It was lit only by flickering candles that glinted through the wavy panes of ancient windows and glowed off thick knots of cobwebs. Raquel who went by Rocky grinned in delight the workers at her new job were unexpectedly enthusiastic about Halloween. Never, she resolved, underestimate a computer junkie.

She reached the huge dark arch of the entrance. Stone griffins, frozen in identical no, in different grimaces guarded the portal, but let her pass. Through an iron strapped oak door leaked a faint burble of conversation and, very distantly, the muted tones of a faintly eerie orchestra. She felt a moment of self doubt was this the right place? She was new in town and hadn t been able to find any address at all on this gothic monstrosity, which, strangely enough, she d never even noticed during the day.

There was no doorbell, but instead a thick length of rough rope hanging from somewhere in the dim reaches above. She grasped the firm and oddly warm resilience, puzzled over it for a moment, then tightened her grip and pulled.

Deep within the thick, stone walls sounded a mournful funeral gong.

A small eternity passed, during which she gave herself a quick once over. Her long sun yellow hair framed a classically beautiful face, while her aerobics hardened body was suggestively sheathed in a snug fitting toga, draped to bare one shoulder. Golden letters across her chest announced her to be Orgasma, one of the lesser known Greek gods. A little unusual for Halloween, but she d had the urge to do something different. Last year she d dressed as Toxic Waste, which was fun but messy.

The wooden door swung open silently to reveal a skeleton. A very convincing skeleton, Rocky thought, trying unsuccessfully to plumb the illusion in the dim light. The apparition regarded her with nerveless eyes.

Ah, Orgasma, the skeleton finally boomed, as if greeting a long lost friend. Come in. I didn t recognize you. It s been what? Centuries? He cackled, displaying a full set of gleaming teeth that nicely complemented all the other bone work on display.

Thanks, Slim, Rocky replied, then brushed past him and into a huge hall framed with rough timbers and lit by mountains of wax dripping candles, which cast a dull, flickering glow. Dim figures rustled everywhere, but she saw no one she recognized. Hardly surprising, given that she knew precious few of her coworkers and probably wouldn t recognize even those, given the elaborate costumes that cunningly transformed them into lifelike centaurs, goddesses, goblins and so forth.

A twisted troll served her a goblet of sweet tasting nectar, and she began peering into the gloomy alcoves, searching in vain for a face even vaguely familiar. Just then a spectacularly built young lass streaked by, stark naked, giggling and being chased by a young Adonis wearing only horns atop his curly head and the single larger horn that sprouted from between his legs.

Rocky started, flushed just what kind of party was this? and finally smiled inwardly. The pair vanished into the gloom, but a moment later a wild shriek, peals of laughter and loud cheers announced that the chase was over. Not surprising the girl hadn t been running very fast. And neither, Rocky reflected, would she.

Orgasma, a deep and godlike voice intoned behind her. It has been too long.

She turned to see a tall and well muscled man wearing Grecian sandals, a toga and an olive wreath decorated with tiny lightning bolts.

Zeus? she guessed, seeing him brighten at the recognition. Long way from Mt. Olympus, aren t you?

Aren t we all, he shrugged, rolling his thick shoulders and tugging at his thick brown beard.

Rocky was glad to finally meet someone the unearthly setting had her on edge. Not many scary people here, she offered, and it was true. Save for the odd skeleton or werewolf, it was a collection of gods and goddesses.

Zeus shrugged wryly. They re downstairs, of course. But would you really rather have a goblin that spurts liquid fire or this? He gestured at his toga clad body, as perfect as a statue.

Well she teased.

He stepped forward, placed his hands on her hips and gently squeezed. This is our one night per year. And you, Orgasma, are one of my favorites. Why have you stayed away so long?

One night per year? Then Rocky remembered. Halloween had begun as All Hallows Eve, the one night on which the dead returned to earth. These people were really into this occasion. She felt obligated to hold up her end of the mythological charade.

I ve been busy, I guess, she stammered.

Zeus reached out and caressed her bare arm, firing a tingle through her, a tingle that swirled around her body before inexorably settling between her legs. She felt a flush of wetness, suddenly smelled the clean salt tang of the sea, and from the smiling corners of Zeus s eyes knew he smelled it, too.

That s pretty good, she said. What other tricks do you know?

Some are too advanced for a mere mortal, of course, he said. But some aren t. His electric hands slipped inside her robe to roam playfully across her nipples.

She was shocked by his boldness, and even more shocked by her own as she let his hands massage her breasts, dance teasingly across her belly and wander deftly through the tight blonde curls of her pubic hair. The moves were exquisitely calculated to tease, and Rocky felt her legs part and her belly flutter at that warm liquid caress.

I just hope Hera doesn t catch us, Rocky smiled, recalling from her schooldays that Zeus s wife was notoriously and dangerously jealous.

Zeus perfectly feigned a passing moment of guilt. Good point. We ll have to be quick.

Truly, my lord, Rocky said, thinking that it was going to be very quick. In fact, she was almost there already. She ran her hand across Zeus s flesh, under his toga. His skin was as soft as cream, but the muscles underneath were as hard as the Parthenon it was as if he d been chiseled from sleek marble.

Her hand dropped lower, finding his nether region blissfully untrammeled. He was as thick as a hawser and not yet fully hard. She gasped with a mix of hungry anticipation and a tinge of nervousness at his sheer size.

Zeus nonchalantly slipped his toga to the floor, and for a moment, Rocky was stunned. He truly was chiseled, as perfect in form and proportion as a statue. Taking Zeus s unveiling as a sign, a small crowd encircled them. Rocky felt the pressure of their eyes. She then realized that they were going to watch her. She d never even been naked in front of strangers, and now . . .

Zeus stood proud and unconcerned, hands on hips, his toga lying at his feet like a challenge, his thick tumescence swaying like a heavy pendulum. Rocky s toes involuntarily curled, then she took a deep breath and slowly slid her toga down past her small, pink capped breasts, across her hard flat belly, even more slowly across the tight blonde ringlets of her bush.

She froze, teasing the crowd, then summarily dropped it. The cool night air grazed the high globes of her derriere and her lean legs. She arched her long neck and fixed her green eyes on Zeus, realizing that together they formed a perfectly matched pair of Grecian columns, Ionic and Doric, a small but exquisite temple to the art of physical love. Even the candles seemed to focus on them, spotlighting them, as if they, too, had to watch.

The king of the gods smiled at her, as if projecting a thought into her head. But he needn t have bothered she was a step ahead of him. She dropped to her perfectly sculpted knees, pressed her nose against the smooth sac containing his royal balls and inhaled his divine musk. It heated her as surely as a gas jet, and her hand slipped into her own cleft, tracing light circles. Another deep breath, and then she let her tongue slip out and playfully encircle first one ball, then the other. Zeus s massive cock grew steadily until it lay across her face like a princely log. She grasped it with one hand it was even bigger than the doorbell rope and rubbed it along one cheek, her eyes fixed on Zeus s. She opened her mouth, licked her lips, then inhaled just the head into the warm bath of her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like a tiny wet club.

Not bad for a mortal, he groaned as the corded muscle and tendons of his legs stood out.

I ll turn you to stone, she burbled, opening her mouth wide as she forced him in, oiling him with her lips and tongue and cheeks. Impossibly long, he pressed into her mouth she paused, relaxed her throat muscles and, in a single slow stroke, took him in to the hilt. Her nipples stiffened and a flood cut loose deep within her. The intimacy of the act always got to her.

The crowd gasped as her nose nestled into his pubes.

None before, Zeus moaned. Never has anyone

She slid her mouth off him and let the cold air sting for the bare moment it took her to speak a single word:

Hush, she said, assuming control.

Then she sucked him in again, slowly pistoning down the entire shaft as her hands each massaged one heavy celestial sphere. The feel of a man s balls was a favorite turn on for her, and as they rose in unison, she continued a slow, languid rhythm that no man could withstand for long. Tingles from all over her body rushed together and met in her cleft, and she felt her world start to shimmer. A moment later the first tangy bite of pre come popped into her mouth, triggering an orgasm that ripped through her with pulsations so intense as to be almost painful. Her mouth froze as her tongue trilled a titillating beat on the underside of the massive penis.

She saw herself in her mind s eye: on her knees, legs spread, her taut butt twitching in the flickering candlelight as one hand worked in her cleft and her face pressed into Zeus s crotch. She tasted another spill of Zeus s nectar he was getting close. She ground down again, determined to milk the sap from his tree.

Suddenly strong hands were pulling her head up. Don t forget that Hera lurks, Zeus said. He lifted her as if she were a rag doll, with a touch both gentle and erotic, and lowered her onto a high, plush velvet cushion. The audience of nymphs, trolls and centaurs pressed nearer.

Zeus knelt between her legs and faced her center. Normally she would have been shy about a new lover gazing there, but not tonight. Zeus s gaze was almost tangible, as if each eye somehow projected a massaging beam. Her button thrummed and peach dew coated her thighs as a divine breath stirred the hairs of her blonde muff. Her legs began to quiver.

Now, she moaned.

Zeus leaned forward with the lithe ease of a jungle cat and applied one long, tender lick from the base of her slit to its peak, an oral caress that compressed the passion of the ages into wet swirls and darts, driving another desperate orgasm from her, converting her flat belly into a humped tunnel of muscle, forcing wet sucking sounds from her deep, pink, clenching recesses. Sweat coated her body, lending it an erotic sheen.

Zeus smiled. You are so ripe. So ready.

He rose above her, supporting himself on his straightened arms, with the muscles of his chest and shoulders standing out. Effortlessly, with eyes closed and his lips curled into a faint smile, he eased the head of his cock to her puffed entrance.

All atingle, she spread her legs wide to throw herself open, then reached down to Zeus s rock hard butt. It flexed so erotically that she was instantly on the brink of another orgasm, and then his marble hard length began to slowly and gently slip into her. It stretched her wide, and she began to climax again as soon as the first inch pierced her. He seemed to fill not just her pussy but her entire being.

Aah, she gurgled, and threw her head back as colored lights flashed across her eyelids. Her legs clamped shut around Zeus s broad back, trying to hurry him. But he slipped inward with the slow grind of a glacier, steadily stretching her wider. Her burgeoning orgasm doubled with every millimeter of penetration.

Oh, oh, she moaned quietly, awash in sensations so removed from those of ordinary sex that they were almost unrecognizable.

It s alright, Zeus said reassuringly as she clung to him helplessly.

It is, she agreed, arching her back, taking him in still deeper, pinning herself to him. Go on. Do it.

Yes, my little mortal, I will. He eased out with the same glacial slowness, the flickering candlelight playing off the marbled veins of his purple shaft as it slid inch by inch into view. As if it were ribbed, it strummed at Rocky s insides, plucking her like a thumb on a violin string, driving her vibrations to higher and higher frequencies.

Her arms and legs fought a civil war against him and themselves at the same time, they wanted him motionlessly deep but also stroking fast and hard.

Zeus ignored the flailing and hesitated with only the rounded tip of his cock still within her, her soft pink lips puckered around that purpled extremity as if trying to suck him back in. He waited until first Rocky s slick labia and then her entire body began to quiver, then sank back in, at first just as slowly. Rocky s lower mouth opened wide to accommodate him, her lips squeezing and her inner walls caressing with fluttery bird like spasms.

Zeus bottomed out, paused, then pulled out again, almost as slowly. Rocky gasped and moaned, as if delirious. Her teeth gnashed and her head twitched she was fully a sexual being, trapped in inescapable throes. Zeus frowned, as if concentrating on self control as Rocky s inner muscles massaged him with the most erotic rhythm he had ever felt, then plunged in and out, again and again. With each stroke he slowly but relentlessly accelerated, Rocky moving with him as if a part of him, which, at the moment, she was.

Rocky began a high, keening wail as Zeus pistoned into her with a relentless flashing rhythm. She lost all track of time, but finally, through a long Technicolor blur of orgasm, realized that something had changed. It was hard to tell what it seemed that her brain had been hard wired for orgasm only and was capable of no less and no more and nothing else. But then she realized that the relentless pace was slowing. A void appeared within her as Zeus slowly withdrew.

Huh? she asked raggedly, her eyes unfocused and throat raw. It felt as if he had come, but the fluid sloshing around inside her could have been from her own squirting passions. And as she could plainly see, he was as hard as ever.

He gently reached down, lifted her and placed her on all fours. She was soaked from her nipples to her knees with her own juices, and everywhere else with sweat hers and his.

I ve visited two of your ports, he said grandly. It would be a shame not to do it Greek.

She flinched at the realization, but knew that she would try anything with this man. And, more than likely, would like it. His fingers dipped into her dripping vagina, gathered up a pearly mass of dewy liquid and smeared it onto her already sopping anus. She forced herself to relax that was easy enough. One finger pressed inward. She accepted the probe and a moment later was surprised at how good it felt. He plumbed her inside, probing up and down and around, massaging the slick walls. Then his finger popped free, and Rocky found herself eagerly awaiting the next event. She waggled her backside invitingly at him, arching her back into a shape as perfect and natural as a work of art.

Take her, Zeus, called a figure, and the reminder of the audience sent another surge through Rocky.

Yes the Triad! called another.

Rocky puzzled at that, then realized its meaning: three items. Her mouth, pussy and now her anus. She looked around and saw, everywhere, others writhing and twisting and pumping screwing with wild abandon, as if they d been locked away for eternity.

Yes. Triad! she moaned.

Zeus needed no more encouragement. He placed his smooth helmet against her backside, pressed the head in and stopped. A shiver passed up and down Rocky s body, a shiver of pure physical want. It was as if her body had become addicted to this cock that seemed to know her so well, and at the first taste of it after a minutes long absence, was running to greet it as a dog greets its master at the end of the day.

Out of control, she hurled herself backward, enveloping that massive prong in a single stroke. The burning pain she d expected was missing there was only blissful fullness. Within moments, Zeus was pumping into her, one hand reaching around to plunder her clit. Within ten seconds, the first orgasm fell on her like a crushing weight, forcing sharp, clenching spasms through her pussy and anus as her smooth chute plucked at the cock held deep within her.

She felt him stiffen even more, and his breathing grew more labored as the slap of their flesh rang out.

A whispered voice jabbed from the crowd. Hera comes!

Me, too, Zeus said with a shudder, then he grunted magnificently and froze. Rocky felt his living penis suddenly transform into a vibrator powered by a nuclear reactor, twitching and pounding and thrashing in paroxysms of passion, which once again drove her up and over the highest brink. It was as if quarts of hot come were jetting into her, and she feared that her brain would melt from the sheer voltage of pleasure. It seemed to last for weeks before slowly calming.

Money changed hands. Three holes, to the hilt. Not even Cleopatra did that.

Nor will this one again, if Hera hears about it.

Zeus came to a complete halt, pulled away, then drew a tender hand across Rocky s face. My dear, I apologize Hera is approaching, and it s better for both of us if she doesn t see this.

You people are so into Halloween. I love it, Rocky sighed, immersed in the fantasy. And why not? Zeus had certainly been godlike in his attentions. She collapsed forward onto the cushion, unconcerning that her sopping holes were left gaping and revealed to all.

Zeus rose, grabbed his robe and in moments appeared no worse for wear. Other hands plucked at her maidens, she realized, as they deftly rolled her onto her back and began arranging her toga. All were young, toned and beautiful.

One knelt between Rocky s legs and nonchalantly blew across her hot muff.

Huh? Rocky said blearily.

The girl, whose auburn hair was curled into tight ringlets, didn t answer, but casually leaned forward to nuzzle Rocky s pubes and gently tongue her swollen labia.

Oh, Sappho, giggled another, you re such a slut.

In answer, Sappho plunged her tongue deep into Rocky s pussy while placing her thumb and forefinger around her clit and gently massaging, with a special touch only women have. Rocky, who had thought herself spent, suddenly began convulsing again with a wracking orgasm. Sappho gently slowed her pace, expertly bringing her down, then pulled away, her face shiny. She smiled seductively, then opened her full lipped mouth to display a wad of Zeus s come that she d captured. She spun around smoothly and was gone.

Jesus! Rocky moaned happily through her exhaustion. You people! For just a moment, she wondered who her unknown lovers were. She was going to have to track these folks down. Later. For now, she gave in to the combination of muted bliss and fatigue, slipping into unconsciousness with a smile on her face. Just before she drifted off, a few voices penetrated her subconscious, riddling it with puzzling comments.

Until next year.

A fine celebration, giggled a girl s voice. I ll be sore for six months at least.

What about the mortal?

Zeus s unmistakable baritone answered. She is an exceptionally talented one, truly. Hopefully we will see her next year.

Someone who sounded like Sappho said, But shouldn t we tell her

No. I will leave her this. Rocky heard the sound of paper rustling. She struggled to rise, to speak, to figure out what was going on. But the blissful fatigue was too much, and she collapsed into blackness.

Rocky awoke alone the next morning, in a dusty abandoned mansion that betrayed no sign of the night s festivities, but held only layers of dust, cracked mirrors, ancient furniture and old statues. She was puzzled, and even alarmed, as she pieced it all together. What had happened? The pleasant ache in her pussy told her that something had no imagination was that good. Besides, she could still taste Zeus.

Then she found a piece of parchment laid beside her. It was a note that read: Same time next year. It was the signature, however, that triggered a jolt of amazed realization, followed by a mixture of melancholy and expectation. A single letter, as jagged as a lightning bolt: Z.

Same time next year, she decided.

I tell you now, I have never been so overwhelmed by my own arousal. It hit me like a runaway train, and Johnny NightHorse knew it. We were stranded alongside the road, where the car had broken down on the way to Mary Beth s party out at her father s ranch in Belen. I had just returned from peeing behind a nearby mesquite when he cornered me against the car. His hands were everywhere, all over my body, pulling at my clothes, ripping buttons from my blouse, tearing the lace trim on the bodice. I wiggled and squirmed and tried to push him away, but he pressed his hungry mouth over mine, slithering his tongue between my lips, searching for my soul.

I began clutching at his shirt, fumbling when I tried to pull it up, finding myself in a tug of war when the tail caught on his belt buckle. His left arm retreated only a moment to yank the shirt free, then he paused and looked at me. I stopped breathing and didn t start again until he buried his face in my neck and began to nibble and chew softly. His fingers curled into the silk of my blouse and his knuckles pressed into my arm as he pulled the garment down. Oh, Johnny, I gasped.

He stopped short of my elbows and pulled the material together, binding my arms to my sides, and said, What Frankie . . . what? What do you want?

You know what I want, I breathed.

Yes, I do. I know exactly what you want, but you have to tell me, Frankie.

You, I murmured.

What? He was taunting me.

You, I said a little louder, trembling.

He dragged the blouse down my arms and off, letting it fall to the ground. Placing a finger alongside my jaw and tracing it down my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm, he continued his tease. How do you want me, Sweet Pea? Do you want it tame and gentle, like this? Or do you want it hard and hot? He pulled me against him, his hand on my breast, squeezing through my bra, his silver belt buckle digging into my belly. I winced, and he softened, saying, Oh, I m sorry. Then he slid down my body until he was on his knees in front of me, and he began kissing and licking my midriff. A bolt of lightning shot through me, straight to my gut, and I felt my pussy squeeze and clutch at a promise.

He continued, kissing upward, pausing to pull at the front of my bra with his teeth, then rake them over my erect nipples. Tongue to cleavage, his mouth resumed its climb. He clasped his hands on either side of my head, framing my face with them, trapping me like a doe in his headlights. He slid his fingers into my hair and whispered, My sweet Frankie, over and over again, until his lips were moving against mine and his words had dissolved into moans, and he was kissing me again.

I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to the moment, and he shifted his stance. Knee bent, he pulled his leg up, hiking my black leather miniskirt with it, and pushed his thigh into my crotch. Our tongues were still doing a tango in his mouth. In my mouth. My fingers curled into his back as I dug my nails in lightly and raked them downward. I slid one hand down over his butt, then the other. I pushed against the rock hard bulge in his jeans. It flexed against my fingers in response, so I began to rub . . . now, Johnny trembled.

I slid my other hand from his backside to his belt, snaked my finger under it and slid it around to the buckle. I pulled at the hardware, whispering, Undo it.

Undo it?

Undo it, I repeated. Please.

Okay, he chirped, his hands flying to the task, making me giggle. Buckle undone, he released the top button of the fly, but I stopped him and said, No, let me.

One, two, three, I left the fourth fastened. My fingertips drove the length of his head as I thrust my hand between his legs and cupped his balls. Just as I squeezed, his hand wrapped around my wrist, guiding it from his fire to mine, covering and molding it to my throbbing pussy, while his other hand yanked and pulled my skirt up around my hips. Continuing his manipulation, he pushed and rolled my fingers, using them to match his squeeze for squeeze. There was no mistaking the river that had begun to flow from my cunt over my fingers to his.

Suddenly, he cast my hand away and cupped his to my dripping valley. Without entering me, he wiggled his fingertips and moaned in my ear, Umm, I love your crotchless panties.

Laying my juice laden fingers midway on his cheek, I dragged them down to his mouth, marking my territory. I want to fuck you with them on, he said, plucking my fingers into his mouth, sucking.

On me? Or on you? I said it without a thought, but suddenly the image of his beautiful fiery penis, arching upward with its glorious ruby glans oozing crystal clear ribbons of pre come . . . the vision of it surrounded by the lacy edges of the slit in my panties tweaked my passion, and an invisible hand reached up into my gut and plucked a guitar string, making me flinch. Had I been walking, I would have stumbled.

Before Johnny could answer, we heard a vehicle approaching, its headlights piercing the night. Oh, shit! Must be the auto service, he said. I d forgotten he called from the cellular. They said forty five minutes, he continued, breathlessly fastening his fly while I wiggled my skirt back down into place.

Where s my blouse?

Snatching it from the ground behind my feet and handing it to me, he said, Here.

Blouse on and pulled together, I began artfully buttoning. Johnny turned to face the road, gallantly shielding me from view, but the approaching lights passed us by and proceeded without notice. My fancy finger work slowed and then stopped. Johnny turned back to me.

He was stunning in the moonlight. He s from the Laguna Pueblo, but his father is Cheyenne. He has strong features and long, straight mahogany hair. Maybe it was the way the soft light danced over his bare chest, the way that silver buckle hung open . . . or maybe it was just the look on his face, but my fingers reversed their action, unbuttoning instead of buttoning . . . responding to a primal force. That s how it always was with Johnny and me. Irresistible. Inevitable.

Come ere, he said softly.

What about the auto club? It was weak reminder at best.

Come ere, he repeated, caution tossed aside. Encircling my waist, he pulled me to him with one sweep. We got time, Frankie. We always got time, you and me. As he said the words, his hands slipped under my blouse to my heaving breasts. He squeezed gently, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, and all thoughts of the auto club flew from my mind.

It took only a quick flip of the wrist, a yank and a pull, and the remaining buttons released his jeans were open and I was reaching into them. Let s set Geronimo free, I whispered. Johnny likes that I named his dick for a brave warrior, but I chose this nickname because being with Johnny is like jumping out of an airplane. His briefs were damp, and when I hooked my fingers around his hard, meaty cock, it was hot and drenched with slippery pre come. It slid around in my hand, and my mouth began to water. This time it was Johnny who was backed up against the car. I pressed myself to him, squeezed and pulled on his throbbing dick, and began scattering kisses all over his chest.

His hands were busily pulling my blouse off my shoulders, and I was longing to kiss and nibble around his navel. Without hesitation, I extended my arms behind me so that he could push the garment once again from my body, and as soon as it had slipped down my forearms, I shook it off.

My hands went back to business, peeling his jeans open and guiding his juicy muscle to my lips. Pressing my lips against the steamy head, I pushed them around the tip and underside, snaking my tongue all over the cleft beneath it. His hands were in my hair, his fingers sliding through, pulling at it, and he was moaning. God, I love it when my man moans.

Gathering a handful of hair, he pushed against the back of my head and ground his hips, and his cock, into my mouth. I swirled my tongue on it like it was a Popsicle and swallowed. He thrust once more, stopping just short of a gag, gently teasing at my throat, making it clutch, grab and suck at the slimy, drippy head. After several bobbing thrusts, each punctuated with another deep, velvety moan, he pulled my head back, withdrawing from the warm, wet labyrinth of my mouth. The thin, glass thread of pre come strung from my trembling lips to the tip of his pounding dick snapped when Johnny pulled me up to him.

Gimme, he said, speaking right into my mouth. Gimme, he repeated, sucking his juice from my lips. Gimme more, he murmured, licking across them and kissing me again, this time his tongue plunging into my mouth.

I wrapped my leg around his, sliding my foot up the back of his leg and hooking it at his knee. His hand glided over my ass, down my thigh, and pulled it higher on his leg. He pulled again, prompting me to tiptoe, and my arms wrapped around his neck. The sandal fell from my foot and joined my blouse on the ground. His burning hot cock slid over the top of my thigh and slipped to my crotch.

With one perfectly timed thrust, Geronimo was between my legs, and in an instant, my butt was in Johnny s hands. With the power and grace of a stallion, he lifted me from the ground, leaving my other shoe in the dirt, and turning to the car, he deposited me on the hood. He stepped back one step, pulled me forward to the edge, placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs. Then he spread them further, saying, Let me see.

I leaned back on my hands as he caressed my creamy thighs and pulled open the crotch of my panties, deliberately fumbling with and teasing my hot, swollen labia. My heart pounded in my chest as he strummed my pussy lips, softly teasing them open. Juicy desire trickled from my cunt, blazing a new path to my ass. Johnny opened me with his thumbs, then plunged two fingers in. I cried out and ground into his hand.

I love how wet you get, he gushed, looming over me.

You make me that way. My voice trembled with anticipation.

God, Frankie, I could just lie under you and play until I drowned, he said, pushing his fingers even deeper, pumping them. I could hear how wet I was, and when my cunt squeezed and clamped his fingers, he spread them like scissors and pushed his thumb against my clit. His mouth went to my nipple and sucked it right through my bra.

I was absolutely undone. I heard myself moan, but was unaware of doing it. Shamelessly, I met every thrust and grind of his fingers and cried, More, more, more!

More? he asked. More? he pressed.

Please, Johnny. Please, I begged.

He withdrew his hand from between my legs, wrapped it around his cock and began swiping it up and down my dripping slit. What do you want, Cupcake? What do you want?

I nearly came, but the feeling faded as quickly as it appeared, and I wished my pussy lips could reach out and grab his dick and stuff it into me. Fuck, that feels good! His words rushed from him and showered their passion all over me.

Johnny! I can t wait! I cried. Fuck me!

He milked more pre come from his cock and slathered it all over my pussy. Then he grabbed my arm with his free hand and pulled me up, saying, Come ere and look.

I sat up, leaning back on one hand now, and did as he said. His hand squeezed, just below the head that was now purple tinged, and a dollop of creamy nectar oozed out. God, I m close. Look at that, he said, contracting his fingers again. Another offering rolled from his come hole, his dick flexed in his hand and, pivoting his hips, he jumped. Then he began rubbing his engorged ruby and amethyst glans up and down between my puffy raspberry labia, swollen and open, like a flower.

He trembled and moaned . . . or was it me? All I know is that my legs wrapped around and pulled him into me, and his cock slid right in. I pushed up from the car, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. He thrust deeper, withdrew about halfway and thrust deep again. I cried out when his cock pushed against my cervix, but when he did it again, I whimpered, and when he did it again . . . I rolled my hips and rotated that tender spot softly against the visitor knocking at the door. Johnny wiggled his ass, and my cunt squeezed and sucked at his dick. He felt enormous. Geronimo s of average length, but very thick, and at the moment, it felt like a lance his namesake might ve carried into battle.

Your cock feels so big! I squealed.

You like it, Sweet Pea? he said, and bit my neck.

Yes, I said, my voice faltering.

He picked me up and began to sway from side to side. God, I love fucking you, he groaned. Each step and sway brought with it a gentle little nudge from his burning, oozing dick, and each nudge was accompanied by a bump and grind against my erect, exposed clit.

Oh, Johnny, I gasped. Oh, Johnny.

Feel good? he said with an extra bounce. Tell me, he said grinding upward, squeezing my asscheeks, pinching them. Tell me how you feel.

I could fuck you forever! I said, thrusting back. My hands were in his hair, fingers sliding through it, just as he had done to mine earlier.

He turned again and stepped to the car, pushing my butt over the edge and hovering over me. Then he pressed me back, thrust one more time and exploded in me.

He fell limp atop my body, but I thrust my sex into his, grinding my clit on the base of his half hard dick still inside me. Pushing up, Johnny rose and moaned, I wanna see. Let me see your cunt. The words teased my flesh as he slid down my body.

I wanna look into it and put my fingers in. I wanna lick and suck your clit, and suck my come from your little Sweet Pea pussy. His words dripped down my belly to my pubic mound, and he slipped his fingers through my soft, wet, curly bush. I spread my legs as far as I could, and his thumbs dug into my slit, pulling my pulsing pussy lips apart. I wanna watch your cunt come, he said, and he slurped some of his own juice into his mouth. His fingers were curling up inside me, pressing forward, caressing and rubbing and curling some more. His tongue darted and slithered in and out with his fingers, rubbing all around the vestibule at the entrance to my cunt.

I could feel the buildup. Johnny had described it well not quite pressure but more of a feeling of fullness. I could feel it. When he pulled his fingers out, the walls of my canal pressed and pushed into one another. His fingers drove deep, and he was flipping them back and forth inside me. Then he withdrew again. My cunt muscles clamped together and I knew what to do. I began bearing down, just like he had taught me.

I m lookin at you. I m watchin your cunt, baby, he groaned. Give it to me, Frankie. Give it to me.

I bore down some more.

He shoved his fingers hard into my boiling sex. He pulled them out and put his mouth over my hole and began to suck, and he fucked me with his tongue. Then his fingers plunged in again, stirred and withdrew.

I bore down. I bore down. And I bore down. There it was, that feeling, that wave of release, so I bore down yet again and felt the shadow of a tickle all around my hole.

Oh, yeah! he cried, as my juice splashed his face. Oh yeah, Frankie, he said, pushing his fingers back into me. He leaned over, looming as before, saying, Oh, Frankie, baby, over and over, driving into me each time. My own Sweet Pea. An enormous wave swept me up, and I was overcome.

Johnny laid his head on my shoulder and pulled his fingers from me. He raised them to his mouth and licked their cloak of liquid pleasure. Then he chuckled softly, and as he stood he sang, Frankie and Johnny were lovers. Offering me his hand, he said, Better pull ourselves together before the auto club shows up.

We had just buttoned the last buttons and had just buckled his belt when headlights reappeared on the road. Sometimes timing is everything . . . Frankie and Johnny were lovers. Oh, Lordy, how they did love.

I was thinking about as I silently watched her across the lagoon that spanned the huge chamber of this sea cavern on the Narawaka coast of Borneo. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks a half mile away at the cavern s entrance was only a muffled echo here. On a small rubber raft, I drifted slowly and noiselessly across the silvery sheet of water toward her.

She wasn t expecting me. With water dripping like glistening lilliputian diamonds of light from her lovely body, she raised her arms, leaning back and stretching, her large breasts jutting out like slick, shiny globes against her virtually transparent suit. Her nipples, large and deep rose in color, were ripe plums set in the ivory white of her tits. I wanted to suck them while caressing the full heaviness of her breasts.

Yet I knew my relationship with this beautiful woman had to be all business because she was one of the world s leading speleologists. I d only just received my doctorate in the study of caves, and it was an honor to be assigned by the university to work with her and the great Professor Kremen in exploring this new find.

Larger than Borneo s famous Sarawak Chamber, this newly discovered cave we were to study was perhaps the biggest in the world. This one chamber, only a half mile back into the limestone of the cliffs, could anchor a fleet of yachts. The light here came from fissures in the surface, filtered down through the green canopy of the tangled jungle above, casting otherworldy shadows of stalactites and stalagmites.

The famous speleologist stretched across a smooth, sloping rock, still oblivious to my presence, and as I went over in my mind all that I needed to know about the cave, she spread her legs and pulled aside the narrow strip of bikini at her crotch. Pink and shiny wet, her pussy was framed in golden fur. She stroked herself: her flat belly, her inner thighs, the lips of her pussy, her clit. Tiny gasps of pleasure spiked above the muffled roar of the sea as her breasts heaved from side to side while she picked up the rhythm of her pussy petting.

Gray fish the size of fat cats drifted to the surface to stare up at her with their marble white eyes. I stared, too, slowing the movement of my rubber raft to stay in the shadows as she gripped one large breast, raking her nails across her nipple as she stroked her pussy faster and faster, her little yips of pleasure echoing off the eerie limestone shapes as old as the world.

I turned my raft around and with hushed strokes rowed back toward base camp where all the equipment and portable labs were set up, manned by graduate students. It was on the beach, just outside the dark slitted entrance to the cavern, almost hidden from view by wild jungle foliage. At dinner that night, around a roaring fire, Stephanie sat next to me with her metal plate of food and plastic glass of white wine.

Dr. Royce, she said, we haven t really met yet. She extended her hand, and I reached out to shake it. She was all business now, wearing khaki shorts and a white t shirt over a bra with only a hint of lace.

I m delighted to meet you, I said, half rising. I saw you lecture once at the university.

Oh? And you saw me this afternoon, if I m not mistaken. Which did you find more interesting? The lecture or what you saw this afternoon? A twinkle lit up her green eyes.

My heart skipped a beat she d seen me! But it didn t seem to slow her down any. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, I said, as interesting as the lecture was, I must admit I found what I saw this afternoon more, well, provocative.

Professor Kremen, the head of the expedition, wandered over just then. He greeted us and sat between us with his dinner.

So, Dr. Royce, Stephanie said, what we ll want to do is penetrate the cave as far as we can, and I ll need your full cooperation. It s likely to be very hot and deep inside there.

Yes, I said, picking up on the little game she was playing, and I ll imagine it s going to be a . . . tight fit.

Yes, she said, with the professor nodding in agreement.

That s why I ve got you two young sprouts along on this expedition, he said. I ll stay out here at camp, and you two can go all the way in. It ll take more staying power than I ve got these days.

Staying power, Stephanie said, licking her full red lips. Yes, that will be important, I d imagine. She looked past Kremen to gaze into my eyes. And flexibility, too. What we can t accomplish one way, we ll have to try another. Whatever problem comes up, Professor, no matter how hard things might get, I d say Sam and I can lick it. She smiled innocently into my eyes.

Yes, I gasped, of course. My cock was hard and I was perspiring, although the breeze from the sea was cool.

Glad to see that you two are so enthusiastic about the project, Kremen blustered. Better get some rest then. Tomorrow you ll be hard at it.

We held each other s gaze, Stephanie and I, and I could tell from her smirk that she was having as much trouble keeping a straight face as I was.

The next day we paddled the small rubber raft deeper and deeper into the cavern, even farther from the sound of rumbling, echoing surf. The stalactites and stalagmites we passed might have taken anywhere from four years to four thousand years to grow one inch.

Stephanie wore only a skimpy beige bikini, with her large breasts barely contained, the dusky rose of her nipples peeping over the tops as she helped paddle the raft. Her bikini bottom was a beige triangle just a fraction larger than the golden patch of her pussy fluff, which I d seen the day before.

She was all business as we moved deeper into the cavern, twisting and turning along the ever darkening water. Her body so close to mine, sometimes brushing against me, was driving me crazy. I had to follow her lead, though, I knew that. Maybe there d be something wonderful this afternoon after and only after the serious work.

I knew she had to be aware of the growing bulge in my shorts, and I wondered if she brushed against it every so often purely by accident.

We maneuvered along a narrow passage in our raft and suddenly came upon a huge cavern, much larger than the one where I d seen Stephanie the day before. It was hot back there, far from the entrance, with steam rising from the water. We were both wet with perspiration, our skin gleaming in the thin shafts of light that filtered down ten stories from the roof of the cavern.

Our project today was to study and photograph the wildlife we expected to find here. The natives led us to believe that orangutans and proboscis monkeys came down into the caverns very unusual behavior from them. We wanted to find out if this was true.

Long hours of counting the beasts followed, estimating their ages and family groupings and videotaping them. Finally we rested, stretching out on a big smooth rock, slick from the steam that rose from the hot lagoon.

I looked up from the meticulous notes I d been keeping to see Stephanie completely nude and standing over me, her legs set wide apart. Her golden crotch was just above my face, and a mischievous grin transformed her full lips. I knew what she wanted as she reached down to tangle her fingers in my hair and move my face closer and closer to her pussy. Its rich scent tingled through me like an electric shock, and my cock started to swell again, pushing hard against my shorts.

My mouth found her pussy, or rather her pussy engulfed my face, tasting spicy and sweet at the same time, as her tangy juices dripped into my mouth. I flicked my tongue back and forth, pushing against her clit.

Up and down, she murmured, telling me exactly how she wanted it, not side to side. And lighter, barely touching.

As I licked her, she reached down further with both hands to hold the lips of her pussy open so that her clit jutted out, totally exposed to my questing tongue.

Faster, she gasped, and lighter, just a whisper. And don t forget my tits.

I reached up and cupped the firm, sweaty mounds of her breasts. My nipples, she rasped, tease them, pinch them . . . yes . . . yes.

Her pussy juices flooded my mouth and dribbled down my chin as I flicked my tongue up and down her pink magic button.

I want to come with your cock inside me, she panted, pulling my face away from her pussy. Hurry, Sam, I want you in me.

I yanked off my shorts, freeing my cock, which was bigger and harder than I could ever remember it being. In a quick, graceful move, she lay back on the smooth, slick rock, her long legs spread wide. In one swift lunge I took her, burying my cock deep into her hot center. She screamed, and I did, too.

I looked up just when hundreds of orangutans and proboscis monkeys let loose a loud cacophonous chatter of wild shrieks and howls. The whole time we d been gathering an audience of curious onlookers, and I d been too deliciously occupied to notice. Now they were only a few feet away, their eyes wide and their teeth bared in excited grimaces. They jumped up and down as they watched us fuck.

I hope you re an exhibitionist, Stephanie laughed, digging her nails into my chest as I rammed into her slick, hot pussy over and over. Yes, yes, she screamed through her laughter at the voyeuristic monkeys.

We came together, my cock seeming to explode with fiery passion as her pussy gripped me hard, like a strong hand, milking every last drop as I drove harder, deeper, faster.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, the monkeys calmed down, too. Now they were sitting all around us, their heads cocked, scratching and muttering. The sweat dripped from our bodies, making every move between us slick and slippery, but we held on as we drifted off to sleep in each other s arms.

The next few days kept us at base camp, working closely with Professor Kremen and the others, editing the tape of the monkeys, going through the texts to compare our notes with those of the experts on the rare instances of subterranean ape life. Apparently we had observed these creatures farther underground than any other scientist. And, of course, they d observed us, too. I was anxious to give them another show.

If my calculations are correct, Professor Kremen told us that night, leaning over the preliminary maps of the sea cavern and pointing with a stubby finger, there should be a chamber in this area, very deep, filled with millions of bats.

Hmm, Stephanie murmured, it will be hard for us to get there. She pointed at the map with a slim finger. I think we ll want to go in . . . the back way. It ll be a very tight squeeze.

Our eyes met. Was she thinking what I was thinking? Yes, we d certainly pay proper professional attention to the cavern s bats, but we d also find time for our own personal exploration of a hot, dark, tight place.

They re beautiful in a way, aren t they? Stephanie said as we maneuvered through passageways only inches wider than our tiny rubber raft. Over our heads hung thousands of greater horseshoe bats, as well as the larger, grotesque looking, naked bulldog bats.

The narrow passage opened into yet another chamber so wide we couldn t make out the far reaches of it, though it had a much lower ceiling than we were used to. Dim light filtered from far off through the clouds of rising steam light from the mouth of the cave where these millions of bats would soon flood out into the night. The ceiling and walls were alive and breathing with quivering gray wings, the air saturated with the squealing voices of the nocturnal creatures.

On a tiny island barely bigger than a king size bed we set up our video cameras, aiming them at various spots on the cave s ceiling. The cameras were equipped with special low light lenses that Stephanie turned on.

In the gently bobbing raft we lay together naked, nibbling at each other s lips, exploring with our tongues as our sweat slicked bodies moved together, her large, firm tits pressed against my chest, the damp fur of her pussy rubbing against my throbbing cock.

I caressed her tits as she straddled my body, letting them hang down to tease my face, move close to my mouth and then away again. Her nipples were hard already as I sucked one and then the other into my mouth, then both of them at the same time as I held her breasts together with my hands, flicking my tongue back and forth across both points.

Her cries of pleasure echoed off the far walls, and with each cry the bats replied with a rippling squeal almost too high pitched to hear.

Stephanie dug her nails into my nipples, pinching, twisting, pulling. A jolt of fiery delight somewhere between pain and pleasure zapped down into my hard cock.

We moved slowly on the slick rubber surface of the raft, with me licking her pussy as she took my cock into her mouth, licking its head, flicking her hot tongue around and then across its super sensitive eye. Then I was licking her from her crotch down her thighs, down her slim legs to her slender feet, sucking her toes as she sucked mine.

We tongued every square inch of each other s body, with me saving her gloriously full breasts for just a tickle and a suck before moving on to her arms, wrists, palms and fingers.

I want you to fuck me in the ass. Your cock is so big I don t know if I can take it all, but I want to try, she murmured.

I ll go slowly, I whispered.

She bit my ear. You ll start slowly, she corrected me. Then you ll fuck me as hard as you can, understand?

I did start slowly, with our hot perspiration serving as all the lubrication we needed. She was so tight, but inch by inch I entered her as she gasped and moaned with pleasure, her back arched, her ass high in the air. All the way in, slowly the first time, and then slowly out almost all the way. Then I plunged in hard and deep, driving the full length of my cock into her perfect bottom.

Her scream set the bats flying in a wave of gray. They flowed down toward us, around us, stirring the torrid steamy air, almost caressing our undulating bodies with their velvety wings as they took panicky flight toward the faraway crevices in the deep earth.

Stephanie rested the weight of her body on her elbows so that I could cup her tits in my hands as I fucked her. Her back entrance was so tight I thought I d split her in two as I plunged my cock deep into her, over and over, withdrawing almost all the way and then thrusting deep and hard in rhythm with her shrieks of ecstasy.

The cascade of charcoal gray and black bats reached a thunderous climax of swirling fur and hot surging air as the creatures raced past us to begin their night of hunting. And it was at this thrilling moment when Stephanie started to come.

Yes, yes, she was screaming now, barely audible over the rush of life around us. Deeper, baby, harder, yes, yes. She arched her back, pushing her round, hard ass at my lunging cock.

Her sphincter muscles gripped my cock tight as she came, and I came with her as she squeezed every drop of passion out of me. She collapsed on the raft, trapping my hands with her big tits. The last of the bats sketched gray arcs across the huge black expanse, trailing through the rising steam.

Silence finally, with just the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Fantasies involving the two of us drifted through my mind as we slipped around to face each other, to hold each other closer in this place that felt like the sweltering center of the earth.

The rest of the expedition went well, and we did discover that this sea cave might indeed be the largest and deepest on the planet. We collected so much data, learned so many truly interesting facts. And I learned, too, what the absolute sensual coming together of a man and a woman is like.