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"She’s hooked a fish!” the girl in yellow shouted. "Abigfish.”
"That’s not a fish, that’s a dolphin,” said the girl in blue. "See how hegrins.”
Malcolm leered at the girl in pink who had hooked him. She pulled on the ribbon wrapped round his wrist, but he pulled back—he had his own satyr’s trick. She didn’t let the ribbon go in time, and he caught her and twined the ribbon round herwrists.
"I’m talking my pet for a walk,” he said as he led the girl in pink around the room. "Don’tmindus…”
The girl in pink tried to untie herself as she walked behind Malcolm, a pretty puppy on a pretty pink leash. But there was nothing for her. He had hertrapped.
"Let me go, beast. Let me go,”shesaid.
He spun her around tofacehim.
"For the price of a kiss,” he said. "I’ll thinkaboutit.”
"He means it, Pinky,” the girl in blue said. "Better kiss him or you’ll be his petforever.”
"Not that,” she said, her cheeks pinking like her name. "Anythingbutthat.”
She pressed close to him and tilted her face up, closing her eyes. She was the perfect picture of a martyr. Martyr and satyr. Satyr and Martyr. Silly fools, all of them. Malcolm kissed his pink pet on the lips and the girls in blue and yellow clapped wildly and cheered. Mona did too, for no reason she could name other than it seemed to be part of the game. The kiss continued, deepening. Malcolm bent the girl backwards in his lust. He brought his large right hand to her breast and groped it overhergown.
The girls in blue and yellow booed, but the girl in pink didn’t seem to mind. Malcolm’s erection pressed between her thighs and was swathed in pink fabric. Red against pink. He yanked the bodice of the girl’s dress down, baring her breast. He latched onto the nipple, sucking it into his mouth as the girl trapped in his grasp gave a little cry of pleasureandfear.
"He’s got her now,” the girl in yellow said. "No gettingherout.”
"I told her to stay at home today,” the blue girl said. "She neverlistens.”
"I never listen either,” Mona said, and that made the blue and yellow girls laugh so hard they almost fell over. They took up their ribbons again and skipped in a circle around Malcolm and the pink girl. He had her dress pushed down to her waist now, so that she was naked from the hips up. Her breasts were small and pale and her nipples pink as her gown, and her face was awash in ecstasy as Malcolm licked her little nipples, his hands huge on her tinywaist.
"He’s not going to let her go until she gives in,” the girl in blue said, taking Mona by the hands and making a bridge with their arms. "Don’t youthink?”
"I’m sure he’ll let her go eventually,” Mona said. "Won’the?”
"But she won’t be a water nymph when he’s done with her,” the girl in yellow said. "She’ll be a wetnymph!”
Even Malcolm stopped fondling Pinky long enough to roar with laughter. They all laughed and the dancing resumed. They whirled and spun and turned and bowed and it seemed Mona would never tire of it. And in the midst of them, Malcolm tore the blonde girl’s pink gown from her body. He turned her around in his arms to take her frombehind.
"I knew it,” the girl in yellow said as she emerged from a spin. "You can’t say I didn’twarnher.”
Malcolm took his cock in hand and guided it into the girl’s pink hole. All the other girls, Mona too, clapped and cheered as Malcolm pulled his captured nymph’s hips back against him and rutted into her rapidly. Her wrists were still tied in front of her and she held them to her chest. She gave little sounds of pleasure and protests—oh’s and no’s and oh’sagain.
It was a sin to watch and yet impossible to look away. The three free girls huddled together and pointed and giggled behind their hands. Mona felt light as a child, free as a kite. It felt like she’d stumbled into someone else’s erotic dream and since she was there, she might as well playalong.
The pink girl’s face turned red as Malcolm took her even harder from behind. He bent his knees to lower himself a few inches, all the better to ram her deep. His hips undulated obscenely. It seemed his legs were far hairier than Mona remembered and his ears more pointed than ever before. She was dizzy, indeed, from all the laughing and spinning, and she already knew Malcolm could disguise himself in mysterious ways. He made an animalistic sound as he pumped into the girl from behind and the girl let out a girlish whimper. Mona grew wet watching, terribly wet, and she was already eager for her turn with thesatyr.
Malcolm’s muscles were tight all over his body. He was all sweating skin and straining sinew, organ and bone. He yanked the girl in his grip back against his cock one last time. She cried out in her climax and he gruntedinhis.
The girl slid off his organ and fell onto the floor onherback.
"Pinky!” the girl in yellow cried. She dropped to her knees at the pink girl’s side and took the ribbons from her wrist. The girl in blue lifted the pink girl’s pale hand to her lips andkissedit.
"Are you there?” the girl in blueasked.
Pinky opened her eyes and raised her head. "He got me.” She gave a pitiful fake cough like a child trying to get out of school fortheday.
"In the heart?” the yellow girl asked, her eyes wide with wonder andconcern.
"Is my heart between my legs?” the girl, Pinky,asked.
