“By the aching breasts of fair Athena!” swore the Greek solemnly. “This manner of contesting takes its toll of a man's endurance, aside from shrinking his balls to marbles!”
“True.” Bullpole quaffed the spiced wine in thirsty gulps, the liquid spilling from his mouth and streaming down his hoggish jowls in dribbling wetness. “Are you telling me that you wish to concede this game?”
“Not at all, old friend. Simply commenting upon the interesting fact that unremitting intercourse is also demanding upon the back-muscles, the leg-muscles and the lungs.”
“I see.” Bullpole gazed musingly at the Greek.
“I'm ready anytime you are for furtherance of our enjoyable competition!”
His answer was another gesture that instantly brought a fresh pair of virgins – a cowering blonde and a bold-eyed brunette this time – to their respective couches. Now they threw themselves into their work – unheedingly fucking these newest victims despite the resultant screams of pain and fear as the huge male organs went plunging feverishly into the wenches' untouched holes.
Finding myself no longer titillated by the almost mechanical mood of the orgiastic contest, since neither man was bothering to stop for loveplay or any degree of lascivious enjoyment, I left the room to seek other, perhaps more enthralling observations to be found elsewhere – realizing that the contest would continue unabated for quite some time yet.
Deciding that it was time indeed for me to get a bit of sunlight and the invigorating air of the island, I left the building's interior and was placidly hopping along a stone railing edging a lengthy veranda when I heard a familiar voice – spying Ignacio seated in the shade of the courtyard beside a lovely dark-haired girl whom I also recognized as belonging to the treacherous Greek's imported retinue. She held a lowly position of servantry to one of the more passionate and attractive women who acted as personal mistresses to the lustful Greek; but the girl's demeanor was far from servile when she was apart from the others in the Grecian group.
Dropping lightly to the crown of her sweetly scented head, I went from her scalp to her equally pleasant smelling armpit where, amid the soft hairs there, I found the flesh temptingly warm enough to warrant a cautious sampling of her young and delicious blood. So engrossed was she in their conversation she felt not the bite which delivered to me a meal most satisfying. In fact, I fear that I gorged myself as I eavesdropped.
“That bastard, Bullpole, had ordered me castrated following the assault upon my manhood by a horde of slavering perverts,” said Ignacio, shuddering at the memory of his recent punishment. “Fortunately, for me, the chief guard proved to be a merciful churl whose memory of his young sister's ravishment at the hands of Bullpole caused him to order my immunity from castration, taking the responsibility upon himself that his countermanding of Bullpole's cruel instruction would never be discovered.”
“Fortunate for you indeed,” murmured the girl, stroking Ignacio's beardless cheek lovingly and regarding him with the adoring eyes of every girl who has ever fallen in love with a young man. “And fortunate, too, for me, dear Ignacio!”
“Even so, you should see the scars my manhood will bear to the end of my days. Terrible teethmarks those degenerates slashed into my flesh in their lustful savagery!”
“Oh, let me see them!” she begged excitedly.
“What?” He looked startled.
She pulled at his arm, a sly expression across her face. “Come behind this large bush where we can have privacy – and show me your poor scarred organ! I crave to see it, dear Ignacio!”
“You jest! You make sport of me!”
“Not at all! I've never seen a man's – a man's member! Never in my life!” She lowered her eyes in brief shyness. “I'll tell you my deepest secret to show you that I jest not! I'm – I'm still a virgin! Lord Zorba took a strange liking to me after I'd been carried off from my village and delivered to him – and he gave orders that I was to be hand-maiden to his favorite concubine but left untouched! There are those who claim he is merely saving my innocence until a later date, but he shan't ever have it at all!”
“Pah! He'll take it anytime he desires! Powerful men like him and that bastard, Bullpole, can do as they please, whenever they please! Haven't you learned that much yet, you little fool?” Ignacio regarded her with amazement. “He'll have your purity whenever he so pleases!”
“Not if I give it to another, first!”
“True, but -”
She tugged stubbornly at his arm. “Come behind this shrubbery! Must I drag you there in order to give you my most precious possession, dear one?”
“Precious possession?”
“Yes – myself, you dolt! You're so embittered by your punishment that you're ignoring my offer – I wish to give myself to you in love!”
Understanding and desire dawned in his eyes as he studied her uplifted face, glancing down her slender but well curved body. “Well, such a gift is to be cherished! I'm afraid you're right about my obsessive bitterness. Forgive me – uh -” He waited, indicating he needed to know her name.
“Iona,” she said softly.
“Iona,” he repeated. “Ignacio and Iona! They fit together very musically!”
“I know.” She rose, leading him behind the spreading shrubbery and settling herself upon the sandy loam, looking up submissively as he lowered himself beside her. Opening the top of her dress she bared her breasts, revealing two plump melons tipped with taut strawberry colored nipples. “Be gentle but take me completely.”
He began making tender love to her, kissing her mouth passionately as his hands played with the full breasts and she writhed responsively to the touch of his hands, moaning as one of them lifted her skirt – under which there was only bare flesh and a thicket of crisp hair surrounding the chubby mound of slitted delight – and creeping up the satiny smoothness of her rounded inner thigh, began caressing the lips of her mound, rubbing and stroking them apart. She gasped as the fingers found her sensitive clitoris.
“Oh, take me!” she whispered urgently.
Awkwardly divesting himself of his breeches, he freed the rigid penis which stood up throbbingly – the foreskin pulled down from the bulbous head and exposing a muscular column still mottled with livid scars – as it pulsed with excitement and readiness. Iona glanced down, seeing the stiffened shaft and her eyes widened in fascination.
“So that's what a man looks like! Why, it's a handsome thing indeed!” She struggled to a sitting position, reaching for the upright penis and closing a gentle fist about its column. “It's so hard, so strong and sure!”
“Suck it!” Ignacio's muttered plea was hardly audible as he twisted around, burying his own face between her thighs, snuggling upwards until his mouth was pressed to her velvety lips and closing over the delicate crevice, a tongue darting forth to insert itself between the moist walls of her gash and flickering in search of the clitoris. “Suck it while I suck you!”
Obediently she lowered her head, relaxing upon her side as she took the bulbous head gently into her mouth, letting it loll upon her tongue as she sensually nursed upon its pulsating hardness – feeling his mouth wetly working upon her organ as he nuzzled and sucked.
For a few moments they lay like that, each giving the other pleasure with their mouths diligently busy upon one another's private parts – until, with an abrupt increase in excitement and a flurry of motion, they surged into a simultaneous orgasm, grunting and sucking frenziedly as his hot juice spurted into her avid mouth and shocks of enjoyment contracted her cunt with each electrifying jab of his tongue.