At the same time Hercules roared, as he exploded deep inside him, his hips jerking wildly against his back, as streams of warm cum filled his ass and it was at that moment Virgo lost all sense of control, and released his seed deep into Savannah, grabbing her wrists, pulling her hands from her breasts, holding her in place. His body wanted to collapse over hers, but Hercules held him up, as Savannah’s knees clamped tight around him, keeping his cock deep inside her as his last spasms subsided.
“Oh wow,” she breathed heavily, as he felt Hercules slip from behind him.
“Back at ya, babe,” Hercules gasped.
“When can we do that again?” she asked.
“In about five minutes.” Virgo chuckled, and then leaned over and kissed Hercules in front of her.
Chapter Five
The Celestial Pickle Festival was without a doubt one of the craziest celebrations the town ever came up with. Always looking for a way to throw a party and get the community involved, Hermes and Glory were the party planners and inventors of everything crazy, stupid, and sometimes foolish in Celestial.
For as long as Hercules could remember, and he could remember quite a bit, everything that had gone wrong, unexplained, or just lacked cosmic intelligence, had Hermes and Glory Wanabangher written all over it.
The brother and sister duo moved to Celestial over twenty years ago from Mobile, Alabama, when their previous town found out they were the ones behind the unprecedented UFO sightings. Never one to discount the possibility of extraterrestrials, Hermes and Glory took it upon themselves to retrofit several Frisbees after dipping them in glowing neon paint and skeet shooting them over their hometown. It was all rather genius on their part. The whole conception was the brainchild of Glory, and with her brother’s mechanical help, she was able to institute the plausibility that UFOs were alive and abundant in Mobile, Alabama, almost to the point where they had a major following. That was until the Federal Bureau of Investigation showed up and raided their farm, and proved once again, that UFOs were nothing but made-up tales to frighten the civilian population.
However, Glory and Hermes never stopped believing, and have, for the last twenty years, been the head of the Celestial International Welcoming Committee to all Intergalactic Beings who arrived in town. Though their membership had dwindled over the years, Glory and Hermes were firm believers that the UFO’s population were just on vacation and would be soon searching the galaxy for superior intelligence. Until then, they believed it was their civic duty to keep the residents of Celestial informed, and prepared for all contingencies…hence why Hercules, Virgo, and Savannah were now at the Celestial Pickle Festival.
“This is unbelievable,” Savannah murmured, as she looked all around her. Everything around her was green, from the booths, to some of the costumes people wore. What made everything more ridiculous was the amount of pickles walking around. The smell was horrendous, and her nostrils were starting to burn from the strong vinegar smell permeating from the cauldrons, brewing some nasty green goop! Never in her life had she seen so many people enamored with pickles.
“Wait until you see Apollo,” Hercules said. “The man actually wears a pickle dick.
“You think that’s bad, Pisces, that conceited pickle fucker wears small slices of buttered pickles around his nipple piercings as homage to his days as Pickle King,” Virgo added, then shuddered.
“You know Glory rigged that contest for him. He was fucking her when he won seven years ago,” Hercules added.
“I fucking knew it!” Virgo shouted.
“Yep, and when he won, several people found them together behind the green monster fucking in a vat of pickle dye.”
“That’s why he was green for weeks, afterwards,” Virgo said. “I’d like to see Pisces try that shit again with Ace around. Now that woman has a set of balls. She doesn’t take any of his shit, and keeps his ass in line.”
“Well, she is slacking on the clothing department. Did you know I saw her walking naked in town with Pisces two weeks ago? I thought when she and Landon hooked up with your brother they were going to clothe the naked sheriff?”
“Give the woman some credit. She has managed to get Pisces to wear underwear on all the even days of month. It’s the odd days we have to stay indoors, because I don’t want Savvy seeing that shit, my brother’s liable to give her nightmares for the rest of her life. Goddess knows I already have them.”
“Oh, are you two talking about the man who walks around town in a white sheriff’s hat, and a whip on his gun belt. He was nice and so was Henry,” Savannah chimed in, laughing. “I liked them both.”
“Goddess help me,” Virgo moaned.
“Come on, Savannah, let’s go get drunk. I see the liquor booth up ahead,” Hercules said, taking her hand, leading her away from the chaos. “Ever had a pickle shot before?”
“I can’t say that I have.” She smiled up at him.
“Then you’re in for a treat. They’re one of the good things at this festival, and they are strong.”
“Then by all means, lead the way!”
As the day wore on, Savannah had never laughed so much in her entire life. Through it all, Hercules and Virgo were right there beside her, showing her everything, letting her experience the Celestial way of life. She had to admit to herself, though some things were off the wall, while others were just plain stupid, the amount of fun and enjoyment to be had just letting loose was something to be commended. Never before had she had just gone and tried things, just because. No, before her life was a controlled mess, and conformed to whatever was before her. Now, she could just be, and it was an amazing feeling.
Thankfully, as the festival started to gear up, most of the smaller inhabitants were heading home, leaving the true fun stuff for the adults, and one of the things Savannah couldn’t wait to try was the Tickle a Pickle for Charity contest. The rules were simple. Each participant was given a pickle twelve inches in length and two inches thick. All the participant had to do was swallow the pickle, and try to ring the bell at the base with their tongue, three times, while the crowd talked, joked and helped in any way possible, though she wasn’t sure how they would help, since she would be the one sucking a pickle down her throat.
According to Hercules, the current record holder was Fairy Belltower, who managed to swallow a total of nine and a half inches, before ringing the small bell. She had held the record for the last three years, but Savannah wanted to try. The prize was a thousand dollars for the Celestial Elementary School Art Department, and since Savannah loved art, she figured why not…it was for charity after all.
“All right contestants, pick your pickle!” Glory shouted through a megaphone. Savannah laughed, and kissed Hercules and Virgo before heading to the table set up.
“Wish me luck, boys.” She winked, and then trotted off like a kid in the candy store. The contest looked fun and given the sexual innuendos for the festival, she was already feeling in the mood and ready to devour a pickle. Of course, she would rather have two other pickles, but she figured that would come later. Picking one that best resembled Hercules cock, she was eager and ready for the game to begin.
“All right folks, looks like we have a bunch of eager eaters tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, assume your positions!” Glory shouted again. “On your mark…get set…Swallow!”
Savannah wasted no time relaxing her jaw and taking the large pickle into her mouth. She knew she had this in the bag, because what she didn’t let anyone know was that she had no gag reflex. Well, she had hoped to show Virgo or Hercules, but they were about to find out, along with everyone else in the community. To her it was no big deal, but to a man, it meant cosmic euphoria. Just as she was about to stick out her tongue, she heard Glory say, “All right, folks, here’s the first question. What do you call a guy who cries while he masturbates?”
The crowd instantly replied, “A tearjerker!” And that’s when Savannah gasped. She wanted to laugh but if she did, she would disqualify herself. What once seemed to be
an easy win now was going to be harder than she thought…pun intended.
Concentrating on the task in her mouth, Savannah tried to tune out the crowd, as Glory asked, “What’s the difference between love, true love, and showing off?”
The crowd replied, “Spit, swallow and gargle!”
“You know something, folks, I really think these contestants are ignoring us. How about we up the ante a bit? For all of you who have a loved one, a partner, or someone you’re just hankering to sink your pickle into, step on over and persuade them as best you can!”
Oh, God help her.
Savannah’s eyes darted to Hercules and Virgo, who were both grinning devilishly, as they moved through the crowd toward her. It was bad enough she had a monster pickle in her mouth as she tried to ring the tiny bell at the base, but when Virgo and Hercules stepped before her she worried how they were going to help her. Unless they planned to give her words of encouragement, anything they did was going to be a deterrent, because what she really wanted was them in her mouth as she tried to ring their bells.
Concentrating on the current task, she tried not to contemplate what the two men were going to do. She prayed they were going to help, but when Virgo stood before her, unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and started stroking it, in front of the whole damn town, she almost choked.
Hercules stepped behind her, bent down, and whispered, “Look at him, Savvy. Isn’t he beautiful? Watch as he slowly strokes his cock up and down. Imagine your lips on his large cock as he slides it into your mouth.”
Savannah moaned.
“You want him, don’t you? You want to taste him, lick him, and suckle him, until he’s fully engulfed by your lips.”
She moaned again.
“Can you taste him? His cock is smooth like silk, hard like iron, and ready to erupt like a volcano, just for you. That’s it baby, like that. Stroke that pickle, devour it, claim it, own it. Now stick out that tongue, and imagine licking Virgo’s balls. There ya go, just a little more.”
Savannah heard a bell ring, only it wasn’t hers. Shifting her eyes to her tight, she saw the Norse Greek God, in front of another woman, whose tongue was reaching to touch the small bell again. The man named Apollo was also stroking his cock. Returning her gaze back to Virgo, she gasped, when a drop of pearly liquid formed at the head of his cock, and Savannah, determined as ever, wanted to taste him.
Sticking out her tongue, she managed to touch the tip of the bell, and grinned when it too ringed.
“There ya go, baby, just like that. Tickle V’s balls. Make him cum for you.”
The bell next to her rang again.
Damn…
“Don’t worry about Fairy, she only has one cock to help her win, you have two,” Hercules said. Before she could contemplate what he was saying, Savannah felt Hercules move in behind her, and start to rub his hardened cock against her backside. He then leaned over her, and grabbed one of her breast. “Ring that bell again Savvy, and I promise you, I will make you cum so hard, you will see the stars of Celestial shine brightly down upon you.”
Groaning, Savannah wiggled her ass against Hercules shaft as she concentrated on Virgo’s dripping cock before her. Extending her tongue again, she rang the bell.
“What a treat, folks!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. “It looks like we have a real competition this year.”
With a newfound determination, Savannah blocked out everything around her, except the large cock in front of her and the shaft rubbing itself against her backside. She had never got into anal sex before, mainly because the men in her past were inept little pricks with dicks the size of skittles. Yet, with Hercules and Virgo, she was reconsidering her previous mantra that her ass was an exit-only orifice. Just thinking of Hercules’s cock dipping into her forbidden territory had her pussy quivering as the images of her earlier massage filtered into her head.
Gone were the crowd’s shouts and hollers and the need to win the contest. Now, lost within her own mind, she replayed every delicious scent, feel, and orgasm she had just hours ago, and just as her body was gearing up for another explosion, she head the ringing of the bell.
Chapter Six
“Savvy, come on,” Virgo said, trying to comfort her. “So you didn’t win the Tickle Your Pickle contest. It’s no big deal. Besides, Fairy has held that record for years. I’d swear that woman could suck a pickle through a tail pipe, if given the chance.”
“V’s right, baby, there are a lot more contest to be won, and then there is the big one at midnight. I’m sure you could snag that one.”
“Which is?” she asked.
“The Pickle Princess, of course.”
“I couldn’t win that. Have you seen the women around town?”
“Yes.” Virgo stopped, taking her in his arms. He didn’t like the sound of her voice, and there was no way he was going to let her diminish herself, not when he was around. Savannah Miles may be new to Celestial, but she was stunning, a perfect addition to everything in the Universe, and she belonged with him, she belonged in Celestial. “You are as the Cosmos made, Savannah. You are perfect.”
She blushed.
“Virgo’s right, Savvy,” Hercules added. “You belong here. You’ve opened up and embraced everything with grace and gentility. Not many outsiders can do that. Yet you kept an open mind through it all. V and I know that you are on some grand life-altering adventure, but if you can, we would like you to stay, here in Celestial…with us, forever.”
Virgo had to give Hercules props. The man sure did know how to get to the heart of the matter quick, and the man said everything he had been thinking and feeling. Hercules was just like that, open and honest. Not many men Virgo had met were like that. With Hercules, what he saw was what he got, and looking at him now, Virgo knew there was no going back to New York. Somehow, the universe had taken that decision away from him. Like Savannah, he belonged in Celestial with Hercules. Besides, the man wouldn’t survive without him. Hercules may be free from his curse, but he was still a walking, talking caution sign. Someone needed to be there when Hercules tumbled.
With his mind made up, Virgo needed to take care of something first. Excusing himself, he said, “Hercules, why don’t you take Savannah over to see Heaven Meyer, and let her pick out something to wear tonight for the midnight festivities?”
“Sure, no problem,” Hercules said, then asked, “Where are you running off to?”
“I have to see my brother about something,” Virgo replied, walking away. “And don’t let Savannah out of your sight. This town is crazy!”
A few minutes later, Virgo found his brother, right where he knew he would, in front of the Mirrors of Pleasure, admiring himself. His brother, Pisces Aloysius Craven, was the vainest person in the universe. Pisces thought he was the Cosmos’s gift to men and women. The only problem with that was they were identical twins. His brother wasn’t the only hot stud around, and Virgo made damn sure Pisces remembered that as he walked up right behind him and said, “How our mother chose to have one damn good-looking son and a Wookiee for another is beyond me.”
Pisces cringed, and then sighed, “How many times have I asked you not to call me that?”
“So you missed your chance in the lime light, no sense in crying about it.”
“What do you want, Virgo?” Pisces asked.
“Thought I’d come burst your bubble myself and tell you that I’m staying.”
Pisces smiled as he fidgeted with his dark hair. “You always say that, but then you leave. I have nothing to worry about, just be a peach, and let me know when you do, so I can send out the invitations.”
Grinning evilly, Virgo replied, “Man, you’re still a vain mother fucker. I would have thought Ace and Landon would have set you straight on that by now.”
“Oh, my lovers can’t live without my awesomeness. Their worlds revolve around me.”
“Like a heat-seeking missile.”
“Go pester Hercules, I’m sure he has stubbed his toe by now and
needs medical attention.”
Virgo growled. “Watch it.”
Pisces turned and faced him. “Oh, did I hit a sore spot?”
“You leave Hercules out of this. I thought I’d be nice and let you know that I am staying in Celestial, but I can see that was a mistake.”
Pisces laughed. “You never stay. You get what you want, and then run back to your big city and pretend. That’s what you’re good at, Virgo, no sense in pretending to be something you’re not.”
“Not this time.”
“Oh.” Pisces perked up. “Are you actually going to admit you’re just like me? That you love to fuck anything with two legs.”
“Oh, I like to fuck, but unlike you, I can stay in a monogamous relationship.”
“Hey!” Pisces shouted. “I haven’t dipped Henry into anyone but my Princess Sugar-Britches and Landon.”
“A miracle of the Universe, will wonders never cease.”
When Pisces’s eyes narrowed, Virgo braced himself for whatever his brother was about to say. From birth, Virgo and Pisces had a hate, hate relationship. They never got along, and they were only happy when they caused each other misery. Therefore, when Pisces spewed malice from his lips, Virgo should have been prepared. However, he didn’t expect Pisces to go after her. “You know she won’t stay. She isn’t like us. Oh, she can pretend to enjoy us while she’s here, but she’s an outsider. She will never be one of us.”
And that’s when Virgo did something he hadn’t done in years. He fought long and hard to control his temper, and vowed never to strike another human being. That was one of the reasons he stopped fighting, well, that and Pisces was his manager. Yet when his brother brought the lovely and charming Savannah into their drama, well, Virgo lost it. Before he could stop himself, his arm reached back, and struck his brother in the jaw, knocking the naked sheriff to the ground.
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