nothing, like an expert cocksucker and Zuleika is one of the finest in the herd. What were we talking about."
Ilona waved Mr. Coelacanth aside. "About a Hortense."
"Fink!" mumbled Zuleika.
"Do that again," said Triton. "Say 'fink' a few times, and pull my balls."
"Fink! Fink! Fink! Ilona is a fink-fink-fink."
"Fantastic! I may get it up after all these months. You were saying, Ilona, that Zuleika made a whore tense?"
"No, Your Swollen Asshole-but aren't you glad we got rid of that lousy pun? It's about Hortense, the professor's wife."
"Fink!"
"Zuleika slammed a fat one into her."
"So?"
"A couple of them."
"So?"
"She loved it."
"So good!"
"But the radiations were on."
"So?"
"And there was dunder und blitzen as usual."
"Oh, no!" Triton tried to get up and collapsed. He spread his legs to give Zuleika more room.
"Fink! Fink! Fink!"
"Another set of twins."
"Oh, no!"
"Females to match Maralyn's set of males."
"Four amphibians all primed to make more amphibians-where will it all end? We'll be up to our ass in them in no time." Triton sank back in his throne. Zuleika was just enough diversion, and he spread his legs a bit farther.
"Fink-fink-fink!"
"It's enough to give me a hardon."
"My soul," said Ilona. "I do think it is giving you a hardon. Is that all you, Your Sultan of Fucking Cock?" Triton groaned: "We'll have to fight back. If we can't fight them, we'll have to join 'em. Fight fire with fire; amphibians with amphibians."
"Fink! Fink! Fink!"
Ilona waved Mr. Coelacanth away. "We won't need you anymore, the catfish is out of the lobster trap." She reached down to touch his cock gingerly. "Is that all you. Your Impossible Wang? You're getting a real rail-on, Triton," she had an accusing tone, "after all these months."
He ignored her, deep in his own thoughts. "Fight amphibians with amphibians-how do we go about that? Of course, me, Triton the Immoral, Author of the Divine Rod, I'm the only one that can do it. Got to get rid of this tail. Too much tail around here, heh, heh, heh!" He began to giggle. "Just have to stay sober long enough to get rid of this tail."
Jailbait swam up and bowed. "Absinth, for his . .
"You're first," roared Triton. He took a swig out of the bottle, grabbed Jailbait and pushed Zuleika aside. He stroked his enormous cock a few times.
"Is that all you, Your ..."
"What are you going to do," quavered Jailbait, but with a gleam in her eye.
"I'm gonna fuck ya, kiddo. I'm Triton, The Ever-hard, and I fuck anything I want." He pulled her close, pulled the lips of her immature cunt out far enough to insert the head of his cock, slid her cute little mermaid tail under his throne, and thrust in.
She squealed only once and that was more like a sound of childish glee.
"Line up all the jailbait. Everyone of them is going to have triplets-triplet amphibians."
"But I don't want to have a horrible monster of an amphibian." Jailbait struggled to get free. "I want to have a mermaid baby just like my daddy-mommy, or my mommy-daddy, whichever he-she was."
Triton held her firmly and fucked at a slow luxurious pace. "But my dear. My darling, Jailbait, do you know what an amphibian looks like?" He took a long draw on his bottle. He turned to Zuleika. "Do you think you could go down to the archway and just whisper that His Permanent Erection would like another absinth?"
"Of course, Your Casual Orgasm, I can try. But who will watch starboard?"
"Fuck starboard," he roared. "On your way!" The force of his voice loosed a cloud of bubbles that enveloped him for a moment. He wept. "I just can't win. Can't win! Ilona, swim up above me and place one of your delightful full enormous succulent tits on each side of my head. We'll have a port tit and a starboard tit." Jailbait was still crying but beginning to respond to her first fuck. "I don't want a monster. I don't want an amphib-"
"Now, my darling Jailbait, let me explain." Triton massaged her small cherry-nippled breasts until she quieted. When she softened and he had his cock in all the way he reached around and tickled her little rosebud. She giggled with delight. "You see, my dear," he continued in a kindly, fatherly tone, leaning his hoary head towards her sweet lips, ready to suck on her tongue with the first convulsion, Ilona's tits hanging incongruously over each shoulder, "an amphibian is simply a mermaid with legs."
"A mermaid with legs." Jailbait jumped up and down with delight. "A mermaid with legs-just like you, Your Dirty Old Man." She started to jump up and down again with childish glee but Triton grabbed her hips and rammed her down. He stood up, his legs spread, mighty muscles rippling, and slid her up and down the length of his cock a few times while Jailbait giggled nervously. Then, with a mighty roar he loosed his first fuck in six months. Jailbait's tail, curled between his legs, searched up his spine and then back to his ass where she convulsively slapped every drop out of him. "Triplets," he roared. "Triplets!" He sank back for a second, took a long drink, and then waved his hardening cock at the rapidly filling assembly hall. "Who's next?" He grabbed the next jailbait, found she was a bit below the legal limit, and threw her back. "I'll have her for dessert." The next one was just right. "Zuleika, you line them up for me and I'll mow them down. Amphibians, is it? Eh! Is that what they want? That's the way it is, eh? It's all right my little Jailbait, don't worry, it'll fit. I'll make it fit. Next! You're doing fine, Zuleika. And you too, Ilona, port and starboard tits-great idea. Don't cry my dear, it only hurts for a second. There now, did it? Next! Not in the asshole you silly child-you can't get pregnant that way. What's that? Whisper if you wish? His frantic Satyr will take time out to listen to his smallest subject. You'd like that? Hang around kid. Next! Zuleika, have the kid here, Asshappy, she will henceforth be known as, sit beside the throne and squeeze my balls. I don't think we have to tell her what to do with her thumb. Next patient! You're not too small and don't give Your Beloved Rape Artist an argument. There I told you it would fit. So it's stretched a little. If you think it's stretched now wait 'til you have triplets. Break out another absinth. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go. A Fucking Monarch's work is never done. Next! So what if it isn't hard enough to get it in-suck on it a bit. You down there with the balls, don't forget your thumb. Perhaps you're right Zuleika, I should rest on the seventh hour. How many did we knock up?"
"All of them, Your Endless Jazz."
"I know that, but was it twenty or thirty, or just what?"
"A Raging Cock never counts." Ilona licked her lips and looked at Zuleika. "May I take my tits off your shoulders now, Cuntface?"
"Yes. Yes." Triton rose from his throne and staggered a bit. He took a long draft out of his bottle. "I think it's time for a little beddy-bye. I'll just take little Asshappy to the Imperial Chambers with me and see you all at the next session. And oh yes, Zuleika, one last thing. Would you locate that cute little Jailbait that was just under the legal limit and have her bring me another absinth." He gave her a sodden wink. "And you two can have time off until the next high tide when I feel certain I'll be able to get it up again. Think amphibian!" He staggered out dragging Asshappy after him.
"All right," hissed Ilona. "Now you're going to get it, Zuleika. The same way you gave it to Hortense."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"The way I see it," said Ygor, surveying the sub cellar, "this will make a dandy new secret lab. Even Hortense won't know about it. Ha!" He began to mumble to himself. "A funny! Imagine trying to keep a secret from Hortense. And I can begin my experiments on-well, never mind what just yet." He pulled at one of the cardboard cases and it fell apart in his hands. A dozen bottles tumbled out. He managed to get one out of its insulation, and held it up to the light and shook it. "But we'll have to get rid of all this spoiled fluid, whatever it is."
"We could take it to the dump," said Amos, in a sad tone, thinking of the endless trips.
"Sure! But it would take forever." Ygor tried to push back his hair but it sprang up again. "It would be easier if we ran a string of lights down to the grotto and every day or so, tossed a case or two in. The way you described that shaft, if you throw each bottle out far enough it will head right down the shaft, out into the open, and down the second shaft to God knows where. It may take months but we'll finally get rid of it."
"Great idea," said Amos. "I'll get on it right away." There was a great booming crash. Louder and deeper than any sound ever made by the knocker. The entire castle vibrated. In the distance they could hear the sound racing through the halls, filling the cavernous rooms, echoing and bouncing, raising and lowering in pitch.
"It's heading this way." Amos and Ygor ran about aimlessly, searching vainly for a place to hide.
The sound funneled into the cellar above, found the entrance to the subcellar, and propelled Hortense and Maralyn down the stairs. They were slapped around by invisible hands, and then they could almost see the sound filter down the spiral staircase to dissipate itself in the echoing grotto.
Hortense held her ears. "Oi gevalt! Such a headache...."
"The portcullis," supplied Amos. "It finally let go."
"Gevalt!" Hortense began to lose her temper. "Now how do we get out? How already?"
"And my tank is on the edge of the beach." Amos had a silly grin. "I mean, after the mermaids-I left it on the beach. Otherwise I could swim out for a torch."
Triton was beside himself with joy. "Absinth!" he screamed. "Absinth! It's raining absinth. Cases of it." He sat Asshappy on the arm of his throne and opened two bottles at once. "All I need, right within reach. No more of that crazy screaming and yelling down in the storage caves. Zuleika...."
"Yes, Your Ragged Cherry."
"About that order to fix the hole in the roof...."
"I think I know."
"Right! Scratch it!"
"This bottle has a note, Your Quivering Prostate." Ilona brought it to him.
"'Dear Mermaids'," he read. " 'Please come back to the grotto and play with us. We'd both like to try your eighteen-inch cocks.' It's signed: 'Hortense and Maralyn.' And then there's a postscript. 'Incidentally, we're trapped in here, the portcullis fell down. Please bring ... tank so he can swim out for help.' " Triton rose to his feet, tumbling Asshappy off the arm of his throne. He made an imperious gesture. "Zuleika! Ilona! Be off-at once. Give them anything they want."
Zuleika's mouth dropped open. "Since when, Your Major Labia. Since when are we supposed to consort with humans?"
Triton fell back in his throne, grabbed an absinth as it floated by, and began a silly chuckle. He bounced something invisible up and down on his knee, and gave it a loving look. "If I ever want to know my grandchildren we'll just have to be friends."