Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2007 21:08:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #45' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
Biker ) [ 45 ! ?? ]
The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Chapter 5 part 10.
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Part 45: Many Coloured Fish
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Derek laughed gaily. Their minds remained linked together as they
hovered entwined together in the air several thousand meters above the
town of Ringtail Springs. Thoughts passed rapidly between the two
supermen. Scott revelled in his newly acquired telepathic sense. His
main interest currently was Derek.
Scott formed an image in his mind of a fantasy he frequently had of
swimming underwater with his erect penis sticking out and ejaculating
his semen into the water.
Derek: << I know a good place for that. >>
He had in his mind an image of a tropical island lagoon with warm
crystal clear blue water.
Scott wanted to see the South Pole too.
They flew up high above the Earth until they could see the whole
planet beneath them. Directly below them lay the landmass of
Australia burnt brown and yellow by the summer sun. The central
deserts had a distinct reddish orange hue. The northern parts of the
continent were mostly covered with the thick, bright white, swirling
cloud masses of the summer monsoon. The bits of land they could see
were a bright rain-fed green.
A cyclone was visible in the Indian Ocean off the northwest coast of
Australia. The large white spiral mass of cloud was an impressive
sight. A long band of white cloud stretched from it across the centre
of the Australian continent. To the two supermen the cyclone appeared
motionless. There was no sign of the hurricane force winds whipping
up the surface of the ocean.
Clouds covered most of the Indonesian Archipelago and New Guinea. The
two men had occasional glimpses of the emerald green isles.
Masses of clouds swirled in great spirals across the Indian and
Southern Oceans south of the Australian continent. The tropical
waters of the Indian Ocean were a brilliant royal blue beneath the
clouds while the Southern Ocean was a darker blue.
The easternmost bits of Australia were in darkness. The sun was
setting in Sydney way below them. Off the East Coast was darkness.
Night had fallen over the Pacific Ocean.
Antarctica was a bright white landmass well south of Australia. It
was surrounded by the swirling vortices of clouds processing across
the Southern Ocean in the grip of the ever-blowing westerly winds.
Scott could see the region of South Pole. It was lit by bright
sunlight. It was the day before Christmas Eve and two days after the
Summer Solstice. The South Pole was in the middle of a six month long
day.
From where the two supermen were hanging in space, Ringtail Springs
was invisible. Sydney was a tiny grey splodge on the east coast of
Australia at the edge of the evening terminator that was starting to
advance across the Australian continent. Scott and Derek focused
their telescopic vision in on the city and saw the street lights of
Sydney twinkling in the twilight.
Derek knew where Ringtail Springs was so he pointed it out to Scott.
Scott zoomed in with his telescopic vision and saw that the sun was
setting in Ringtail Springs. He saw his house and the other buildings
arranged like models along the streets of the town that he knew so
well. Scott felt a wave of emotion when he saw his house looking so
small amongst the other houses of the town.
The sight of the planet spread out before them was awe-inspiring.
Scott was entranced by the beauty of his home planet. This was his
home hanging in space before him in all its glory. He felt that it
was a great privilege to witness this sight.
Derek: << One of the perks of being a superman. >>
Scott laughed in the emptiness of space. His breath had gone but it
did not matter. He was a superman now and he loved it.
Derek: << You know, Scott, you're the living image of Superman
himself. If they ever make another Superman movie, you'd be a shoo-in
to get the role of Superman himself. You're absolutely perfect for
the part - great big muscles, fantastic body, gorgeous manly good
looks, black curly hair and those brilliant blue eyes of yours. You'd
be perfect. >>
Scott grinned. He appreciated Derek's compliment.
They hung in space while they watched the evening terminator inch
slowly across Australia and the clouds move ever so slowly across the
Earth from west to east.
Scott: << It's a bit like watching grass grow. >>
Derek: << You've got all the time in the world now. You're immortal,
like me. >>
Scott: << We can do this any time. Let's go. >>
He zoomed off down towards the brightly sunlit white landmass of
Antarctica. He did not know precisely where it was so he followed
Derek down.
They slowed then hovered high above the US Amundsen-Scott South Pole
Station. Derek reached out with his telepathic sense. He detected
many people in the vicinity but there was no one outside near the two
South Poles. It was early morning US time.
They alighted at the ceremonial South Pole surrounded by the colourful
flags of the nations that had signed the Antarctic Treaty. Scott
walked to the polished chrome sphere that sat atop the red and white
striped barber's pole and examined it cursorily. A biting cold wind
blew snow around their naked bodies. The sun was hidden by clouds.
Scott had switched on his invulnerability but he still felt cold and
uncomfortable. He was irritable.
Scott: << OK, where's the real South Pole? >>
Derek indicated the string of markers that looked like giant
thumbtacks stretching away across the icefield for several hundred
metres. They flew to the end marker that marked the position of the
real South Pole.
Derek: << Well, here it is, the real South Pole. >>
Scott looked at the brass plaque on top of a stake driven into the
ice. He expected something more. He felt disappointed. It was
rather an anticlimax. The cold wind whipped the snow around them.
Scott wanted to leave. Derek flew up into the air and Scott followed
him.
Derek: << Want to see the South Magnetic Pole? >>
He transmitted to Scott the mental image of a stretch of stormy wind-
driven ocean. The South Magnetic Pole was 160 kilometres (100 miles)
out to sea north of the French base at Dumont D'Urville on an island
just off the Antarctic coast.
Scott: << Nothing to see but sea. >>
Derek: << We can fly over it. Follow me. >>
Scott followed Derek as he shot high up into the ionosphere and
streaked across the Antarctic continent at hypersonic speed. They
slowed down as they crossed the coast near Dumont D'Urville and
descended rapidly. Scott saw that Derek was using his magnetic sense
to follow the magnetic field lines of Planet Earth to home in on the
South Magnetic Pole.
Derek stopped and hovered over a spot in the Southern Ocean. The wind
was blowing a gale and towering seas marched in an endless procession
from west to east around Antarctica. The wind blew gouts of foam from
the wave tops that scudded away into the distance. The sun shone
fitfully through occasional breaks in the cloud cover.
Scott hovered next to Derek above the roiling stormy sea. Cold spray
and foam blew over them in the howling wind. Occasional bursts of
rain gusted upon them.
Scott: << I can think of better places to be. Like what about that
tropical island you promised me? >>
Derek laughed. << You've got a one-track mind. This is the South
Magnetic Pole. >>
Scott saw that Derek sensed the magnetic field lines plunging deep
into the Earth. The magnetic field was powered by a giant dynamo
created by currents of molten rock and iron deep inside the planet.
The magnetic field lines formed a confusing tangle that Scott was
loath to unravel. He was losing interest rapidly. He was too new a
superman to be interested in such esoterica.
Scott: << Let's go. >>
He streaked off after Derek who immediately shot up high into the
ionosphere. They flew at hypersonic speed northwest across the Indian
Ocean to a small island atoll north of Madagascar. They passed over
Cape Bobaomby, the northern extremity of Madagascar, and descended
rapidly towards the blue Indian Ocean.
He sensed that Derek knew precisely where the coral atoll was that
they were heading for in the Indian Ocean. Derek was falling rapidly
towards the blue ocean.
Ahead of them was a green coral island that formed an almost complete
ring around a bright blue central lagoon that was connected by a
narrow, deep channel to the dark blue waters of the Indian Ocean. The
blue lagoon appeared to vary in depth from pale shallow waters to the
deeper blue water. It was about four kilometres long by about three
and a half wide (2.5 by 2.3 miles). There was a fringing reef about
half a kilometre (500 yards) offshore on the eastern side. On the
western side there was no fringing reef; the extensive beach faced
directly onto the ocean unprotected.
On the eastern side of the approximately circular island, the land
surface was covered in low scrub and mangroves. It varied in width
from about 0.5 to 1.5 kilometres (500 yards to one mile) around the
central lagoon. The western side, which was about 1.5 to 2.5
kilometres (1 to 1.5 miles) wide at that point, was covered in a thick
growth of tropical vegetation, banana trees, breadfruit trees, various
sorts of palm trees especially coconut palms and date palms, as well
as lots of other trees.
They slowly flew low over the thickly vegetated western half of the
island. Under the trees they could see a lush green carpet of grass.
From the air Derek and Scott could see some tumbledown abandoned
buildings amongst the trees. No people could be seen or sensed
telepathically. The island was deserted. Derek informed Scott that
it had once been a copra and tropical fruit plantation. It had been a
project to employ the unemployed of Seychelles but it had been
abandoned more than twenty years ago.
Derek: << Welcome to Holey Dollar Island, part of the Republic of
Seychelles. >>
Scott was intrigued. Derek passed on the information, scant as it
was, that he had gleaned from his friends. When the French ruled the
island in the eighteenth century, it was known as Alburadan, which
might have been related to its original Arabic name. The British took
over in the aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars in 1818. The British
man-o-war HMS 'Enterprise' that claimed the uninhabited island from
the French in the name of His Britannic Majesty King George III, had
some young Australians amongst her crew. The ship's captain disliked
the island's 'Froggy' name and decided to change it. The Australian
crewmembers suggested 'Holey Dollar Island' after the punched out
Spanish silver dollar circulating at that time in the British colony
of New South Wales. The captain liked the descriptive name, entered
it on his charts and that was that. The island stayed under British
rule until the Seychelles achieved independence in 1976.
Derek and Scott sauntered through the air then skimmed out across the
clear glassy blue waters of the central lagoon. They flew only
centimetres above the calm water marked only by small wavelets.
Around about the centre of the lagoon the water became quite deep,
between five and ten metres (16 to 33 feet) deep. Towards the shore
the water became very shallow, only ankle deep. Deeper tidal channels
cut through the shallow sand flats. Near the narrow channel
connecting to the ocean, the water became even deeper, about 20 metres
(65 feet) deep. The tide was rising so water flowed in from the ocean
through the channel in a strong current. The two men could see small
fish and pieces of seaweed being swept into the lagoon.
Small coral reefs and rocky protuberances were dotted all over the
lagoon in both deep and shallow water. Through and around them swam
many shoals of fish.
Even over the deep parts, the water was perfectly clear. The two
supermen could easily see the bottom of the lagoon and the schools of
fish swimming around.
Derek dived smoothly into the water and stood on the bottom about six
or seven meters (20 to 23 feet) below the surface. As a superman he
did not need to breathe underwater. Such was his muscle density that
he tended to sink rather than float.
Scott hesitated just above the surface. Derek telepathically showed
him how to stop the water getting into the depths of his lungs. Under
Derek's tutelage, Scott set up a force field that behaved like a
highly flexible but impenetrable membrane. It allowed free movement
of his lungs but prevented the entry of the seawater into the alveoli
that would cause the sensation of suffocation. Scott was a superman.
He could not suffocate. However, the sensation was unpleasant.
Derek also showed Scott how to modify his eyes so that he could see
clearly underwater without goggles. Scott did so.
Scott dived in and joined Derek on the sandy bottom of the lagoon.
His muscles were so big, hard and dense that he too could stand on the
lagoon floor underwater without floating away.
The water had almost perfect clarity with a very slight blue tinge.
The surface was like a wobbly mirror made of jelly. They could see
their distorted reflections above them. It was like standing in a
swimming pool.
Shoals of brightly coloured reef fish came out from the reefs and
rocky outcrops and swam around them. Scott was enchanted by all the
different colours of the many and varied species of fish of many
differing sizes swimming about them. Now that he had adjusted his
eyes, he could see them with perfect clarity. Some of the fish were
small, about 10 to 15 centimetres (4 to 6 inches) long. Others varied
in size up to 1.5 meters (5 feet) long. Some were brightly silvered.
The rest were innumerable shades of all sorts of colours, red, white,
yellow, purple, blue, green, orange, mauve and violet. Some were of
one colour; others had stripes or blotches of two, three or four
different colours.
Scott reached out to the fish with his mind. In their small piscine
brains was an air of expectancy.
Scott: << They're waiting for something. >>
Derek with a lustful leer: << Yes. Your spunk, hunk. >>
<< You mean they're waiting to eat my semen? >>
<< Yep. They're waiting for me to stick my dick up your arse and fuck
you hard until you shoot forth a great big gush of spunk from that
mighty cock of yours. Then you'll see a real feeding frenzy. Not
that you'll be caring much by then. >>
Derek laughed underwater. A bubble of air escaped from his mouth.
His penis stiffened expectantly into a big thick hard rod of flesh 40
centimetres (16 inches) long. Some fish swam around the large penis
hopefully. A few nibbled at it. Derek enjoyed the tickling sensation
as the fish consumed the precum as it flowed out of his piss slit. He
was hard and rearing to go.
Scott looked at him. Lust roared in his ears. He wanted Derek up his
arse desperately.
Derek swam over to him and ran his hands over the eight thick bulging
cobblestones of hard muscle that formed Scott's spectacularly muscular
abdomen. The many coloured fish followed Derek. They were attracted
to his enormous erect penis dribbling precum into the seawater.
Derek: <+ Hot man! Lust for a very attractive hunk. +>
He had already switched on a small repulsive force field on his skin
making his body feel deliciously slick, slippery and well lubricated.
Scott did the same. Derek ran his hand up and down the shaft of
Scott's semi-erect penis. The stimulating slippery sensation caused
it to stiffen rapidly into a thick rock-hard rod of meat 40
centimetres (16 inches) long. It was the same size as Derek's ramrod
stiff penis. Under Derek's attentive ministration, it too was soon
dribbling precum into the water. Some of the fish nibbled at the piss
slit and along the shaft of the penis. Scott found himself enjoying
the tickling sensation of the fish mouthing his penis.
Derek put his arms around Scott's thick bull neck and kissed him
passionately on the lips. He revelled in ravishing Scott's sensuous
mouth and lips.
Their powerfully muscled bodies writhed together with rising ardour.
Derek enjoyed the sensation of the hard bulges of Scott's mighty
muscles sliding and rubbing over his own magnificently muscular body.
Their skins were so deliciously lubricated. It felt even better
underwater.
The curious fish formed a swirling shoal about them. Some of the more
impatient fish nibbled and sucked at Derek and Scott's invulnerable
bodies. The tickling all over enhanced the stimulation.
Derek released the lip-lock with Scott. He ran his hand up and down
the slippery smooth rock-hard shaft of Scott's penis. He swam around
behind Scott and inserted his magnificent cock between Scott's heroic
thighs. He rubbed his cock back and forth along Scott's perineum
between his balls. At the same time he cupped Scott's great big thick
pectoral muscles in his outspread hands and massaged the masses of
muscle.
The smaller fish dived in to gobble up the precum leaking from the
ends of both their penises. Some of the fish nibbled and sucked at
the two men's balls. Others ran their mouths up and down the shafts
of the men's penises.
Scott arched his back in sheer unalloyed pleasure. The sensations
were causing him to come close to blowing his wad. At Derek's
suggestion, he locked down his approaching orgasm.
Derek withdrew his penis from between Scott's thighs. It was followed
by a swarm of small silver impatient fish nibbling at the end. Derek
poked a finger into Scott's arsehole. It entered easily. He inserted
another finger and gently spread it open. Scott gasped involuntarily
at the sudden shock of the cool seawater entering his hot rectum.
Derek inserted a third finger and spread it open still further. Scott
panted with excitement. It was a new and weird sensation to feel the
seawater flushing in and out of his anus with each breath. Fish
clustered around Scott's anus hoping for some morsel of food to be
flushed out.
Derek stroked Scott's big prostate gland, his love nut, stoking
Scott's ardour even more. God had bestowed on Scott a larger than
normal prostate gland. It was now about the size of an orange and it
worked perfectly well, even better than before. Scott felt exquis-
itely tortured by the sensations flooding up from his groin, from the
fish nibbling and sucking all over his torso, especially his erect
penis and the fact that he had locked his orgasm down. The tension
was becoming unbearable.
Derek withdrew his fingers. At Derek's suggestion, Scott contracted
his abdominal muscles and expelled out through his anus the seawater
that had flooded into his colon. Small colourful fish darted off
downwards and gobbled down the bits of proteinaceous matter that had
been expelled.
Derek placed his hands firmly on Scott's waist and put his cock head
up against Scott's arsehole. To Scott it felt as big as a peach. He
wanted it inside him badly. He raised his legs. His anal pucker
opened up and sucked eagerly at Derek's cock head.
Derek: << Ready to go, mate? >>
Scott: << Oh yeah, am I ever! Don't buggerise around. Just fuck me.
Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. >>
Derek: << OK, then, here goes. >>
Derek gently thrust his big beautifully lubricated cock up into
Scott's willing arsehole. Scott's anal sphincters formed a tight ring
around Derek's penis that slid down the length of his penis. Scott's
insides were pure pleasure. The strong muscles inside Scott's pelvis
were hard and tight around his penile shaft. Scott gave a deep groan
of pure bliss as he felt Derek's enormous penis sliding deep inside
him. He was in raptures as it pushed up against then past his
prostate gland. The penis continued on and penetrated him to his
deepest core. It was so big and thick that it filled him with
complete joy. He almost couldn't breathe. He couldn't anyway because
he was underwater. The sensation of having Derek's mighty penis all
the way inside him was so intense that it was almost painful. It was
almost like having a fence post shoved up his arsehole but it was
incredibly voluptuous, wanton, lust provoking and downright yummy.
Derek got Scott to straighten up his legs again. Scott's muscular
arse clamped tightly around his penis. It felt wonderful.
Having buried his penis to the hilt inside Scott's magnificently
muscled torso, Derek withdrew a little and thrust in again as far as
he could go. He wrapped his arms around Scott's waist and delighted
in feeling the big hard cobblestones of Scott's abdominal muscles. He
could feel Scott's mighty heart beating wildly against his cock head
thrust up next to it. He kept his penis thrust deep inside for a
minute or too while he savoured the feeling of Scott's huge,
powerfully muscular and intensely alive body pulsating vigorously all
around his penis and against his own body.
Scott's mind was linked to his. He knew the pleasure he was giving
Derek and he revelled in it. He arched his back against Derek and
delighted in feeling Derek's strong hands holding his fantastically
muscular belly.
A stream of precum flowed out of Scott's enormous rock-hard penis.
Small fish gathered excitedly around the piss slit and guzzled down
the milky drops as they issued forth from the orifice. Scott was at a
high pitch of sexual excitement. He was a superman more powerful than
his wildest dreams and he was being fucked by Derek, the superhuman
muscleman of his dreams. And Derek thought he looked just like
Superman. And he was being fucked underwater with multitudinous
swarms of fish nibbling greedily at his huge penis. It was better
than any dream. It was indeed a celebratory occasion.
In his exuberance, he increased the size of his penis even more. As
he pumped energy into it and transformed it, he was delighted to see
his already enormous penis thicken and elongate into a monstrous
appendage. He let it grow until it was even bigger than it was before
he had become a superman. That was when he was the 666-pound muscle
monster.
The fish were baffled by the growing penis. Others rushed in and
nibbled at the orifice excreting prostatic fluid. Soon fish were
nibbling and sucking at the entire length of the gigantic penis.
He felt Derek behind him laugh with amazement. Derek's mighty cock
was still thrust up deep inside him.
Derek estimated the length at 75 centimetres (30 inches) and the
diameter as 12 centimetres (4.75 inches).
Derek: << How the hell did Cave Bear fit that huge bloody great prong
of yours up his arse? It's as big as a baseball bat and it's heaps
thicker. >>
Scott confessed with a laugh that it was even bigger than it was when
he fucked Cave Bear.
Derek's eyes were round with amazement. He stroked it with his hands,
brushing away the eager fish. He was very much aroused by the feel of
Scott's gigantic penis in his hands. So was Scott.
Derek: << Shit a brick! It's even bigger than Big Dick's cock. If
ever you want to stick that bloody great monster up my arse, I'm going
to have to rearrange my insides considerably. I reckon I'll have to
lengthen my torso too so it's as big as Cave Bear's, otherwise it'd be
coming out of my mouth. >>
Scott went into fits of laughter. As he shook with laughter, Derek's
huge steel-hard cock stimulated his insides greatly. The pressure to
release the locked down orgasm increased. His balls felt full to
bursting. His groin ached with congestion.
Derek nibbled Scott's neck, increasing Scott's sexual excitement even
more.
Derek: << Scott, you're so hot, you gorgeous great big huge long-
dicked muscleman. I'm going crazy because I'm fucking Superman
himself. You're Superman and I'm fucking you. >>
Scott: << You're going crazy? I'm fucking nuts. This is fucking
fantastic! >>
He paused as a thought forced its way through his sex-disordered mind.
<< Who's Big Dick? >>
Derek flashed an image of his friend the giant part-aboriginal
superman. He stood 215 centimetres tall (7'1") and weighed 225
kilograms (495 pounds) of solid hard muscle. He lived up to his name
with a penis two feet (60 cm) long. Derek loved and admired him. He
had been a superman much longer than Derek had been, seventeen years
in fact. Scott was momentarily awed. Big Dick was even bigger than
Cave Bear and a lot better looking. Derek informed Scott that he
would meet him sometime in the New Year.
Scott started mulling over the thought of all Derek's friends and
lovers. He was distracted when Derek started thrusting into him
again. All other thoughts were washed away by the sensations of
Derek's huge penis pushing into him through his arsehole.
The speed and intensity of the strokes increased. Derek started
withdrawing his cock until just the cock head was held inside Scott's
arse by his tight anal sphincters. Then he thrust his cock rapidly
its full length up deep into Scott's torso so that it reached his
pounding heart. The sensation was so stimulating and intense for
Scott that it was almost painful. It was a truly incredible feeling
to have Derek's big thick cock ramming up through his arsehole,
pounding up past his prostate and thrusting up his rectum until it
reached the end of its stroke up against the diaphragm next to his
heart. His anal sphincters were stretched tightly around the massive
shaft of Derek's thrusting penis. His whole body thrummed with sexual
tension.
Derek found it sheer delight to thrust his mighty cock into Scott's
massively muscular body. It was like how he imagined fucking
Superman. In fact it was even better than he imagined it. Scott's
mighty body literally bulged with great big hard muscles all over.
Scott's shoulders and back were very broad and thick with muscle. His
arms were huge. His belly was a heaving rock wall of muscle.
The perfect bubble butt of Scott's big rock-hard hemispheres of butt
muscle clamped around Derek's thick thrusting penis and jutted back
against Derek's groin, increasing his pleasure still further.
Scott's anal sphincters formed a tight ring around the shaft of his
penis as he joyfully thrust it in. Scott's pelvis was packed with
strong hard muscles that pressed against the shaft of his penis.
Scott's enlarged prostate formed an exquisitely sensitive lump that
pressed against the underside of Derek's penis as it thrust up inside
him. Derek found it a real pleasure to feel it rubbing against his
penis as it pushed past. Scott loved it too as he felt Derek's penis
pushing into it and past it. The enlarged and sensitive prostate
enhanced greatly his pleasure at being fucked by Derek.
Deeper inside Scott's truly magnificent torso, Derek's penis found the
exquisitely soft and sensual pleasures of Scott's internal organs. To
Derek it felt like he was sticking his penis into warm liquid-centred
chocolate.
Further up inside that magnificent torso his cock head would come to a
stop up against Scott's heaving diaphragm and wildly beating heart.
All Scott's insides were pulsating against his penis. Scott felt so
wonderfully and intensely alive and muscular that Derek was on the
sunlit peaks of joy fucking him. And he knew that Scott was in
raptures being fucked by him.
Scott wanted to ask Derek telepathically if it was OK to release the
block on his orgasm. However, such was the stormy tumult of sexual
excitement in his mind that it was impossible for him to form the
words.
Derek knew however.
<< You can shoot your wad anytime you like. Go, man, go! >>
So lost was Scott in his sexual tumult that he had difficulty finding
his release. Derek increased the vigour of his thrusts into Scott,
shaking him to the core. Scott was wild with excitement. Each thrust
of Derek's penis into him gave him raptures. He was enjoying himself
too much to want to shoot his wad but he was desperate for his sexual
release. Derek continued full of muscular enthusiasm ramming his cock
into him.
Finally Scott found the release trigger in his mind and let go. The
aching tense congestion low in his groin contracted brutally, almost
painfully around Derek's thrusting penis, which at that moment was the
focal point of his whole being. It felt as if a volcano was erupting
inside his tight muscular groin. His balls contracted and boiled.
His lower pelvis felt as if it contained a seething cauldron of red-
hot lava. With a mighty contraction deep in the base of his being,
his semen erupted out of his balls and his groin, then gushed out
along the length of his monstrous penis and erupted like a geyser from
the orifice at the end of his penis into the water.
A brightly coloured red, purple and green fish about 30 centimetres
(12 inches) long with yellow fins was nibbling at the end of the
penis. It received the thick roiling mass of semen full in its face.
It grabbed at the semen with its mouth but there was too much for it
to swallow all at once. Many other gaily coloured fish darted at the
big wad of semen floating in the water, grabbed at it and in less than
a second they had consumed the lot. That wad of semen was quickly
followed by a long volley of semen squirting out vigorously from the
end of Scott's huge penis. More fish rushed in grabbing at and
gobbling up the gobs of semen squirting into the water. They pushed
and shoved at one another in their eagerness to eat Scott's semen.
Within a few seconds, Scott and Derek were at the centre of a gaily
coloured feeding frenzy.
Scott was in raptures. Derek's penis thrusting up his arsehole deep
into his torso was pumping him to ever greater heights of ecstasy.
His whole being thrummed and pulsated with thrusting pumping orgasmic
bliss. Each squirt of semen up out of his groin along the length of
his shaft out of the end of his penis and into the water was sheer
joy. If he could have screamed underwater, he would have. He was in
a state of total ecstatic bliss.
It was wonderful for Scott to feel Derek's powerfully muscled body
thrusting his big penis deep up inside him. It was wonderful to feel
the insides of his pelvis contracting strongly and pumping his spunk
out into the seawater and into the roiling mass of brightly coloured
fish eager to feed on his semen.
The fish bumped and wriggled against the bodies of the two men. They
nibbled and bit at Scott's pulsating penis in their frantic rush to
eat Scott's semen.
It was sheer joy for Derek to pump his penis up Scott's arsehole and
to feel his anal sphincters forming tight bands around his cock. It
was sheer joy to thrust his penis deep up into Scott's breathtakingly
and magnificently muscular torso. It was sheer joy to feel the huge
tumult of orgasmic bliss inside Scott's body pulsating strongly
against his thrusting cock.
Derek kept on pumping his cock vigorously into Scott, stoking Scott's
orgasmic passion to the utmost. Scott was enjoying it to the full.
Scott felt as though a pillar of fire was being thrust into him. It
was the utmost bliss and joy.
Finally Derek released the block on his orgasm. He thrust his penis
as far as it could go up Scott's arse into his hugely muscular torso.
With an underwater howl of ecstasy, he let go and fired thick hot
juicy wads of semen into the depths of Scott's bowels, right into the
centre of Scott's body. Scott felt Derek's hot pulses of joy rushing
into the depths of his being. His orgasmic ecstasy increased further
at feeling his lover ejaculate inside him.
Their telepathically linked orgasms entwined around one another in a
great ecstatic pillar of fire. Their minds ran together in orgasmic
bliss. Their bodies felt like two nuclear reactors melting down
together in an orgasmic storm of molten metal.
Each was filled with joy and bliss because they were both having sex
with the man of their dreams. Their hitherto unrequited lust for each
other was being beautifully and wonderfully fulfilled underwater. It
exceeded Scott's hottest jerk-off fantasies. And Derek was fucking a
man who was a dead ringer for Superman.
Meanwhile the feeding frenzy of the multitude of multi-coloured fish
continued around the two men locked together in orgasmic bliss. The
fish swirled and darted around the men's bodies as they fought to
snatch a mouthful of Scott's semen as it gushed bountifully forth from
the end of his penis. As soon as a gob of semen squirted into the
seawater, several fish grabbed at it greedily. Each fought to grab a
mouthful until it had all vanished down their fishy throats. Other
fish nibbled at the throbbing shaft of Scott's enormous penis,
stimulating Scott's orgasmic fervour even more.
Derek clutched tightly Scott's powerful body. Every one of Derek's
muscles was tense and bulging. His entire body was clenched in an
orgasmic spasm with his mighty cock thrust up Scott's arsehole to the
hilt as it spurted his semen up into Scott's massively muscular torso.
Their minds were telepathically linked and Derek's soaring passion
spurred Scott's orgasm to ever greater heights.
Scott's body was arched backwards against Derek behind him. His mouth
was open in a silent underwater scream of the purest ecstatic bliss.
His whole being thrummed with a joyfully gushing orgasm.
Fish nudged against Derek in their eagerness to consume Scott's semen
that squirted in copious quantities into the seawater. They seemed to
be nudging and nibbling at the entire skin surface of the two muscular
supermen locked together in their orgasmic embrace.
It came to an end. The fountain of semen feeding the fish from
Scott's penis dribbled to a halt. Disappointed fish nibbled and
sucked at Scott's piss slit. Scott giggled as the fish tickled his
huge ramrod stiff penis sticking out in front of him. The rest of the
substantial shoal of fish hung hopefully around the two men as they
stayed locked together in a joyous post-orgasmic embrace. Derek's
penis was locked stiff as it remained thrust up Scott's arsehole.
Scott: << This is wonderful. >>
He gave a silent underwater moan.
Derek ran his hands over Scott's magnificent body. He delighted in
feeling every bump and bulge of Scott's huge hard muscles. He was
enjoying Scott's body to the full. It was sheer joy to have his erect
penis buried deep inside Scott's heroic torso and to feel Scott's
heart beating against his cock head.
Suddenly all the fish disappeared in a flash. They swam away helter-
skelter and vanished into the crevices of the nearby reefs and rocky
outcrops in the lagoon.
Scott: << What's going on? What's happening? >>
As he sent the thoughts to Derek, he saw in the distance the murky
outline of something very big swimming through the water towards them.
It swam closer. Scott saw that it was an enormous shark coming
rapidly towards them.
Scott's heart pounded with fear as he realised that they were sharing
the lagoon with this huge shark. The shark's great maw was agape.
Scott saw that it was filled with many viciously sharp serrated teeth.
The maw looked like the orifice of a wood-chipping machine filled with
razor-sharp triangular teeth. Scott went into a cold sweat.
Derek rested his chin on Scott's shoulder and ran his hands over
Scott's chest comfortingly. He felt Scott's heart pounding on the end
of his cock.
Scott felt horribly exposed. He was completely naked. Derek was
behind him. Scott was between Derek and the approaching shark.
Derek sent out soothing thoughts. << Scott, you are a superman, a
great big super-strong super-hunky superman. Have faith in your God-
given super powers. You are invulnerable. You are more powerful than
Superman himself. The shark cannot hurt you. If it tries to bite
you, it will break its teeth upon your rock hard invulnerable flesh.
Your skin will remain unmarked. I repeat, Scott, it cannot possibly
hurt you. >>
The shark drew closer. Suddenly it spread out its broad pectoral fins
and came to a halt about two metres (six feet) away from them. Slowly
it turned and cautiously circled them, regarding the two men
suspiciously with its black eyes.
A thrill went down Scott's spine when he saw just how big the shark
was, even though Derek was holding him tight. The shark was six
metres (20 feet) long from nose to tail. It was a monster.
There were faint stripes on the upper half of its body. Scott saw
some old faded scars behind the dorsal fin.
Derek peered into the shark's tiny little mind.
<< She knows. She knows what we are. She's tried eating supermen
before and she lost all her teeth. She had to go hungry for months
until her teeth grew back. She's remembered what happens. Trouble
is, she's still hungry but she won't go for us. >>
Scott: <+ She? Female? +>
Derek recognised the shark from his American friend Lou's description.
He saw inside the shark with his cryptoscopic sense, something like X-
ray vision where he can sense things inside or behind something else.
He saw the shark's internal organs. Scott's mind was linked to
Derek's. He saw too. Derek showed Scott the shark's ovaries and
uterus. The shark was definitely female and it was a tiger shark.
Derek informed Scott that the female tiger sharks are usually bigger
than the males. This was quite an old female about forty years old.
She was huge.
The shark slowed down in front of them. She regarded them
distrustfully.
Derek: << Scott, meet Sue the shark. >>
Scott: << Sue?! A shark named Sue? >>
He burst out into incredulous laughter. His body shook. It felt
fantastic with Derek's big penis up inside him as he laughed. It was
very stimulating. He became quite aroused feeling his body shaking
around Derek's cock.
Derek continued holding onto Scott. He noted that the shark's uterus
(womb) was empty. He communicated that fact telepathically to his
friend Lou Joad, who was living at the Mount Remarkable Community.
Lou returned the information that Sue had lost the pups she was
carrying. She had tried to eat Lou and one of his lovers while they
were having sex together in this very lagoon about six months ago. As
a result she had lost all her teeth biting on the two invulnerable
supermen fucking. That had hurt her. Not only that but she starved
for months until her teeth grew back. Because of that, she had
aborted her pregnancy and eaten the foetuses she had been carrying
within her.
Scott: << Why is she called Sue? >>
Lou informed him that she was named after a nasty bitch of a manager
of customer services in a state government department in South
Australia. Lou had been working on the computer help desk, which was
part of the customer services branch of the computer services
division. Lou had a good knowledge of computers and had worked well
on the help desk. However, he had difficulties getting on with the
help desk supervisor and his boss, the manager whose name was Sue.
Sue had sacked Lou after he had been working there for about a year.
People were incredulous that a public servant could have been sacked.
However, Lou was not an Australian citizen but a US citizen.
Therefore he was not eligible for permanent employment in the South
Australian Public Service. He could only be a temporary.
Scott: << Just imagine that shark in a swimming pool! >>
It was easy to. The water was of limpid clarity, like in a well-kept
swimming pool. Scott imagined the monster shark in the swimming pool
at Willabalangaloo. He laughed as he thought of the panic it would
cause, especially that nasty little blonde woman with the tiny titties
scrambling in a desperate panic up the ladder along with everyone
else. She would not be worth eating, she was so thin.
Scott shook with laughter. As he laughed, Derek's penis felt
fantastic up his arse. It had not slackened once during this
encounter with the shark. Derek was not the least bit afraid.
Scott's penis stiffened rapidly until it was rock hard again. It
jutted out into the water in front of him.
The tiger shark was very hungry. She had only eaten a little since
her teeth had been knocked out six months previously. She hung around
the two conjoined supermen because she wanted meat, lots of meat. The
two humans were both very big and very muscular. They had lots of
meat on their bones. However, she remembered the pain of losing her
teeth on the other supermen's invulnerable flesh and the months of
hunger that followed. She had tried to eat supermen several times
before and each time she had lost her teeth and suffered a lot of
pain. Each time afterwards she had starved until her new teeth had
grown again. She was in a quandary and very hungry. However, she was
anxious not to repeat her previous painful experience with the
invulnerable supermen.
In addition, she had dined on a human being nearly a month previously
and it had been a very unsatisfactory meal. He had been all skinny
and bony; there was not much meat and hardly any fat on his body.
Also he had a foul taste.
The man who had fallen victim to Sue's appetite was one of a crew of
Australians sailing in a catamaran from Perth in Western Australia
across the Indian Ocean to the Suez Canal and the Mediterranean Sea.
The man, named Russell, was a thin man, 185 centimetres (6'1") tall
and weighed 65 kilograms (143 pounds). The boat was becalmed in hot
weather northeast of Madagascar on its way to Victoria, the capital of
the Seychelles. While the boat's crew was waiting for a wind, Russell
had jumped overboard into the ocean for a swim. He had been splashing
around happily in the water and inviting the others to jump in with
him. The water was great.
Suddenly the shark appeared underneath him. Her great maw opened up,
chomped on him and engulfed him. He had died very quickly when she
dragged him underwater. He did not taste good because he had eaten a
Mexican meal the previous evening. It had been cooked by his
girlfriend Wanda. It had not been well appreciated by the rest of the
crew. Patrick, another crewmember, had said it had tasted like
tequila and soursobs (oxalis); he had refused to eat more than a few
mouthfuls. Russell had eaten the meal to please Wanda.
The shark had found the taste of Russell unpleasant. She had consumed
little of him. She spat out the rest of his battered mortal remains,
which sank to the seafloor five kilometres (3 miles) below.
Andrew, the captain of the catamaran had taken a photograph of Russell
with his digital camera at the instant Russell was taken by the shark.
The attack had happened so quickly that Andrew had not realised what
had happened until he heard the screaming from the other crewmembers.
He looked up and saw that Russell had disappeared. He did not realise
that he had photographed the instant of the shark's attack until he
had gone back later over the pictures in the camera. He had thought
he was just photographing Russell swimming in the ocean. Russell was
gone in an instant.
Andrew's friend Patrick had walked into Andrew's cabin and saw Andrew
staring at the digital photograph on the screen of his laptop. Patrick
asked him why he was torturing himself by staring at the photograph
and reliving the horror. Andrew could not answer. The best that
Andrew could say is that he had not witnessed the instant when Russell
was taken. He was too busy taking the photo at that very instant.
Patrick looked at the picture on the screen. He saw the shark's head
coming out of the water and her jaws clamping around Russell's thin
body. Her mouth was as wide as Russell's torso was long. Her black
eyes were like lumps of coal and appeared about as expressionless.
Her razor-like teeth were just biting into Russell's body. Russell
had a look of stunned surprise on his face. He did not know what was
happening. An instant later he had been dragged underwater and was
dying.
Patrick did his best to assuage his friend's grief and guilt. It was
difficult. They spent a long time talking.
Wanda, Russell's girlfriend was rendered catatonic with grief. She
refused to eat or speak. She had spent the rest of the voyage lying
in her bunk with her face to the wall. Her eyes remained dry.
The remainder of the crew decided to turn around and head to
Madagascar. Wanda and her friend Marion had flown back to Perth from
Madagascar. The rest of the crew had decided to abort the trip and
sail back home to Perth. Their enthusiasm for the voyage had
completely drained away. It was a difficult time for all of them.
Lou had been following the shark telepathically for some six months
now, ever since she had first tried to eat him and his lover in the
lagoon of Holey Dollar Island. He had witnessed telepathically the
tragedy in the Indian Ocean.
Scott remembered the story. It had been prominent in the Australian
news media. "Shark Horror in Indian Ocean" was the headline in the
'Canberra Times' newspaper.
A little while ago the shark had swum into the lagoon on the incoming
tide. The inrush of water through the narrow but deep channel had
carried her in with little effort on her part. She had cruised around
the lagoon and had found nothing to eat.
It was about this time of year that fledgling booby chicks would learn
to fly. The plump baby boobies would land in the waters of the lagoon
to rest. The shark would come up and grab them from underneath. She
would dine well.
However, she was just a little early this year. The baby boobies had
not yet started flying.
The shark stayed in the lagoon because she was unwilling to spend her
meagre energy reserves swimming against the strong tidal current
flowing in through the channel. She preferred to wait until the tide
started to recede and she would swim out on the out-flowing current
back to the ocean. She would waste hardly any energy at all.
She circled the men once more and came up closer to them. Her
fearsomely toothy mouth was half agape. She came to a halt about a
metre and a half (five feet) in front of them.
Scott's hard erect penis jutted out in front of him. Full of bravado,
he thrust his penis towards the shark's mouth.
"Suck my cock, bitch," he said, blowing a few bubbles.
The tiger shark backed off. She did not like having Scott's giant
erect penis shoved in her face. Scott giggled, enjoying the feel of
Derek's steel hard cock up his arse.
Derek: << Try that approach on a human female, mate, and she won't be
impressed. Sue the Shark isn't impressed either. Look at her. She
doesn't want it. >>
Scott laughed a full-bellied laugh. His whole body shook around
Derek's penis. It felt fantastic. Feeling his body moving and
shaking around Derek's penis inside him was incredibly stimulating and
nice. His passion rose.
Derek started thrusting his penis once again into Scott's arsehole and
deep into Scott's torso. He really enjoyed fucking the splendidly
muscular superman that Scott had become. He lengthened his stroke and
thrust his cock its full length up Scott's anus.
Spurred on by Derek's thrusting and the presence of the huge shark
regarding them balefully, Scott's sexual tension built quickly.
Derek exploded into orgasm. It was pure joy to shoot his semen deep
into Scott's torso. He clutched Scott's body tightly with his penis
thrust deep inside Scott.
Feeling Derek come inside him caused orgasm to hit Scott like a
thunderbolt. A volley of his semen gushed out into the water and
formed a white cloud around the end of his enormous penis. More semen
squirted out and the cloud grew bigger. Curious, the shark came
closer and sniffed at the semen. She lost interest rapidly and moved
away. It was not worth her eating it.
However, the remora (sucker fish) attached to her belly was very
interested. It detached itself and darted into the growing cloud of
semen floating around Scott's penis. It greedily gobbled down the
gobs of semen suspended in the water. It merrily darted in and out
and round about the cloud feasting on the semen. It too had gone
hungry.
Meanwhile, the tide had already reached its flood in the lagoon. It
was now starting to recede.
The shark heard the tidal current stop, reverse its direction and
commence flowing out of the lagoon to the ocean. She turned and swam
away towards the channel. She was not willing to chance her teeth on
supermen again.
The remora saw its ride swimming away into the distance. It stopped
feeding immediately and swam off after the shark with a rapid sinuous
grace. As the shark faded into the distance, the remora caught up
with her and attached itself to her belly once more. It felt a lot
better fed now, a lot less hungry than its host.
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Continued in Part 46.
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