Abby?s Makeover Ch-2
Jasmine had come and gone and Elaine and I had completed our rather simple meal. I knew that Elaine was eager to hear my story so I didn?t make her wait too long. I picked up our few dishes, put them in the sink, sat down and prepared to tell Elaine the story of a Beast?s Wife.
?Elaine, my story begins while I was still visiting in Greece. The entertainment values had dropped off sharply and I was at a loss as to what I should do or, even, what I could do. Frankly, I was completely sated by the views of the usual tourist traps! I had seen enough ruined castles and beautiful flower gardens to last me for the rest of my lifetime! So I was sitting in the coffee shop of my hotel trying to decide what I was to do for entertainment when I was approached by a very handsome and sophisticated young lady.?
?Professor Townsend??
?Yes??
?I am Juliette. The organization has sent me to replace your regular guide for today. She, unfortunately, was called to other duties. Some sort of family difficulty, I think. However, I am more than qualified to assist you during your time in Greece. Had you and your guide planned anything for today??
I was struck by the fact that she referred to, ?the organization? and not the travel agency, but I put it down to an unintentional slip of the tongue. Before I answered her, I looked her over. She was the kind of young woman that I despised. She was tall, slim, with an athletic figure and a chest that would have put most Hollywood starlets to shame. By comparison, I was a forty year-old college professor with a body that absolutely no one would even turn to give it a second glance. To be brutally honest, I was short and grossly overweight. My head and face were too small for my body and that added to the disproportionate appearance of my body. My breasts were rather large and they were already displaying the old-age sag. My belly was ? well ?it was huge and my thighs looked like the legs on an elephant. In short, I usually didn?t even look at myself in a mirror because of what I would see.
?No we hadn?t planned anything. Do you have any suggestions??
?Well, if as I suspect, you have had enough of the usual tourist stops, there is a festival being held today in a town near Knossos that I think you might find interesting. As a change of pace, that is. It is just a short flight over to Crete so you could take part in the festival and still return here by late this afternoon. Shall I make the arrangements??
She had hit the nail squarely upon the head. I was definitely looking for something other than historical sights so, her suggestion of a festival, sounded great. I nodded in agreement and she promptly turned and went in the direction of the hotel registration desk. Before I could finish my last cup of coffee, she returned and stood by the side of my table.
?Everything has been arranged. I shall accompany you to the airport and you will be met when you land in Knossos by one of our local representatives.?
Her eagerness seemed a little strange, but I put it down to having to substitute for another. I settled my breakfast bill and we were soon driving through the countryside in the direction of the airfield. Upon our arrival at the field, I was hustled aboard a waiting plane and, with little or no advance preparation, we were soon on our way to Crete. This flight was even stranger than what had transpired prior to our take-off. As far as I could make out, I was the only passenger! True to her word, an attractive young woman greeted me after our landing. She led me through the terminal and into a waiting car, As we left the field, she told the driver to take us to the rear entrance of the hotel. Then she turned and said to me,
?By using the rear entrance, we can avoid the crowds that will be lining the street?
That sounded okay to me, but there was something more I wanted to know. So I asked her,
?I hope you won?t consider me ungrateful, but all of this has been so rushed that I haven?t had an opportunity to determine just what sort of festival I am to witness. Can?t you please give me some insight into the day?s activities?? She burst into laughter at this.
?I most certainly can although I would have thought that the agent who set this up for you would have given you some kind of hint. This festival is held every year at this time and it has been held for hundreds of years. As I understand it, the first of these festivals was held in celebration of the spring planting season, but that was changed a very long time ago. Now the festival is held in the honor of Pasiphae. Do you know that name??
?It sounds vaguely familiar, but I can?t place it.?
?Pasiphae was the queen who lusted after the perfect white bull Poseidon gave to her husband.?
?Oh now I remember. She was the one who had a fake cow constructed so that she could take it into the field where the bull was pastured and hide herself in it hoping to induce the bull to mate with her. If I remember the legend correctly, the Minotaur was the result of this unnatural coupling.?
The young woman chuckled and said, ?That?s the story as it is usually told, but there are a couple of events that followed that are-to me ? most interesting. As the story goes, the Gods were not happy with this unnatural mating so they declared that Pasiphae should be publically degraded in order to atone for her sin. She was to climb back into that fake cow device and, in that guise, she would be paraded through the streets.?
?That doesn?t seem like such a terrific punishment. Was there more to it??
?There certainly was. What had been overlooked was the access port that Daedalus had installed in the rear of the fake cow. Naturally, the bull had to have some means of getting access to the queen?s body if the mating was ever to be completed and the locals all knew of this access port. So, as the queen was paraded through the streets, the locals had the perfect opportunity to exact some revenge upon her without any chance of being arrested and imprisoned. Hands were thrust through that portal and soon the hands were replaced by broomsticks and all kinds of implements. It probably was not very pleasurable for the queen. Since that time, a festival had been held every year in celebration of Pasiphae?s downfall.?
?And it is this festival that we are going to observe??
?Exactly. There will be parades and jugglers and all kinds of floats carrying statues, but the centerpiece of the festival will be the parading of the fake cow in remembrance of the queen?s troubles.?
?Of course, the fake cow will be empty.? Then, as the young woman began to smile, I added, ?Surely you aren?t telling me that there will be a human female riding inside that fake cow??
?Oh, but there will and, to shock you even more, I must tell you that a vigorous competition to choose the lucky ? or unlucky whichever you prefer ? young maiden who is to reenact the queen?s ordeal is held every year. In the past, I have spoken to some of the ?queens? and they have ?without exception ? told me it is exciting and sexually stimulating. In some strange way, they are united with the glorious white bull that started this whole thing and many of them claim that they relive the events that transpired in that field so many years before. I?ve always thought that it was a little weird that they should be entranced in this way.
There has been an effect from these festivals upon not only the people of this village and the surrounding area, but also upon the many tourists that come here to witness this extravaganza. The atmosphere surrounding the festival has been altered from one of celebration of times past into one of today?s carnality.
When the main parade is over, the girl is extracted from the fake cow, cleaned and, if needed, bandaged. She then is taken to the town square where she will select the white bull impersonator. Quite a contest is held among the farmers in an attempt to get one of their bulls so selected. This bull is then given access to a cow that is ready to mate and the whole affair is enacted for a host of spectators. Now that is exciting. In a sexual way, I mean. Many of the inhabitants insist that it is this reenactment that has resulted in the extreme carnality of the celebration for it fires the imagination of the people and raises the question of beast-female cohabitation.
We are very likely to witness actual sex acts in the streets and alleyways as we watch the parade. Do you know the rest of the story??
I looked at her and shook my head.
?Many of the people are still convinced that the Minotaur was not actually killed in the labyrinth! They believe that the phallus and testicles that Theseus was supposed to have thrown before the king as evidence that the Minotaur was dead were actually parts of the bodies of the sacrifices that had been made to the Minotaur.?
?So, in their minds, the Minotaur was not killed??
? And, to continue with the conspiracy theory, there were reports that ? even though the bull was thought to be dead ? the queen still made regular nightly visits to the labyrinth. It was hinted that she was having sex with her half-man, half-beast son! These ideas are usually accompanied by a peasant observation that, ?once you?ve been had by a beast, you will always return for more?!
Here we are. This vantage spot will give us a good view of the activities. If you wish, I can take you to where the government has constructed what represents the common idea of the labyrinth.?
?From your manner of speaking, I think I can discern some degree of disbelief. You don?t think this constructed labyrinth is the true one??
?No. Naturally, no one is now alive who lived in those long ago days, but most of the old timers hold to a story that tells of a labyrinth that was positioned inside of a cave. Several Archeologists have come to the regions nearby in search of this cave. They haven?t found it, of course.?
As we got out of the car, the driver asked if we would be needing him later. MY guide told him,
?No. I don?t think so. I am going to try and get Professor Townsend up to the reflecting pool so she can look at her future.?
That sounded strange to me, but, before I could ask her what she meant by that, she hustled me into the hotel and up to the topmost floor. The suite that occupied this floor had a huge balcony that over looked the street below. As we stepped out upon the balcony, a waiter handed each of us a glass containing a dark brown liquid.
?Don?t be afraid of the liquor. It is usually referred to as, ?a maiden?s delight? so you can drink all you want.?
My guide had been quite right. From this vantage point we could see everything that was going on below us. I gazed down upon a mob of people and the first thing that drew my attention was the overt sexuality displayed by nearly all of the marchers. Crude and obscene gestures were displayed to the crowd and the women ? almost all of them ? swung their skirts from side-to-side in an arc so high that the dark hair covering their most private parts was readily visible. The entire parade had an obvious sexual overtone.
I was looking at a couple of revelers in an ally across from our hotel. There was no doubt about what they were doing. He had the woman backed up against the wall of the building opposite ours. Her dress was crumpled up under her arms and her tits and vagina were both either apparent to every onlooker or they were in use. The man was strenuously pumping his penis in and out of her vagina! They were obviously totally oblivious to any of the passersby who might glance their way. I was just getting ready to call my guide?s attention to this duo when she exclaimed,
?Here she comes!?
I looked to my right and there I saw a huge float that was carrying an obvious cow-like statue. The statue was some distance above the street level, but it was not so high that the people couldn?t reach up to it. There was a huge crowd of both men and women dancing around this statue and shouting at it. Then, as it drew opposite where we were sitting, I got a detailed look at the rear of the statute. There were sticks and what looked like rake handles protruding from an opening in the fake cow. I stared hard at this scene for something was causing me to gasp in surprise. It was the streak of red that spilled out from the opening in the fake cow! Whoever or whatever was inside that fake statue was bleeding!
I turned to my guide and asked her, ?Is that real blood?? Her answer shocked me.
?Of course it is. Oh, I didn?t tell you. There is another requirement to be met. The girl who rides in the cow must be a virgin!?
?You mean????
?Yes. She is being deflowered as we watch. The flow of her vaginal blood represents the blood spent by Pasiphae when she mated with the bull.? I could only look at her in astonishment and, when she saw the obvious distaste on my face, she quickly added,
?I, myself, am an Orcinian and we do not believe in the maintenance of a female?s virginity. Our girl babies are deflowered as soon as it is safe and possible. From this, you must know that I am not a virgin. And you??
At that very moment the waiter came up to me with yet another refill of my glass. Somehow, I had managed to empty the first two servings of a, ?maiden?s delight and here she was pouring another into my glass. As soon as I had received my new dosage of a maiden?s delight, my guide returned to her question.
?Professor, are you a virgin??
I hesitated for several minutes before answering her. I had lost my virginity when I was thirteen years old. I lost it to a fifteen year old boy who went to the same school as I. It had not been a very pleasant experience and I had not allowed myself to ever be seduced again. Finally, in a very low voice, I admitted that I was not a virgin.
?That?s great! Now when you gaze into the reflecting pool, you will see your destiny and your future lovers. I think you will find that to be an exciting experience.?
As she finished these remarks, she rose and walked over to the rail directly in front of me. I watched dumbfounded as she began lifting her short skirt. It was black and it looked as if it were made of some kind of plastic material. The rest of her attire consisted of a white man?s shirt and necktie. The whole of her outfit was held together at the waist by a large black belt. It was this large belt that ultimately held her skirt up after she had raised it to a point well above her hips. She tucked her skirt under that big belt and stood there completely exposed from the waist down.
?Wha?Wha?What are you doing??
I am preparing myself so that you can satisfy the twinges in my belly. You know, those sexual twinges that you, too, are sensing. Particularly after watching that cow go by and knowing that all sorts of things are being pushed into that girl. Deep in your libido you are wondering what it would be like to be the girl in the cow. Or, maybe you are wondering how it would feel to be mated with a full grown bull!?
Abruptly, she moved closer to me and slid her hand up under my dress. I sat there like a full blown idiot while she began rubbing my belly. I was so astounded by her actions that, for a moment, I didn?t know what to do. Then I attempted to stop her.
?Please, don?t do that! I have never even masturbated nor have I been seduced!?
?Why not? Don?t tell me that you aren?t enjoying this. I certainly would be enjoying it if you were doing it to me! Reach over Professor and run your fingers through my pussy hair!?
A flash thought struck me. Was this an invitation to a lesbian experience? Before I could say anything, she gestured at the balcony of the hotel across the street.
?Now wouldn?t that be nice??
I let my gaze follow her direction only to gasp in total astonishment. There were a man and a woman on the balcony across from us and the man was frantically plunging his sex into the woman?s body! Believe me, Elaine I had never before witnessed such a flagrant display of obscene sex! Still, I couldn?t bring myself to look away. In fact, I was so enthralled by what I was watching I failed to realize that the half naked female standing before me had somehow insinuated her hand inside of my panties! My libido virtually exploded! I turned to stare at her. Had I said or done anything that would give her the impression that my visit here was for the purpose of satisfying some latent carnal desire? I didn?t think so, but she insistently kept on rubbing the very opening of my sex in an extremely suggestive manner.
?Please, don?t do that! I am not accustomed to such actions. Oh, please, STOP!?
?Why when you are enjoying it so much. I can tell by the way your breathing has become very rapid and shallow. Lift your hips so I can remove these damned panties.?
?I won?t do any such thing! Stop it at once!?
The next thing I knew, I felt a cool implement slide across my belly just above my secret excitement spot. I knew what she had done. Somehow, she had slipped a very sharp knife in under my panties and had cut the crotch! Suddenly, I felt a blast of very cool air and I knew that, to all intents and purposes. I was naked under my skirt!
At this point, the waiter appeared once more with yet another glass of that very good tasting liquor. To hide my agitation somewhat, I began drinking from the glass immediately.
?Watch the people across the street!?
I couldn?t help but obey her command, but I had to ask, ?What are you going to do to me??
?Why Professor, first I?m going to get you down on the floor and stick my tongue in you as far as humanly possible. Then, after you?ve blown your guts, I am going to finger fuck you until you scream! And you? You will return my favors. You will kiss my pussy and taste my juices and then you will finger fuck me as I will be fucking you!?
Elaine, I knew that I should have stopped everything at this point, but the combination of visible sexual activity, the effect of the liquor and the exciting feelings her hand was generating in my belly for bade me from halting her advances.
?Why are you doing this to me??
?Professor, I am what is known as the, ?examiner?. It is my assignment to determine if you are fit to become a member of the organization, but I am just the first of the tests you must pass. Look down into the alleyway!?
I could do nothing but obey her commands so I shifted my eyes downward. There I saw two more people and the woman was busily sucking on the man?s tool! I had heard of people who would do this, but I had never witnessed it before.
?Wouldn?t you like to have a big phallus pushed into your mouth??
I choked and I could not bring myself to answer her. I also could not bring myself to look away. Again I gasped for the man had just ejaculated his semen all over the woman?s face. Watching this disgusted me, but a part of me wondered what it would taste like.
My lover?s fingers ? she had inserted several more into my vagina ? were rapidly bringing me to a point where I could no longer restrain my excitement.
?Put your feet upon the railing and spread your knees!?
I had no more than completed this movement when her mouth closed over my vagina! I nearly screamed then. I had never felt anything so erotic in my life. She was not only sucking on my vaginal lips, she was also pushing her tongue in between them and into my vaginal passage. OOH, Elaine! It felt wonderful!
Her next actions caught me completely by surprise. She looked up at me with an evil leer upon her face. Slowly, she slid a finger into her mouth and proceeded to wet it thoroughly. Before I had any indication of her intent, she abruptly used that finger to invade my rear hole! I jumped with surprise and a touch of pain. Then, as she worked her invading fingers in tandem deeper and deeper into my openings, I felt my response explode and I moaned.
My explosion was not enough for her and she kept up a steady staccato of in and out movements in both of my openings. My orgasm ?I was certain that was what I had experienced ? did not completely subside and, as she kept up her labors at my holes, I felt yet another orgasm growing within my belly. This time, when I exploded, it was so magnificent that I screamed! Fortunately, I was not the only female who was having her sensations raised to an unbelievable level so no one paid me the slightest heed.
My lover fell back against the railing with her legs all askew. For the first time, I was looking directly into the vagina of another female and I was enthralled by what I was seeing. She slid even further down upon the floor of the balcony and, after pulling her knees completely back to her tits, she began pushing her vagina up towards me. Her actions constituted a carnal request that was so obvious that I could not deny her. I slid to my knees and tentatively pushed my lips up against her vaginal lips. A blast of erotic energy shot throughout my body and I began sucking on her little bud with a great deal of vigor.
As I continued sucking on her clit, she began writhing and yelling. Obviously her orgasm was close. A few more minutes of sucking and she suddenly shot both of her legs straight up into the air and let out a screech the likes of which I had never heard before. Her body nearly lifted completely off the floor with the violence of her orgasm. Then she slowly settled back upon the floor.
It was at this point that our pleasure was interrupted by the appearance of the waiter. Up until this afternoon, I would have been extremely embarrassed for her to see me with my sex exposed and my hands on another woman?s vagina, but something had changed.
?Would you ladies like another, ?maiden?s delight???
Before I could answer, her question was answered by my companion.
?Absolutely! And make them doubles!?
The waiter turned and disappeared only to return in just a very few seconds. She must have anticipated our desires and had those drinks already poured. I was still on my knees with a finger inside her vagina when I felt a cold chill hit my ass. I looked around and saw the waiter standing there pouring a drink into a tube that ended inside of my ass!
?What are?.??
?Oh, don?t complain, honey. That damn drink will taste just as good no matter which end she pours it into.?
I watched in amazement as the waiter inserted an enema nozzle into my partner?s ass and then, with a great deal of aplomb, she proceeded to pour the other drink into my partner?s ass! I started to object when I suddenly sensed a strong, warm sensation spreading throughout my bowels. As I contemplated this that was happening to me, I felt the waiter pushing something else into my puckered hole. I waited until she had done the same to my partner and then I knew that she had inserted some form of plug into my ass! Apparently, I was not to allow that liquor to drain out of me.
My partner rose and beckoned for me to follow her. We went down to the street level and started walking along a rather despicable looking alley. I could feel my drink sloshing around in my bowels and I felt the warm rising of my sexual desire.
I asked, ?Where are we going??
?We are going to the cave in which the reflecting pool is located. I think you will find this even more exhilarating than all of the things you have done this after noon. By the way, have you taken off your panties??
?Don?t have to. They just fell off when we got up off the floor!?
This brought laughter from both of us.
?Look, Elaine. It is nearly three in the morning and I need some sleep or I?m going to crash. So, let?s call it a night and I will finish my story tomorrow. Okay??
It was obvious that she didn?t want to stop, but it couldn?t be helped. I was nearly dead on my feet as it was.
Sleeping on the couch was not the best remedy for getting a good night?s sleep. I was awake for most of the night and, just as I thought I might drop off, I heard a low moaning sound. It had to be Elaine. I slid off the couch and tip-toed to my bedroom door. Cautiously, I peeped around the edge of the door and nearly gasped at what I was seeing. There was Elaine with her legs spread wide open and some kind of brush stuck up in her cunt! She was frantically fucking herself with that brush!
I decided that I had to get a look at that brush first thing in the morning for I couldn?t make out how it could be that the handle was in her cunt and the bristle part of the brush was agitating her, ?sweet spot?. However it worked, it certainly was effective for, as I stood there watching her machinations, she gave out with a low moan and began thrashing around in the bed. If she wasn?t having an orgasm, then I?ve never seen one.
I smirked to myself and thought, ?Elaine you horny old hypocrite! You run me down for fucking in my very own house! Well, I am going to bring you out of the closet starting tomorrow!?
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