Diapaxia pulled back and, sitting up, looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them and looked up at him.
She tilted her head towards him and licked her lips.
He understood. He slid closer and let her take his cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked it into her mouth. He couldn’t help himself. He thrust into her, into her throat.
Her eyes rolled up and closed as her husband and her new lover pleasured her. Faster and faster, the two men thrust into her. Their actions changed from gentle lovemaking to uncontrolled animal fucking. Vyllia moaned as her body was wracked by wave after wave of orgasm. She bucked and twitched and shuddered uncontrollably. In spite of the cool breeze from the open windows, the three of them broke out in a feverish sweat.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper they both thrust into her. Then Trontarow tensed and finally exploded. A vast amount of semen squirted deep into her vagina as he continued to thrust into her over and over. It triggered another orgasm in her and her throat swallowed the Athenian’s cock. That was all it took. He exploded, too, deep into her throat.
She almost choked, but she was well trained. She knew her husband enjoyed oral lovemaking, and his cock was bigger and more massive than the young Athenian’s. She had practiced until she became an expert. She sucked and swallowed him whole. The three of them rocked against each other as they all climaxed together as one.
Then, as they gradually slowed, their bodies began to relax. The two cocks lost their stiffness and the men withdrew them from inside her.
They collapsed onto each other. The breeze cooled them. Vyllia pulled them to her and cradled their heads on her breasts. “Thank you, Trontarow, my love,” she said, “thank you. You, too, my noble Athenian.”
Diapaxia thought he was going to enjoy living in Atlantis. He might even want to stay here forever. He said a little prayer to Athena, then another one of thanks to Poseidon. My God what a beautiful, passionate woman. And Trontarow wanted to share her with him. The Gods must be smiling on him.
THE WHIP FESTIVAL
Jackie Rose
“I believe we are sailing past Atlantis right now,” the captain told them.
Hearing that name, Merilee Jenkins sighed in dismay. The lifeboat drill had been bad enough under the tropical summer sun. Now the captain was setting her uncle off on his favorite topic…his obsession, in fact. Who knew how long they’d have to stand here? Sure enough, when the captain asked if there were any questions, her uncle eagerly waved his hand. He did not even seem to notice the other passengers’ dirty looks.
“If it is here, why has no one ever seen it?” Uncle Hubert inquired.
“Perhaps the Atlanteans do not want us to,” the captain answered, with a shrug. “But if you look really hard, you may catch a glimpse.”
Not surprisingly, her uncle was the only one who peered out over the sparkling blue horizon. The others just went from one foot to the other, in obvious frustration.
Merilee herself was among them. She knew that that sun must be making her straight brown hair hang down beside her long, pale face, while adding even more freckles to her cheeks. Uncle Hubert’s skin was almost as delicate as her own beneath his wild white mane, but he didn’t seem to notice the heat. “I don’t want to interrupt this conversation,” she felt forced to say at last. “But no one can leave until you let us go, Captain.”
“Oh, of course!” Captain Torkelson exclaimed. “You are certainly all dismissed!”
As they were standing in line for the elevators, most of their fellow passengers were already pulling off their life jackets. Merilee’s uncle stopped her with a touch of his thin hand.
“Please leave that on for a moment,” he said. “I want you to show me how to remove it back in my cabin. I am afraid I am no longer learning things as easily as I once did.”
“Of course I will help you,” she answered gently. As soon as they were safe in his air-cooled cabin, she decided that he really was a sweet old man. He had been her only relative since her parents died in that car crash, and now he was taking her on this cruise. On her own office manager’s salary, she could hardly have afforded to pay for it herself. Even with his pension as a retired history professor, it must have cut into his savings.
As soon as they closed the door behind them, she started fumbling with the Velcro straps. “It really is harder than it looks,” she said. “But I agree we should get in some practice, taking the jackets off and putting them on.”
“Can we go out to the balcony?” he asked. “It seems a shame to waste the view.”
With a sigh, she obeyed him. As soon as she had shed that life vest, she could join everyone else in the dining room where she might even meet a single young man. At age twenty-eight, that was no longer an easy task. “If you can just wait a moment,” she said, as she started to remove the straps.
“Of course,” he answered.
Then, with a strength that amazed her, he threw her over the railing. Before she could fully grasp what he had done, he jumped over after her. “But why?” she gasped, bobbing up and down in the warm salt water. “Did you want to be a hero by rescuing me?”
“Not at all,” he assured. “I believe someone else will soon save us both. Or you, at any rate, and that will answer my question. I will be able to die satisfied, knowing that my lifelong quest is done.”
“Your quest for Atlantis!” she cried. “You think we will find it now. More likely the sharks will find us first.”
“I doubt that very much. I believe the Atlanteans have killed them all.”
“Oh, my God!” she wailed. “You think someone from Atlantis will come out here and save us.”
“If I am not very much mistaken, he is doing so right now.”
Managing to turn in the water, she saw that he was right. Someone was indeed rowing a small boat towards them. From the swift sure way he pulled the oars she could tell he was a very powerful man. He proved it once again, when he came up beside them and pulled them into the boat…first herself, then Uncle Hubert after her.
Since the stranger was wearing nothing more than white linen swimming trunks, she saw that his broad, tanned chest was just as impressive as his muscular arms. He was a very handsome fellow, too, she noticed, as she stared up at him while stammering out her thanks. The sun had bronzed his square face with its high, wide forehead and jutting chin. His red-gold hair tumbled over his startling blue eyes, which were staring at her in confusion.
“I don’t think he knows what you are saying,” Uncle Hubert pointed out.
Grasping his hands, she saw that they, too, were broad, square and strong. “Thank you, thank you!” she exclaimed, as she shook them. He answered in the most beautiful language she had ever heard, with the sound of water falling over rocks.
“So that is what they speak in Atlantis,” Uncle Hubert happily exclaimed.
“Atlantis?” She sighed in annoyance as he uttered that fatal name. Of course, he would say that…he had almost gotten them both drowned in searching for that imaginary island. Now he only cared whether they had found it. To her surprise, her rescuer nodded happily.
“Atlantis!” he replied. “Atlantis!”
* * * *
“All right, so Atlantis does exist,” she admitted, as she dried her hair vigorously on a rough linen towel, matching the one she had wrapped around her. “Was it worth getting us both half killed to find it? And how will we ever get off it now?”
“Never, I expect,” he answered cheerfully. “After all the trouble they have taken to make it seem like one more tropical island…and a very uninviting one at that…I doubt they will free us to tell the world about it.”
Now she turned on him angrily, making no effort to hide her disgust. “So we will spend the rest of our lives in this cabin, staring at these log walls around us and that fire in the middle of the room, wearing these rough towels and just hoping someone replaces the bread, wine, cheese and berries we found in the cupboard.” Her
voice rose in fury as she went on, “You have satisfied your curiosity and you sacrificed me to do it. That’s why you brought me on that cruise in the first place.”
“Actually, I have only proven the first half of my theory, that Atlantis exists,” he assured her, from beneath the rough wool blanket he wore. “I can only hope to prove the second part soon. It is true I brought you here to play a vital part in my experiment, but I do not believe you will regard it as a sacrifice at all,” he went on, just as calmly. “Not for long, anyway. If my theory is entirely correct, then our handsome young rescuer should be bursting in here at any moment to claim you.”
“What?” she demanded, dropping the towel in her hands on the packed earth floor. “Do you mean he will rape me?” For a moment, she imagined herself struggling vainly in his muscular arms. Angrily, she pushed away the thrill of desire that picture brought her.
“Not at all,” Uncle Hubert assured. “He will make you his wife. If I am right about Atlantis, that is.”
For a long moment, she could only stare at him. “You really are insane,” she finally managed to say.
He opened his mouth to answer, but shut it quickly when the wooden door crashed down.
Their rescuer was standing behind it, grinning. As he came towards her, she could smell his sweat mingled with the leather of his short skirt and breastplate. She watched with awe as he untied the straps holding his garments together and let them fall onto the floor. Now he was revealed in all his naked splendor, his body glistening in the firelight.
His bright blue eyes gazed down at her and his powerful arms reached to embrace her. Without thinking, she raised her thin lips towards his full, firm mouth, barely noticing when the towel wound around her slipped to the floor. Instead of kissing her, he lifted her up and threw her on the bed, as though she were a feather pillow.
“I will leave you two newlyweds alone,” her uncle murmured as he quickly walked outside. “I will make sure that no one else disturbs you, although I doubt very much that anyone will try. After all, it is his wedding night.”
She hardly heard him as her rescuer pushed her onto the bed and used his knees to force her legs apart. Sternly, she willed herself to resist, but instead she felt herself surrendering eagerly to his complete maleness, his absolute dominance over her. She wound her legs around his thighs and reached up to clasp her arms around his neck.
But what kind of people could they be, who were wedded this way? Were they really humans at all? When he thrust himself inside her, a flood of desire washed all those questions away. As he pushed himself into her and pulled himself out, over and over, faster and faster each time, she felt herself closing and opening around him, drawing him further and further into her very depths. At last, when he could reach no deeper, they both exploded together in the final burst of ecstasy. Only then did roll off her to lie beside her on the narrow bed, one arm thrown around her shoulders.
Still gasping, he pointed to himself and said, “Hurk.”
“Hurk? I am sorry, I do not understand…” The fact he up suddenly sat up, startled her and she jumped back.
“Hurk! Hurk!” he cried in frustration, thrusting his thick finger at his massive chest.
“You mean, it is your name?” Knowing he could not understand her question, she pointed at herself and said, “Merilee.”
“Merilee!” he shouted in triumphant, as he sank down beside her again. “Merilee! Merilee…gun mou.”
Somehow, she knew he had called her his wife, in his own strange and beautiful language. At the thought, she snuggled against him, marveling at the hardness of his broad chest. “Mo…husband,” she murmured. Feeling him stroke her damp hair, she looked up to see him smile and knew he had understood. For the first time since her parents had died, she felt truly at home again.
“Aner,” he said, pointing to himself.
“Mou…aner,” she breathed, burrowing further into his side. She did not know where he would take her…or if they would stay here together. It did not matter because this little hut was suddenly a palace to her. She only hoped she could do enough to keep it clean and cheerful for him when he went off to…wherever it was he went. But he would not go there tonight…no, they would surely have these hours together.
“Kalorizko!” At that cry, she hid her body hastily under the coarse blanket. Another young man was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at them both. He was not as tall or handsome as her own husband…aner…she realized, but he seemed a nice young man, with his dark curls and that dazzling smile spreading across his wide, full lips.
“Kalorizko!” he shouted again, as he raced forward to grasp Hurk’s hand.
“Zeno mou,” Hurk said, turning towards her.
“The other young man is congratulating you both,” Uncle Hubert told her, as he appeared in the doorway. “Your new husband is explaining that that young fellow is his friend.”
“I can see that for myself,” she answered dryly. “But, uncle, you might as well come in now. You can tell I am not angry any more. I only hope you and the zeno have someplace to stay tonight.”
“I will stay here,” he informed. “As for Hek, the zeno…he is here to take your sweetheart back to their barracks tonight.”
“What?” she demanded, sitting bolt upright.
“You need not worry,” he assured her. “Your husband will sneak off to see you as often as he can.”
“Did Hek tell you all that?”
“He didn’t have to. I figured it out for myself. It is all helps to prove my theory. Now we will see if I am right once again.”
“I sure hope you are not!” she exclaimed. Her uncle only shrugged as the young newcomer reached out to her husband again. With a sigh, Hurk climbed out of bed and pulled on his garments.
“Some zeno!” she muttered. “But I suppose he is only looking out for Hurk. We couldn’t have him going AWOL, even if it is his wedding night.” Clutching the blanket around her, she sat up and reached up for his kiss. When he pulled away from her, she looked down in shame. Her blush turned to a smile when she found herself staring below his waist, at the long, thick hardness there. “I see you want to make love to me one more time at least,” she said. “What kind of zeno would stop you from doing that?”
“The kind who is a very special friend,” Uncle Hubert murmured. “But he will take care of the problem.”
She was about to ask him what he meant by that when she saw for herself. The sight left her speechless…
…because her new husband was pulling his friend into his arms and kissing him hard on the lips, the same way he had embraced her so recently. They stood clutching each other until they heard her horrified gasp. Then her Hurk bowed to her with a glance of apology and pulled his friend out into the night.
Soon she could hear them behind the hut, moaning together as she and Hurk had so recently done. After a moment, the two men cried out together, just as she and Hurk had done at the last. This was different in a terrible way though because both of their passionate voices were rough, low and unmistakably male.
Who is taking whom? She could not help wondering. Which is bending over the other one and pressing himself into his back opening? Her Hurk must be playing the man’s role, she decided loyally, because he is so much bigger and stronger. She dared not even imagine the other possibility.
Even in the dim firelight, Uncle Hubert obviously saw her revulsion. “You have always been for gay rights, haven’t you?”
“Of course I was!” she answered indignantly. “I mean…I am. But this is…different.”
“Because it is happening to you?” he demanded gently. “Or because they do it practically in front of you, without shame? I can assure you that they find nothing indecent about it. Their society does not believe that either one is acting womanly. In fact, it would think the less of them if they behaved any other way. As it is, they are very fierce warriors…and this is one way of proving it. You need not worry though,” he added with a smile. “He will also keep
proving it with you as well.”
“How can you know that?” she demanded.
“The same way I know everything else about them. I can’t tell you how I know, though…at least, not yet. I can only assure you that you have nothing to fear from your husband’s friend. Your Hurk is a one-woman man…and a one-man man, too. So you might as well go to sleep now.”
“It has certainly been a busy day,” she murmured, as her eyelids fluttered shut. Then they snapped open again. “But what am I supposed to do until the next time he sneaks off to see me?”
“I am sure someone will come to tell you that, too.”
* * * *
Before they left together, the two men had pushed the door back against the frame. Now she was awakened by the woman who was climbing carefully around it.
She was wearing a soft, sheer white gown and carrying a folded pile of identical garments. Dropping them onto the wooden chair beside the bed, she pointed at them and smiled, to show they were a gift.
“Gun Hek,” she said, as she pointed at her own high, firm bosom. Her red-gold curls fell over her shoulders, framing her bright blue eyes. They reminded Merilee so much of her own husband, she was not at all surprised when the lady went on, “Adelpha Hurk.”
“You are Hek’s wife and Hurk’s sister,” she exclaimed, as she hastily climbed out of bed and reached for one of her new garments.
“That seems likely,” Uncle Hubert agreed.
“I’ll go put on this dress in the powder room,” she told him, as she picked up the towel to cover herself.
To her surprise, the other woman followed her there. Knowing no way to object, she simply tried to ignore her. She grew even more uncomfortable when the newcomer kept staring at her steadily, still smiling, as she relieved herself. The stranger kept gazing as her hostess took wet rags from the wooden stand to wash her face and clean her teeth, then picked up a wooden comb. Quickly, she dragged it through her tangled tresses, not caring how badly it tore them, in her eagerness to be away from that room and the woman who shared it with her.
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