Chapter 25: Showtime!

Greta ground her hips with all her strength, rotating her slick spread lips against the mirror image of Blakey's soaked vulva. In return Blakey's swollen clit ploughed wet groves through Greta's wiry pubic fleece. The captain's empty vagina regularly contracted, and ejected molten flows of hot juices. Greta's pubis lurched forwards' forcing her swollen clit towards the source of the warm honey that spurted against its polished dome. The rearing bud met the grasping orifice and brushed the tearing hymen aside. Blakey cried her passion in muffled bliss as her mouth sought and found new lips to kiss.

Drowning in flows of heady ambrosia her tongue stiffened in tribute to the organ that fucked her, and drove deep into the cavity of Julie's volcanic core. Julie's own tongue ran rings around Anita's parched lips, pausing only to play with Anita's trembling tongue as it slipped over the nipping teeth. In turn Anita's clitoris slid fluidly over the tip Greta's panting nose, as her ass expanded to give access to sergeant's hungry tongue. The circle complete, the raging orgasm flew around it at increasing speed passing swiftly from one link to the next and back. Conserving a spiraling perpetual climax.

Two pairs of ravenous eyes consumed the Sapphic energy released and used it to power their wickedly bobbing erections. Slowly in a charmed dance the pulsing organs wound themselves around each other. Then the purple tips swung to face each other dripping eye, to dripping eye. As Kate and Amanda stood belly-to-belly, breast-to-breast, their rocking heads twisted to watch the circular orgy before them.

Had any of the orgiastic quartet looked back at the couple they would have been the first on earth to witness the wonder of Vagran intercourse. Kate's weeping knob slit kissed Amanda's and the two pulsing glans's merged into a single purple womb, firing Kate into an explosive climax, her shaft pumped huge quantities of boiling sperm in to the contacting muscle-lined organ. Amanda reached her peak as the flood passed the joint summit of their clitorii and forced its way savagely through her contracting tube into her expectant body. Both bodies now spent they peeled away from each other. Relaxing totally before collapsing senseless to the ground.

Although this seismic event was unseen by the fantasizing foursome the erotic energy consumed to fuse the Vagran clitorii was returned in a massive sexual discharge to the room. It fueled their passion beyond the limits of normal human tolerance. Their minds froze, as the thick sweat covering every inch of their skin evaporated in a pulse-beat, then warm urine flowed freely from a quartet of tumescent vulvae, as rapidly as it was produced it was reabsorbed through their gulping skin pores. At an increasing tempo the recycling continued, while on the passage back to the eight kidneys the chain-reaction modified the DNA of every body cell. Eventually the process reached its apex. Four mouths gaped screaming their mutual orgasm, just as a newborn child cries when torn from the womb.

A gigantic pulse of erotic plasma spread away from their now unconscious bodies. Instantly every light in the room shattered, blown to smithereens by the alien energy. The room plunged into silence and darkness.

From behind the lectern a reverential figure stood, and then walked a few paces towards the front seats, carefully picking its way between apparently invisible glass and the smashed pots of withered plants.

Reaching a clear space Tomasina fell to her knees, and then sat on her haunches lowering her forehead to the ground. Her hands placed flat against the floor, the twin probes of her tongue and clitoris split and raised above her supine form waggling, as they tasted the air. In silence she worshiped the birth of Kate-Amanda's four daughters.