“Well it’s not done much for my cock, but my ego is through the roof! Anyway, that’s not what I wanted from you, exactly. Just make some noise I can fuck to.”
So, finally Erysichton got what he wished for as she erotically enunciated the vowels - ayyyyyyyyyy, eeeeeeeee, iiiiiiiiiii, ooooooooooh, uuuuuuuuu, and sometimes ‘y’ - to the rhythms of his continued and utterly indomitable humping. By now however Erysichton was feeling more than a little tired and frustrated, so he withdrew from her chasm and took to beating his meat with an effort and speed affording a god. It was his aim to shoot his load in her face as a fine gesture of his manliness. Of course he possibly could have told her this for she was wholly unprepared for what was to come next.
Erysichton beat his meat with great fury and with an explosive result, for within a few seconds of withdrawing his member he hit the gypsy with a money-shot right in the eye. This caused great outrage, not to mention great pain on the part of the gypsy girl with the foreign substance in her eye. The bitch screamed bloody murder while Erysichton was almost painfully consumed with mirth at this outrageous situation and the sight before him. Of course this new happening resulted in the cunning plan, to mutilate or at least kill Erysichton, to become so awry that it could not now come to a head.
So, Erysichton was now spent and so tucked away his cock and still mumbling in starts and stops an obvious stuttering laughter. The gypsy still wanted, even required, revenge for Erysichton’s heinous deeds and summoning up her strength, fuelled by great wrath, she chased after Erysichton with a jar in her hand. Erysichton had not wandered far from the caravan and was still amused with the mornings events, regardless of the lack of wood, and so he was still occupied by his own cogitations when he was chanced once again by, the now outwardly wrathful, Demeter. She ran from behind him straight past him and then back again, though on the way back left her passing gift to him with a fond farewell.
“From this day on you will fuck and fuck and fuck and you will never have enough. You will fuck until you can fuck no more but that will not be enough. You will fuck, until you eventually fuck yourself!” She screamed, in his general direction, as she threw the jar’s foul concoction onto his groin.
Almost immediately did the vitriol have an effect, because almost without delay could Erysichton feel an overwhelming itching in his groin. He began to scratch and dig at his crotch but to no avail. He scratched and squirmed and dug and rubbed and all the while the pain only increased. The pain increased to the point that his loins felt like they were burning in hellfire. As the fire raged away, Erysichton poured forth his vile rebuke.
“You think I’ll weep, no I’ll not weep. No you unnatural hag. I will have such revenges on you that all the world shall - - I will do such things what they are, yet I know what; but they shall be: the terrors of the earth!”
Demeter fled into the, relative, wilderness leaving Erysichton alone to nurse his itching balls and bruised ego. Now, Erysichton was intelligent but not so intelligent as to know what the fuck was going on. His mind was reeling and he could not control anything he thought and could barely control his body. One consolation was that his legs seemed to work, so with this one function in his control he began to run until he could run no more and then had to stumble onwards and onwards until he could regain his mind.
Erysichton wandered through the wilderness with a mind clouded by a thousand men’s perverted thoughts. Knowing not what to do, he stumbled onwards with a definite pain in his mind for want of knowledge to realise what had happened, and not to mention the painful ache in his groin.
He trudged onwards and onwards not even looking where he was going, so it came as a surprise to him when he happened upon a clearing in the woods and came as more of a surprise when he found that here was also a waterfall. Though, after what had happened to him that morning he accepted this new experience with more nonchalance than the occasion would have otherwise called for.
Erysichton’s loins seemed to be consumed with a heat unimaginable, for although there was no inflammation to speak of a powerful metamorphosis had already begun to start in his body. As he rushed to the waterfall, what he believed would be his source of relief, he was suddenly taken aback and then became mesmerised at what he could now see and hear.
Erysichton witnessed something of awesome splendour of the likes he had never seen before. Emerging from the naturally beautiful display of the cascading veil of water came a quintet of what appeared to be water-nymphs. These mysterious seductresses had all the form and grace of angels and sang their tragically poignant confession, thus:
“We love each other, as men ne-ver could.
Consumed with passion, for each we love.
And do-ting-ly,
By false means we share.
“We feast upon the vi-gil.
Crying only songs of love.
And ten-der-ly,
We have each other so . . .”
As if this was a cue from another, each of the nymphs took to busying themselves in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. A kind of crude and animal-like poetic fervour took possession of them.
Somewhere in the back of Erysichton's mind, he realised that he had not so much been cursed again but now he had become truly enchanted. If only Erysichton could manage to get any logical part of his brain to function then he may have been able to control himself and his actions. However, unbeknownst to our hero these nymphs were actually beautiful sirens, adroitly skilled and experienced in the art of seducing men and luring them to their death after performing a whole catalogue of sordid and perverse acts. They went by the rather earthly yet still lyrical names of: Stacey, Tracey, Sharon, Giselle, and Mercedes.
Many years of modern man had destroyed all confidence the sirens once had that there was any point in their ritual of sex and death and instead had allowed themselves to gradually become more introspective. Thus the mystical quintet had become increasingly inward looking for their satisfaction, and in place of the bizarre rites of the past, the group had immersed themselves in a new, and seemingly more innocent, delight.
The fact that this numinous sorority had decided to sing for Erysichton could have been considered mysterious itself if we were not to mention the effect it had on him. Nevertheless, some things will never be explained and others need not explaining at all.
So, Erysichton stood and watched, he watched mesmerised as the five sirens put on a display for him. The spectacle before his eyes was one of such poetic grace as to appear spontaneous and possibly ephemeral, yet maintained a certain passionate ferocity which could only be explained by the love they shared.
Each of them took turns to meet the others with tender, affectionate kisses. Tracey and Sharon, and Giselle and Mercedes lingered awhile longer enjoying themselves, leaving Stacey to step down onto hands and knees on the moist, warm bed of moss. Stacey bent forward resting her face on her hands and pointing her womanhood at her sisters, beckoning them to their duty. Now each in turn made like the first, until Stacey was at the fore and Mercedes completed the chain. Tracey, Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes each had their face buried in the woman in front, leaving only Stacey to voice their collective screams of joy and pleasure.
Each of the nymphs had their tongues buried in their lovers cunt and were eagerly lapping up the sweet nectar therein. Stacey being at the front of the group coaxed Erysichton toward her and he more than willingly obeyed. She guided him to her rose-capped nipples and he eagerly sucked upon them with sheer delight. The other sisters seeing that Stacey had started without them each stood up and came over to their new conquest.
Tracey, Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes, each beautiful in their own right but each wonderfully unique began to share this new found wonder and took to caressing and exploring his body. Each of the nymphs took care of a different part of his body, leaving not an inch of flesh untouched. Erysichton was in Elysium, he lay back upon the warm bed and allowed the quintet to enjoy him, as he lay their stunned with his hands reaching up to heaven. The wild beings sucked and bit his flesh with such tenderness that Erysichton could hold back no longer, he unleashed his passion with a mighty spasm, drenching Mercedes in the process.
Only now did it become evident what the gypsy had meant, as Erysichton’s cock did not flop to his side as it should have done but instead swelled to a greater size. Not only was Erysichton surprised by this but so were the sirens who eagerly dived upon and devoured this new, bigger piece of meat. Mercedes sat to the side while Sharon and Stacey cleaned her face. Tracey and Giselle were mesmerised now, Erysichton had regained his sense as adrenalin coursed through his veins. It was Giselle who spoke first, and what she said even a fool could understand.
“Fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I’m begging you to fuck me.” She implored.
Of course he decided to fuck her. As exhausted as he was by now, he really had no choice in the matter. So begrudgingly he now went about the task of fucking the female. O how life doth pain him. He rubbed the length of his shaft to make sure it was up to the job, which of course it was and was as hard as a length of steel pipe. He pulled the girl to her knees and turned her so that her ass was to him. He fondled her tits a little and rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, just to prolong the agony. And then the moment she was begging for - he plunged balls deep into her cunt with one stroke and bottom out so hard that she loses all balance and falls on her tits. His cock was still embedded in her pussy, but now not right to the hilt so he leaned forward and rested himself on her back, all the while stroking that wonderful ass of hers. He now instructed one of the sisters to come over and see him for a minute. She came over and he hit her straight in the lips with a powerful, loving, yet painfully erotic deep kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth and quite accidentally the rhythmic movements of his fucking matched the movement of his tongue. He opened his eyes now to see Tracey utterly engrossed in sexual ecstasy as she had one hand grasping his hair and one hand fingering her crotch.
