1968 Then Came the Hurdy Gurdy Man

AUTHOR'S NOTE. Obviously, the Mythical Creatures mentioned below exist solely within the imagination of the main protagonists. The story contains only human to human intercourse yet finding the right category for it was problematic. You may well have your own opinion.

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Strange are the passions that grip a man. Cedric Lennox studied Theology, Philosophy and Classics at Corpus Christi College Oxford. Theology because as the youngest son of a landed family his only career options were the Military or the Church. The thought of fighting anyone, let alone killing them, filled him with horror. His interest in Christian theological matters was lukewarm at best but it fitted well with his study of the Classics as did, to a certain extent, Philosophy.

While Greek and Latin were always a chore to be endured, the myths of Ancient Greece and Rome sent his heart racing. But even more than the exploits of gods and heroes, his great love was mythical beasts.

He was intrigued by them all but Cedric was particularly fascinated by the ability of the writers and artists of old to combine animal with animal and often human with animal to produce fantastic yet believable creatures.

From his earliest boyhood, he had scoured secondhand bookshops looking for old illustrated tomes containing engravings of Gryphon, Harpies, Chimera and the like. By the time that he went up to Oxford, Cedric had emassed a impressive collection.

From then on, the generous allowance from his father permitted him to purchase rarer items from antiquarian booksellers.

That is how Cedric met Phyllida.

Phyllida Boyd too had a desire to study Classics. She had passed the entrance exam for St Hilda's College Oxford. Unfortunately, her parents' financial circumstances changed suddenly and her hopes were dashed.

Phyllida became a librarian instead.

After two years of stamping and handing out Barbara Cartlands, Agatha Christies and Enid Blytons, stamping them back in and replacing them in the correct place on the correct shelf in the correct section, she left the library and got a job in Sanders' Bookshop in High Street, Oxford.

Phyllida thought it the next best thing to a University education. She got to handle rare books on Classical subjects on a daily basis. Mr Sanders, old Mr Sanders that is, very quickly began to value her knowledge of the Ancient World.

Mostly, only grey bearded gentlemen actually purchased the most expensive volumes but there was one young undergraduate who had a taste for and could afford to buy these books.

Cedric Lennox would discuss his potential acquisitions with Phyllida before committing himself. Very soon he came to trust her opinion and she started to hold back items that she really should have put up for general sale. She always gave Cedric 'first refusal' and he rarely failed to take her advice.

Not many months passed before his love of rare books was surpassed by his passion for Phyllida. It may have been her petite figure or her fresh complexion but it could have been her acute mind or subtle wit, yet again there is a chance that he was drawn to Phyllida's short dark curls and thick black rimmed spectacles. What could have had some bearing on the matter was the smart but academic way she dressed. But, if you ask my opinion, I feel that the principal appeal, for Cedric, was the young lady's small but perfectly rounded tits.

Regardless, his weekly visits to Sanders' evolved into twice weekly affairs.

Eventually, Cedric nearly summoned the courage to ask Phyllida if she would care to have lunch with him. Nearly, but not quite.

Fortune intervened when, as the pair were poring over a facsimile copy of a much older illustrated Arabic book called 'On the Usefulness of Animals', old Mr Sanders wandered into the shop.

"Are you two young people a couple, now?" he asked, casually.

"No!" they replied in unison.

"Whyever not?

Before either of them could think of a reason, he went on, "Put that volume under the counter, it will keep it for you. I will mind the shop while you both go around the corner to that new Italian Coffee place.

"Don't come back until you have come to some arrangement."

"But......" was the joint response.

"But me no buts, just go," insisted the old gentleman.

They went.

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The couple saw each other regularly, kissed, held hands, went so far but no further, met each other's parents and when Cedric was ordained and became the Curate at a large church in Devizes in Wiltshire the two of them were engaged to be married.

By 1956, when Pyllida was 26 and Cedric a year older, they wed at her parish church in Oxford.

In the way of a honeymoon the happy couple planned to spend a fortnight hiking in the Lake District.

They travelled up by train and signed the hotel register as 'The Reverend and Mrs Cedric Lennox'.

The first night was everything that Pyllida had hoped it would be. Cedric agreed that the wait had been worth it. Every day they trudged the tracks and byeways around the lakes. Each night they couldn't get enough of each other.

And not just the nights. During one morning, the newlyweds were walking through a wooded glade when they came across a swath of golden daffodils upon a trackside bank.

"Oh look!" cried Pyllida, "How poetic!"

Cedric pulled her into his embrace and as they kissed passionately, she could feel the prominent bulge in his hiking shorts.

"Quickly," said the new wife, as she climbed onto the grassy verge, "take me amongst the daffodils!"

Looking around to reassure himself that they were alone, Cedric folllowed her off the track. By the time that he had caught up, his wife had pulled up her skirt, slipped off her knickers, and was lying legs apart surrounded by gold.

Getting his shorts to half-mast, the obedient husband climbed between her raised knees. After six days of practice, he had no trouble finding his target.

Phyllida gasped as he slipped into her, "Mr Wordsworth would have been horrified."

"Yes, what a limerick he would have written, if indeed he ever wrote such a thing," laughed Cedric, commencing his thrusting.

Lost in nature and mutual ecstasy, the couple did their best to synchronize their movement; Pyllida lifting her hips slightly with each of his downward thrusts.

"Yes!" she cried, as he unloaded into her.

At that moment they became aware of boisterous singing some way down the track that they had arrived by.

"......... with a knapsack on my back.

"Val-deri, val-dera........................"

The couple jumped to their feet, adjusted their clothing and made off away from the sound. Cedric and Phyllida were in fits of laughter as they rounded the next bend without being seen.

"That was nearly awkward, old girl."

"Still, we got away with it, didn't we, darling?" she replied.

They walked on a few paces further, when Pyllida said, "On blast, my drawers! I left them on top of the flowers."

Cedric chuckled, "Not to worry, I'm sure you have others."

"No, you don't understand, they were the very expensive powder blue ones that go with this brasserie. I bought them especially for the honeymoon."

"Still, never mind," said her husband, "they were very nice but it can't be helped."

"We will have to go back for them!"

"If you insist," said Cedric, good naturedly, "Let's have a look to see if there is anybody still about. I don't want you to be embarrassed."

"It all sounds quiet now," he whispered, as they cautiously retraced their steps and peered around a large bush.

Several yards away, seated on the same daffodil bank that had witnessed their passion, were a group of six or seven young men all dressed in light olive-green short-sleeved shirts and darker green shorts.

"I recognise those maroon berets and red neckerchiefs, they are senior scouts," said Cedric, rather pleased with himself for remembering.

Phyllida hissed, "Nevermind that, look what they're doing!"

It then became apparent to Cedric that the young men were passing something pale blue between themselves. Each one took a turn to sniff the gusset of his wife's discarded knickers before handing them on.

A few of the scouts had a hand up the leg of their shorts and were pulling on something contained within. As the pants were handed back to a rather tall spotty lad, he got out his penis and started to use Phyllida's undergarment to masturbate himself with.

"Do you still want to go and ask for them back?" enquired Cedric, with a grin.

"No, I don't think that I do," laughed his wife.

They hastily went on with their hike.

That night, as they made love, Cedric reminded Phyllida that one of the scouts probably had a rather novel souvenir from the Lake District.

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Within a year, Cedric was granted his own parish in Wareham in Dorset. His father joked that he would be a Bishop by the time he was thirty. His son casually informed him that he had no ambitions in that area and that he would much rather spend the rest of his life as a country parson. The old man made a telephone call, eighteen months later the couple moved into a handsome vicarage in the idyllic Dorset village of Winterbourne Fitz Hugh.

Phyllida and Cedric were so happy. They spent their days roaming the rural lanes and woods, their nights were devoted to reading and poring over Cedric's rare books; and to each other. Of course, they read newspapers, listened to the wireless and occasionally watched a programme on BBC2 but generally the outside world didn't intrude too much on them.

The Church of St Edward had its origins in the Anglo Saxon period. Fortunately for Cedric, neither the parish or the parishioners were particularly demanding.

A group of village ladies took care of cleaning the interior and arranging flowers. They occasionally alllowed Phyllida to help. With her beautiful singing voice and ability to pick up tunes easily, she was a welcome addition to the choir.

Mathew Blye, a chap in his early sixties, performed the role of Verger. The old man knew the Anglican rituals and services by heart which saved Cedric having to remember too much. On top of this Mathew, being a former stonemason, maintained the church building as if it were his own.

As the years passed, Phyllida was happy that Cedric was happy and Cedric was happy that Pyllida was content.

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"The missus has told me that there are some of them damned Beatniks camped in the meadow behind the churchyard. She says that they've got one of those German campervans, you know the ones with the split windscreen.

"Do you want me to chuck them off, it is church land after all?" blustered Mathew Blye.

"Are they actually causing any damage?" asked the Reverend Lennox.

"Not that I know but Mrs Blye has seen them taking their clothes off and bathing in the river."

Cedric replied, "Well, cleanliness is next to godliness."

"But there are three hairy blokes and a woman, the men are even wearing flowers and beads. It don't seem quite proper. And they've got 'Make Love Not War' plastered on the side of their van."

The Vicar thought for a moment, "I recall reading about these young people in 'The Guardian'. They're what the newspapers are defining as a 'counter-culture'. Yes that's it, I think that they are called 'Flower Children' or 'Hippies' but I think that they refer to themselves as 'The Beautiful People'.

"I remember thinking that their advocacy of Peace and Love is very admirable.

"But I fear that their promotion of 'Free Love' is what is getting them a bad name."

"I don't know anything about free love, I usually have to buy Mrs Blye a new hat or a handbag," laughed the Verger.

"Begging your pardon Vicar," he added, fearing that perhaps he'd gone too far.

"No, no, I appreciate a smutty joke as much as anyone.

"Phyllida is helping with the flowers in the church this morning. I'll just let her know where I am and then I'll go down and have a word with them. I'm interested to hear about their philosophy," said Cedric.

"You go careful then, Vicar, my Ivy said that one of the young blokes is huge."

"Given the declaration on their vehicle, I don't think that I am in any great danger," concluded the clergyman.

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"How did you get on with those young people, dear?" enquired Phyllida, when Cedric came home for his lunch.

"Most illuminating. Their thoughts on non-aggression were so simple. Perhaps too simple but their philosophy was a refreshing alternative to all the warmongering that goes on today.

"Evidently, the four of them are returning from what they call a 'music festival' on the Isle of Wight and are making their way up to Glastonbury. They think that there is a mystical force passing through the place."

His wife sighed, "I'm sorry that I didn't go with you, I would have liked to hear what they had to say."

"Ah, that's good because I've asked them for afternoon tea today. I hope you don't mind."

"I had better get on and bake some scones then, hadn't I?" she smiled.

Her husband added, "Oh, by the way, they are vegetarians."

"Right, so ham sandwiches aren't a good idea then," mused Phyllida.

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Sky proved to be a pixie-faced young woman with a mass of fuzzy ginger hair and a frame that was only slightly smaller than Phyllida's. The Vicar's wife was a little envious of her bust but put that thought to one side because it was a sin.

All three men had the same long hair and beards and were of a similar build to each other. Their demeanors couldn't have been more different though. River held himself with the sort of aristocratic ease that Cedric instantly recognised as being like his brothers' air of entitlement. Forest, on the other hand, was more nervy, quite reminiscent, Cedric thought, of a mountain goat. While Kevin had a kind of sad puppy dog expression.

After a rather conventional exchange of greetings and enquiries regarding everyone's health, Phyllida said, "Sky, my dear, why don't you come and help me with the tea?"

"Oh right, yeh," Sky answered.

While they were waiting for the kettle to boil, Phyllida ascertained who preferred milk and sugar or just lemon.

"So, tell me, which one is your boyfriend?"

Sky laughed. "Whichever one takes my fancy at the time. Sometimes, none of them. Sometimes, all of them," she answered.

"Oh!" said Phyllida, colouring a little.

"How old are you?" Sky asked, boldly.

"I am thirty-eight."

"And how long have you been married to the Vicar?"

"A little over twelve years, why do you ask?"

"Can you honestly say that you haven't wondered what it would be like to have a different cock from time to time," laughed Sky.

Pyllida was a little taken aback but finally said, "Well.................."

"There, why limit yourself?"

To extricate herself from an awkward conversation, Phyllida asked, "Is Sky your real name?"

"No, it's Janice really but that's not particularly cosmic, is it?" responded Sky, smiling gently, realising that perhaps she'd been a bit unkind to her hostess.

What a strange sight it was to see the advocates of 'The Age of Aquarius', dressed in their brightly coloured Indian cotton clothes, hair festooned with flowers, beads and bells around their necks, eating cucumber sandwiches in the front parlour of the 17th century vicarage. Yet somehow the conversation flowed easily. Neither side was judgemental. Everyone showed a genuine interest in the other's thoughts and opinions.

"Yes," enthused Sky, in response to Phyllida's inquiry about the music festival, "Jefferson Airplane were brilliant. And the lead singer of Tyrannosaurus Rex had a charisma about him that was astral.

"What sort of music do you like?"

Phyllida replied, 'Don't laugh, but I quite like Cliff Richard."

"Yes, he was quite big in his day, I remember," said Forest, keeping a straight face with difficulty.

The buttered scones with cream and strawberry jam went down really well, Phyllida had been concerned in case they weren't quite vegetarian enough.

What sort of food can you eat?" enquired the Vicar's wife, believing that the options must be fairly limited.

Sky explained, "Obviously, all sorts of vegetables. Nuts and pulses can be used to add variety. We all eat dairy products because the animals aren't actually killed. Kev occasionally eats fish too.

"I'll tell you what, I've had some Adzuki Beans soaking and I'm planning to make them into burgers, as you've both been so kind, why don't you come down to the van for supper?" offered Sky.

Phyllida responded, joyfully, "Oh, yes please, I've never had a burger."

"What? Not even a Wimpy?" laughed Kevin.

"No, I like to try new things but I don't often get the chance, living in the countryside."

"Then it could be an interesting night," said Forest.

Sky added, "We eat at about eight."

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The heat was just leaving the early September day by the time that Phyllida and Cedric approached the colourful Volkswagen. There was a fire burning in a makeshift hearth with several deckchairs, of varying age and degree of decrepitude, arranged around it.

"Welcome!" said River, handing them both a beaker of cider.

He went on, "You're just in time, Sky will be out with the food shortly. Take a seat, do."

"So glad you came!" beamed Sky as she emerged from the van holding two beaten up enamel plates each of which held a bread roll with something of a reddish-brown hue sandwiched within it. She was followed by Kevin and Forest each holding a further two similar plates.

When they had finished eating, Phyllida said, "That was delicious!"

"Thank you. I bought half a dozen fresh rolls from the village shop this morning, that's what gave me the notion to make burgers. Kev says it's the only thing he misses about being a veggy,"

"It's true," agreed Kevin, "Sky puts cheese and sliced gherkins in them too, just to please me."

Replete, everybody relaxed into their deckchairs. River lit up a rather large cigarette. He took a deep draw on it before passing it to Sky. She did the same before handing it on to Forest. Phyllida couldn't help thinking of the incident from their honeymoon and laughing to herself. She caught a whiff of a strange resin-sweet odour as she thought it a shame that the young people all had to share one cigarette.

When Kevin offered it to Phyllida, she said, "No, thank you, we really don't smoke."

"Fair enough, each to his own," he answered as he rose from his seat and handed it back to River to start its journey again.

Sky came towards them unwrapping a small piece of tin foil. "Try this instead, it's just a little acid," she said. Nestled in the foil were two halves of a sugar cube.

"Do you mean LSD?" asked Cedric.

"Yeh, it's not too strong, it will set your mind free."

Before the Vicar could say, "I don't kno.........." Phyllida had picked up a piece and thrown it into her mouth.

"I want to try it," she said.

Cedric shrugged his shoulders saying, "I have heard that it can produce spiritual revelations, so I suppose it won't really hurt." He took the other piece.

As the light began to fade three or four oil lamps were lit which only added to the conviviality.

River picked his guitar and strummed a few chords. Kevin produced a pair of bongos and gave them some random hard taps. After a while Forest held a set of panpipes to his lips and blew a couple of notes.

As the strumming became more steady, something resembling a tune began to take shape. Voices joined in with a low hum.

Cedric knew it was music but somehow the notes were also starting to produce colours in his mind. Bright vibrant colours. Alongside him, Pyllida had picked up the tune now and was humming it with conviction, she felt the sound deep within her knickers. Cedric was convinced that she was next to him but the sound somehow echoed from the surrounding hills.

As the tune gained momentum, River began to sing the verse over the humming, "Thrown like a star in my vast sleep.

"I opened my eyes to take a peek.

"To find that I was by the sea.

"Gazing with tranquility......"

When he got to the first chorus the hippies all joined in softly.

By the time it came around again, Pyllida joined in too, "T'was then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man came singing songs of love.

"Then when Hurdy Gurdy Man came singing songs of love.

"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy............."

She swayed her head as she hummed the next verse. Cedric saw the firelight appear to ricochet from her hair and spectacles in all directions like darts of intense greeny-black yellow light.

By the time that the Hurdy Gurdy Man returned, he felt as if the actual ancient instrument was turning inside his head with tones of his wife's sweet voice; miraculously infused with her sexual odours.

The song continued, sometimes near, sometimes faraway. Sometimes purple, sometimes golden green. Evoking in Cedric's brain memories of the colours contained within the Bestiaries in his collection. When there were no more verses to be sung, the humming continued on and on. Each musician would go off track for a bit only to return to the tune when they felt ready. Again and again the hypnotic sound travelled up and down the valley; gaining and losing and regaining rainbows as it went.

Still the droning melody went on as Sky stood and walked towards Phyllida. Cedric was amazed at the torrent that flowed behind her, every shade from vermilion to burgundy, all flowing from her hair.

She held out both hands and the older woman took them gently as she got to her feet. Together they danced hand in hand around the flickering fire. At times the greeny-black yellow and shades of red merged in Cedric's eyesight. Their eyes glowed so very brightly with firelight, with lamplight, with moonlight.

Hardly breaking stride, the younger woman pulled her loose cotton shirt up over her head and threw it at Cedric. It hit him full in the face. He laughed loudly as it seemed to flow off him like thin custard.

Naked from the waist upwards, with large creamy breasts and red brown nipples bouncing wildly, she pulled Phyllida on another circuit.

As they danced by again, his wife grasped the edge of her blouse and looked towards Cedric.

Without waiting for his affirmation, she pulled it up and over her head without undoing the buttons. Awkwardly, Sky held her back as she unfastened Phyllida's pink bra and pulled it off. Cedric applauded loudly.

By the time they were back on his side of the fire, both women had removed their skirts. Sky danced in nothing but her brown leather sandals, Pyllida in just her pink suspender belt, stockings, court shoes and pink knickers.

When Phyllida collapsed into a deckchair on the next circuit the drawers had disappeared as well. Sky fell to her knees before her.

Slowly, the music petered out in anticipation. To Cedric, it felt like it had dropped into a large rabbit hole. Something inside him knew that reality no longer existed for any of them.

His wife spread her legs. As Sky dipped her head towards the black bush of Phyllida's pubic hair, her long fuzzy locks had changed, in the Vicar's mind, into a writhing mass of red snakes.

"Medusa!" cried Cedric with delight.

Phyllida raised her knees, he saw her place both hands into the squirming serpents and pull them towards her.

She felt the full width of Sky's warm tongue lap at her vulva and then over her clitoris. Pyllida had often been awoken by dreams of this nature before but this felt more real and yet unreal at the same time. It must surely be whatever was on that sweet cube that was brightening and distorting her senses.

Her husband wasn't sure how far away they were but he could hear the other men express their approval at the exhibition. The snakes squirmed and the Vicar's wife moaned.

"Yes, there, there!" screamed Phyllida as she threw her head back sending a river of black oily liquid out from her hair. Cedric saw it fly up towards the green full moon.

The snakes levitated from Phyllida's lap and tumbled around Sky's neck.

She pulled the Vicar's wife to her feet gently and then took her place on the deckchair. Phyllida threw off her spectacles and sank to her knees as Sky pulled her hair to gently guide her face into the red slit between the ginger pubic hair. The taste of elderflower cordial washed over the tip of Phyllida's tongue but somehow wilder and more intense. Could she expect any of her senses to react normally, she wondered. Yet as she lapped at Sky and Sky squirmed a moment of true enlightenment engulfed Phyllida; if she had to choose between licking a woman's clitoris and having hers licked, she would probably prefer the latter.

Cedric knew not to look into Medusa's eyes, for fear of being turned to stone. He loved his wife's slightly plump round backside but he had never seen it with all these swirling colours of the fire and oil lamps racing across it. Cedric concentrated his gaze on this.

He felt his penis straining as Phyllida's curls bobbed black, purple and grass green, between Sky's legs. The discomfort was strangely exhilarating for him.

Forest saw an opportunity. Skittishly, he hovered behind Phyllida before pulling his tackle from the slit in the front of his voluminous brightly coloured trousers. His penis sprang forward. He knelt.

Something in his action whirled and provoked a memory from deep inside Cedric's subconscious.

"Phyllida, you are privileged, the great god Pan is about to have you, he selects only the most sexually perfect human females," cried Cedric with glee.

Forest slipped easily into the Vicar's wife and started to thrust.

As the cotton material bunched and slammed against her backside, Phyllida lifted her head and shouted, "Yes, yes, he truly is a goat below the waist. I can feel it."

Sky tried to pull her head down again, but the mature wife said, "No, no, wait, Pan has first use of me."

For a great god, Pan didn't last long as he shared his bounty with this human female. Phyllida rather thought that the gods of old would have larger penises and more staying power. Then it occurred to her that nobody other than Cedric had ejaculated in her before now. She felt like a dirty trollope and yet, simultaneously, thrilled.

"Thank you, thank you," said Phyllida as she got to her feet, forgetting completely her half-finished business with Sky.

As she spun around, Phyllida exclaimed, " Wow!" at the assault on her senses from the colours, smells and sounds of the fire.

Unable to focus without her glasses, she was trying to take in the strangeness of it all. Phyllida felt one hand on her shoulder and another on the back of her head as she was gently guided downwards and a rather thick penis was slipped into her mouth.

What Cedric saw was Kevin, transmuted in the Vicar's eyes from the puppy dog looking hippie into what resembled the three-headed dog of fable Cerberus.

The mythical canine appeared to be standing on its hind legs. The classical scholar knew that the creature had three heads. What he had never noticed before was that he also had three penises as well. He was now slipping all three of them into his wife's mouth.

"Don't upset him! Just suck!" cried Cedric, "That should appease Cerberus."

Phyllida knew that the guardian of the underworld could be unpredictable so she did as her husband suggested. As she sucked, Cerberus pulled her head up and down gently, which she took as a sign that he approved of what she was doing.

Sky meanwhile, no doubt feeling rejected, had crawled across the grass on her hands and knees and was unbuttoning the Vicar's trousers. Once his penis had been released from captivity, Sky immediately re-incarcerated it with her lips.

Rather than feeling serpent like, the writhing mass of red snakes on her head felt silky smooth as they flapped gently on and off his lap. He tried to concentrate on watching Phyllida and not think about what Medusa's tongue was doing. He was glad that in this position she couldn't look into his eyes as he would have been turned to stone.

Into the ring of popping swirling multi-tinted light, shed by the fire, River stepped completely naked.

Pulling his gaze away from his wife, fellating the Dog of Hades, Cedric caught sight of River's stiff equestrian sized penis. Half man, half horse? Years of study and a little LSD could only conjure a Centaur majestically striding towards his bending wife. He had wanted to see one for all of his life and now a Centaur was standing before him and, he believed, about to have intercourse with Phyllida; she had always been excited by illustrations of them so he hoped that she wouldn't be too put out.

Suddenly thinking of the practicalities of his petite wife being impaled by such a large phylus, he felt he should warn her.

"Brace yourself, my love, I believe that a Centaur is about to have his way with you.

"But I hope that Pan will have made it easier for him," he called, his voice made tremulous by Sky's attention.

Phyllida was in no position to express an opinion on this as she was reluctant to stop sucking Cerberus in case he took offence. Instead, she simply tried to get her shoes much further apart. Cedric took this to mean that she wasn't too daunted by the prospect.

From where he was seated, the Vicar saw the Centaur inch forward. Taking the head of his horse-like penis in his hand, the mythical creature eased it into Phyllida's vagina. After about ten inches had been lost to sight, the Centaur withdrew a little. Then he thrust forward. Cedric heard the squelching which had a turquoise rose hued flare to it.

From where she was bending, his wife felt something large carefully enter her. She always knew that Centaurs were misjudged and really had a gentle side. Slowly, it filled her, pressing and stretching. Then it started to withdraw. Phyllida thought she could take a little more but maybe when he got going, she would. Then she felt the creature thrust forward. She said a silent thank you to Pan for his pioneering work.

With slow erratic stabbing movements, River continued. Phyllida nearly forgot herself and released her suction on the Dog of Hades but instead she sucked harder. This was too much for Cerberus. Somehow, he reached under her and grasped each of her breasts as he let out his semen. It poured over Phyllida's tongue in pulsing waves with a wild salty pineapple mint flavour. All she could do was swallow as the Centaur forced her back and forth against Cerberus.

As he lost rigidity, Phyllida hoped that he wouldn't mind too much if she released him. The last of Cerberus' semen splashed onto her chin.

The Dog of Hades, or rather Kevin, stayed where he was, holding her firmly by her tits and bracing her for River. Phyllida wondered if all mythical creatures supported each other as they mated. Before she could answer her own question, she felt the Centaur began to speed up. This time with a steady rhythm.

"Oh my, he is definitely going deeper," shouted Pyllida.

Sky lifted herself from sucking Cedric, turned and sat on his lap. He felt his penis being squashed under her. She rose slightly, put a hand between her legs and guided him into her. As she bounced, the clergyman had to tilt his head to one side and peer around her serpentine hair to maintain his view of the Centaur's rapid penetrations. Cedric held Sky's hips and tried to synchronize her movements with those of what he thought was a mythical equine beast's thrusts.

Suddenly, River reverted to the short stabbing movements as Phyllida felt something explode and fill her inside. As his penis shrunk and fell out of her, the Vicar's wife's stockings and shoes were splattered with spare semen.

Parting her legs, Sky began to slap her clitoris with the tips of her fingers, hard fast and repeatedly. The clergyman could feel her soaking his testicles as she orgasmed.

This was the last straw for Cedric. He shouted. "Oh! God! Phyllida!" as he ejaculated upwards into the young woman.

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The Epilogue.

It was six days before either of them alluded to that evening.

"As we have no idea what was reality and what was a chemically induced illusion, it may be best if we assume that none of it actually happened," said Cedric.

Phyllida agreed, "Yes, you are probably right. As you say, maybe it was all just an illusion." Although the illusion had left her slightly sore.

"Before she left, Sky was of the opinion that there are bound to be many more of those Music Festivals in the future.

"Do you think that we could buy a Volkswagen Campervan and visit one of two of them next Summer?" she asked.

"I don't see why not. Even a Clergyman and his wife are entitled to stray from the straight and narrow from time to time," laughed Cedric.

"Good," said his wife, "by way of preparation Sky has sent me a list of some 'essential records' that I should buy."

"That's a good idea. It will broaden our minds."

"I'm particularly keen to get a copy of 'Hurdy Gurdy Man' by a young man called Donovan," said Pyllida.