"Same as if he had a bone in his throat," said the Griffin and set to work shaking him and punching his shell.

At last the Coitus Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he went on again.

"You may not have lived much under the sea," the Coitus Turtle groaned...

"I haven't," Alice interrupted.

"But anyway, you was one more good fuck," the Turtle cooed to Alice. "The best fuck me thinks me has ever had. But then again, there ain't no such thing as a bad fuck, is there?"

"I don't think so," Alice smiled at him watching his big green dick slowly shrink back down to normal size.

But even when it had shrunk back down to its normal size, it was still a mammoth cock, hanging down between the Turtle's knobby knees and resting on the rock the Turtle sat on.

"Oh, by the way, have you ever been introduced to a lobster?" he asked eyeing her big, bare breasts, seemingly still interested in her tits even after fucking for a full three hours.

Alice smiled at the attention and started to say `I once tasted one', but hastily checked herself, and said, "No, never. Although, I did fuck a Crab and his son."

"Very similar, the crabs and lobsters, but then you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!" grinned the Turtle.

"No, indeed," said Alice, sitting down on another rock. "What sort of a dance is it?"

"Why," said the Griffin, "you first form into a line along the sea-shore."

"Two lines!" cried the Coitus Turtle. "Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on... Then, once you've cleared all the jellyfish out of the way..."

"And that generally takes some time," interrupted the Griffin.

"...you fuck until you both have come at least twice," continued the Turtle. ......(cont)