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  Copyright ©2002 by Piers Anthony

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  Part 1: Smegma

  Chapter 1—Succubus

  The early afternoon sun beat down, warming his bathing trunks, heating his crotch. The restless tide retreated slowly, as though the ocean water were evaporating, and the shock of the breaking waves was muted—crash, splash, like the breaking of a vigorous orgasm against a taut diaphragm. Prior Gross reclined on the burning sand, squirming until it shaped to his feet, palms and buttocks. He kept his knees elevated in an awkward effort to conceal the unprovoked erection that had been trapped at half-mast beneath the unyielding cloth.

  There was really no reason for it, but the tumescence refused to subside. Girl-watching here was fair-to-poor. Prior's field of vision embraced grandmothers and children with scarce nubility between, and that critically flawed by obesity, sag and blemish. He was disappointed and bored—yet his member strained valiantly against the fabric, pushing it out throb by throb, and no matter how covertly he shifted about it only aspired higher. It felt as though the glans had been caught in the crotch-netting and was too stupid to realize that it could never clear the hurdle without first slacking down a little.

  A fat-bellied sun-skinned executive type ambled by, glancing at Prior. Had the busybody seen? Prior's trunks bowed out marginally farther while he fought to keep a flush from his face. He could not stand up, of course, and the proximity of a hawkeyed matron prevented him from unhooking the obstruction by hand. He suffered a mental picture of the matron lumbering across the sand to the nearest lifeguard, screaming about the indecent act that man was performing, while a crowd gathered around to look and police sirens drew nigh. No, he couldn't lay a finger on his crotch!

  His eyes wandered desperately about the beach, as though he could prevent others from watching him by watching them first. But nobody was paying him any attention, yet. He saw two toddlers playing near the water's margin, using a toy shovel and fingers to shape a crumbly sand castle. The little boy was burying his legs at the same time, scooping gouts from the wet castle wall to his sister's frustration.

  Full-blown, the solution came to Prior. He could bury his legs in sand, right up past the crotch. It might seem to be a childish game, but it was not entirely out of place for any age. That would hide the pulsing bulge until the situation abated. Maybe by then it would be late enough to find some action in town, to reduce his member to a lower level of chronic readiness and spare him further embarrassments.

  Prior began sweeping sand in over his feet, piling it up under his lifted knees. The surface grains were hot, but those below were cool, and the sensation on his thighs goaded his penis to even more strenuous effort. It took a lot of sand to cover him, and he quickly encountered rougher gravel below. The job promised to be tedious, particularly since there were numerous sharp shell fragments embedded in the solidly packed understratum. This was not child's-play after all. He would have slashed fingers if he didn't watch it. He tensed his jaw muscles and kept working, using the task as a mental distraction.

  A shadow crossed him with a sudden soft coolness. Prior looked up to spy a phenomenal pair of legs slanting into an opaque knee-length skirt. Above that the blazing sun made vision difficult, but the silhouette was strikingly feminine. Prior's member had been showing signs of retirement, but now it tugged frantically at its anchor. There was hardly any chance the woman could overlook it.

  “Building a castle?” she inquired, her voice low and sultry.

  “Um,” he agreed, edging his knees together. The laboriously mounded sand collapsed defiantly, uncovering the castle's main tower further.

  “Let me see,” she said, squatting before him and prying his knees gently apart with her cool hands.

  The cloth covering his crotch rose up eagerly to stand inspection. Prior could see between her handsome, well-fleshed thighs now, inside the skirt that had slid over her knees. That firm and rounded vista was obscured only at the deepest cleft by an annoying wash of shadow.

  “You don't have enough sand,” she pointed out. He still couldn't make out her face because of the sun, but his eyes had adjusted enough to penetrate the shadow beneath her skirt. He saw now that her posterior was innocent of panties or other defense. Open to the breeze.

  “Give me time,” he said, scratching feebly for more sand. Time? Sand? He could see something else he wanted! If only this weren't happening in mid-afternoon on a public beach.

  “I'll bury you,” she said suggestively, and a muscle rippled inside one thigh. What legs she had! She began hauling in sand from a wider semicircle, those thighs flexing as her balance shifted, and piling the sand about his trunks. “Lie down.” She patted sand about his crotch.

  Lie down? It was about to launch toward the moon!

  Oh—she meant him. Prior lay back, feeling the tension between his legs increase to the point of pain. She spilled cool sand entirely over him, patting it solicitously in key places. “You don't lie very well,” she murmured. “What's your name?"

  On that score he could accommodate her. “Prior Gross."

  She laughed, her bosom bouncing. She had an excellent upper torso; the lower distraction had prevented him from noticing it before. “For Priapus, god of sex! You are a find! No wonder I was drawn to you. I thought it was only your condition."

  What did she mean by that? That she sniffed out men with erections? “How did you know? Uh, about my name.” He tried to make it sound bantering, but he was curious too. She had traced his name correctly. Most people knew almost nothing of mythology, and she hardly seemed the scholarly type.

  “I'm a succubus,” she said matter-of-factly. “We all worship Priapus."

  Prior forced a laugh of his own, though it jogged the knot in his trunks and caused the packed sand there to crack as though a miniature earthquake had passed. “A succubus! A female demon?"

  “Who visits sleeping men and harvests their seed,” she said. “It's all quite straightforward. When I have a good load, I transform into an incubus and go in search of female companionship. If I find a sleeping girl soon enough, I can even get her pregnant—and the man I had first is the biological father. That can lead to some interesting situations, in this age of blood typing and semen analysis."

  “Artificial insemination with a vengeance.” Prior said, not believing any of it but intrigued by her pose. She was obviously on the make, and he would be well satisfied to get made. “So that's
why some men claimed they've been framed even when blood tests and such give them the lie. They've fornicated by proxy."

  She had a fair mound of sand around him now. “I can see you don't really believe me, so I'll demonstrate. I'll knock up a girl by you, right here on the beach, right now.” She moved forward to sit on his crotch, spreading her dark skirt out over the mound. Prior's member, stimulated by this suggestive pressure, was almost ready to spurt spontaneously.

  “You do that,” he said. What a line, and by a woman, yet. And she was structured like a centerfold. She could have her will of any man she wanted, just by showing him what she had shown Prior.

  Which was suspicious. Prior was no bronzed beach bum. He generally had to pay for what he wanted—and a dish like this was way out of his price range.

  “You have to be asleep,” she said, touching his eyelids. “That's the law."

  “What law?” He had half-expected her to demand a hundred and fifty dollars in advance.

  “The demonic law. Succubi only visit sleeping men. That's our nature."

  “Why are you here, then?” he demanded. Her fidgeting was really working him up. She certainly knew that part of her trade! Did she want his eyes closed so he couldn't see her take his wallet? No chance; his wallet was locked safely in his car.

  She didn't answer right away. She put a hand inside her own waistband and worked it down under her skirt until her fingers touched him. She began to scrape the sand from between her legs. A neat maneuver, and somehow everything looked ordinary from outside. No one could see what her hidden hand was doing. “Things get dull in daylight."

  Now her hand was finished, and he felt her touch on his tight trunks, stroking the zipper fly. He had thought he was at the peak of excitation, but this elevated it another level.

  “So you thought you'd drum up a little after-hours business,” he said. “But I'm not asleep.” Why was he arguing? If she deserted him now, he might never abate his erection. Priapism, it was called: the perpetual rigidity. He understood that could get very uncomfortable.

  “That's what I said. But if you'll just close your eyes and breathe evenly, it'll be the same. No one will know."

  What the hell, he thought. They had made no agreement. She would have tough luck collecting her money after the performance. He closed his eyes.

  “That's good.” Her hidden hand worked down the zipper, opening his fly with expertise, sliding the webbing across. His penis sprang out, hurting again as the kink was finally released, but wasting no time about swelling to its full proportion.

  Prior cracked open an eye apprehensively, but all was concealed beneath her skirt, which now seemed voluminous. Quite a piece of apparel that could not stretch past her knees at one time, and covered everything at another time. But of course a succubus was magic, and her skirt would be magic too. It looked as though he remained buried in sand, with the girl innocently straddling the ridge: a game people played. Some game!

  “Closed,” she reminded him gently, her fingers massaging his member, squeezing it for the final bit of growth. “Never can tell when the supervisor's watching."

  Some supervisor! Was it an invisible satyr, calibrating indexes of performance on an abacus? But Prior obliged. Actually, there was nothing to see; even her full breasts were chaste from this angle.

  There was something to feel, though. Deprived of sight, his awareness magnified the inputs of touch. Her muscular thighs shifted, her cushiony buttocks adjusted—and warm damp flesh contacted his angled shaft. That living cleft he had glimpsed as she squatted was coming to embrace his own flesh.

  But the angle was wrong. Those slick vagina lips were squeezing the sidewise length rather than absorbing the business end. He was on the verge of squirting into space—or at least into her skirt—and he couldn't use his hand to correct the contact.

  But her fingers were there, lifting his pulsing rod, cupping the glans. The angle changed, the head brushed up against the lubricated channel and nudged delightedly into the hot cavity.

  “When are you going to have your erection?” she inquired, piqued. “Don't you like women?"

  The organ sank into the hole, or more correctly rose into it. Prior felt the lubricated closure pass the knob and encompass the shaft. Her flesh tightened about his own, rhythmically. “That's it!” he gasped.

  “But that's hardly four inches! I like at least six, and can take eight. Nine in an emergency."

  “Three point nine seven inches!” he whispered. “Erect."

  “You mean all those emanations I picked up, all that worry about your hard-on showing, like a tower standing out for miles around ... four inches?"

  “I have an ambitious imagination,” he admitted.

  “Ambitious! That's fraud!” she said crossly. “Here I thought I'd get my bore properly reamed...” She manipulated her buttocks to bring him in further. “I assumed that anyone named after Priapus—"

  “That was my old man's wishful thinking.” He had been through this before. “But my dong ended up just like his. Potent, but small."

  She sighed, clenching him internally. “Well, too late to cry over spilt milk—not that I ever do spill any. Let's have it."

  As she spoke, the muscles of her vulva contracted with singular authority, milking him compellingly. His orgasm ripped through his body like a fire through dry timbers. He climaxed at once, his hips thrusting up convulsively as his juice let fly. If he had done that in air, he could have knocked a seagull out of the sky!

  The fire burned out as quickly as it had spread, leaving him breathlessly limp and warm. “Well, at least you had a fair quantity,” she observed as he shuddered to a halt. “Good things sometimes do come in small packages.” Her vagina still clasped him tightly, squeezing out the dregs and holding them as his spent penis slowly shrank. “Good to the last drop. But you really should wash your miniature more often."

  “It itches when I wash it,” he protested, embarrassed. Then: “How can you tell?"

  “Sex is my business, you know. I can taste and measure everything that enters that vestibule. Your seed is potent enough, but your tool is small and uncircumcised, and frankly it's pretty cheesy too."

  “Smegma is a natural secretion,” he said. But he was chagrined. It did collect when he wasn't careful, and he hadn't been careful the past few days. Maybe that was the cause of his erection. Had he known what would happen on the beach...

  His diminished penis finally slurped out of her vagina, which sealed up after the exodus as tightly as any anus after evacuation. She had not been fooling about salvaging the seed.

  Chapter 2—Demonstration

  “Which girl do you want to have it?” she asked seriously as she lifted off him.

  For a moment his organ was open to the sky. Prior sat up hurriedly, packed in his apparatus together with an inadvertent handful of sand, and zipped up his fly. “Have what?"

  “Your donation. I have to do it within half an hour, usually, or too many sperm cells die and it can't take. I don't have refrigeration capacity the way my northern cousins do. Of course their whole bodies are icy cold, which makes collection difficult except in the case of the most determined dreaming sinners, the kind who would shoot off into icebergs if they had the right sized holes in them. And her period has to be right, too. The supervisor's very finicky about such details."

  “You mean you're serious about this succubus-incubus bit? It's not just a come-on?"

  “Of course it's a come-on. You came; I got on,” she said, making a moue. Her lips were very expressive; she probably knew how to use them in her profession, too. “Hurry up. Make a choice. Someone sleeping, of course."

  He tried to call her bluff. “Don't you have to—to convert? To incubus?"

  “Just watch me carefully. I can't be too obvious, obviously. People would stare, and we aren't supposed to attract attention to ourselves. Not in a business connection, anyway. A demon can get herself burned, that way. Are you going to choose?"

  Prior looked ab
out. Time had passed, and either some of the girl children had blossomed into nubility or the beach fauna had benefited from some turnover. But in his present sated state he found this interesting primarily in an intellectual way. He had no particular urge to impregnate any of the pregnable. In fact, the notion was a trifle disgusting.

  Not that it would come to that. Succubi were creatures of folklore. This doll had had her fun and spun him a fairy tale while he, no fairy, had spun into her tail, and now he would play the game out until she broke, and maybe she never would remember what she had intended to charge him for the occasion.

  “Her,” he said, gesturing to the adjacent matron, now blissfully snoring as the sun cooked her flesh.

  “She's too old. And ineligible. Hysterectomy. I can tell from here."

  “She should be eager for it, then. And I want to see how you do it.” And see what she did, and if she did, too.

  “But the supervisor—"

  “Your, ah, load isn't legitimate anyway, because I wasn't really asleep. So you might as well ditch it before you get in trouble for carrying contraband."

  She looked angry, then shrugged. “All right, skeptic. You lie down on your side facing her and pretend to close your eyes, so no one knows you're watching. I'll set it up so you can see, but no one else can."

  Prior nodded. Despite his cynicism, life stirred slightly in his loin again. He had called her bluff and she wasn't backing down; what sort of show would she put on now?

  She walked away as he lay down. With each step she took she seemed to change. Her lovely broad hips became narrow, her hair shorter, her chest flatter. She paused to adjust her dress—and it was a pair of culottes or even Bermuda shorts, as much out of place on this beach as her skirt had been, but still unremarkable. Lots of people wore inappropriate clothing at the beach, and some walked the shoreline in full dress clothing.

  Were there incubi among them, unsuspected? By the time she reached the supine matron, she was male. Prior had trouble believing this, but his eyes were quite positive about it.

 

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