Erotic short story based on The Tempest, by William Shakespeare
"Tempest," is a tongue-in-cheek pastiche of William Shakespeare's comic play, The Tempest. The Bard's creation recounts the aftermath of a shipwreck on the sorcerer Prospero's magic island. But Shakespeare omitted some details: While Prospero was busy with his books, his daughter Miranda was getting it on with the ethereal Ariel and the bestial Caliban. This version tells "the rest of the story."
Read Tempest, Part 1 (Acts I and II) here.
Venus, by Georges Barbier
Act III Stormy Weather
The day dawned red and the hair on Caliban’s body stood on end. The air smelled like iron, and despite the mad squawking of the birds, Caliban heard distant thunder. Should he warn Prospero and the others of the impending storm? What had they ever done for him? Let them die.
As it happened, Prospero already knew about the storm. He was creating it with his sorcery. Deep in his laboratory, Prospero’s florid cheeks puffed and his white goatee trembled as he shouted imprecations at the sky.
“There is a yacht called the Shakespeare five leagues from here,” Prospero cried. “It carries a villain named Antonio. Bastard blew my savings in a ponzi scheme. Never invested a dime.
“O, ye winds, carry the yacht to my island and break it asunder! But let the passengers live so that I might exact my revenge.”
Ariel applauded and fawned, “You nailed it, Chief!” He then excused himself to go find Miranda. They could have a little roll in the palm fronds before the ship hit the sand.
Ariel found Miranda with Caliban, “making the beast with two backs.” It was abhorrent – but oddly arousing – to see this lovely girl squatting on Caliban’s cock while the loathsome creature pawed her clit and breasts. Still, if you can’t beat ‘em….
Ariel rendered himself invisible, stood astride Caliban and shoved his cock into Miranda’s mouth. Her eyes flew open and she gagged, but she soon realized what was happening and got into it. Ariel had made his cock taste like banana; Miranda loved bananas.
“Tell me you want it,” Caliban said.
Miranda, trying to talk with her mouth full, emitted a muffled grunt. This aroused Caliban’s suspicions. He grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it past Miranda’s bobbing head so that it landed on Ariel, making the heretofore-invisible sprite, visible.
The sight of Miranda fucking Ariel with her mouth made Caliban come. The sight of Miranda bouncing up and down on the creature made Ariel come. The feeling of Ariel’s cock in her mouth and Caliban’s cock in her cunt made Miranda explode with pleasure, and she rode the wave of her orgasm as if surfing on wind-whipped waves.
All three collapsed in a heap, their passion spent. Ariel was the first to rise. “You could do a wash now and then,” he chided, lifting the edge of the sheet between his thumb and forefinger and wrinkling his nose in disgust. Caliban was about to let Ariel have it when the sound of splintering wood split the air.
“What was that?” Miranda said, dusting herself off and getting dressed. “Let’s go see.”
When the threesome reached the beach, they found a group of dazed survivors stumbling from the Shakespeare’s wreckage. Leading them was a handsome young man whose tattered shirt revealed killer abs. He carried an old man in his arms.
“Who’s that?” Miranda asked, eyeing the beautiful stranger. “I think I’m in love.”
“The meat-treat is Ferdinand,” Ariel replied. “The old guy’s his father, Antonio. He’s the one who swindled your dad. Prospero’s waiting for him.”
Ariel sprouted wings and whisked Antonio away, leaving Ferdinand no memory of the event. Meanwhile, a barrel of rum had washed ashore; the crew was already so drunk they did not recoil when Caliban joined them.
This left Ferdinand and Miranda running toward each other across the sand as if enchanted. Miranda introduced herself. “My father and I live on this island,” she said, “alone. You’re my first man.” Miranda’s intuition – and a pleasant sensation between her legs – told her that Ferdinand was an exemplar of the breed.
Miranda gazed into his icy blue eyes in wonder. She ran the backs of her hands lightly across the peppery stubble on his cheeks. She touched the cleft of his chin. She combed his dark, wet hair back from his forehead with her fingers.
Ferdinand let her explore. Despite the fact that he’d just survived a shipwreck, the sight of this ethereal woman-child had given him a hard-on. Her dewy complexion, flushed with pink. Her stormy dark hair, flecked with blossoms. Her firm, high breasts, long legs and tight little tush.
And he was her first! He needed to marry a virgin to assure the line of succession to his father’s empire. Why not a luscious virgin whose father owned an island?
“Marry me,” he implored, a sunbeam glinting off his teeth.
Knowing this was her ticket off the island, Miranda jumped up, wrapped her legs around Ferdinand’s waist and cried, “Yes!” The tip of Ferdinand’s cock bumped cheerfully against her butt. She brushed her breasts back and forth against his chest and covered his face with kisses.
“Whoa! Wait a minute!” Ferdinand said, lifting Miranda under the arms and depositing her on the ground. “First the ship’s doctor needs to certify that you’re intact.”
Miranda screwed up her face in puzzlement.
“Virgo intacto,” Ferdinand answered, blushing.
“I’m Sagittarius,” Miranda replied.
“A virgin,” Ferdinand insisted.
“Right. No prob,” Miranda said. “Give me a minute.” She took off down the beach.
Act IV All is Made Whole
Miranda found Ariel in the lab with Prospero and Antonio, who were hugging, crying and reminiscing about the “good old days.”
“I thought they’d have killed each other by now,” she told him. “What’s up?”
“I couldn’t take the yammering,” Ariel said. “I gave them a love potion and a box of tissues.”
“This is all very touching,” Miranda said. “But Ferdinand won’t marry me unless I’m a virgin. He’s getting a doctor to check it out.”
“That “is” a problem,” Ariel said, stifling a laugh.
“Do something,” Miranda insisted. “Re-virginate me!”
“I do spells and magic tricks,” Ariel said. “I’m not a miracle worker.”
“I’ll tell Prospero that you’ve been fucking me and he’ll never set you free,” Miranda said, stomping her foot.
This got Ariel’s attention. Prospero had promised to cancel Ariel’s indenture if the shipwreck caper worked.
“Alright,” Ariel said. “I’m goin’ in!”
Ariel indicated that Miranda should part her legs, then, taking the form of a hymen, he inserted himself into her vagina. She heard a tiny, far-away voice say, “Don’t expect me to do this on your wedding night.”
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The ship’s doctor escorted Miranda to a room where he could examine her in private. “Lie down, dear,” he said, snapping on a rubber glove. “You may feel some discomfort.”
Actually, Miranda felt horny as the doctor looked inside her with a flashlight and probed her with his middle finger. Ariel, on the other hand, emitted an “Ouch!” which the doctor attributed to his patient.
When the exam was over, the doctor left to congratulate Ferdinand, and Ariel popped out of Miranda’s pussy as if he were a tampon. Meanwhile, Prospero and his new best friend, Antonio, stood on the beach admiring the Shakespeare, which Prospero had restored to its former glory.
The ship’s captain married Miranda and Ferdinand that evening under a blazing pink sunset, with their fathers and the Shakespeare’s crew in attendance. Ariel and Caliban served as bridesmaids. After the ceremony, Prospero set his two, long-suffering slaves free.
Chapter V All’s Well That Ends Well
Ferdinand, wearing nothing but loose-fitting linen pants and an erection, carried his new bride to a fairy bower and placed her on a bed of rose petals. He sat beside her and cupped her pretty face in his hands.
“Sweet, innocent girl,” he whispered and tenderly kissed her forehead. “No mother to instruct you. No friends to confide in.”
He leaned forward. Miranda thought he was going to slip off his trousers, but he drew a diagram in the sand instead.
“This is the boy’s pee-pee,” he said, “and this is the girl’s va-jay-jay. When a boy and a girl love each other….”
Was this guy for real? “Show me!” Miranda said. She pulled him back into bed and rubbed her body against his. Ferdinand lifted Miranda’s filmy gown over her head. She unfastened his pants and pulled them down past his hard, “hairless” buttocks and his enormous cock.
Ferdinand lay on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Give me some tongue, Miranda thought. Suck my tits. She was just reaching for his cock when its big, smooth head nudged its way into her cunt.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried, grabbing his ass and pulling him in.
Ferdinand filled her completely, and when he executed one hard, deep thrust, she nearly swooned with delight. Then he stopped. His cock pumped a few times and shriveled. Disgusted, Miranda clenched her muscles and spit him out entirely.
“That was great, babe,” Ferdinand said, rolling off her, and within ten seconds, he was snoring.
Miranda mopped herself between the legs with Ferdinand’s trousers and, smoothing her gown and straightening her hair, headed for the beach. All she needed was one sailor who wasn’t totally blotto to help her take the edge off.
Light from the sailors’ bonfire still illuminated the night sky, but Miranda had arrived too late. The men lay in sodden heaps under a low-hanging haze of boozy fumes. It was beginning to look like another night alone with her vibrator when a voice called, “Miranda!”
Ariel waved at her from a little distance down the beach. As she drew nearer, she could see that he was sitting on a piece of driftwood with a handsome stranger.
“Am I glad to see you,” Miranda said.
“Where’s Ferdinand?” Ariel asked.
“Don’t ask. Who’s the stud?”
“It’s Caliban, silly,” Ariel said. “I ‘Queer-Eyed’ him.”
Caliban stood and took a few hunky turns as if on a catwalk in New York. Miranda’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t recognized him without his pelt.
As if reading her mind, Ariel said, “Prospero’s got a laser in the lab. Hurts like a bitch, but so worth it.
“Like the ‘do’?” he continued. “High lights. Low lights. Boyish. Tousled. Look at the dimple in his chin. Who knew? And the clothes. Maxim meets GQ. I may just keep him for myself.”
Even in the dim light, Miranda saw Caliban blush under his rich tan. “Now that Ariel and I are free,” Caliban said, “we’re going to cruise the world. Meet rich widows. Ariel taught me how to tango.”
“I’ll tango with you,” Miranda said, wrapping her arms around Caliban’s neck. “It takes two, you know.”
“Sometimes it takes three,” Ariel said. He knelt behind her and stuck his head up her dress. “Whew! Fun-keee!” He rimmed her pouty little asshole and glided his fingers into her pussy.
Caliban slipped off his shirt and dropped his pants, revealing his huge cock in a silky, sock-like G-string.
Before long, the three were licking, poking, sucking and fucking like old times. As they lay together afterwards, with Miranda in the middle, Ariel asked again about Ferdinand.
“Big mistake,” Miranda said, draping her arms over her lovers’ thighs. “Anything you can do about it?”
Ariel snapped his fingers. “It never happened,” he announced, and the trio drifted off to sleep.
Epilogue
Once the crew sobered up, the Shakespeare sailed away, taking Prospero, Antonio and Ferdinand with it, never to return.
Far from being punished for his financial misdeeds, Antonio got a government bailout, which maintained Prospero and him in a villa in Cannes for the rest of their lives.
Ferdinand found fame on a show called, “The Bachelor,” where, one special night, he handed a rose to one very lucky girl.
Miranda, Ariel, and Caliban opened a nude resort on the island, called “Ménage a Trois,” and lived happily ever after.