Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2007 03:32:37 -0800 (PST) From: Wombat Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #46' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 46 ! ?? ] The Old Valley Road Hotel. By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Chapter 5 part 11. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Part 46: The Groper ------------------------------------ With the shark gone, the two men's train of tsunami-like orgasms continued unabated. Derek continued pumping his spunk into the torso of his splendidly muscular lover while Scott continued squirting his spunk into the seawater. The white cloud issuing from Scott's penis grew bigger. Their interlinked minds were lost in wonder and love. The orgasmic fervour came to an end. Derek and Scott remained clasped together in post-coital bliss. Derek happily rested his chin on Scott's thickly muscled shoulder. He kept his arms wrapped around his lover and his still-erect penis remained filling Scott's arse. Now that the shark had gone, some fish appeared tentatively from their hidey-holes. They approached cautiously, keeping a keen eye out for the monstrous predator that had so recently terrorised them. The fish started darting into the cloud of semen that hung in front of Scott, gorging themselves on the floating white gobs. Others joined them. The shoal grew quickly to its former size. Soon a gaily- coloured feeding frenzy was in progress. The cloud of Scott's spunk rapidly disappeared down the gullets of a myriad of fish. Derek and Scott watched entranced by the horde of multi-coloured fish swooping and darting around them. There were many different species of fish present and they came in all sizes from fingerlings to big bulky fish 1.5 metres (5 feet) long). Derek and Scott remained together at the bottom of the blue lagoon. Derek kept his arms around Scott's slim hard muscular waist and his stiff cock up Scott's arse. << Hey, guys, Sue the Shark's learnt her lesson. She learnt not to try and eat us supermen. Hey, that's great. >> Lou reached out telepathically and linked up with Scott and Derek again. The two conjoined men received the sensations of Lou sitting on the back of a big horse as it walked through the aromatic eucalyptus forest along the banks of Sailor Jack Creek that flowed from Black Range towards the western ramparts of Mount Remarkable. Lou was riding easily upon a massive and heavily built grey Percheron stallion named Roscoe. The horse weighed about 1900 kilograms (4200 pounds, 1.9 tons) and stood 22 hands (88 in. - 224 cm.) high. He was quite strong enough to carry Lou's heavily muscled frame. After all, Roscoe's ancestors were bred to carry medieval French knights charging into battle. A knight fully suited in armour and kitted out for battle would weigh about a third of a ton (330 kilograms). Lou, along with number of other horse riders, was droving a flock of sheep towards the main community. It was late in the afternoon and the sunlight slanted between the trunks of the gum trees. He had waited until the orgasmic storm convulsing Derek and Scott had passed before making contact with them again. Their glorious sex had stirred him up too. He was wryly amused at the way the two men stayed together connected by Derek's penis and with Derek's arms wrapped around Scott. The horses were tiring, as were the kelpie sheep dogs. The normal humans in the party were tired, hot and looking forward to a shower and a meal. They had to proceed slowly because the animals had to pick their way carefully over the rocky creek bank. It was a hot, dry and dusty afternoon in the South Australian bush. The supermen were mounted on the big Percheron stallions and they kept a gentle control over things. Scott was fascinated by the fact it was late afternoon in South Australia and at the same time the early afternoon sun shone almost vertically down into the waters of the lagoon of Holey Dollar Island. Derek pointed out that South Australian daylight saving time was seven and a half hours ahead of Seychelles time. The Seychelles islands were seven time zones west of Sydney. Lou's party was droving the sheep to safer ground because of the risk of bushfires. A scorching hot day with strong north winds was forecast for Christmas Day. It was all too possible that a careless camper at Mambray Creek would let a fire get away. It would rapidly become a bushfire, roar up Black Range, across Spring Creek Valley, incinerate the sheep, and then race up the flanks of Mount Remarkable. The Community members hoped that would not happen but the sheep were moved just in case. Jim Wadnapanjarra was leading the party. He was a strongly built superman from the Adnyamathanha People who were the Aboriginal inhabitants of the North Flinders Ranges. He was aged in his late sixties with a full head of grey curly hair and he had extensive experience as a stockman before he joined the Mount Remarkable Community many years ago. He was well liked in the Community. His smooth unwrinkled skin was a very dark brown, almost black; he was a full-blood Aboriginal. His dark brown eyes were penetrating and hypnotic. He rode a large strong stockhorse. The normal people in the droving party, all whites, treated him with great awe and respect. Some thought he was some kind of medicine man or sorcerer. That was a simplified approximation of the truth. Jim was accompanied by Lou and four other supermen, all riding Percherons. About a dozen normal people came with them to share an authentic rural Australian experience. A couple of them had little experience with riding horses and were feeling distinctly saddle sore at the end of the day. Lou considered many of the normals were real dudes, which was ironic considering that most were Australians, but they were all from the capital cities. The rest of the party came from the U.S.A., New Zealand, England and Sweden. There was only one other American in the party and he was definitely not a dude. He could ride a horse well. He was a quiet young blond man named Brad. He did not say much, but he hung around Lou. He admired his hugely muscular countryman who was friendly towards him. The American had become sunburnt because he was not used to the hot Australian sun. At a rest stop, Lou had got him to take off his shirt and he rubbed the Community's special herbal sunburn lotion over the man's neck and arms. Brad was a skinny guy. The relief of the pain was instantaneous. Brad was overcome with gratitude. Brad marvelled that Lou had not been sunburnt. Lou was wearing old jeans and an old khaki shirt with the sleeves torn off. His massively powerful and well-veined arms were completely uncovered. The front was open, displaying Lou's impressive and extraordinary musculature. Lou's skin was a good rich tan. Lou's Akubra bushman's hat stayed hanging from the back of his neck by the chinstrap most of the time. It never stayed on his head when Roscoe got up to a gallop. Lars, from Sweden, had covered all his exposed skin in yellow and blue zinc cream. He called it his war paint. Brenda, the woman riding next to Lou, thought he looked like a clown. Lars was very fair- skinned. His hair was almost white. Brenda rode her mare on the other side of Lou from Brad. She was a well-rounded Australian woman aged in her mid thirties with curly red hair and blue eyes. She had driven over from Whyalla, which is the steel mill city on the western side of Spencer Gulf. She liked the big, very powerful American very much. She liked his massively huge, hard, bulging and very well-defined and veiny muscles. She liked his massive broad shoulders, his thickly muscled chest and his mighty arms bulging with huge hard muscles networked with veins. His biceps were like bowling balls. His neck was thick and muscular like that of a champion stallion. She liked his straight brown hair, long shaggy sideburns and his big bushy walrus moustache. She liked his strong square jaw, straight nose and chiselled cheekbones. Above all she liked his big deep-set and wide-set brown eyes with thick eyebrows set in a handsome face. He had the rugged masculine good looks of a soldier or a professional footballer. He looked dangerously and deliciously exotic. He was huge. And he had a lovely smile. She would think of looking into Lou's beautiful soulful brown eyes and kissing his full sensuous lips beneath the bushy moustache that would tickle her. His strong mighty thickly muscled arms would wrap themselves around her and hold her tight as he kissed her passionately. Her vagina ran wet at the thought. It was several years since she last had a man. And this big American hunk would do very nicely indeed. Lou read all her thoughts. He was quite willing to fuck her tonight. Maybe he could make her a telepath and perhaps recruit her into the Order as a superwoman. God was happy for Lou to fuck Brenda and bring her to Him. But those issues could wait for the moment. He did not have to be a telepath to see that she was very interested in him. That was clear from the way she smiled at him, made eyes at him and pointed her full round breasts at him. However, Lou was going play her slowly and carefully like landing a big game fish. It was going to be an enjoyable experience for both of them. On the other side of Brenda rode Lachlan. Lou thought he was a real dude. Lachlan was a short lean young man all dressed up in his R.M. Williams blue striped shirt, pale fawn moleskins, leather riding boots, felt Akubra hat and blue cotton neckerchief. He was trying to look like a real Australian but his whole appearance screamed posh expensive Adelaide private school. His outfit was looking a little creased and grubby now at the end of the day spent on horseback in the dust. He did know how to ride though, Lou noticed. Adelaide Hunt Club or something like that. Lachlan had driven up from Adelaide in his shiny new blue MG-F a few days previously. Lachlan was vying for Brenda's attention. She was not the least bit interested in him. She considered him to be a little prick, full of airs and graces. And he was too much the young dandy for her. She had actually asked him earlier in the day why he was all dressed up like a pox doctor's clerk. Brenda was much more interested in Lou. It was hard for her to tell how old he was but she was sure that he was all man. Lachlan disliked Lou. The American's Kansas drawl grated on his sensitivities. However, Lou was much too big for Lachlan to want to pick a fight with him. Lou's brain was multitasking. He was talking to Brenda, fielding Lachlan's interruptions graciously, ensuring that Brad didn't feel left out as well as conversing telepathically with the two supermen at the bottom of the lagoon of Holey Dollar Island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Scott was curious about Lou. A rapid stream of information flowed from Lou's mind to Scott's mind. Derek filled in bits as needed. Louis (Lou) Joad was born and grew up in Dodge City, Kansas in the United States of America. His parents ran a supermarket in the main street. He was the younger male of the family and the third child. He had an older brother and two sisters, one each side. He was bored with living in a city of 25,000 in the wide flat prairies of Kansas. He had started his working life as a shelf stacker and he did not want end his days helping to manage a supermarket for his father. While at high school, he played football (gridiron) keenly. He was big, strong, fit and fast. He was regarded as one of the top jocks at school and one of the best players. At seventeen he had played a heinous prank on a teacher. She was slowly driving her old Chevrolet in the teachers' car park towards Lou and a group of friends. He aimed a karate kick at the car's front bumper and the air bag exploded in the teacher's face. Her car accelerated into a group of other teachers' cars and pushed them all together. It was a dreadful mess. He immediately acquired hero status amongst his friends. However, the deed resulted in a difficult interview with the principal and his consequent expulsion from high school. His father put him to work as a shelf stacker in his supermarket in the main street of Dodge City. Lou quickly became bored. He became interested in scuba diving and developed a fascination with the Great Barrier Reef off the coast of Queensland. At the age of eighteen he left home and flew across the Pacific Ocean to Australia. He had got a job working on a dive boat that operated out of Cairns in the north of Queensland taking tourists on scuba diving expeditions on the Great Barrier Reef. The strong and cheerful young American became popular with the rest of the boat's crew. He was particularly well liked by many of the American tourists. He did not have a moustache when he arrived in Australia. He grew that only after he had joined the Order more than six years later. Whilst working from Cairns, he gained his qualifications as a diving instructor. That had increased his pay considerably. The halcyon days had lasted nearly five years and Lou had made quite a lot of money. It all came to an abrupt end when there was some unpleasant business between Lou and a very wealthy American businessman who had chartered the dive boat. Lou strongly disapproved of the way the American man was beating the attractive blonde woman accompanying him and said so. He felt a sense of shame at the bad behaviour of his fellow countryman. Lou was a strong-willed and determined young man and he refused to apologise. As a result he was obliged to leave his job. Lou had saved quite a lot of money while working as a dive instructor and he had hardly any holidays in the five years he had held the job. He was unable to find another job in Cairns. He decided therefore to live off his savings and travel around seeing the rest of Australia. After about a year he ran out of money in South Australia and had to find a job. Still, it had been good travelling around. He had seen Brisbane, Sydney, Canberra, Melbourne and a lot of country in between. He had hitchhiked down from Cairns to Brisbane where he had bought a trusty and reliable Ford Falcon station wagon with a six-cylinder motor. It was eleven years old, mid 80s vintage. It was a bit rough but quite cheap. From Brisbane Lou had driven down the Pacific Highway along the coast of New South Wales to Sydney. After spending some time exploring around Sydney he travelled around New South Wales, going as far west as Bourke and Broken Hill. From Broken Hill he traversed the Outback of the New South Wales, driving up through Tibooburra then across the border in Queensland again up to Birdsville at the head of the famed Birdsville track. From there he headed east through Charleville, south through Cunnamulla then east again to Goondiwindi. He drove south through New England to Parkes then on to Canberra. He stayed a few days in the national capital then drove on in a very approximately southwesterly direction to Melbourne. From there he drove around Victoria and across the border into South Australia. When in Adelaide, he did his sums and discovered he did not have enough money to pay for the petrol to drive the 3000 kilometres (2000 miles) across the Nullarbor Plain to Perth in Western Australia. The Ford was heavy on petrol. Fuel prices in rural South Australia were outrageously expensive, particularly heading west from Port Augusta. He saw advertised a job for a computer help desk operator in a South Australian government department. He was knowledgeable about computers. He applied for the job and got it. The pay was OK, not nearly as much as he had been earning as a diving instructor. Hey, it was a job and he had money coming in again. It lasted nearly a year before he had the final run-in with Sue the manager and was sacked from his job. He realised afterwards that Sue had taken a strong dislike to him and had been gunning for him for a while. She had told him off several times for what he considered very minor infractions and had put him on warning that his dismissal was possible. Sue was a very harsh boss. The axe had fallen suddenly on Lou. He found himself walking out of the building without a job. He then had worked at a couple of short-term jobs around Adelaide. But most of the time he had been on unemployment benefits, known as the dole. He did not have enough money to continue his journey. The old Ford had been declared unroadworthy by the police and he could not afford to get it repaired or buy another car. He was stuck in Adelaide and he was not going to ask his parents to help out. They would have lent him his fare home and he would have had to work in his father's supermarket to pay off the loan. He did not want that. One day he had met up with Hal, who had fucked him, trained him up as a superman and recruited him into the Order. He moved up to Mount Remarkable with Hal and had stayed there more or less ever since. All this information flowed into Scott's mind while he stayed underwater in the lagoon of Holey Dollar Island with Derek's cock still stiff up his arse. While he had Derek's arms wrapped around him, he felt that he had now come to know Lou like an old friend. Derek was very fond of Lou and Scott now shared the relationship. Scott's penis had stopped squirting out semen some time ago. However the shoals of many coloured fish still hung around hopefully. Some nibbled at Scott's penis. Others mouthed the orifice to catch the small dribbles of seminal fluid. Scott was aware of Derek's other friends linking in telepathically. He could sense Lou, Fox, Chainsaw, Red and Roo. He also sensed Andy, Hal, Jenny, Kevin, Paul, Big Dick, Peter and Wolf as well as Hal's four sons. They all liked him. He realised that it was a wonderful network that he was connected up into. Thoughts passed between their minds rapidly like flashes of lightning. They knew that Scott's mind had opened up sweetly to the telepathic state once Derek had removed the roadblock of guilt. They all knew about Scott's peccadillos with Rod and Cave Bear. Scott felt a little embarrassed by them being public knowledge but the other people were amused but reassuring. Scott remembered the photographs that Rod had taken of him at the farmhouse at Willabalangaloo. Scott: << What are we going to do about those photos? >> The others laughed. From their minds Scott came to know that Derek had destroyed the negatives. The moment was replayed for Scott's edification. He saw how after Scott's departure Rod had opened up the curtains at Derek's telepathic suggestion and let the sunlight flood into the room. Then when Rod had opened the back of the camera and attempted to remove the large film canister, Derek had given the canister a small psychokinetic nudge. The canister slipped through Rod's fingers and fell heavily spool side down onto the floor. It popped open and the film unrolled across the sunlight floor. The images of Scott were destroyed in an instant. Rod wept bitters tears of frustration. Scott: << You bastard, Derek! You had me scared stiff as to what Rod was going to do with those photos and you tricked Rod into opening the film canister. You total bastard! You knew all along there were no photos any more. >> Derek wrapped his arms tightly around Scott's torso. Derek: << And now my friend, you understand what the consequences of your actions could have been. You have learnt the lesson. Aren't you relieved that the photos are no more? >> << Yes, but you really had me fooled, you bastard. >> Scott grinned happily. He appreciated the joke that Derek had played on him. He could not be angry with Derek. He knew that Derek had done it out of love for him. Scott: << But you're still a bastard. >> Derek responded by thrusting his stiff hard penis up into Scott's arsehole once again. Pleasurable sensations flooded through Scott's muscular body. Scott groaned with wordless desire. He badly wanted Derek to fuck him again. Derek kept on thrusting into him as their sexual tension built up. Scott was in a state of bliss as he felt Derek's mighty penis forge up into his inmost being. The multitude of many-coloured fish swam excitedly around the two supermen locked together in sexual fervour. They knew that another feed of semen was on its way. They nibbled impatiently on the men's writhing bodies. The sensations of the fish mouthing their bodies spurred the men on. Scott could feel the tension building in his groin as Derek kept on thrusting vigorously into his arse. It felt wonderful to have his insides stirred up so much by Derek's mighty penis thrusting into his body. He loved it. And he loved feeling Derek's strong hands roaming over the big muscles of the front of his torso. He leant back happily against Derek's muscular body thrusting into him and appreciated Derek's power and vigour. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly. He was just going to lie back and enjoy it under water. He became aware of a large dark shape swimming towards them. He felt a thrill of excitement. Maybe it was the tiger shark back again. However, he knew it could not be because the shark had already swum out to sea along the channel with the out-flowing tide. She had departed a little while ago. It swam closer and Scott saw that it was a large fish about three metres (10 feet) long. It was the colour of slate, a greenish grey colour with faint mottling. He did not know what it was but it seemed interested in the two men fucking. Derek saw it telepathically through Scott's eyes and identified it as a male giant groper or a Queensland groper. These large fish were found around coral reefs all over the warm waters of the Indian and Pacific oceans, particularly around the Great Barrier Reef off the Queensland coast. Scott was quite fearless. He did not care one bit. Derek's great big penis thrusting into him filled him with increasing bliss. The approaching orgasm hit Scott like a thunderbolt. His mouth opened in an underwater scream of joy. His groin contracted massively and boiled over in an explosive outburst. A torrent of his semen gushed out the end of his huge stiff rock-hard penis and formed a swirling white cloud in the water around the end. The many fish darted in and grabbed mouthfuls of the semen floating in the water. The feeding frenzy became frantic as more and more semen gushed out of Scott's penis into the water. The groper saw the excitement of the colourful swirling shoal of fish and barged in, shouldering the smaller fish aside. He saw Scott's enormous penis throbbing as it squirted white clouds of semen into the water. He saw the smaller fish darting in and out grabbing mouthfuls of the white stuff. He saw food. It smelled good. He pushed in through the thronging fish and first sucked in a cloud of semen. He saw the fountain of semen squirting out of Scott's penis. To his fishy mind, the long fat pink penis looked like a tasty fleshy worm gushing forth delicious white stuff. He grabbed the cock head with his mouth and sucked the entire 75- centimetre (30-inch) length of Scott's gigantic cock into his capacious mouth. He kept on sucking it vigorously with his face in Scott's groin. His nose was buried in Scott's pubic hair. Tremendous sensations flooded into Scott's body from his penis in the groper's mouth. It felt like a hundred horny hands were exuberantly massaging the entire length of his penis. The sensations spurred his mighty orgasm to still greater heights. Scott's penis was so huge that it reached through the mouth and partway down the groper's gullet. Now it was squirting semen under pressure almost directly into the groper's stomach. The groper sucked and sucked on Scott's penis but it would not come loose from Scott's invulnerable body. He tried swimming backwards pulling on the cock trying to pull it out from its anchorage. At the same time he kept on forcefully sucking on the cock. Of course, it would not budge. However, the sensations flowing from the groper pulling back on Scott's penis were fantastic. The pulling pressure on his penis root as well as the forceful sucking stimulated his penis as never before. The overwhelming sensations blurred his mind. Derek kept on fucking Scott enthusiastically. He has locked down his orgasm for the moment. He was enjoying himself hugely. At the same time he pinioned Scott's mighty arms back. He knew that if Scott grabbed the groper in the frenzied heights of his orgasmic ecstasy, he would frighten the groper away. The groper would let go of Scott's penis with a snap and swim away in a panic. The sensation would not be pleasant. Scott dimly appreciated that amid the stormy tumult of his orgasm-tossed mind. The groper kept on sucking and pulling on Scott's penis vigorously. He started swinging from side to side trying to pull it off. The sensations in Scott's groin, particularly around the penis root and the prostate, were fantastically tremendous. The groper's efforts with his cock as well as Derek thrusting his cock up Scott's arsehole were spurring Scott to an unbelievable orgasmic high. The other fish were most frustrated by the groper hogging all of Scott's spunk. They were not getting any. The bigger fish about 1.5 metres (5 feet) long started butting the groper who had clamped his mouth onto Scott's mightily erect penis. However, the groper was not going to move in a hurry. He was determined to swallow Scott's penis whole. At the same time, his stomach was filling with spunk being squirted directly into it. Derek decided to let his orgasm go. With a mighty thrust he rammed his penis as far up Scott's rectum as it could reach. His powerfully muscled body tensed up all over. His mighty muscles bulged. He blew. It was sheer unalloyed joy to squirt his spunk up Scott's tight arse and deep into Scott's splendidly muscular torso. He revelled in feeling the great big bulging muscles of Scott's incredible cobblestone abdomen. He revelled in telepathically feeling the towering peaks of Scott's orgasmic spurred on by his own orgasmic coming inside him. The conjoint orgasms continued entwining around one another. Both of them felt as if they were in an underwater thermonuclear explosion that should have made the lagoon boil furiously and erupt in a soaring mushroom cloud. Through all this the groper felt his stomach filling with the great gush of Scott's semen. He became irritated at being buffeted by the other fish. He had had enough. He realised that the prize worm he had in his mouth was not going to come away at all. Slowly and reluctantly he loosened his sucking on Scott's penis and finally let go. He charged at the other fish that skipped nimbly out of his way. They rushed into the cloud of semen still gushing forth from Scott's cock. In a frenzy they grabbed as many mouthfuls as they could. They avoided the charging groper who soon tired of the activity. He swam away. His stomach was full. The other fish continued the feeding frenzy around Scott's cock. They pushed and shoved and gobbled down as much semen as they could. Still Scott kept coming. Still he continued gushing his spunk into the water and feeding the fish. He was helpless in the grip of a huge and tumultuous orgasmic high. He revelled in feeling Derek's ramrod stiff cock rammed up his arse into his inmost vitals. He revelled in feeling Derek's hugely muscular and powerful arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He revelled in feeling Derek's strong hands grabbing the massive muscles of his cobblestone abdomen. He was in utter ecstatic bliss. The orgasm simply would not stop. However, after some time, it did. The combined orgasm of the two men came to a close. Scott and Derek leant against one another at the bottom of the lagoon spent and completely satisfied. They felt wonderful. They had been through a tremendous high together. Derek: << Reckon that will do for the moment? >> Scott gave a wordless sigh of contentment. He had been wonderfully fucked. The groper's efforts with his cock were the icing on the cake. He was blissfully happy. Derek turned Scott's head around and kissed him full on the lips. He rubbed the back of Scott's thick bull neck affectionately. Love flowed between them telepathically. After the long and dreamy kiss, the two supermen separated and floated up to the surface. Scott coughed up the water in his lungs and inhaled deeply the air he had not breathed for a couple of hours. He loved being a superman. Still there were things he had to get used to. Derek expelled the water from his lungs with a spout from his mouth. He laughed. He was filled with sheer joy. Scott looked down underwater and saw that they were in about six metres (20 feet of water). He had always been a strong swimmer. Now he was a superman, invulnerable and immortal. He was rapt. They swam to the shore until the water was too shallow to support them. They walked naked hand in hand through the shallows up to the white sandy beach. In the long soft green grass under the palm trees above the lagoon's beach was a group of about a dozen giant tortoises. Their heads popped up curiously when they saw the men approaching. Scott picked up a big old male tortoise and balanced him on his index finger. He weighed about 300 kilograms (660 pounds) but to Scott he felt as light as a feather. He spun the tortoise around on his finger supporting him. Distressed and panicky, the animal's legs waved wildly in the air. << Put him down! >> Derek commanded. << He's terrified. >> Derek was serious. << Make me. >> replied Scott cheekily. Derek exerted a psychokinetic force that lifted the tortoise from Scott's finger and set him gently down on the ground near Derek. Derek's eyes flashed with momentary anger. << Scott, don't you ever mistreat any animals. Or for that matter any humans. >> Derek meant it. He continued. << Couldn't you feel his distress telepathically? Tortoises hate being held in midair like that. >> He squatted down and stroked the tortoise under the chin. The animal's eyes became half-closed in pleasure. "Poor old thing!" he cooed. "Did the nasty man give you a fright? Poor old fellow! You'll be all better soon." Derek magicked into existence a tin of peaches preserved in syrup. The tin lid disappeared. Derek fished out a slice of peach and fed to the tortoise who ate it with relish. He fed piece after piece of peach to the tortoise who enjoyed every morsel. "I'm sorry, Derek." Scott was apologetic. "I didn't realise." Derek: << It's not me you should be sorry to. It's the tortoise. >> Abashed, Scott squatted down next Derek, who grinned at him reassuringly. He stroked the tortoise gently on the neck. The reptile ignored him. He was much more interested in the tin of peaches in Derek's hand. The other tortoises saw Derek feeding their mate and lumbered over with surprising speed. Derek fed all of them as they pushed and jostled around him. The tin soon ran out and Derek magicked into existence another tin. The tortoises loved eating the peaches. Derek created a tin for Scott who also fed the group tinned peaches. Scott enjoyed the way the tortoises would come up and take the slice of fruit from his hand quite delicately. They seemed quite graceful in their funny ancient reptilian way. All the tins were finished. Derek stood up. The tortoises looked up at him expectantly. "That's the lot, guys," he said to the tortoises. "I can't give you too much. It'd be bad for you." Scott scrambled to his feet. He and Derek walked hand in hand through the palm trees on the soft grass. They walked through the overgrown and dishevelled former plantation. Despite the many years of neglect, the trees were thriving and in many places dense thickets of young trees had sprung up. In some places the banana trees seemed to be taking over. They formed impenetrable forests of stems. They came to the plantation buildings, the sleeping quarters, the mess hall, the offices and storerooms. All were in disrepair. Paint was peeling off. The corrugated iron roofs were rusting. Birds were nesting in the eaves. Derek and Scott walked around and briefly explored the buildings. They were on the western side of the island. The sounds of surf echoed through the trees from the beach not far away. "Let's go and check out the surf," suggested Scott. Derek: << Fine. >> They went through the trees until they reached the beach. Scott ran down across the dazzling white sand and dived into the water. There was quite a heavy surf. Scott swam strongly out to sea until Derek could see his head as only a black dot among the waves. Scott stopped about half a kilometre (500 yards) offshore. Derek dived into the surf and flew underwater towards Scott. The beach shelved steeply. Scott was in about 300 metres (1000 feet) of water. Derek dived deep under Scott, then flew up underwater and grabbed Scott exuberantly from behind. They laughed. Scott twisted around in Derek's arms and kissed him fervently on the lips. He loved Derek. Scott wanted know how deep the water was. Derek passed the knowledge to him telepathically. Scott was not the least bit worried. Not only was he a very strong swimmer before but he was now a superman. He could not drown. He could not die. He was invulnerable. He was immortal. They dived deeply down the side of the underwater mountain massif that formed Holey Dollar Island. Scott soon mastered the art of flying underwater. Derek used his cryptoscopic sense to gauge the size of the undersea mountain. Scott telepathically linked his mind to Derek's. Scott was awed by the size of the massive foundations of Holey Dollar Island. It reared five kilometres (16000 feet, three miles) from the ocean floor. He wanted to explore further down the mountainside. They dived down to the foundations of the undersea massif where it emerged from the abyssal floor of the Indian Ocean five kilometres down. The pressure under 5000 metres of water was immense but it did not cause them concern because they were both invulnerable. Down at the bottom of the ocean it was inky black. Not one tiny ray of sunlight could penetrate to the ocean floor. It was so dark that Scott could not see his hand in front of his face. The darkness was utter and complete. Suddenly Derek glowed brightly. He caused his body to emit light and to illuminate their surroundings. It was a neat trick. Scott quickly learnt how to emit light himself. The information flowed rapidly down the telepathic link between their minds. Proudly he glowed brightly. He could see the huge rocky foundations of the undersea mountain. He shone his light where no light had ever shone before. The mountain did not exist when the oceans filled billions of years ago. He had gained quite a lot of information by piggybacking on Derek's cryptoscopic sense. However, it was fun to actually see the rocky mountainside with his own eyes. It was good to be able to glow like a giant firefly. He saw all kinds of strange creatures inhabiting the seafloor. None of these had ever seen the light of day. They crawled, skipped and swam far from the light of the sun. Scott saw strange fish, crabs, soft-bodied creatures, creatures with long spidery legs. He was fascinated. He ascended up the mountainside peering into the nooks and crannies. Many were inhabited by strange deep-sea creatures. He was still glowing when he moved slowly away from the massif trying to gain an appreciation of its size. Suddenly something huge struck Scott and wrapped him tightly around with a mass of slimy but strong tentacles covered with grasping suckers. Scott had an instant of panic but immediately realised that he was an invulnerable superman. The tentacles were thick and slimy but tough and fibrous. The suckers on the tentacle were the size of saucers and they were rimmed with sharp grasping hooks rather like large rose thorns. Scott still had a small repulsive force field switched on so that his skin felt nicely slick and slippery. It had been great when he and Derek had been having sex underwater in the lagoon. It also meant that the hooked suckers could not gain a purchase on Scott's hard muscular body. << What the hell is this thing? >> He beamed the thought at Derek. Derek: << A colossal squid. It wants to eat you. >> A ripple of laughter emanated from Derek who floated nearby in darkness. A powerful urge took hold of Scott. He had already found the sensation of the slimy tentacles sliding over his slick slippery body very stimulating. It was a real turn on. Scott enjoyed the sensation. His penis stiffened rapidly. Scott felt something hard and sharp like a large parrot beak bite hard into his hard muscular invulnerable abdomen. It really was trying to eat him. But it could not do him any damage. Scott grabbed the two halves of the beak and forced them apart. Then using the superhuman strength of his huge powerful arms, he forced the colossal squid's beak down and over his rampant stiff penis. Forcing the beak further apart, he rammed his enormous 30-inch (75-cm) long, 4.75-inch (12-cm) thick cock into the squid's mouth and down its gullet. Joyfully he rammed the full length of his penis home. The squid's slimy tentacles writhed vigorously around Scott's body, grasping him tightly and enveloping in a ball. It was still trying to eat Scott. Scott grasped the base of the tentacles strongly and thrust his mighty penis in and out of the squid's mouth and gullet. It was a fantastic fuck hole, nice and slippery and well lubricated. The lower half of the squid's sharp beak was pressed up hard against Scott's perineum around the root of his penis. It felt awesome as it pressed against his penis root and prostate gland. The upper half of the beak was biting hard into Scott's lower abdomen. It could not penetrate Scott's skin. The squid was trying to bite Scott's cock off while Scott was face-fucking it. Roaring with sexual power, Scott thrust his huge penis joyfully into and out of the squid's gullet. The squid's tentacles writhed around Scott's magnificent body, holding him closer to its mouth. Scott was quite strong enough to thrust the full length of his penis repeatedly into the creature's mouth and down its gullet. This was in spite of the tentacles tightly wrapped around him in a ball of slimy sinuosity. Derek was floating at a discrete distance. Scott was still emitting light but he was almost totally obscured by the tentacles wrapped around him. Derek watched with interest. He used his cryptoscopic sense to scan the scene getting more detail. He saw that the squid was an enormous animal. Its body was about ten metres (33 feet) long and about four metres (13 feet) thick. The tentacles added another 15 metres (50 feet) to its length. Its eyes were like dinner plates 30 centimetres (12 inches) across. The squid's huge body did not have a single bone in it. It was entirely soft bodied. With his cryptoscopic sense Derek could see inside the squid just the same as he could see inside Scott's body. It was a creature he knew hardly anything about. He linked up telepathically with his friends, some of whom knew a lot about colossal squids. He found that the squid was a big old female more than thirty years old. One of his knowledgeable friends pointed out to Derek an interesting peculiarity of squid anatomy. The squid's brain formed a circle around its gullet. The brain was closely connected to the squid's huge eyes and the lobes were connected in a ring around its gullet. Scott's huge penis thrusting repeatedly down the squid's gullet was bumping against its brain making it dizzy. Scott was literally brain- fucking the colossal squid. He was literally fucking it senseless. Still the squid's tentacles writhed powerfully around Scott's body. Derek transmitted a directive to the squid's penis-addled brain ordering it to push one of its tentacles up Scott's arsehole. The squid did so. Scott knew what Derek was doing and relaxed his arsehole to admit the tentacle inside him. It was a tremendous rush to feel the huge thick tentacle thrust up into him and writhing around inside his torso. It was incredibly stimulating. The suckers grasped at his internal organs but they could not latch onto anything because Scott was slippery and invulnerable inside as well. None the less, Scott was being powerfully stimulated from inside. He kept on thrusting his mighty penis into the squid who by this time was almost senseless. Scott gave one more mighty thrust as the tentacle inside him relaxed. A gigantic orgasm exploded inside him and a great torrent of semen gushed into the colossal squid's stomach. Scott held onto the squid's head keeping his penis thrust deep inside the squid. His orgasm continued. It was a series of mighty tsunami that swept through his body. The squid became unconscious. Its tentacles relaxed and drifted away from Scott's body. Derek hung nearby in the dark water. He felt the intensity of the orgasmic storm shaking Scott but was unmoved by it. Derek: << Ho hum. >> His friends laughed. Derek reached out with his cryptoscopic sense across the Indian Ocean until he could sense the continents bordering the ocean. He sensed the islands dotting the ocean. He sensed the ships upon the sea, the aircraft above it. He sensed the wrecks of ships lying scattered on the abyss of the sunless ocean floor. He sensed the people, the fish, the sharks and the whales in and around the ocean. He marvelled that he could sense so much and was bewildered by all its complexity. One wreck was relatively close by. It was about a hundred kilometres (60 miles) away lying on the abyssal plain. He became curious. No one knew about it. He would explore it. Finally Scott's orgasm ended. He ceased pumping his semen into the unconscious squid. He floated spent with his penis still thrust down the creature's gullet. He floated in a weird state of bliss. Gradually his consciousness cleared. He sensed Derek hanging in the water nearby. He perceived Derek's slight impatience. Derek wanted to explore a shipwreck not so far away. He withdrew his penis from the squid's mouth. The colossal squid hung motionless in the water. A dribble of Scott's spunk floated away in the water from its open beak. Its bruised brain was slowly regaining function. A tentacle twitched. Derek: << Let's go. >> ----------------------------- Continued in Part 47. -----------------------------