Hypno Celebs 1: Cindy Crawford
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB
Cindy Crawford walked into the photo studio. She wasn't that
happy to be there. She had a show to shoot for MTV later that
afternoon and had to get ready. But, her agent had been admant
about this. Seemed this Rafel guy was a hotshot new photographer
and her agent wanted to get him now. So, Cindy agreed. What the
hell, it was only for a half-hour.
The studio was located in an apartment building near Rodeo
Drive. Cindy brushed at her brown hair, which was bunned up. She
wore a simple one-piece silk dress. Rafel had no makeup people so
she had to get ready herself.
The studio itself was bare. There was a white backdrop, a
pair of floodlights, a camera on a tripod and a sofa nearby.
Rafel stood next to his equipment. He was a tall, handsome man
with vaugely European features. Strong build, long black hair and
peircing blue eyes. He gave her a brief glance. Cindy was
grateful. As one of the world's most beautiful women, she usually
had photographers falling for her. At least Rafel seemed to be a
professional.
"I know you're pressed for time, so let's get started now,"
Rafel said in an accented voice. "Come on up and we'll begin."
Cindy complied, putting her bag down and stepping up to the
marked spot on the backdrop. Rafel took a couple of shots of her
in various poses that Cindy knew by heart. "Okay, now, for this
next shot, I want you to lean forward with your hands over your
breasts. I'm going to give you something to focus on."
Rafel reached into a back pocket and took out an amulet
attached to a chain. He held it in front of Cindy and began to
lightly swing it. "Okay, now just keep your eyes on this. Look at
it. Concentrate on it. Focus on it. Keep looking at it."
Cindy stared at the amulet. It was disk-shaped, a dark green
color with a spiral design on it. As she watched, the amulet
seemed to glow and the spiral appeared to move. Cindy was
instantly captivated. She kept watching the amulet as it swang
from side to side. She couldn't take her eyes off it. For a brief
moment she was aware that her will seemed to be slipping away.
Then that awareness was gone. Her eyes continuing to follow the
disk, the young supermodel soon found herslef mezmerized by the
amulet. Her will was gone, replaced by a deep, biting need to
obey without question whoever owned the amulet.
Rafel smiled. "Cindy, close your eyes and sleep." Cindy
closed her eyes. She swayed slightly, totally hypnotized. Once
again, Rafel was grateful to his grandfather for giving him the
amulet. He didn't know if the legend that it was one of several
was true. He did know it's power. After staring into it, no woman
could disobey his commands.
Rafel only wished he had more time. When he'd heard the day
before that Crawford was in town, he'd quickly mezmerized her
agent and implanted the suggestion to set up this meeting.
Unfortunetly, between his schedule and her's, this was all the
time he could get. Ah, well, he'd better make the most of it.
"Cindy, you hear only my voice and obey only my commands. Is
that not true?"
"..Yes..Master.." Rafel felt an electrical thrill go through
his cock as he heard her call him "Master." Time to enjoy
himself. "Cindy, remove your dress." After a brief pause, Cindy
opened up the dress and let it fall to the floor. She wore only a
pair of silk panties. "Remove you panties." As she obeyed, Rafel
replaced the camera on the tripod with a video camera. He hit the
record button and then undressed himself. He took a moment to
admire the nude Crawford. He gazed at the pert breasts, the brown
tuft and her gorgeous face. Time to party.
"Cindy, open your eyes and look at me." Cindy's eyes opened
and slightly widened as she gazed at Rafel's hairy chest and
hard-rock cock. "You exsist only to pleasure me, Cindy. You want
me. You desire me. You live to satisfy me. You want nothing more
than for me to make love to you. Don't you?"
"..Yes..Master.."
Rafel stepped forward and kissed her passionetly. She
responded slowly, moving her tounge around the inside of his
mouth. Rafel took her and led her to the sofa. "Lie back, Cindy.
Lie back and let me pleasure you." He straddled her, massaging
her breasts. She moaned as a wave of pleasure filled her, her
breasts tightning under his deft fingers.
He entered her, driving his rigid member into her clit. She
groaned as he began to gyrate his cock in and out, sending a
rythmic sense of ecstasy through her.
Cindy was lost. The pleasure she felt was incredible. Her
concious mind had shut off and all that exsisted was the need to
feel her master satisfy her. She was more turned on than she had
ever been in her life. Her juices flowed out past Rafel's cock,
spilling onto the couch. She gasped as she orgasmed, Rafel's cum
shot through her like a cannon.
Rafel drove her to orgasm twice more before remembering the
time. He stood up and gazed at the exhausted model. "Cindy, clean
my cock." Without even hesitating, Cindy got on her knees and
placed Rafel's member into her mouth. She licked the tip with her
tounge before wrapping it around his cock. She swallowed both her
cum and his.
"Enough," Rafel said. He reached into his bag and took out a
small damp rag. "Clean yourself." As Cindy wiped her mouth and
clit, Rafel got dressed and turned off the video camera,
replacing it with his regular camera. "Dress." Cindy redressed.
Rafel took a long moment to kiss her long and hard. He then
looked her in the eyes.
"Cindy, listen to me. I am going to snap my fingers. When I
do, you will awaken. You will remember nothing unusual happening.
You will not remember what has happened between us. You will
simply remember a normal photo shoot. If you ever my voice, and
only my voice, say the words 'photo disk', you will once again be
completly obediant to my will." He stepped back and snapped his
fingers. Cindy blinked, her eyes clearing.
"Well, that's all for today. Maybe I'll see you again?"
"Uh, sure." Cindy had a nagging feeling something was wrong
but couldn't put a finger on it. Shrugging it off, she walked out
of the studio.
Rafel watched her go, admiring her perfect ass. Well, maybe
another time he'd be able to play with it more. He looked at his
watch. Good. He had just enough time to grab a sandwhich before
Kathy arrived for her appointment.
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Archive name: Hypno02.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 02: Tea Leoni (mc,mf,celeb)
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Hypno Celeb 2: Tea Leoni
by MAW
MC, FF, CELEB
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story describes
graphic acts of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This
is a fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. Even if it did, it
would be immoral. If you feel like trying this, seek help.
This story is based upon a manufactured image at the Private
Vidcap and Pic Pages' Mesmerized Women section
(www.Spiderloom.com/Private). There are many more photos of
hypnotized women, real and faked and stories inspired by these
photos are soon to come. If you like this story, visit that site.
Tea Leoni walked into the jewelry store, taking a quick look
behind her to make sure she wasn't followed. Ever since she and
David were married, the photographers were pressing against her
like crazy, looking for any leaks, good or bad, at the marriage.
For some reason, they thought that since she played a tabloid
photographer on her show, she was more understanding towards
them.
Tea sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She was doing a
movie while "The Naked Truth" was on hiatus and had gone back to
her natural red. She had also cut her hair short. To complete her
disguise, she wore a black mink cap and an over-elegant gown. She
actually dressed up quite rarely, so this was a good disguise. It
wasn't as easy to disguise herself as it once had been. After
you've been on the covers of *Entertainment Weekly*, *People* and
*TV Guide*, you tend to get recognized a bit. The price of fame.
Shaking those thoughts from her head, Tea walked towards the
jewelry aisle. There was no one else inside the shop which was
good. The clerk was an attractive woman in her thirties with
short blond hair and an engaging smile. She wore a blue skirt and
a white blouse with a bead necklace and earrings. She looked up
at Tea, smiling. "How can I help you, madam?" she asked.
Tea smiled inwardly at her reaction. She probably didn't
recognize her from her face and her odd wardrobe wasn't that way
out for L.P. "I called earlier, to see about a crystal necklace.
A friend gave me a free purchase for this store as a wedding
present and I wanted to see what you had."
"One moment madam, I'll be right back." Sophie waited until
she was in the back room before bursting into a huge grin. It was
her. She knew it was her. She thought she'd recognized the voice.
Her disguise might have worked if she didn't look like she had in
a TV movie a few years earlier. But it was her favorite, most
glamorous, most sexy star, Tea Leoni.
Sophie bit her lip as she went through the jewel cases. She
had waited a long time for this opportunity. She'd come to L.P.
with the hope of something like this in her mind, but this was
her first opportunity. She couldn't believe that her favorite
star would be her first subject.
Sophie walked back into the main area, moving to the door.
"Pardon me, madam," she said. "But we're supposed to be closed
now. I can still take care of you, but I need to lock the door
first. Rules."
"Sure," Tea said. She watched as Sophie locked the door,
turned over the "open" sign and close the shades. Finally, she
came back over to the desk. She turned a spotlight on and reached
into her case. "We have several fine items here, madam," she
said. She and Tea went through emeralds, rubies and assorted
crystals before Tea pointed to a large bauble. "Can I see that?"
Barely keeping the grin off her face, Sophie drew the
crystal amulet out. It was a simple tear-shaped crystal attached
to a shiny chain. "I think this may be what you're looking for,"
she said. She gave the chain a small tug that gently swung the
amulet. "Just look at it. They say crystals are a gateway to the
soul. Just take a look at this and decide. Just keep watching it.
It's especially breathtaking when it glimmers in the light like
this. It's like a thousand mirrors, each shimmering light at you.
Waves and waves of light. One after another after another. Each
turn bringing a new wave at you."
Tea's eyes were firmly fixed on the locket as Sophie
continued. Her facial features had relaxed, her mouth slightly
open as she watched the amulet gently swing. "The amulet catches
your attention so well, you watch it's every movement, it's every
turn, it's every shift. Left to right, left to right, you watch
it. You watch as the light glances off it and into your eyes.
It's so relaxing to watch it, so soothing. As long as the amulet
is here, nothing can be wrong. Nothing can go wrong. Everything
is right. Everything about the amulet is right. The holder of the
amulet is right, isn't she?"
"..Yes..The holder..is right.." Tea whispered.
"Yes, Tea," Sophie said, using her name for the first time.
"The holder is right. It's so relaxing to listen to the holder.
To listen to me. As long as you listen to me, everything will be
all right. You feel so good now, so relaxed. You love this state
of relaxation. You would do anything to stay this relaxed.
Anything at all. Anything I say. If you stay this relaxed,
everything is all right, isn't it?"
"..Yes.." Tea whispered.
"Good. Then listen to me, Tea. Listen to me and do as I say
and you can remain in this state of relaxation that you love so
much." Sophie slowly put the amulet on the counter. Tea's gaze
remained locked ahead, slightly over Sophie's left shoulder.
Sophie couldn't believe it had worked. All that practicing on her
roommates in college had really done something. Tea was under,
deeply. She was obviously less resistant than a typical person.
An intriguing thought. "Tea, how do you feel?"
"Good..relaxed.."
"Yes, Tea, very relaxed. You love being this relaxed, don't
you?"
"Yes.."
"Yes you do. You will do anything I say if you can stay this
relaxed, won't you?"
"..Yes.."
"Good. Stand up." Tea slowly stood, her eyes still fixed on
the wall. "You have a lovely body, Tea. May I see it?"
"..Yes.."
"Thank you. Undress for me so I can see it, Tea."
Tea slowly reached up and removed the cap, letting it fall
to the ground. She reached for the top of her dress, but stopped,
her brow furrowing. Knowing that a little resistance remained,
Sophie quickly stepped in. "Tea, you love this state of
relaxation. You love it so much that you never want to leave it.
If you want to stay in this state, you must listen to me and do
as I say. You must perform whatever actions I tell you, you must
feel as I want you to feel and you must do whatever I say if you
want to stay relaxed. Now, take off your clothes and let me see
your body."
Slowly, then with more certainty, Tea unzipped the dress
along the side. With a shrug, she let it fall to the floor. She
wore no bra, her smooth and round breasts, the nipples hardened,
showing off wonderfully. A pair of nylons covered her incredible
legs and a pair of dark panties covered her tuft. "You are
beautiful, Tea," Sophie breathed. "So beautiful. Would you like
to see my body, Tea?"
"..Yes.." came the reply. Sophie yanked off her skirt,
spinning it to the floor and almost ripped off her blouse.
Slipping off her white bra and panties, she stood before her
beloved star. "Look at me, Tea. Do you think I'm beautiful?"
Tea's eyes tracked over Sophie's body. Luscious legs, large
breasts, a short blond tuft, a flat stomach and those gorgeous
green eyes. "Yes.." she replied.
"Do you find me attractive, Tea?"
Tea paused before answering. "..Yes."
"If you were a lesbian, Tea, would you want to make love to
me?"
"..Yes.." The answer had no hesitation.
"Look into my eyes, Tea." Tea locked onto Sophie's eyes and
felt as if she were falling. "You are a lesbian, Tea. In this
relaxed state, you are a lesbian. You want me. You want me more
than you want anything else. You want to eat me out and you want
me to play with you. That is what I want you to feel. That is
what you feel, isn't it?"
Tea licked her lips, which sent a wave of excitement through
Sophie. After a long, agonizing moment, she finally answered.
"Yes.."
That was all Sophie needed to hear. She moved forward,
gripping Tea by the neck and dragging her into a watering kiss.
Tea responded passionetly, her hormones in overdrive by her
master's commands. They wrapped tongues, Sophie rolling around
Tea's mouth. Sophie slowly brought Tea down to the ground and lay
her down. She moved to Tea's left breast and placed her mouth
around the nipple. She slowly began suckling it as her hand found
the other breast. She began tweaking and pinching one nipple as
she suckled on the other.
Tea moaned as Sophie went to work. Her erotic feelings were
higher than with David, turned on by her trance. The submission
to this woman made perfect sense to her. She had to remain
relaxed. Somewhere in the back of Tea's mind, there was a small
part that knew what was happening, but loved it. The feeling of
being dominated, of being hypnotized, of obeying this woman's
every command, it excited her. This new position somehow felt
right. Even if she could fight off the trance, she no longer had
any wish to.
Sophie brought her mouth away from Tea's nipple and moved
down. She moved to Tea's legs, letting her hands slide down the
nylon-covered stems, down the thighs, hearing Tea groan in
response. She placed a hand onto the satin in between her legs
and felt the moist proof that Tea had orgasmed during her breast
suckling.
Sophie leaned back onto the carpeted floor and motioned Tea
towards her. Tea crawled to her seductress' body. She watched as
Sophie silently pointed to the blond tuft in front of her. Tea
needed no more instructions. She moved forward, placed her head
in between the legs and began sucking at the lips within. Sophie
wrapped her legs around Tea's head, moving her forward and back
slowly, setting up a pattern to the lapping Tea was giving her.
Tea's tongue swiped in and out of Sophie's clit, deep one minute,
shallow the next. Sophie slowly moved her hips as if urging her
juices to flow faster. As Tea placed her tongue in deep, Sophie's
juices exploded onto her tongue. Sophie held Tea tight to her
pussy, her legs locked forward. She held it for a full minute
before releasing.
Tea crawled up Sophie's body, burying her head in between
the breasts. She inhaled the scent, bestowing cum-soaked kisses
onto the curves and the nipples. She moved back to Sophie and
kissed her long and hard. Sophie tasted her own cum on Tea's lips
and was aroused again.
A half-hour later, Sophie and Tea were sitting back on the
chairs, both dressed and both cleaned. Tea was once again staring
at the amulet in Sophie's hand. "Tea, listen to me carefully,"
Sophie said. "In a moment, I will snap my fingers. When I do, you
will exit this state of relaxation. You will feel refreshed and
relaxed. You will not remember anything that has occurred between
us and you will not see anything odd about the time that has
passed. You will have paid for this amulet and I will give it to
you. You will not remember what happened between us but if I ever
hold this same amulet up to you and say the words "jewelry shop,"
you will once again enter this wonderful state of relaxation. Do
you understand?"
Tea nodded. Sophie put the amulet down, placed into a bag
and put it on the counter. She then snapped her fingers. Tea's
eyes blinked, clarity returning to them. She looked at Sophie,
slightly confused. "So, is that all?"
"Yes, the gem's all yours. I sincerely hope you enjoy it."
Sophie handed the package to Tea and watched her leave. She shook
her head, then headed to the storeroom. She had to get the
surveillance tape for her personal collection.
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Archive name: Hypno03.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 03: Marisa Tomei (mc,mf,celeb)
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Hypno Celeb 3: Marisa Tomei
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story has graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. If this offends you, leave now. This
is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way and unprotected sex
is hazardous to your health. Do not try this at home. If you feel
like it, seek help.
This story is based on a manufactured photo at Spiderloom's
Entranced Women pic site (www.Spiderloom.com/Private). It has
several pics, real and faked, of hypnotized women and has
inspired this and other stories from me. Enjoy the site and the
story. Thank you.
Marisa Tomei was not in the best of moods. Shooting on her
new movie had been called off for the day after her director had
another fit. She really didn't mind the explosion, one did get
used to it. But when the director called her an "Italian,
illiterate, slept her way to the Oscar whore," she had slapped
him in the face and nearly attacked him. Production was paused
and she had decided to take a walk to cool down.
The Oscar crack infuriated her. Four years and people still
wouldn't let it go. Okay, it was an upset, granted. She'd been
the most shocked person in the entire audience when she'd heard
her name. She'd checked the envelope herself to make sure she was
the winner. The Academy backed her, the Price-Waterhouse guys
backed her, the engraver backed her but she still heard stories
that she wasn't the real winner. Nobody made a huge fuss over
that kid winning for "The Piano," did they?
She ran a hand through her short dark hair as she walked.
She still wore her dress from the shoot, a dark one-piece with
high heels and dark sunglasses. As she walked near a park, she
saw someone coming towards her. He appeared to be in his
thirties, with sunglasses, dark hair and an engaging smile. Not a
bad build and the face was appealing. He seemed to be headed
directly towards her. "Ms. Tomei?" he asked when he was close
enough.
Marisa inwardly sighed. She wasn't in the mood for a fan
right now, but she put on a game smile and nodded. Might as well
give him something. "Yes?" she said, her hand already ready for
an autograph.
"I'm sorry, my name is Kyle. I heard you were in town and
I'd been hoping I'd run into you. I'm a huge fan of yours. I've
been following your career for years and I've seen every one of
your films."
"Well, thank you, Kyle. Always nice to meet a fan."
"You're welcome. Oh, I wanted to show you something," Kyle
said as he took off his glasses. He placed them into a pocket and
pulled out an amulet attached to a chain. He let the chain go and
the amulet swung lightly in front of Marisa's eyes. "I wanted to
show you this," Kyle said. "It's an old family heirloom I thought
you'd be interested in."
Marisa lowered her glasses to see better. It appeared to be
a green disk with a spiral design in it. It was certainly
captivating, the smooth surface gleaming in the afternoon sun.
She watched it as it gently swung while Kyle softly spoke. There
was something about it that was so enjoyable you just couldn't
look away. Marisa watched it swing and turn, light gleaming off
it. Kyle's words became distant, unclear, yet she knew that his
message was getting to her. As she looked, she felt a strange
buzzing in her head, a slight dizziness and more. She felt..sexy,
aroused, as if a switch had been thrown and her hormones had been
unleashed. She also felt a feeling of obedience, of submission,
willing to do anything someone said and enjoy it.
Suddenly, the amulet was gone, yanked from her sight and
placed back into Kyle's pocket. "Well, I've taken up too much of
your time already," Kyle said. "I should get going to lunch."
"I'll join you," Marisa said without thinking. The words had
popped out before she could understand them but somehow they made
sense. Blinking, she suddenly realized that she wanted to know
this man, wanted to be dominated by him, wanted to do everything
he asked of her. She hoped a meal would only be the beginning...
They had lunch at his hotel room, a swanky suite downtown.
They ate on the balcony table, lobsters for both. After
discussing her movie, Marisa learned that Kyle was from Greece
and worked as an antiques dealer, specializing in rare items of
great vaule. "That was good," Marisa said as she wiped her mouth
with a napkin.
"You hardly used any of the sauce on your food," Kyle
observed. "Do you have other plans for it?"
Marisa smiled. "You'd better believe it." Throughout lunch,
Kyle had been kind, courteous and somewhat shy. Looked like she
was going to have to start things. She placed her hands down her
body and under her dress. With a quick tug, she pulled off her
panties and threw them to a startled Kyle. She then pushed her
chair back and spread her legs. Kyle raised an eyebrow in
appreciation of her womanhood. Marisa dipped a forefinger into
the sauce and brought it down to her clit. She slowly rubbed it
around the lips, through her pubic hair, her fingers gliding over
the surface. The white sauce contrasted with the dark tuft and
pink lips and seemed to highlight the heat going through Marisa's
body. She slowly placed her pinkie inside her clit as her
forefinger continued to trail sauce around the lips. She worked
her pinkie in, massaging it along the smooth surface. She let a
soft moan escape her as she drove herself to pleasure. She leaned
her head back, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, she felt Kyle on top of her, kissing her, his lips
seeming to give her even more pleasure. She embraced him and
returned the kiss wildly as he dragged her inside. He slipped the
dress off of her and helped her disengage her bra, letting her
breasts fall free. She undressed him, loving the sight as his
muscular body, hairy chest and hard cock were exposed. They threw
themselves onto the bed, clawing at each other like animals. She
lay kiss after kiss on him, daring him to pleasure her further.
He buried his head in between her breasts and kissed them like a
new-born.
He entered her, his cock already beginning to drip. He moved
himself on top of her, bracing his hands on the bedposts. He
gripped one for a handrail as he began pumping into her. Marisa
moaned in ecstasy, her fingernails dragging on his back. He
continued to pump himself, driving his member in and out of her.
She yelped as she felt him explode within her, cum and pleasure
shooting into her body.
Kyle slowly drew himself out of Marisa, his cock dripping
with cum and lobster sauce. He moved himself around until his
mouth was directly over Marisa's clit. He took a deep breath,
then plunged. His tongue licked the sauce first, it's bitter
taste ceding to the sweetness of Marisa's juices. He lapped into
her, licking her pleasure even as it arrived.
Marisa opened her eyes to see Kyle's still-erect cock
dangling before her. The wave of joy coming from her clit had her
aroused again in no time. She took his member in her mouth and
began sucking on it. For a brief instant, the strangeness of the
situation came to her. Here she was, an Oscar-winning actress,
sucking the cock of a man she had just met while he ate her out.
Her brief moment of clarity was interrupted when Kyle came in her
mouth. She swallowed half of his cum, licking the rest around his
member.
Afterward, they lay in bed together, curled like long-time
lovers. "This isn't like me," Marisa said. "I've never felt this
way about anyone before."
"Nothing to be ashamed about," Kyle said. "I'm a persuasive
guy."
"I'll be in town for a while," Marisa said. "We can together
tomorrow if you'd like."
"Maybe. Who else is in this movie, by the way?"
"Oh, Winona Ryder is my main buddy. Maybe I can introduce
you to her."
"I'd like that," Kyle said. He smiled at the amulet lying on
the dresser. "I'd like that very much."
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Archive name: Hypno04.txt
Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com
Story Title : Hypno Celeb 04: Alyssa Milano and Shannon Tweed
(mc,ff,celeb)
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Hypno Celeb 4: Alyssa Milano and Shannon Tweed
MC, FF, CELEB
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way.
There are levels to Hollywood and its hierarchy. Each level
has an area and your standing decides where you go. While big
name stars go uptown to Fox, Paramount and Warner, those in the
direct-to-video biz find themselves in less opulent surroundings.
This was the surrounding Alyssa Milano found herself in that
muggy afternoon. Seated inside a not overly expensive waiting
room, she flipped through a copy of Variety as she waited for her
appointment. Still in her twenties, she had achieved a level of
noriety already. The girl-next-door from "Who's the Boss?" to the
sexpot of "Embrace of the Vampire." She understood she was one of
the most downloaded female celebs on the Internet.
She wouldn't have been here at all if those assholes running
"Melrose Place" would get her signed on as a permanent star. A
steady income would help greatly. In the meantime, she was back
at the soft-core films. This one actually sounded intriguing, a
murder mystery with herself and a group of other famous names as
suspects. The prospect had been intriguing enough for her to
agree to meet the script's anonymous author in person.
She put down her paper and ran a hand through her short dark
hair. She wore a simple pair of shorts and a white vest-style t-
shirt. Perfect for the hot L.A. afternoon. She had just decided
to forget the meeting and go to a pool when the receptionist
spoke up. "Ms. Milano? The writer will see you now. First door on
the left."
As Alyssa passed into the office, the secretary smiled and
hit the button that activated the intercom inside the office. She
didn't want to miss this for anything.
Alyssa walked into the office and stopped in surprise. The
office itself was nice. A wooden desk, a chair on either side of
it. A potted plant in the corner, some nice paintings and a
clock. A therapist's couch was lying next to a wall. The
windowshades were drawn, only a few cracks of sunlight coming in,
hardly enough to disturb the florescent lighting coming from the
ceiling. But it wasn't the decor that caught Alyssa's attention,
it was her host.
Long blond hair curling past her shoulders. Piercing blue
eyes. A body that most women her age would kill for. Knockout
legs extending from a mini-skirt. A bosom barely held by the dark
navy-blue suit she wore. A mischievous smile on her red lips
highlighting her gorgeous face. 1982 Playmate of the Year and
undisputed queen of video erotica, Shannon Tweed.
Shannon smiled at Alyssa's obvious surprise. "It was worth
keeping this secret just to see the look on your face," she said.
"Sorry, but I really am trying to keep the idea for this film
quiet until I get the cast together."
"I had no idea you were a writer," Alyssa said as she sat
down in front of the desk.
"Contrary to popular opinion, I'm more than a dumb blond
with tits to die for," Shannon said. "I've tried to get this off
the ground, but I could never come to it. So, I figured if I got
together the cast I wanted first, it'd be easier to sell."
"Who else do you want?"
"Women like you and me who thrive on 'bad and sexy' parts,"
Shannon said. "Girls who don't mind kissing other girls and
taking their clothes off. That sort."
"I don't know if I want to get into that," Alyssa said,
turning her eyes downward.
"Why not?" Shannon frowned. "It can't be shyness. You've
shown off your goodies in movies and magazines before. What
haven't they seen?"
"It's just--I wanted to branch out from that. I mean, I know
I wanted to change my image after 'Who's the Boss', but I didn't
expect it to turn into this. I don't expect you to understand
what I--" Alyssa turned her gaze back upwards only to see it
filled with a watch. An gold-plated antique watch suspended on a
chain, held by Shannon. The watch swung back and forth and
Alyssa's gaze followed it.
"Watch it, Alyssa," Shannon's voice said in a soothing tone.
"Watch swing side to side, left to right. Watch the light
glinting off of it and into your eyes. Keep watching it, keep
focusing on it. You can't look away. You can't think. Just follow
the watch wherever it goes." Shannon stood from her chair and
walked over to the recliner, the watch still swinging in her
grasp. Alyssa, her features slackened, slowly rose and followed,
her eyes firmly fixed on the watch. Shannon kept the watch in
front of Alyssa's eyes as she gently pushed Alyssa back. "It's so
relaxing, Alyssa," Shannon continued. "So relaxing. Why don't you
close your eyes and relax. Close your eyes, relax and let
yourself go." Alyssa's eyes fluttered closed as she sunk into the
recliner.
Shannon smiled. She could still remember the first time she
had hypnotized Alyssa three years earlier. Hypnotized her and
removed her inhibitions. Hypnotized her and filled her with the
desire for erotic films. Hypnotized her and sent her out to join
her many other "proteges." Tana McClure, Monique Parent, Julie
Strain, Lisa Boyle, Wendy Schumacher and so many others. Shannon
knew that when the time came for her to finally retire from the
seductress scene, her role was easy to fill.
Shaking those thoughts aside, Shannon placed the watch onto
the desk as she slowly undressed. When her famous body was
uncovered, she sat onto the recliner. She rubbed a hand on
Alyssa's bare leg, all the way up to the thigh and then the clit.
Asleep and entranced, Alyssa sighed in response. Shannon decided
it was time to reap what she had sown. "Alyssa, open your eyes
but remain asleep."
Alyssa's eyes sleepily half-opened. They focused on her nude
mistress. "Alyssa, I'm so proud of you. You've followed my
commands well. Now, I have decided to give you a reward for your
hard work. Would you like that, Alyssa?"
"..Yes..please.." Alyssa whispered. That was all Shannon
needed to hear. She leaned forward and kissed Alyssa full on the
lips. Alyssa was slow to reciprocate but soon answered in kind.
As they kissed, Shannon slowly unbuttoned her shirt with one hand
while the other slowly undid the zipper on Alyssa's shorts. She
moved up to yank the shorts down, exposing the white panties
underneath that also went. The shirt soon followed. Then the
white bra. Shannon looked down at her mesmerized charge and
grinned. "So lovely," she whispered as she took in the full
breasts and black clit. "You have earned this."
She moved down on Alyssa, their bodies melding together. She
kissed Alyssa long and hard as they embraced. Their breasts
rubbed against one another, the hardened nipples eliciting sighs
from both. Shannon lowered herself so Alyssa could bury her head
in between the legendary breasts, inhaling their scent as if it
was life-giving. Shannon slowly moved down Alyssa's body, coming
to the dark patch in between her legs. She placed a well-
manicured finger inside and slowly began rubbing. Alyssa moaned
and twisted on the couch as Shannon expertly worked herself into
her pussy. When she felt juice on her fingertips, Shannon
withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue, which began
lapping up the lower lips of her hypnotized client. Alyssa
groaned and began to shake her entire body as Shannon continued
to lick. When she came, her entire body arched in the chair as
she exploded onto her mistress.
Blond hair streaked with cum, Shannon moved back onto
Alyssa, kissing her again. She turned them over so Alyssa was on
top and slowly began to push her down. Alyssa moved down
Shannon's body, kisses covering her breasts and nipples, her
belly and hips before she came to the motherlode. Shannon moved
herself further up the recliner as Alyssa went to work. Shannon
closed her eyes and let her head fall back as Alyssa proceeded to
eat her out. She placed her legs around Alyssa's head, keeping
her tight on her clit. Alyssa needed no encouragement. Her
spellbound mind could only do anything that pleased her mistress.
Her inhibitions almost erased by Shannon's trance, she eagerly
did her mistress' bidding and continued to mouth the lips, as if
trying to swallow the entire clit. Shannon tensed her legs and
shoved Alyssa even more forward when she finally came. She did
not release the grip until she was sure Alyssa had licked and
swallowed all she could.
Ten minutes later, Alyssa and Shannon stepped into the
waiting room. "I'm glad you agreed to star in the film," Shannon
said. "I look forward to seeing you again."
"Pleasure was mine. I'm really looking forward to this."
After shaking Shannon's hand, Alyssa turned and left. Shannon
looked at her receptionist and at the dark stain on her shorts.
"Enjoy the show?"
"Best radio program I've heard in years. Shauna O'Brien
called. She'll be here at four."
"Good. She should inject some new blood into this." Shannon
shook her head. "So many women. So little time. God, I love this
town."
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CATHOLIC BOYS
by Dee J. Sombrano
I used to like Catholic boys. They're usually polite, friendly, educated-and horny as hell.
By the way, before I go on, my name's Michelle. Yeah-you've heard of me, I know. You've seen my pictures, haven't you? Well, that's why I said that I used to like Catholic boys. But not anymore or not as much as I used to, anyway.
It started out simply. I was at the beach with my friends and we were just walking around, taking in the sights, things like that. It was night-time already so there were parties going on just about everywhere we went. The bars and clubs were packed.
We went inside one of the bars to get ourselves a drink. It took a while because there were a lot of people and the bartenders were busy. Finally, my friend and I got our drinks.
"We're not going to get to sit down," she whispered to me.
"Let's wait," I said. "You never know."
It turns out I was right. A few moments later, this guy-tall and athletic-looking-came up to us. "Excuse me, ladies," he said in a polite tone of voice. "Would you care to join my friends and me at our table?"
My friend and I exchanged looks. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. We both hoped his friends were just as good-looking.
When we got to their table, we found out that that there were five of them. They were all tall and athletic-and they were good-looking.
"Girls, these are my friends-Waldo, Dick, Peter, and Johnny. I'm Henry." They all smiled at us and said hi. We smiled at them and said hi too. Then we sat down. We learned that they were college basketball players from one of the big-name universities in Metro Manila. I won't say which one but it's a Catholic school. They were here taking a boys-only vacation.
"Really?" I said. "That's interesting." So interesting, in fact, that we wound up ordering some more drinks. After the third round, though, my friend begged off and told me that she would be returning to our cottage. I asked her if she could make it by herself. She told me she could so I kissed her good night. With her gone, I had the five guys all to myself. Or so I thought.
It was about one or two in the morning when I went with the guys to their cottage. I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. Henry had been coming on to me back at the bar while his friends watched. When he opened the door to their cottage and let me in, I thought he was going to tell his friends to give us some privacy. I was surprised when they came in with him.
Henry went over to this boom box, put on a CD, and pressed PLAY. Music began to fill the cottage.
"Do you dance?" he asked me. I said I could so I began to dance, nice and easy, playing it cool. Pretty soon, he and his buddies were surrounding me, dancing with me. I decided to turn up the heat. I knew something was up so I wanted to take control of the situation as best as I could.
I took hold of Henry's shoulders and began to sway, bump, and grind to the beat. His body and mine touched and separated, touched and separated. I could feel the alcohol that I had coursing through me and making me feel lightheaded and daring. I chose that moment to kiss him-hard-on the lips. His surprised mouth offered no resistance as my tongue entered it and began to dance with his tongue.
I kept that up for several moments until he regained his senses and began kissing me back. More than that, he pulled me close to him in a tight embrace. I matched him kiss for kiss. Before I knew it, he was taking my bikini top off. Could I have stopped him? Maybe. Did I want to? Not then. One of his hands began to explore my exposed breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. Then his mouth broke away from mine and he began kissing and licking my breasts. His lips soon closed around my right nipple and began to lick and suck it. I let out a moan of pleasure-it was pleasure, I admit. It was wild, I was losing control…and I liked it.
Henry lay me down on the floor of their cottage. His friends hadn't left. They were watching us. I should've said something but it was lost when he lay on top of me and began to kiss me again while his hands worked on my breasts. Then one of his hands went inside my bikini bottom and I felt his fingers brushing against my pussy. He ran his fingers through my pubic hair and slowly began to insert his middle finger into my pussy. When he figured out that it was a bit hard with my bottom still on, he removed it. Now I was naked and exposed to the five guys.
"Fuck, Henry," one of them said, "she's fucking hot! Let's bang her!"
"Yeah, man, but remember-I go first," Henry said.
"Sure," another one or maybe the same guy who spoke first said. "But we can touch her now, right?"
"Sure," Henry said. "Help yourselves but her pussy's mine."
"Fight!" they shouted in unison. Then their hands descended on my body. Henry's middle finger entered my pussy and began to slide in and out. Hands touched and squeezed my breasts, pinched and pulled at my nipples. Hands caressed my ass, even probed my asshole. I moaned, whimpered, gasped…but I didn't beg them to stop. My mind was blanked out by the pleasure I felt. I never thought I'd enjoy being the center of an orgy or a gangbang but it was great. Oh, God, it was great.
They let me go, stood up, and stripped their clothes off. Henry helped me to my knees. I had a buzz but I wasn't drunk. I could see that their cocks were all long and thick. Henry's was the biggest. "You know what to do, Michelle?" I didn't say a word. I just took his cock into my mouth as best as I could and began to blowjob him. Then two other guys came closer and I took their cocks into my hands and began to jack them off. I could hear the other two jerking themselves off as they watched what I was doing to their teammates.
"Oh, yeah, we're gonna have some fun with you, Michelle," Henry said to me as he took my head in his hands. "Lots of fun." He slipped his cock out of my mouth. "Next!"
A new cock entered my mouth and two new cocks got the attention of my hands. They kept it up for a while until my mouth and hands were getting tired. Henry must have noticed because he told me to lie down again. Then he went on top of me and put his cock in front of my pussy. Then he began to stick it in. I wasn't a virgin anymore by that time but it hurt because, aside from fingering me, he hadn't done anything else by way of foreplay. And he was huge, I told you that.
At last he was in. We French-kissed again and he sucked and played with my breasts. That was considerate of him, wasn't it? Then he began to pump. His huge cock stuffed my pussy. Every time it went in, it felt like he was making my love hole bigger. He mashed my breasts while he fucked me. It hurt, no doubt about that, but it was also exciting. I don't know why it felt that way but it did.
He let out a loud grunt as he came. I moaned out loud myself. Like I said, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. He got off me and moved to the side. The next guy was getting ready to mount me but then they started hooting at him.
"Different style, man! No copying!" Henry told him.
"Okay," the guy said. He flipped me over and put me on my hands and knees. Then his cock entered me and he began to hump me doggystyle while mashing my breasts. His friends were noticeably upset since they couldn't do the dogstyle on me now. With only a few seconds between my first fuck and this one, my pussy didn't have much time to recover. In a way, though, the size of Henry's cock had kind of loosened my pussy and his cum-our cum-had me lubricated so it didn't hurt as much this time. After a while, the second guy came.
The third guy was up next. He entered me dogstyle but just as they were about to jeer him for that, he lay us both down sideways and fucked me in that position. Again, I came but not as much as with Henry and the second guy. The fourth guy was a bit more daring. He lay down and made me ride him like a cowgirl. I did my best, given that I was a bit sore from the three previous fucks but he came anyway. I guess that means he enjoyed himself.
The last guy was in a jam-how was he going to fuck me? But he came up with something. He raised my legs up and I thought he was going to do it to my pussy but I was wrong. He went for my asshole instead. If the initial entry of Henry's cock into my pussy was painful, this was agony. I nearly screamed. He persisted, going slowly, slowly, until he had his cock in my ass. His teammates were all hooting and cheering and calling him sick and a pervert but I could tell they were enjoying it. They were jerking off to what he was doing. He kept my legs up in the air and just went on sliding his cock in and out of my asshole. It was a wonder that it didn't bleed afterwards. He kept at it for several minutes but he was kind enough to finger me. This time, I came ahead of him to take my mind off the pain. He looked at his teammates and took his cock out of my asshole. Then he and the others positioned himself around me and began to stroke their cocks full steam. When they came, they sent their cum splattering all over me. Most of it hit my face and mouth, the rest landed on my breasts and my stomach. The guy who fucked me in the ass let his cum run down my pussy lips.
When it was all over, they helped me stand and get dressed. Henry asked me if I could make it back to my cottage. I said no. They brought me to the bedroom and laid me out on the single bed in the place.
"Rest for a while," Henry told me. "We thought you'd be an easy gangbang but you took the best we had and it was great!"
"You're welcome," I said in a half-whisper. They left me to sleep until I felt okay enough to go back to my cottage. They even accompanied me, although not all the way to the cottage. So it wasn't so bad. They were Catholic boys, I thought.
And then my pictures came out. You saw them, right? They took those while I was sleeping in their cottage. I'm betting that was Henry's idea. I bet he was the one who was exposing my breast and my pussy, That bastard.
Like I said, I don't like Catholic boys all that much anymore. You girls who still do would be better off being careful.
And then my pictures came out. You saw them, right? They took those while I was sleeping in their cottage. I'm betting that was Henry's idea. I bet he was the one who was exposing my breast and my pussy, That bastard.
Like I said, I don't like Catholic boys all that much anymore. You girls who still do would be better off being careful.
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A Slip of the Tongue
by Lord Malinov
~~~
"Follow me," Kevin said in an excited whisper, waving me on as he
started climbing the hillside.
"What?" I asked, close behind, grabbing the trunk of a small tree and
pulling myself up the steep incline.
"You'll see," he said with a grin. I had known Kevin since high
school and understood at once that we were up to mischief. I
followed him through a thick nest of bushes before we climbed a large
boulder. Kevin sat down on the edge of the rock and opened the
leather binocular case hanging from his shoulder.
"Deer?" I asked.
"Kind of," Kevin said, smiling broadly. "Take a look, just past
those trees over there."
I lifted the glasses to my eyes, aimed them past the conifers and
focussed. A small blonde woman was unbuttoning her blouse. My jaw
fell open. I lowered the binoculars and looked again with my naked
eye. "The showers?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Can you believe it?" Kevin asked. "I love this spot. Sit down.
You can still see everything and there's no way anyone will see us up
here."
I took a seat on the mossy boulder and raised the lenses. With a
glimpse of Carol, a friend of Kevin's wife, a lanky dark haired nude
woman pushing her sandals under a wooden bench, I felt a shudder
through my heart. I scanned the whole tent. "Are they all . . . ?" I
started to ask.
"Yup. The whole gang needs a shower. Pete drenched them in
that pea-green lake water when he tipped the boats. We're going to
have to buy him a beer."
"Does he know about this ?" I found Sarah, Kevin's wife, pushing
down the bottom of her bathing suit. Her ass shone glistening white
in the bright light of the afternoon sun. My blood caught fire and I
struggled to breathe.
"Just you and me, buddy. But you have to let me have a turn."
I reluctantly surrendered the spy glasses.
"Didn't I tell you to buy a pair?" He chuckled as he aimed the
binoculars over the short canvas wall. "I never go camping without
mine. Not since I found this spot. Oooh, isn't she sweet?"
"Who?" I asked, shading my eyes as I tried to distinguish the tiny
figures below.
"The one with the tits," Kevin said. "Look at those nips!"
"Angie?" I asked, trying to remember names I hadn't really learned
yet. I'd known Sarah since college, but I'd just met the rest
recently.
"Angela," said Kevin. "That's right, Angela. Squeeze those
titties. Momma."
"Lemme," I said, reaching for the binoculars.
"In a minute," said Kevin, pulling away. "Let me watch her pull down
her pants. Oh, yes. I guessed she shaved." I squinted at the
distant images, desperate to see. Kevin tapped my arm with the
glasses. "Here," he said. I tried to find Angela's bare cunt but
was distracted by Terri's little brown muff.
"She was wearing a bikini at Jake's bar-b-que last weekend and the
wet fabric was clinging to her pussy lips. I suspected she
was shaved clean. Besides, Sarah said Angela has a daddy complex,
and women like that usually shave."
"Sure," I said, following Sarah into the shower. I had known my
friend's wife for six years, but I had never seen her naked. Well,
there were a few drunken nights when I'd imagined her that way, but
Sarah looked better than I'd ever dreamed. She faced our direction
as she turned on the shower. Watching her squeal as the chill water
struck made my dick throb. "Wow."
"Tell me," said Kevin. "What's cooking?"
"Oh, Terri's bending over. What a hot little pussy."
"Pete says she fucks him like crazy. All kinds of kinky stuff."
"Yeah?" I asked, getting horny as hell as I watched Sarah soap her
breasts.
"Lots of hot games. She likes to be spanked. You know, stuff like
that."
"Trip," I said. Sarah arched her back and rinsed her hair. I nearly
lost it as she tensed her round ass tight.
"One time, when we were out drinking, Pete asked me if I'd come over
and help out, you know, like a threesome."
"Did you?" I asked. I stole a quick peek at Angela's pink lips but
then went back to staring at Kevin's naked wife. Sarah looked so
fine I couldn't care about the rest of the ladies.
"Nah," said Kevin, taking the binoculars from my hand. "Sarah would
never go for it, and there's no way I could keep fucking her best
friend a secret. Ah, show me your pussy, Angela. That's a good
girl. If I were still single, I'd have gone for it."
"I guess so. Maybe I could lend them a hand." I laughed.
"Seriously, talk to Pete. Terri's hotter than hell and if they
considered me, they'd do you. Man, I love Angela's titties. This
is her first time up here."
"How long you been watching them shower?" I asked.
"Since last summer. I went hiking and was lost for a while. I came
down that way and sat here to rest. I caught Carol playing with
herself in the shower and now I sneak up here every chance I get.
Come on, Terri. I'll spank your bottom."
"No shit? Last summer?"
"The trip before the last time you came with us. I wanted to show
you then, but you had that foxy babe and you wouldn't come with me."
"Chris?"
"Little tits, black pussy hair, bitty ass and long fucking legs."
"Fucker!"
"Sorry, buddy. I don't pick who takes a shower. I would have closed
my eyes, you know, respect, but she was just too hot."
I laughed and wrenched the binoculars away. "You owe me," I said.
"Where's Sarah?"
"Beats me. I've seen her naked. I don't have to climb rocks for
that."
"She's great," I said. "I love Sarah's ass."
"Gimme those," said Kevin. "Lemme find Carol."
"Over in the corner."
"Hah! There you are, you little bitch! Eat me, you wench. I hate
that bitch. She never stops giving me crap. But she never takes a
shower without playing with herself. She just needs a piece of Kev.
I'd fuck that nasty look off your face, you bitch!" Kevin yelled a
bit louder than I would have thought safe. He laughed and handed me
the glasses.
I stared at Sarah for a while while she soaped her legs, catching
quick glimpses of her pussy lips.
"Have you ever caught, you know, two of them?"
"Girl games?" Kevin prompted with a chuckle. "Nah, I think they do
that in the tent. But you know the blonde, Cindy?"
"Yeah?" I said, scanning the shower, looking for her. "Is she down
there?"
"I think so. Over by the bench."
"Yeah." I said, finding my prey. "She's gorgeous."
"Tell me about it. We once picked up this chick in college who
looked just like her."
I let Cindy linger in the magnification. Her damp golden hair fell
around strong shoulders. Her nipples stood tight as cherries atop
her big breasts. Full hips framed her nearly naked pussy. She
turned and I realized she looked like a girl I had known all too
well. Susan Jones. Susie. My girlfriend for half of my junior year
at college.
Susie and I broke up because I wouldn't lick her pussy. I was young
and stupid and one night she pushed her cunt in my face and I
balked. Susie wouldn't talk to me for weeks. The thing was, I
really liked her and so I hounded her until I finally convinced her
to give me another chance. Susie came over and I devoured her
little blonde pussy, my first. I was hooked; I've been a devoted
cunnilinguist ever since. But I only tasted Susie's cunt once. We
went to a party the next Saturday night and just after we got there,
Susie turned pale and ran out. I never heard from her again. Every
time she saw me, she ran. I have always regretted letting her
get away.
I swallowed and turned the binoculars back toward Sarah, watching as
she talked to Carol. Terri dried herself just beyond them, rubbing
her ass hard. It was all too hot.
"It was my birthday," Kevin said. "Sarah and I had been dating a few
months and we got pretty drunk. We were downtown, in Westport, and
Sarah runs into this blonde who looked just like Cindy. They start
jabbing and next thing I know, we're going back to her place for a
little smoke or something. I was holding my breath, hoping one
thing would lead to another."
"Did it?"
"We weren't there ten minutes before this chick starts playing with
Sarah's tits. Buddy, my dick was so fucking hard. Skirts are going
up and panties coming down and pretty soon I'm stroking my cock,
watching this bitch go down on Sarah. The blonde's ass was in the
air, and I can't believe how wet her pussy gets and she's got her
tongue all over Sarah's pussy. I was ready to shoot my load, just
sitting there."
"No way," I said, watching Sarah's tits bounce as she explained
something to Carol.
"So I don't know what to do, so I put my dick in Sarah's mouth. I
wanted to boff the blonde, but you know, I wasn't sure that would be
cool, so I let Sarah suck on me. Then she starts to scream like
there was no tomorrow. I've never seen her so hot. I mean, she
always comes when I fuck her, but not like that. Fucking wild. I
just stepped back and watched her thrash, pulling this chick by the
hair hard into her wet cunt. It was so cool."
"I'll bet," I said, short of breath, staring at Sarah as she pulled
on a pair of pretty white panties.
"Then the chick shoves her cunt into Sarah's mouth and Sarah starts
licking her. I couldn't believe Sarah would do that, but she had the
blonde moaning so loud that I just managed to ram my dick into
Sarah from behind before the cannon fired. There's nothing
like watching chicks to get me off."
"Yeah," I said.
"Sarah made me promise never to tell anyone. You know how it
is. But you're my best buddy, so I'm trusting you to keep this a
secret."
"What about the blonde?"
"You know, I saw her on campus a few times after that, but she always
turned pale and ran away. I guess it was too much for them. Sarah
was always trying to get me to lick her pussy after that, but I
can't. You know? Pussy is for fucking. A man can't be sticking
his nose in there."
"Mmm," I said. "Nice tits."
"Yeah, give me another look. Is Angela still naked?"
"I think so. Over by the towels."
"Yeah, hot little cunt. I could use a piece of that. Maybe you
could distract Sarah while I . . . . " Kevin laughed. "In my
dreams. Oh, well. Show's over."
"Wow. Thanks, Kevin." I said, standing up and shaking the dreams
from my head.
"My pleasure, buddy" said Kevin, putting away the glasses. "Wake up
early tomorrow and we'll catch the next show. Six, not a minute
later. Terri is always up by then. You'll have to see her
morning routine to believe it. I've been dying to share this
secret with you. I'm so glad you could make the trip with us."
"Yeah," I said. "You know I like you and I'll lick Sarah. Like.
Like Sarah. I mean, I really like you guys. Let's go down and start
the fire for dinner."
I slid down the boulder and Kevin came behind me with a crash.
I helped my friend up and dusted him off.
"You all right?" I asked. Kevin looked a little pale.
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Baby Brenda (g solo, b/g, g/g)
By
Lisa and Sharon
Brenda paused in the middle of her narcissistic
masturbation session and studied her reflection in the
mirror. She loved the lush female body she saw. She
loved getting naked, whether for herself or for others.
She loved the physical pleasure that sex play brought,
whether administered herself or by others. Over the
years she had learned many ways to give and receive
pleasure, and had experienced many opportunities to
indulge both!
Brenda twisted slightly and admired the firm,
proud breasts that stood high on her chest despite the
passage of time and the birth of her daughter. She
dropped her gaze to the neatly trimmed patch of hair
just above the lush lips of her sex. With the tips of
her fingers resting on each side of her wet slit,
Brenda gently parted the folds of her sex and studied
the magical delights hidden within. As usual, her
clit was erect and stood at the top of her slit as
though standing guard over her girl goodies. Her
inner lips were wet and engorged from her sex play.
With her lips parted as wide as they were, one's gaze
was drawn to the open hole of Brenda's vagina. Unable
to resist, Brenda sank a finger deep into that hole
and resumed fucking herself!
**
Ever since she had been a little girl and had
first discovered that the little slit between her legs
was good for ever so much more than just piddling,
Brenda had been fascinated by her pussy. Her earliest
childhood explorations were voyages of discovery
designed to learn more about the very soft, smooth,
and slightly rounded flesh between her legs and the
deep, tight cleft that divided it.
Brenda discovered almost immediately that the
skin down there would start to feel very nice when it
was touched. But very soon thereafter Brenda was
confronted with her first mystery. Gently exploring
that area normally confined within her little white
panties, Brenda discovered that she had THREE holes!
She knew one was for going pee and one was for kaka,
but she couldn't fathom what the third hole was for.
There was a little bump near the top of her slit that
got kind of hard and felt really nice when she rubbed
herself there. When she rubbed herself really good,
some wet stuff came from the third hole. It wasn't
pee and it didn't smell bad and it was even a little
bit slippery so her fingers could slide over her slit
and her hairless little mound even better!
Experimentation also soon revealed that when
she played with her slit really good, all kinds of
things happened down there. The slippery juice came,
and even more marvelous was the way the tight little
lips that were snugly buried just within her slit back
when she first started examining herself would get all
puffy and kind of stick out from between her tight
crease. It felt VERY good to rub these lips. It also
felt VERY good to let the tip of her finger poke up
into the third hole.
Brenda quickly became a most accomplished
masturbater. She also discovered very early on that
a curse of female anatomical design was that she
couldn't see everything down there on her own! An
appropriation of Mommy's hand mirror aided her ability
to study the delights of her own body considerably.
Studying herself and playing with herself soon became
little Brenda's favorite pastimes.
**
Little Brenda did not limit her sexual explor-
ation to her own body. She also became aware of other
kids and their bodies! Tommy Stevens from down the
street became the first little boy to show Brenda his
winkie. Brenda knew boys and girls were different,
but she hadn't been prepared for just HOW different!
Though Tommy's equipment was miniscule compared to the
manly tools Brenda would encounter in her majority, to
a little girl who had only been exposed to the com-
parative void between her own legs Tommy's winkie and
the little bag behind it were incredible! And all she
had had to do to get this look at Tommy's thing was to
pull down her shorts and let Tommy see her little slit!
Brenda felt that this was one of the best deals
she had ever made in her short life. Though she loved
the feel of her own flesh, this was an opportunity to
explore virgin territory. While Tommy touched and
stroked her slit, Brenda had the opportunity to touch
and stroke and jiggle and generally play with Tommy's
cock. That's what he called it, a cock! The little
bag behind his cock, which Tommy said were his balls,
weren't half as interesting as his cock. Besides,
that was a stupid name! It looked like a bag, not
like balls!
Brenda's handling of Tommy's cock soon presented
her with another new sexual mystery. His floppy little
cock started to get stiff! It got a little bigger and
felt very hard! It no longer hung down toward the
ground but stuck out straight and pointed right at her!
Tommy told her to keep rubbing it because it felt
really good. Since Brenda like the feel of Tommy's
hard little thing she was happy to oblige. In no time
at all Tommy moaned and shuddered. His legs got rub-
bery and he sagged to the ground. Brenda thought
something bad had happened to Tommy and got scared,
but he said that everything was OK. Tommy said that
when he got his cock hard and rubbed it, sometimes it
would feel really good all of a sudden and then his
cock would get soft again. Since both Brenda and Tommy
were both too young to understand about male ejacula-
tion, neither was disappointed by Tommy's dry cum.
Brenda did know all about the good feelings that would
course through her own body when she did a good job
rubbing her slit,
so she rightly deduced that Tommy's good feel-
ings were simply a boy's version of what she felt.
The next day Tommy and Brenda met up to play.
Soon they had ventured back to the private little
grotto behind Tommy's garage where they had shared
their special little time together. Tommy eyed Brenda.
"Want to play together like yesterday?"
Brenda nodded eagerly and the two children
decided that this time they should take off ALL their
clothes. Accordingly, they immediately began disrobing.
In no time they had shed their light play clothes and
stood before each other as naked as the day they were
born! Each experienced a tremendous dual thrill.
First was the thrill of being completely bare-naked
outdoors! Second was the thrill of having somebody
with you who could see everything you had and who you
could see in return!
The two kids were still far too young to require
any sort of foreplay, if indeed they had even known
what foreplay was. Each just gravitated directly to
the object of their fascination: Tommy to Brenda's
slit; Brenda to Tommy's cock.
Having been quickly distracted the day before
by Brenda's naturally skillful manipulation of his
penis, Tommy had not explored fully the extent of
Brenda's charms. As his hand cupped her crotch and
his middle finger pressed lightly into her slit Tommy
was amazed at how smooth and how empty Brenda felt
down there. He couldn't figure out why boys had so
much down there and girls had so little. But Tommy
also felt like he wanted to touch and hold what was
down there forever! Brenda felt so nice down there.
As he gently squeezed and stroked her vulva,
Tommy noticed that moisture was accumulating,
especially along his middle finger where it pressed
into Brenda's tight slit. Tommy sniffed at his hand.
It wasn't pee. Reassured by Brenda that it was just
the girl juice that comes out when she starts to feel
good down there, Tommy resumed his manipulation of
Brenda's sweet little snatch.
As yesterday had been Tommy's day, today was
fast becoming Brenda's. Tommy's hand felt ever so
nice on her pussy and his middle finger was hitting
all the right spots as it stroked up and down. Tommy's
knuckle was even rubbing against her firm little clit,
though Tommy had no idea that he was doing so or even
what a clit was!
Brenda's own pumping of Tommy's cock slowed as
she became more and more caught up in the wonderful
tension that was building down in her pussy. Her hips
squirmed and scrunched against Tommy's hand as arousal
began to take over control of her movements. Soft
whimpering cries came from her throat as Brenda closed
her eyes and gave herself up to the delightful sen-
sations Tommy was drawing from her crotch.
Brenda suddenly ground her pussy hard against
Tommy's hand and she issued a guttural moan as the
tension in her cunt broke and ripples of release danced
through her body. Today it was Brenda's turn to slump
to the ground drained by her orgasm.
Over the summer Tommy and Brenda played their
little sex game of touch and rub several more times.
As they explored more, each demonstrated for the other
exactly how the urinary tract of the opposite sex
worked. Brenda spread the tight slit of her pussy so
that Tommy could see the special lips and third hole
inside her. They masturbated each other and mastur-
bated themselves for each other. It was a really cool
summer!
**
Though it took several years longer, Brenda
also discovered that fun could be had with other girls
too! She had been swimming at her girlfriend Janey's
pool and the girls had gone up to Janey's room to
change back into their clothes. Neither girl had ever
been naked in front of another girl before. Somewhere
in the middle of supposedly getting changed, a little
sexual horseplay broke out and they started wrestling
about Janey's room. Each was trying to remove the
other's swimsuit while retaining her own. Since the
girls were very evenly matched, neither was able to
maintain control over the other. The scales of the
battle tipped back and forth and soon both had their
little one-piece suits bunched down around their hips.
In a simultaneous assault to denude the other,
each lunged toward her friend's lower body and quickly
skinned the other's suit down and off. For each girl
this left the unexpected by-product of being left
naked in front of her friend. Both girls paused and
giggled, not quite knowing what to do. The gaze of
each though was riveted at the junction of her friend's
thighs. Though each girl sported the smallest of
breast buds, her tiny titties were certainly not yet
enough to drag attention away from that special center
of attraction that each girl carried between her legs.
Though both hairless little vulvas were almost identi-
cal, the fact that it was somebody else's slit that
each girl was staring at made all the difference!
Knees to knees, their legs slightly parted,
each girl reached down into the sleek, smooth crotch
of the other. Slow, hesitant breaths soon became
deeper and more rapid panting as hands stroked and
fingers probed. Soon each was rewarded with a flow
of moisture from the sweet slit she was exploring.
Slight at first was the dampness, but it soon inten-
sified under the gentle caresses. The girls were
forced to lean against each other, gently embracing
as their manipulations continued.
Hips began to thrust back against fingers as
passion levels increased. Firmer and faster, each
girl worked her hand against her friend's slit in an
effort to draw forth the delightful shudders of
release that each had previously only experienced
alone. First Janey groaned and trembled as her young
body obtained its release, then a moment later Brenda.
Any immediate post-orgasmic delights or difficulties
for the girls were eliminated as Janey's Mom yelled
upstairs to see how the girls were doing. Quickly
they were forced to scramble into their clothes and
run outside to play.
**
As delighted as both girls were at the discovery
of the joys they could unlock within the other, both
were a little shy about just how to proceed. The
situation presented its own solution when two days
later Brenda's Mom telephoned Janey's Mom.
Brenda's Dad had a surprise overnight business
trip for the next day dumped on him at work. Brenda's
Mom wondered if Brenda could possibly sleep over with
Janey. If so, she was going to go on the trip with
her husband and make it a mini-honeymoon. Of course
Janey's Mom agreed.
The next day the two girls spent in play. After
some pizza for dinner it was soon time for bath and
bed. Janey's Mom had no idea of the girls' sex play
of several days before. All the same she thought that
they were certainly getting too old for simultaneous
bathing, so off she sent the girls, one after the
other.
Soon the girls were ready for bed, clad similar-
ly in oversized T-shirts and clean white panties. They
were tucked in together into Janey's double bed and
admonished by Janey's Mom to go right to sleep. As
though two young girls on a sleepover would EVER go
right to sleep! Even if a little girlish cuddling were
not in the offerings, there was plenty to gossip and
giggle about!
Considerable gossiping and giggling did go on,
which earned a warning yell from downstairs from
Janey's Mom to settle down and go to sleep. Though
both girls secretly wished for it, neither girl knew
quite how to broach the possibility of a continuation
of their earlier sex play. While each had immensely
enjoyed their bit of pussy play and would gladly
continue it, one just did not come out and ask her
best friend if she would like to rub pussies with you!
If one could not just reach out and caress her
best friend's genitals, tickling provided a neutral
and acceptable way of getting your hands on her body
without being 'queer' or something! And tickle they
did. Fingers flew past waists and into armpits and
anywhere else that might possibly be ticklish. Both
girls forced themselves not to laugh out loud and so
invite a visit from Janey's Mom. But the tickles soon
slowed and softened to touches, at first outside
clothes but soon enough moving under T-shirts and over
the soft, firm flesh of youth contained therein.
Gentle caresses and soft embraces were soon the
order of the day as hands moved over backs, flanks,
and fronts. First one girl then the other discovered
the hard little bumps on her friend's chest. Soon
these little bumps would blossom into the softly
rounded breasts of youth. Right now they were just
sort of uncomfortable. But as fingers traced over
nipples, new sensations flowed through the girls. New
and untried erotic feelings flickered from the nipples
straight to the muscles within the girls' cunts. It
was as though a direct telegraph existed between the
two spots. It was also a new spot from which to derive
pleasure.
Brenda broke from Janey and quickly pushed up
her friend's shirt to get a better look at Janey's
baby boobies. The nipple tissue was soft and flat
against Janey's chest. But underneath Brenda could
feel the tissue of Janey's developing breast forcing
a slight mound. Her own budding breasts felt much
the same as Janey's so Brenda knew that several months
before Janey's tiny little breast had not been there
at all! Instead, Janey's chest, like her own, had
displayed only the stark flatness of little girlhood.
Though there was little tissue there to form
a target, Brenda lowered lips to Janey's tiny breast
and gently kissed it. Janey closed her eyes and
moaned with pleasure. There might not have been much
there, but what was there sure felt good beneath her
friend's lips. Janey snaked her fingers through
Brenda's hair and held Brenda's face to her tiny
protuberance. Force was not necessary to keep her
there though as Brenda licked and sucked at the
swelling and stiffening nipple.
While stimulating her friend's baby tit orally,
Brenda's hand had been lightly stroking Janey's chest
and stomach. It began to move lower. Around and into
Janey's belly button Brenda traced. Down over the
waistband of Janey's panties and onto the firm, flat
plane of Janey's abdomen. After a pass or two there,
Brenda's hand resumed its migration down over Janey's
sweet little charms. Brenda could feel the warmth of
Janey's vulva emanating through the thin panty crotch.
She could also feel the first hints of moisture seeping
through the tiny bit of cotton covering Janey's cunt.
Janey moaned and thrashed, her hips pushing
upward seeking contact with Brenda's questing hand.
Her own hand shot out towards Brenda's crotch seeking
out that special girl part of her friend that her
friend was manipulating so nicely on her. The girls
' mutual masturbation session earlier in the week, and
their multiple private sessions, had heretofore
centered on pure stimulation of their genitals.
However, the waves of passion and the emotional over-
tones that both girls now were feeling seemed a totally
right and proper addition to their play.
Seeking more, Brenda shoved her hand under the
elastic waistband of Janey's panties and resumed her
exploration of Janey's pussy, this time without the
little strip of cotton cloth in the way. Thrilled with
Brenda's intimate touch, Janey followed her friend's
lead and slipped her hand under the leg band of
Brenda's panties to get directly to Brenda's very warm,
very moist snatch.
In the middle of this groping and stroking the
two girls happened to make eye contact. The fire and
lust possessing her friend amazed each girl. Driven
by new and powerful desires, they leaned together,
their lips meeting in a passionate mesh. Their tongues
flicked against each other, introducing an entirely new
fire to their love play. They shifted their bodies,
pulling each other into a tight embrace. Their bodies
squirmed together as their kiss went on and on and on.
Driven to new pinnacles of passion, the two
girls separated long enough to pull the T-shirt over
her friend's head and push the now very damp crotched,
white panties down and off. Plastering their naked
bodies together again, they resumed their frenzied lip
lock. Their hands returned to the heated love grotto
they had just left, now free to explore fully the young
female treasures without the impeding barrier of
clothes.
Soon hand to pussy contact was insufficient and
the girls grabbed each other by the butt and ground
their fevered pubic mounds together. Copious quanti-
ties of girl juice flowed and blended as the young
lovers squirmed together frantically. Face to face
pussy rubbing was just not giving either girl the
intensity of contact she so desperately craved and it
was not long before each girl forced a leg up between
the thighs of her friend. Now each girl could grind
her hot cunt tightly against her friend's pressuring
thigh.
The added intensity this pressure on their
pussies was just what was needed! The girls' rubbing
and thrusting became firmer and faster as their levels
of arousal grew greater and greater. Their kisses
became shorter as their lips would meet briefly and
then part, each girl's desperate panting for breath
becoming dominant.
Suddenly Brenda ground her cunt hard against
Janey's firm young thigh and clamped her legs together
locking Janey's thigh in place. She plastered her
lips to Janey's lest she scream out with joy and
pleasure as a truly magnificent orgasm burst from deep
within her molten loins and flooded outward causing
her body to tremble and shake. The first moans of
delight emanating from Brenda were enough to help
trigger Janey's orgasmic release. Desperately Janey
rode out her own wonderful cum. The two girls squirmed
and whimpered together as the most delicious experience
of their young lives totally consumed them.
After breathing and blood pressure returned to
normal, the two girls cuddled together in each other's
arms. Before they slipped off to sleep they concluded
that they should put their T-shirts back on in case
Janey's Mom looked in on them while they were asleep.
It wouldn't do for Janey's Mom to find them naked! So
back on went the T-shirts, but their panties stayed
off. Each girl dozed off with her hand cupping the
special little girl treasure of her best friend and
lover.
-The End -
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BD's Harem (MFF)
By
Lisa and Sharon
The domini had christened him Rufus Angus MacPherson,
but a speech development delay, combined with a slight
impediment, meant that the young toddler introduced
himself as "Bufus Dangus." His slightly older brother
contracted this to "BD" and it stuck. Henceforth, Rufus
Angus MacPherson was known to friends and family as BD.
The "BD" took on different meanings for different
people at different times in his life. Once after
skinny-dipping as a lad, BD's shrunken appendage had
resulted in his becoming "Barely Dangling!" During
showers after a high school gym class, a schoolmate,
who had recently enjoyed Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
dubbed BD "Biggus Dickus!" BD's first lover, a recent
virgin herself and hardly a qualified judge of male
flesh, dubbed him "Buffalo Dong." A letter modification
occurred at the time of their break up and "Buffalo
Dong" became "Buffalo Dung!" And some used to kid him
that "BD" referred to BD's grades: never excelling,
never failing, and never just average.
If his grades were never quite average, his life was.
He experienced the usual trials and triumphs growing
up. He completed college and married a very nice,
average girl. He was hired to a very average job at
a very average company. His life settled into a nice
average pattern.
BD would have been content with his life if its balance
played out as the past had. Things could be better;
but then again they could be a whole lot worse. Sex
with the missus certainly had become a bit routine
after 10 years of marriage, but she was still an
attractive woman with whom sex was still enjoyable. BD
still derived immense satisfaction from his weekly (and
occasionally more often) slipping of his golden schlong
into her somewhat shaggy, but ever moist and receptive
cunt.
BD's love life took a turn towards the totally
unexpected and decidedly above average one Thursday
night when a last minute phone call resulted in BD
missing his train by seconds. Since the train was not
about to back into the station just for him, BD found
a phone and called home to say he would be late.
Unfortunately, track repairs meant he had a four-hour
wait! With nothing else to fill the time he retired
to his favorite little Italian restaurant. It was only
a few blocks away and offered fantastic food at very
reasonable prices. BD enjoyed this place so much that
he went there whenever he could and accordingly, the
sting of his impending long wait was considerably
lessened.
BD checked out his surroundings as the waiter brought
his drink and some dinner rolls. The crowd was not
too heavy, but still decent. But the only table that
mattered to BD at the moment was the one next to his.
Or more accurately, its incredibly beautiful occupant!
She had apparently arrived only moments before BD and,
like him, was nursing a drink waiting for her entrée.
He smiled when their eyes met and she smiled politely
back.
"Do you come here often?" he asked, and then blanched
as he realized how incredibley stupid he must have
sounded when all he wanted to do was be friendly.
(After ten years of marriage with no playing around,
his social skills with beautiful single women left a
bit to be desired!) There never seemed to be a hole
to crawl into when you needed one!
She noticed his discomfort and smiled, this time with
genuine feeling. "Not as often as I would like. The
food here is really great!"
"I couldn't agree more!" BD replied enthusiastically.
By the time their entrees arrived the conversation had
developed most positively and BD and his lovely new
friend, since introduced as Samantha, had each
abandoned their plans for a solo dinner and were
sharing both a table and thus far a delightful evening.
And by the time BD was on his train going home later
that night, he had also shared in the delights of
Samantha's magnificent body!
It was not an affair that either Samantha or BD had
been looking for, or had gone out of their way to
institute. Yet both were quite content. Samantha was
not in the city often enough that their liaisons could
consume all the available time for either one of them.
Yet she was in the city often enough that she felt
justified in maintaining an apartment which proved to
be but a short distance from BD's office.
Samantha's box lunch came to be BD's luncheon selection
at least once a fortnight, and BD came to be calling
home an average of once a month, usually on a Friday
night, that he would be late coming home, though on
these occasions he was usually seldom late cuming!
Samantha and he would meet for dinner at their favorite
little restaurant, and then adjourn for desert to her
apartment. Though desert had even once included a bit
of whipped cream atop certain firm, sweet delights,
with Samantha and BD, regardless of who was in the
dominant position, there was never a cherry on top!
Both Samantha and BD enjoyed the delights of their
affair, but neither was under any illusions regarding
its nature. It was an affair based upon the enjoyment,
both social and physical, that each found in the other.
It would never result in BD leaving his wife or in
Samantha looking for a ring anywhere except her
bathtub! BD was very content to have his cake and eat
her too, while Samantha was very content with her
single lifestyle and was not about to surrender it.
On this mutually satisfactory foundation, their affair
developed nicely.
They had been friends and lovers for a bit over 4
months when the occasion of BD's birthday arrived.
Samantha had promised a still unspecified special
treat for his birthday. That was the rational behind
BD faking a weekend business trip and his currently
lying naked in the middle of Samantha's large, king-
sized bed.
To make the occasion 'more interesting,' Samantha had
extended BD's arms and gently looped a bit of rope
around his wrists. His feet were bound with sufficient
line than he could move his legs extensively, but could
not roll over.
It could not actually be called bondage as the lines
were secured in place by loose half hitches. With a
good tug BD could have freed himself in an instant.
Indeed, BD had to hold the ends of the lines in his
hands to keep them from slipping off.
The lines were not really there for the purpose of
forced restraint. Rather they were a reminder to BD
to restrain himself willingly and to permit things to
develop around him without his active participation.
They were also part of the ground rules of his birthday
surprise.
As Samantha explained it, this was a night of fantasy.
The fantasy lasted only as long as the lines were in
place or until she removed them. She would not
elaborate further on the nature of the fantasy other
than to say that this would be a birthday he would
never forget.
BD had no reason not to trust Samantha, and the fact
that he could free himself so quickly and easily
reassured him that something evil or sinister was not
in the offerings.
And so BD consented to Samantha's ground rules and made
himself comfortable on the bed after getting undressed.
His cock was standing rigidly erect, just as it had
been since he arrived at Samantha's apartment and had
been greeted at the door by a very beautiful, very
naked, Samantha! As she had moved over his body
'securing' his extremities, the brief wisps of contact
of her velvety smooth skin against his had only served
to excite him further.
Now his erection felt as though it were about to burst
as he lay there and watched the display that was
developing before him. Samantha pulled a chair next
to the bed and sat facing BD. She knew how much BD
loved to touch her and look at her body, and while he
could not for the moment touch her she was certainly
giving him plenty to look at!
Samantha extended her legs against the bed and moved
her thighs apart. The soft, fragrant gash of her sex
opened to his gaze. Her fingers traced light designs
over her sleek flesh as they moved over her full
breasts and her nipples. Presently those little
jewels topping her chest treasures were as rigid and
throbbing as BD's engorged pecker. Down her hands
would move, never losing contact with her flesh as she
descended over her stomach to her hips. Then they
angled outward and down over her legs. Down her
thighs, and then back, her fingers traced first over
the front of her thighs and then inward toward the more
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
Thus she explored her body at length before she
permitted her fingers to answer the magnetic pull of
her womanhood and slide into and over her now glisten-
ing girl lips.
BD had a most excellent view of Samantha's charms, both
due to her position and the fact that she had always
maintained the condition of her pubic hair to expose
and display her feminine folds most effectively. The
hair had been removed from the flanks of her slit thus
ensuring unimpeded access to her delights. A small,
well-manicured tuft of girl fur had been allowed to
remain at the crest of her loins to accent the beauty
of her pussy.
Growing up, her Mommy had told her to always wear her
hat, and Samantha figured that her little man in the
boat appreciated his chapeau.
Samantha's inner lips became engorged under her mini-
strations and now flowered forth in all their glory.
Her fingers rubbed and tugged these soft, moist folds,
stretching and parting them. Her middle digits slipped
between these lips alternating between caresses that
went up and down the length of her slit and probes that
went deeply between the lips and into her depths beyond.
While her middle digits worked her slit, her index
fingers wedged her clitty, rolling and pulling it.
BD's cock throbbed and his hips twitched as he watched
Samantha's display. It was torment not to touch her,
to pull her onto the bed with him and bury his shaft
into her exciting, achingly beautiful body. Only his
recollection of Samantha's stern warning that the
entire fantasy ended at the moment his fantasy bonds
were removed kept him restrained.
Samantha was losing herself in her sex play. Her eyes,
when not shut, were glazed and slightly rolled back.
Her breathing had become deep and more labored. A
sheen of sweat had begun to cover her body, making her
pale, alabaster flesh glimmer even more erotically.
Her hips bucked and twitched as Samantha drove her
pussy harder and faster against her questing fingers.
Her whimpers and moans filled the room. BD had
witnessed enough of Samantha's orgasms to know that
she was fast on her way to a biggie!
With her eyes shut tight and her head thrown back,
Samantha's fingers became a blur as they flew over her
snatch. Suddenly her body froze and a sound half
between a gurgle and a moan slipped from her half open
mouth. Rub and pause, rub and pause, her fingers moved
against her sex as her entire body convulsed. Pulse
after pulse of orgasm rippled through her. Perhaps it
was the most intense release she had ever experienced.
Certainly it was the most intense that BD had ever
witnessed. In either case, the orgasm continued to
consume Samantha. Even when her body had collapsed
into the chair and her orgasm had seemed to have run
its course, an occasional tremor shuddered through her
weakened body as the goddess of sex continued to pour
forth her blessings upon Samantha.
From their position wide apart, her thighs slowly came
together. Samantha turned slightly sideways in the
chair and just nestled there. It was several minutes
before Samantha could even open her eyes. She remained
quiet, her hands trapped between her legs, cupping and
cradling her sex as though trying simultaneously to
keep all those wonderful feelings trapped inside her
body and prevent their leaking out, and to protect her
exquisitely sensitive sex parts from further stimula-
tion.
BD sat frozen as though lost somewhere with Samantha
as she slowly edged back towards this reality from
whatever dimension her orgasm had transported her.
Eventually her eyes focused on BD. As her breathing
returned to normal, she smiled as she gazed upon BD
lying on her bed. His huge erection seemed to dominate
the scene.
"I guess you're ready for Phase Two," she said.
Though his eyes were still riveted to the display
before him, BD's peripheral vision caught some movement
at the door to the room. He momentarily panicked, then
relaxed a bit as he recognized Susan, Samantha's sister.
Though he had never met her, he had seen her pictures
around Samantha's apartment and Samantha had spoken of
Susan often. And he was certainly seeing her now!
"I hope you enjoy the rest of your present," Samantha
said lovingly, "but under the circumstances this
present will have to unwrap itself!"
If BD's cock was not already bone hard the sight of
Susan standing in the doorway clad only in a red satin
and lace bra and bikini set would certainly do the job!
Her lush hair flowed in waves to a point just above her
breasts and framed a face that found descriptive words
such as exquisite and magnificent woefully inadequate.
Susan slowly shifted her body from side to side in a
most coquettish manner. Her eyes were locked on BD's.
Her left hand moved behind her back. Her right index
finger moved between her slightly parted perfect teeth.
Her head tipped slightly. Her entire pose was one of
studied innocence and incredible sensuality, and BD
felt like he would explode!
Fourteen months apart in age, Samantha and Susan at
first glance seemed to have been dealt from opposite
ends of the sex goddess deck. Samantha's fair skin had
an ivory gleam and her shimmering blonde hair seemed to
radiate a brilliance of its own. Susan's skin on the
other hand had an almost Mediterranean olive warmth and
the glow of her raven tresses precisely juxtaposed her
sister's golden locks. But their similarities more
than outweighed their differences once someone took the
time to look.
And with these two girls it was ONLY a matter a time.
Looking was NEVER trouble! With considerable relish,
Samantha had once told BD about the time she and Susan
were walking past a sidewalk café and one man was SO
fixated on the two of them as they walked past that he
actually fell off his chair!
"So this is the birthday boy," Susan said with an
impish sparkle in her eye!
Riveting him with her eyes she slowly moved her hands
over her lush form. She cradled and cupped her mag-
nificent breasts, lifting them slightly, and squeezing
and rubbing their round fullness. Downward her hands
moved over her ribs to her tight abdomen and narrow
waist. Outward they angled as they passed over her
hips and down her sleek, firm thighs.
Her self-caresses reversed and upward her hands ranged.
Manicured fingertips danced lightly over velvety smooth
flesh. Back up over her stomach and up the crested
hillocks of her mammary endowments. Unconsciously
Susan was displaying another level of sisterly simi-
larity, for many of the movements she made to arouse BD
and herself were exactly the same as her sister's!
BD's cock twitched as his hips churned and his muscles
clenched in response to Susan's erotic tease. After
several minutes of warming herself up, Susan slipped
her hands behind her back and deftly released her
brassiere. Down her arms the garment slipped until she
caught it in one hand and held it out to BD. Susan
dropped it to the floor and reached up with both hands
letting the tips of her middle fingers roll her rigid
cherry nipples in small circles against her breasts.
Thumbs and index fingers would occasionally pinch and
pull on the erect little nubbins before the rolling
resumed.
Her hands left her breasts and slowly slid to her hips.
Catching her thumbs in the waistband of her panties,
her hands continued their slow, inexorable descent with
her panties in tow. When Susan next stood erect her
panties were a tiny red puddle at her feet. But BD was
barely conscious of that puddle for his attention was
focused on the junction of Susan's long legs. His
attention was commanded by Susan's carefully sculpted
tuft of girl fur and the tightly slit furrow that
extended from the base of that patch of fur down and
between Susan's thighs.
Now that Susan was naked, the similarity of the two
sisters was even more apparent. Their facial and
bodily features made them more like twins. They were
just about the same height and weight. The curve and
thrust of their breasts was almost identical, though
the tint of Susan's nipples was more towards a brown
as compared to Samantha's pink. They each possessed
the same graceful curve of the hip and the same long
shapely leg. And the little tufts of hair crowning
each girl's womanhood, though one was gold and the
other jet black, was sculpted exactly alike!
Susan's hands now moved toward her female delta tracing
a path along the triangular crease of flesh where her
thighs and abdomen met. Downward along this path her
hands moved, then inward and upward into her woman
cleft and along the tight, moist slit hiding her most
sensitive recesses. Her fingertips tugged outward and
parted Susan's lips, slightly exposing her most special
parts. One finger lingered briefly at the mouth of her
pouting sex and was then conveyed to her tongue, which
proceeded to lick the juices of her arousal from her
fingers.
Seductively, Susan walked over to a point beside
Samantha's chair. In his fixation with Susan's dis-
robing and self-arousal, BD had failed to realize that
Samantha had returned from wherever her orgasm had
transported her and had straightened her position in
the chair. Her legs were again parted and her hand
was making slow but determined movements over her
nether folds.
"Dear Sister," Susan began, "did you enjoy watching me
take my clothes off and touch myself?"
She smiled at Samantha and bent down to her. The girls
exchanged a slow, deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss
broke, the girls' tongues could still be seen fucking
against each other.
Susan lowered her face to Samantha's chest and sucked
one of Samantha's hard little nipples into her mouth.
As she gently sucked and nibbled on her sister's
breast, Susan moved her hand down to Samantha's loins,
covering Samantha's hand with her own. Their fingers
played and intertwined until Susan broke her hand free
and moved it lower to cup and cover her sister's cunt.
Susan's middle finger slipped right into Samantha's
well-lubricated and very open snatch. Around and
around her finger stirred, then in and out it slid.
She made sure that each time her knuckle passed over
her sister's clit that she bore down just hard enough
for Samantha's clitty to receive its share of stimu-
lation.
Soon Samantha was moaning softly and rolling her hips
in response to Susan's manipulation of her girlish
goodies. On impulse Samantha reached around Susan
until her hand had found Susan's ass. Samantha pulled
Susan towards her and buried her face into her sister's
honeyed quim. Her tongue snaked out and slithered into
Susan's slick cunt cleft. Samantha's tongue wormed
between those tight lips before hooking upward and
flicking the hard little nut of Susan's rigidly erect
clit.
An impassioned shudder and moan was Susan's immediate
response to her sister's intimate caress. Susan's free
hand pressed against the back of her sister's head
pushing Samantha's face more deeply into her gash. Her
finger began to move faster and more deliberately in
Samantha's hole as the two sisters lost themselves in
the pleasure that each was giving and receiving.
Samantha broke her contact with Susan's cunny and
looked up at her sister with lust glazed eyes. Susan
again brought her face to Samantha's and again the
girl's shared a deep, passionate oral exchange.
"If we keep this up we just might forget the birthday
boy," Samantha reminded Susan. Reluctantly, Susan
withdrew her hand from Samantha's snatch. With her
fingers still wet with her sister's love juices, Susan
reached over and took a hold of BD's cock.
This was the first time since this love session had
begun that anyone had touched BD. With his pseudo
restraints he was not even able to touch himself. And
yet the show he had been witnessing had him on the
verge of orgasm! Not wanting BD to cum just yet, her
first action was to hold BD's cock firmly at its base
until his urge to orgasm, almost triggered by Susan's
touch, had passed.
Still holding his cock by its root, Susan leaned over
BD and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Her skilled
tongue sent rockets of pleasure shooting between his
nipple and his cock. Nobody had EVER made his nipples
feel quite so sensitive or responsive. Was it Susan
or was it the fact that every nerve of his body was
100% sex charged by all that he had witnessed and been
prevented from participating in?
Susan climbed onto the bed straddling one of BD's legs.
As she kissed her way up his body towards his face, her
VERY well lubricated cunt trailed a path of girl juice
up BD's leg. She had released her hold on his cock and
was now able to take his face between her hands.
Lightly stroking his cheeks Susan leaned forward and
kissed BD. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and
danced over his teeth and against his tongue.
"You've already suffered enough," Susan began, "and
tonight is supposed to be for your pleasure, not your
torment."
With those words Susan reached down and grasped BD's
very hard, very aroused cock. She sat up and raised
her hips over his. His cock was so rigid that she
certainly did not need to hold it erect, so her fingers
provided just a bit of needed guidance as she fit the
head of his shaft into the open, dripping mouth of her
snatch. When his cockhead had wedged itself between
her pussy lips, Susan released her hold of his cock and
began to lower her hips. BD's erection forced Susan's
sex lips apart as it began to slide into her body.
Deeper and deeper it slid into Susan's hot, tight hole.
Down and down, further and further Susan descended
until BD's cock was completely encased inside her.
Susan then clenched the well-trained muscles of her
snatch and gripped BD's cock in a tight sheath of cunt.
And oh his cock was so easy for her to clasp. Never
had a guy's cock felt so incredibly stiff inside her!
Perhaps because he had been so aroused by her show
before she had even touched him, but BD had never felt
anything quite like Susan's cunt clasping his cock.
Maybe because he was just so damn hard! Whatever the
cause, the vise-like pressure that her cunt muscles
exerted around his cock and the lusty little twitches
of her hips provided more than enough stimulation to
send BD over the edge.
Clenching his eyes shut, BD opened his mouth and
groaned as his hips jerked upward driving his cock
further into Susan's deepest recesses. Spurting is an
inadequate term to describe the force with which BD's
cum shot into Susan's cunt. His hips spasmed and his
body jerked as waves of jism ricocheted off Susan's
tender inner walls. The intensity of BD's ejaculation
helped trigger a pleasant little cum deep in Susan's
loins, while Samantha watch the two people she loved
best locked in orgasmic splendor and quietly fingered
her puss to another sweet release.
Just as Samantha was totally wiped out by her earlier
orgasm, so too was BD from his now. He collapsed on
the bed, his limbs limp. His cock was slowly retreat-
ing to a similar state as it softened within Susan's
body and bit by bit slipped from her clasping snatch.
Eventually it fell from her embrace entirely and lay
withered atop his balls.
Susan got off BD and stretched out beside him after
releasing the loosely tied line from the wrist and
ankle on her side. Samantha released the other hand
and foot and lay down next to BD on the other side.
They snuggled down in the crooks of BD's arms and
gently stoked his body as they let him slowly drift
his way back to reality after his all-draining
ejaculation. Eventually BD revived sufficiently to
respond to the delicious pair of young lovelies
cuddled up next to him.
"That was the most incredible birthday present I ever
had," BD exclaimed breathlessly.
"Was?" Samantha sounded indignant. "Hun! That was
only the first act!"
BD groaned with pleasure as the two girls slid down
the bed. Within seconds two tongues were flicking
over the head and shaft of his cock in an effort to
revive him sufficiently for Act 2! With occasional
intermissions for food and rest their performance
continued the rest of the weekend through many natural
and unnatural acts!
-The End -
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Billy and Jilly
by
Lisa and Sharon
Jilly was a cute little thing. Just 13 years old and
starting to change from a young child to a young woman.
She had soft brown hair that was cut sort of short and
a figure that still carried a mix of baby fat and the
swellings of two little breasts that held the promise
of much more to come.
Billy was Jilly's best friend Mary's brother. He was
15 and Jilly thought he was just about the swellest
thing ever. There were times Jilly would come over to
play with Mary just to be around Billy. He was about
average in height, about average in looks, but all-
round above average with Jilly.
Things probably would have stayed just like that had
it not been for that Saturday when she was playing with
Mary along with two other girls, Billy was with his
friend Steve, and Billy's and Mary's parents were away
for the day at a wedding. Somehow, the six of them
wound up playing "Spy Catcher". The girls were the
spies and the boys were supposed to catch them.
The girls proved quite elusive and the boys had a tough
time even finding, let alone catching them. Finally,
the first spy was aprehended! Jilly was captured by
Billy and he proceeded to take her off to the "jail",
with Jilly "resisting" all the way. The "jail" was
actually Billy's father's study and was furnished with
a desk, bookcases, and a sofa.
When he had dragged his "suspect" to the jail, Billy
pulled Jilly into the room. In the process he stumbled
backward onto the sofa and wound up sitting there with
Jilly sprawled face down across his lap. This was a
position that Billy would have given his left nut to be
in, for he had long thought that Jilly was the cutest
of Mary's friends, and here he was looking down at this
tight little rump clad only in Jilly's bathing suit
bottoms. (As it was the middle of summer and an
exceptionally warm day, Jilly had worn her bathing
suit, consisting of bottoms and a loose top that came
to mid-tummy, instead of her usual shorts and top.)
"You have been a very uncooperative prisoner," Billy
said. "You have to behave yourself. Maybe a good
spanking is what you need and you're certainly in a
position to get one." Though secretly thrilled at the
idea of Billy's hand on her ass, Jilly protested appro-
priately and tried to squirm away. Billy had to hold
Jilly down tighter, with one hand on her back and the
other on her thigh. He thought the skin of her thigh
was just the greatest thing he had ever felt.
The idea of having a girl here, with him, and to be
actually touching her was as exciting as hell for him.
As his hand sort of slid over her thigh, Billy's cock
decided that it too would make itself known. Jilly
loved the feel of Billy's hand running up the back of
her leg, and was getting a bit turned on by that, when
she suddenly began to feel something hard pressing up
into her stomach. Now Jilly's older sister had long
ago told her about boys and about hard-ons and the ones
some of her boyfriends had gotten, but this was her
first honest-to-god experience with one of her own.
"Ok, now you're going to get it," Billy said as he
brought he hand down on Jilly's rump. The movement,
which could not even have been called a blow, just
brought Billy's hand to the spot where he wanted it.
His hand just rested there for a moment as Billy felt
the heat of Jilly's butt radiating through her swimwear
bottoms, and the tight little cheeks contained within.
The feel of her butt crack under his hand was the most
incredible thing he had ever experienced. "You have to
stop that!" Jilly cried, but she made no motion to move
his hand from her bottom. And why should she! She
loved it!
The idea of Billy touching her butt, of feeling him now
sort of slowly sliding his hand over her butt cheeks
and actually down the crack of her ass was turning her
on tremendously. And the pecker throbbing beneath her
belly!
But the 'little girl need to preserve ones honor" urge
suddenly intruded and Jilly jumped off of Billy's lap
and made for the door. Billy surged after her and
tried to grab her, but instead of grabbing Jilly what
he got was the edge of her bathing suit bottoms. Billy
and Jilly fell to the floor as Jilly's lower covering
came sliding down her legs to her knees. Now she was
lying face down on the floor with her pants half off
and Billy lying half next, half on top, of her.
The sight of Jilly's butt right in front of him both
shocked him briefly and excited him tremendously. His
cock began to hurt it was so hard (the fact that it was
trapped in his briefs didn't help much). Jilly looked
back at Billy and started to reach down to pull her
pants back up. Billy reached out and touched her hand
and said, "Please don't. I've never seen a girl so
close. Please let me look at you."
Jilly paused and reflected, and while she did Billy
took advantage of the situation to reach down and rest
his hand on Jilly's now naked little butt. Around the
edges of her cheeks his hand moved, then down over the
crack and over the tops of her thighs, and then back
again. Billy was lost in the moment, and for Jilly it
felt just so damned nice that she wouldn't mind if he
did that forever. "But what about the others?", Jilly
asked. "I have an idea.", Billy said. He stood up and
took her hand helping her to her feet as she slipped
her pants back up. "Come with me," he said, and to-
gether they went upstairs to Billy's bedroom.
"In here," he said as he brought her into the walk-in
closet of his bedroom. As he closed the door behind
them, he reached around and pulled an overstuffed chair
in front of the door. "No one will think we're in here
with that chair there.", Billy said as he turned and
looked at Jilly. They both knew that they wanted to
continue what had been started downstairs, but neither
knew quite how to begin it. Billy reached out and
lightly ran his fingers over Jilly's bare arm. She
trembled slightly as the goosebumps generated by his
touch raced over her. Billy moved his hand up to
Jilly's shoulder and began to ease the strap of her
bathing suit top off her shoulder. "No fairs just me!"
she said and took a step backward.
Billy nodded and bent over and pulled off his sneakers
and socks. Jilly just kicked away her sandles. He
pulled off his tee shirt. As he did, Jilly slipped out
of her suit top. They stood there for a moment admir-
ing each other's topless state when Jilly's eyes
lowered to Billy's jeans. The bulge in the front was
huge and Jilly was both nervous and curious. Billy
figured that the only way he could get to see the rest
of Jilly was to get naked himself, so he slipped his
jeans down. Now his cock could spring free without
restraint and the resulting tent in his briefs amazed
Jilly.
She stood there shocked into frozen amazement when
something even more incredible happened. Billy pulled
his briefs down and stepped out of them, standing be-
fore her completely nude. Jilly didn't know what to
think. Right in front of her was the most beautiful,
and yet oddest, thing she had ever seen. Billy's cock
was sticking a good six inches out of a mat of dark
black hair. The head of his cock was covered by his
foreskin and his balls hung slightly below his cock.
Jilly decided it was GREAT!
'You too.", Billy said and snapped Jilly out of her
stupor. She looked at him and hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms. Down they
slid, over her hips, down her thighs, and down her
legs, until they were just a puddle at her feet. Jilly
stepped out of her pants and stood there naked in front
of Billy. As incredible as Jilly had found Billy's
nude form, Billy found Jilly twice so! Her breasts
were just beginning their swelling to womanhood and
stood proudly on her chest. Two little cupcakes topped
by hard, protruding pink nipples. Her soft little twat
was just growing its protective covering of fur and was
still this slightly swollen mound, sparsely covered
with soft down, with a moist, tight little furrow slit
through it.
They stepped towards each other, reaching out and
touching the virginal flesh that each was offering the
other. One of Billy hands traced slowly over Jilly's
nipples while his other slid down her stomach and cup-
ped her pussy in his palm. Jilly wrapped her hand
around Billy's cock and gently stroked it, and her
other hand slipped lower and her fingertips lightly
caressed Billy's balls. Though it couldn't have been
for more that a few minutes, this was an eternity for
both of them. Time was not something that affected
them. They touched and caressed each other,
occasionally looking at each other eyes, but mostly
looking at the wonder that was the other's body.
Finally Billy slid his hands around Jilly's hips and
gently pulled her to him. They kissed gently, their
lips, then their tongues exploring and caressing. Each
slid their hands over each others back and down to cup
the other's butt. As they did their bodies squirmed
together sliding naked flesh over naked flesh. Billy's
throbbing big erection slid around against Jilly's
belly, then suddenly popped between her legs and rested
up tight against her slit.
Jilly's head flopped back and she moaned with pleasure
as this hot and incredibly hard, yet incredibly
velvety, penis rubbed over the never-before-touched
lips of her pussy. She began to hunch herself back and
forth over the rigid prong that seemed to lift her
right off her feet, faster and faster until she sud-
denly scrunched her hips and ground her clitoris
against Billy's rock hard cock. Orgasmic sparks
flashed before her eyes as wave after wave of the most
perfectly wonderful good feeling rushed through her
pussy and over her whole body. She clamped her legs
against Billy penis and suddenly he too was coming.
Thick white shots of cum blasted out of his cock,
spraying her thighs and the cheeks of Jilly's butt,
but mostly covering the floor behind them. They stood
there holding each other tightly, as much for support
after their mind-numbing orgasms as out of desire to
let the moment last. Finally, they slipped apart and
looked at each other.
"Wow," came simultaneously from each of them and they
laughed. "I guess we'd better find the others before
they find us," Jilly said and Billy nodded. They both
dressed slowly, glancing at each other and smiling the
whole time. As they prepared to leave, Billy took
Jilly's hand and said, "I hope we can do this again",
and Jilly smilled and nodded.
They did.
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Billy and Jilly: The Deed
by
Lisa & Sharon
After their brief moment of mutual discovery up in
Billy's bedroom closet, neither Billy nor Jilly could
manage to coordinate a time when they could get to-
gether and continue their exploration of each other's
adolescent body. There was also the problem of
discretion, because both knew that if anyone found
out about what they had done, not only would they
never get the chance to do it again, their parents
would kill them.
Not being able to pursue their 'affair' actively,
the thought of that Saturday, the tremendous feelings
which were released, and the absolute thrill that each
found in the other's naked body, was still foremost on
both their minds. Each night, unbeknownst to the other,
each would wind up desperately masturbating.
Jilly could not forget her first sight of Billy's erect
penis. It looked so big and so hard, yet it had such a
velvety texture and it did feel so very good when it
rubbed back and forth over the tight lips of her pussy.
She would lie in bed pinching and pulling her little
nipples and running her hand over her girl mound until
the furrow between her thighs became moist and the soft
pink inner lips of her child-woman cunt began to swell
and pooch outwards as if to wrap themselves around her
probing, questing fingers.
This pattern would of necessity continue until the
rythmic stroking of her labia and the pressure and
friction against her little clitoris would send Jilly
over the edge of her mountain of tension and into a
valley of sweet, blessed orgasmic relief.
Simultaneously, Billy would be lying in his bed, wish-
ing he had Jilly there to touch and feel and rub
against. His pajama pants would be pushed down to his
knees and his hand would be wrapped around his erect
cock. Painfully hard had seemed to have become his
natural state as every time he thought about Jilly and
her round little breasts and her tight pussy with its
sparse covering of soft girl fur his dick would again
swell up and stiffen. And he thought about Jilly
constantly! And so, again he lay here madly pumping
his pecker until his hips would buck and he would groan
and his hot cum would again come spurting out of his
dick. With the hormones of adolesence raging through
his veins, and the recuperative powers known only to a
teenage boy, an hour later would find Billy again with
a massive erection and again trying to seek relief from
the image of the 13 year old nymph who had come to
obsess his thoughts.
After three weeks of this mutual hell, Billy's parents
decided to go camping for the weekend. After an ele-
quent bit of oratory, Billy secured his parents permis-
sion to stay home alone while they went camping. Of
course, Billy's sister Mary was much too young to stay
home without parental supervision so she would be going
with her parents. As soon as he could, without anyone
else in the house knowing, Billy raced to the phone to
call Jilly.
Of course, if someone other that Jilly picked up the
phone Billy would quickly hang up, so it took six tries
before it was Jilly who answered. "Hi," he said kind
of sheepishly. "Hi yourself," she responded and both
giggled. "Listen," Billy said, "My parents are going
camping this weekend. Mary's got to go too. I was
wondering if like maybe you'd like to come over Satur-
day." "OK," she said quietly after a moment, "About
9?" Billy said that was swell and they hung up. The
balance of the week was the longest time either had
ever experienced.
Saturday did ultimately come and the hours completed
the torturously slow march towards 9. But the time did
come when Jilly rang the doorbell and was let into the
house by Billy. He thought she was even more beautiful
than the last time he saw her. She was wearing a tight
little T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts. Her hair was
pulled back into a ponytail and she looked positively
delectable. Billy answered the door in his robe which,
with typical adolescent eagerness, had nothing under
it. As he stood there looking at her, his cock did
what it had been doing nothing else but! It got hard!
Jilly looked down and smiled at this column of flesh
sticking out of Billy's robe and pointing so earnestly
at her. "Well," she giggled, "Somebody's glad to see
me!" Billy smiled and grabbed Jilly's hand. Together
they raced for Billy's room.
The hesitancy and uncertainty which had marked their
first venture together was gone and Billy threw off his
robe and jumped on the bed. Jilly hopped up next to
him. "God I've missed being with you," Billy said, "I
haven't been able to stop thinking about you and how
pretty you are." '"You really think I'm pretty?" Jilly
asked almost shyly. "Very," Billy replied and leaned
over and kissed her.
That first kiss lingered a minute, then they lay back
onto Billy's bed and took each other in their arms.
The tender first kisses became longer and more pas-
sionate. Their lips moved against each other until
their mouths opened a bit and their tongues began their
gentle and tentative explorations. As their breath
became heavier, their hands began to slide against each
other as they fueled the fire that each had lit in the
other. Finally, Jilly broke the kiss and pulled back
from Billy a bit. "Wait a sec," she said as she got
on her knees on the bed. She looked down at Billy for
a moment and then pulled her T-shirt over her head and
tossed it to the floor. Though her Mom made her wear
a bra to contain and cover her tiny titties whenever
she went to school or to church, this was not one of
those occasions and her small breasts stood proudly
on her chest. The nipples were just as Billy remembered
them, firm and pointy as if to say, "I'm here! Suck
me!"
Jilly saw the mix of admiration and desire in Billy's
eyes as he gazed at her. She stood next to the bed,
slipped out of her shoes, and then in one motion wisked
her shorts and panties down and off. She jumped back
up on the bed and snuggled her naked little form up
tight next to Billy. "There," she said, "isn't that
better?" No reply was forthcoming as both were too
busy kissing and rubbing their tongues in and out of
each others mouth to waste time with words.
Their caresses grew more intimate as their passion
increased. Billy kept running his fingertips over
Jilly's breasts and nipples and then down over the
swell of her hip, along her thigh, and then inwards
to cup and caress her pussy. Then back up over the
flat plain of her stomach to her titties where the
journey would begin again. Jilly in the meantime had
her hand firmly wrapped around Billy's cock. She
would pull on it and lightly scratch over it and
slide her fingers lower where she could feel Billy's
balls.
On one pass, while his hand was buried in Jilly's
crotch and his fingers were busy probing between the
now wet lips of her sex, Billy looked at Jilly and
asked. "Could I look at you, ya know, ah real close,
ah you know ah, down there?" "OK," she replied
hesitantly and Billy slid down the bed until his face
was even with the junction of her thighs. There
before him was the glory of her womanhood, that
strange, mysterious cavern that men have feared and
loved and lusted over since the dawn of time. The
light mat of hair on Jilly's lower belly proudly
proclaimed her femininity, but did nothing to obscure
the tender lips that by now were flowering outward
and flowing with her rich, woman's nectar. The scent
was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was light
and clean, and yet earthy and compelling. Without
really thinking about what he was doing, or why, Billy
leaned forward and lightly licked his tongue over the
folds of Jilly's vaginal lips. Jilly melted! She
simply went limp as these brand new and incredible
sensations came thundering out of her pussy to over-
whelm her. She reached down and pushed Billy's head
tighter against her slit. "Oh, that's so nice," she
moaned. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it!"
Billy continued with his oral ministering, running his
tongue back and forth over the lips that were now
totally open to his mouth and tongue as if to try to
pull him inward and hold him there. On each pass over
her pussy, Billy would pause at the top of Jilly's slit
and suck the hard little bud of her clitoris between
his lips. Jilly's head was flopping from side to side
as she squeezed and mashed her breasts, tugged on her
nipples, and jerked her hips wildly against the over-
whelming pleasure that was being given to her. Then,
as Billy sucked at her clit, he brought his hand to her
cunt and slipped a finger past her lips and into the
untouched vault beyond.
Jilly wimpered and moaned and shuddered as she
orgasmed. The intensity and duration of her cum was
unlike anything she had ever felt before. Wave after
wave engulfed her and just as one set of spasms would
pass another would flood over her.
Finally she had to literally pull Billy's head away
from her loins as she just couldn't stand for the good
feelings to continue the way they were. She pulled
him up next to her and kissed him deeply. She could
taste her own sex fluids on him and loved the thought
of how those juices had gotten there. She had calmed
down to a degree where she was again conscious of the
ache deep in her vagina and the itching of her pussy
lips as they cried out for more. "Oh that was so
delicious," Jilly said to Billy as her body ground
against his.
"Please do me now." she pleaded with a lustful hunger
in her eyes. Though everything prior to this had been
marvelous for both of them, this was THE moment!
Billy slid over her body and between her legs which
Jilly had spread wide for him. Her lower legs came
up off the bed and rubbed over Billy's thighs. As he
positioned himself before her he took his dick in his
right hand and gently rubbed it over the well-lub-
ricated folds of her sexual opening. Jilly reached
down and put her hand over his and together they
guided Billy's cock to the opening of her cunt.
Gently they worked the tip of his hard pecker into her
hole. The flowing folds of her twat wrapped around
the tip of his penis. "Now honey, now," Jilly moaned
as she moved her hand away from his manhood. Her arms
reached up to embrace him as she spread herself even
wider as her legs wrapped around Billy. Billy pushed
forward tenderly.
With all her lubricating juices there was little
friction, but the tightness of her virgin cunt
demanded slow going. As his cock slid slowly into
her, Jilly could feel the walls of her cunt trying to
stretch to accomodate this massive, but oh so pleasur-
able, invader. As the head of his dick slipped past
the lips at the entrance to her hole, they both felt
something!
Jilly felt the slight pulling and pain that was the
death blow to her virginity, while Billy experienced
the new sensation of having a woman's cunt lips peel
the foreskin back over the head of his penis. But
slowly and incessently Billy's cock kept up its
passage into Jilly's hot, tight little body.
Oh, she felt so incredibly filled. That massive penis
which had seemed so huge was now buried as deeply into
her cunt as it could possible go. She could feel the
lips of her twat stretched around the base of Billy's
dick and the balls she had toyed with earlier were now
bouncing up against her. Billy couldn't get over the
absolute wonderfulness of having his cock buried all
the way inside Jilly's cunt. She felt so tight and
hot, and he just wanted to let his dick soak forever
inside her. When Jilly moved beneath him, Billy could
feel the muscles in her cunt squeezing and pulling on
his dick. Finally he began to pull his penis from
Jilly's cunt. Slowly, slowly, until just the head was
left inside her. As it pulled out Jilly felt a tre-
mendous emptyness forming inside her as though some-
thing that belonged there was no longer where it should
be. But Billy reversed his motion and again sent his
hardness plowing into her depths and her emptyness
faded. As Billy began a slow rythmic pumping in and
out of Jilly, he couldn't believe the absolute, pure
thrill of her cunt lips caressing his dick.
From just barely inside her, to buried as deep as he
could possible be in her warm folds, each passage was
heaven. It felt better and better and better, until
Billy knew that the moment had come. His cock rammed
all the way into Jilly's tight tunnel and began to
buck and jerk as squirt after squirt of semen pumped
into Jilly's receptive cunt. Jilly could feel Billy's
spasms deep inside her and gripped him tight with her
arms and legs. Her vaginal walls closed tightly
around his throbbing penis as if to lock it away there
forever as Jilly's own spasms of pleasure tingled over
every inch of her body.
Wiped out by the intensity of their orgasms, not to
mention the physical workout both had experienced,
they lay quietly for several minutes. Billy's cock,
now a limp and feeble remnant of what once was,
slipped from between the lips of Jilly's cunt. Those
lips, so well worked, remained slightly parted, they
too a far cry from the tight little slit offered up
not so long ago.
They finally stirred, looking at each other and kissing
gently. "That was fun!," Jilly announced, "Let's do it
again!"
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Aphrodite's Revenge
Bessmertni
© 2005
All Rights Reserved
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Mythical
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Life as a slave wasn't so bad for Kaia. Many slaves had much worse lives, as they were forced into field or municipal labor or as a soldier in the army. Kaia had been a slave ever since she could remember, but her situation was unusual. She was not owned by a specific master or the state, but rather by the Temple of Aphrodite. The High Priestess Cassiopeia presided over the Temple and the services and sacrifices that took place here on the island of Cypress.
Cassiopeia was mistress to eleven slaves including Kaia and was the kindest, gentlest mistress for which a slave could hope. Kaia, however, was her favorite. All slaves were required to work on maintaining and cleaning the Temple and the grounds but Kaia was also allowed to participate in some of the services that took place at the Temple. In addition, she lived in a room at Cassiopeia's house that sat on the hilltop overlooking the city and the Temple. The rest of the slaves were housed in shacks located near the Temple grounds and at her estate.
Kaia did receive some menial jobs, such as this morning's task of scrubbing the altar in front of the Temple to remove the cum from last night's rituals. However, once her morning chores were finished, she would be allowed to participate in the worship services on the Temple grounds. She had been given this opportunity when she became of age and sacrificed her virginity to the Goddess Aphrodite in an exceptionally beautiful, incredibly erotic ceremony she would never forget.
Kaia walked around the grounds looking for someone who required her services. It was her job to ensure orgasmic energy wasn't wasted and spilled on the ground but rather transferred from one person to another. There were hundreds of men and women walking around the Temple grounds. Some were partially dressed but most were completely naked. The idea was to build and sustain orgasmic energy over several hours and then release energy to Aphrodite, or one of her servants, in a glorious prayer of primal power. The small compartments, which lined the outer walls, were all filled with people. The fountain pool was lined with multiple orgies of different sizes. She usually ignored the participants of such reveries. Instead it was the spectators who would need her help. Over by the Temple, she noticed a group of needy spectators. Their attention was focused on a foursome while they lightly stroked turgid cocks. Several looked like they were about to lose control and spray their cum on the scene before them. Some lucky girl was getting a double penetration while sucking the cock of a third person. It was just such groups that required her attention. Most were waiting their turn at one of the slippery openings of the woman being ravaged, but the few who had already been at the Temple for some time already could not withstand the pressure much longer. The rest were fresh and still had many hours before they would cum.
Kaia approached one man whose entire cock glistened with pre-cum as he slowly stroked himself. His cock was so hard the veins stood in sharp contrast and the head was a dark purple. He was sweating profusely trying to keep himself from going over the edge.
Kaia tapped his shoulder, "My sir, has your time come for release?"
The man turned to gaze upon her and immediately removed his hand from his cock to avoid any more stimulation. Kaia was a tall woman, standing as high as most average men stand. She had long dark hair, almost black. Her breasts were large and full, as were her hips, giving her a beautiful curvy figure. She was topless, wearing a red sarong, signifying her level of servitude to her Goddess. It was tied on one side and hung low on her hips.
"Yes," he whimpered, his voice cracking, "I've been worshiping for six hours today. Our dear Aphrodite should be pleased with me."
Kaia dropped to her knees and gently cupped his balls in one hand while grasping his cock firmly with the other. He inhaled sharply as she placed her lips on the head and slowly began to suck him off. Years of service to Aphrodite had given Kaia great expertise in the arts of fellatio and cunnilingus. Her skill even rivaled some of the most experience Priestesses. It was well known throughout the land, she had one of the best mouths on Cyprus.
She continued her administrations, massaging his balls and stroking his cock while sucking on him, then circling her tongue around the head and along the bottom, sometimes taking the whole length into her throat. Her mouth was like the softest silk; the touch of her tongue was firm, yet pliant. Pre-cum was flowing freely from his cock and the taste was like pure nectar to Kaia. She felt his balls begin to tighten and his cock twitch. A growl began deep in his throat while at the same time a spasm began in his balls. Both moved quickly as he screamed in ecstasy. Cum shot out with such force that, skilled as Kaia was, she wasn't able to swallow it all. He sent shot after glorious shot into her mouth. It escaped from her lips and dripped down her chin and onto her ample breasts. She continued to suck and stroke him after he finished cumming to get every last drop of the precious liquid. At last, she released him and he collapsed into a mass of quivering bliss.
It was then that Kaia noticed a line of three more men, none of whom could wait much longer. She motioned for them to gather around her; all three of their cocks were slippery with pre-cum. She engulfed the man in the center with her mouth as she took the other two in her hands. Moans of pleasure filled the air as she sucked and stroked. It was a matter of seconds before the man on her right threw back his head and howled, shooting stream after stream of cum into Kaia's face and onto her breasts. This sight was too much for the other two and both came simultaneously. So as not to waste another tasty treat, she grasped the cock she had been sucking and swallowed his orgasm as the man on her left side came against her other cheek.
Kaia stood as the three men collapsed next to the first man still on the ground. Cum was dripping off her nose, chin and nipples; globules hung in her hair and shoulders. She turned to look for others in need, only to be confronted by a woman who began to lick the cum off her face and breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples. Kaia caressed the woman's nipples as she submitted to the tongue bath.
With her passions enflamed from cocks she had serviced, Kaia's pussy throbbed as the woman sucked Kaia's nipples. Her wetness dripped down onto her inner thighs, making them slick and intensifying every movement around her pussy. She pulled the woman down onto the soft grass and moved to her breasts where she lightly caressed and fondled them, grazing her nipples with her fingers. She kissed down her neck and between her breasts, then her sensitive buds. They were hard and protruding as she took one into her mouth, sucking it gently. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked it some more. The woman arched her back and moaned in pleasure, quickly approaching her oncoming climax. Kaia moved down to her sweet pussy, which was as wet as a rainy April day. She lapped at her cunt, savoring the exquisite flavor. One more stroke of her tongue along the lips and across the woman's clit was enough to begin a tidal wave. Kaia licked and sucked at the woman's clit as wave after wave of orgasm crashed down on her, releasing hours of pent-up orgasmic energy, which suddenly forced its way out and washed her away on crests of pleasure. The power overwhelmed her and she fainted.
As a slave, Kaia was not permitted to contribute her own orgasm to that of the worshipers; she was required to give her orgasm privately, which she now desperately needed. Her cunt burned with desire and her inner thighs were slick with her juices. She made her way to the Temple, which was usually deserted during the day. Most worshipers preferred the open air and the company of the Priests and Priestesses who gave of themselves in the compartments along the outer walls of the compound. She quickly crossed the courtyard and made her way to the front steps of the Temple. Every step gave her pussy a jolt, making it ache with need. She paused for a moment on the stairs and steadied herself as she leaned against a massive column, then continued past the large ornate doors and into the main chamber of the Temple. Several torches burned, illuminating the interior with faint yellow glow. The statue of Aphrodite towered in front of Kaia; the alabaster skin seemed to glow. Her long hair, covered in pure gold, seemed to flow like water, and her golden patch of pubic hair shone like the sun.
As many times as Kaia had been in here, she was always awed by the beauty and sensuality of Aphrodite. Legend says the artisan who carved the statue actually saw the birth of Aphrodite from the sea, and on the spot where the statue stands is where she made love to him. Flowers sprung from the ground during their passion and still grow around the Temple and down to the shore. When they were finished, Aphrodite was born away to Mount Olympus by Apollo, but not until she had anointed the artisan to be her High Priest in this land and bade him to capture her likeness into an object of worship for all to endear.
Kaia stood at the base of Aphrodite, her body quivering with yearning. Maybe it was her state of extreme desire but it seemed Aphrodite was looking down at her, smiling, rather than looking out upon her altar in the courtyard. Kaia undid the knot holding her sarong, dropped it to the floor and settled down on the cool polished marble floor and immediately dove for her cunt. The moment she touched herself there was a blinding flash of light, which startled and frightened her. She screamed in panic. As her eyes adjusted back to the dimness of the Temple, she was shocked to see the enormous statue of Aphrodite was gone and there, on the raised dais, stood a woman, naked with long flowing golden hair and white cream-colored skin. Her whole being seemed to shine with the brilliance of the full moon. She was the most beautiful woman Kaia had beheld in her entire life. Kaia averted her eyes, out of fear and reverence, for she knew that this was her Goddess, the Living Aphrodite.
"Fear not, my child," intoned Aphrodite with the voice of a sweet song. "Look upon Me and behold My radiance." Kaia looked upon her Goddess and began to weep, overwhelmed by her emotions of joy and wonderment. Aphrodite stepped off the dais and approached Kaia, almost floating toward her. Kaia's eyes locked on Aphrodite's as the Goddess stood in front of her. Never had she beheld such beauty and perfection. After a few moments basking in the Goddess's glory, she came to senses.
She spoke in reverence, "How may I be of service to you, my Goddess?"
Aphrodite smiled, reached down to grasp Kaia's had bade her to stand. "Kaia," she spoke, "I've been watching you since the day you were born. You are incredibly special to Me, as was your mother."
"My mother?" asked Kaia in shock.
"Yes," replied Aphrodite, "Your mother was one of My greatest Priestesses. She was dedicated to Me throughout her life, until the day she was murdered."
Kaia's thoughts raced. My mother was murdered? She was a High Priestess? I never knew. I thought I was born into slavery. She had so many questions as she tried to sort through this confusion that had suddenly been forced into her mind, but didn't know where to begin.
"Shh," whispered Aphrodite, "be still. I know you have many questions and soon they will be answered. I placed you in the care of Cassiopeia only hours before your mother was killed. Here, you were hidden from those who hunted both you and your mother." A tone of hardness crept into Her voice, "Now you are ready, ready to exact My vengeance, ready to receive My power, ready to take your mother's place at My side."
Kaia's head began to swim in confusion. Revenge? The power of Aphrodite? What was happening?
"When you leave My Temple, go directly to Cassiopeia. She will answer as many of your questions as possible. But first, I must empower you," explained Aphrodite.
Aphrodite spread Her arms as a burst of light emanated from Her. Ever so gently, she cupped Kaia's head in Her hands and offered a deep passionate kiss. Kaia accepted fully pressing her tongue forward to meet Aphrodite's. The moment their tongues touched, the light and grace of Aphrodite began to flow into Kaia and she was overcome by a sexual hunger she had never experienced in her entire life. Their tongues swirled around and explored each other's mouths deeply as they continued kissing. Kaia raised her arms to embrace Aphrodite, pulling her closer, pressing their breasts together, body-to-body, soul-to-soul. Finally, Aphrodite broke the kiss, smiling at Kaia. Kaia looked back, her eyes burning with desire, her body drunk with passion.
"With this kiss," whispered Aphrodite, "I bless you with My desires, My awareness and My passion." Kaia's skin felt hot, yet her body shivered with excitement. Her pussy was throbbing, aching for release and her wetness was running down her thighs. She began to unconsciously grind her cunt against Aphrodite, trying to get some leverage on her clit. Aphrodite, feeling Kaia's agony reached down and caressed her wet and wanton snatch. The orgasm came in an instant, with blinding intensity. It seemed to emanate through her whole body, sending shock waves from her toes to her fingers. She screamed with pleasure as she arched her back, trying to throw herself harder onto Aphrodite's finger. Yet as powerful as the orgasm was it did nothing to quench the fire that seemed to be burning even hotter now in her pussy.
Kaia's chest heaved, her breasts bouncing invitingly with each breath. Aphrodite bent forward, taking a nipple into her mouth. The effect was almost electric to Kaia. Aphrodite swirled her tongue around each nipple while sucking it into her mouth. Slowly, gently Aphrodite lowered Kaia to the floor. The shockingly cold stone floor seemed only to fuel the inferno within Kaia. She lay panting as Aphrodite continued to stroke and kiss her breasts, sucking on one nipple while she lightly pinched and pulled the other with her fingers. Kaia felt as though pure energy was entering her body through her nipples, only to be stored in her soaking pussy, waiting for an explosion.
Moments later, an explosion came as another orgasm ripped through her body like lightning. Aphrodite kept at Kaia's breast in spite of her thrashing body. Kaia beat the floor with her fists and rubbed her slick wet thighs against her clit, trying to release the energy this orgasm seemed to only be storing in her pussy. She was flowing like a river as was evidenced by the wetness smeared on the smooth marble floor. As this orgasm subsided, her breasts seemed to glow with heat and light.
Aphrodite sat up and whispered, "With this kiss I bless you with My beauty, My strength and My constitution. From this time on, no mortal will be able to look upon you without feeling desire for you." She continued, "The lust of man can be powerful and dangerous, therefore I give unto you strength of men. Now take caution, for although you are strong, you remain mortal. I also grant you the power to restore to health any injuries you receive though the passion of your body." Kaia was surprised she was able to hear anything with her blood pounding in her ears and the ecstasy of her body buzzing in her head.
"Now," said Aphrodite, "drink of My nectar." And with that, she climbed over Kaia, settling over her mouth and lowered her pussy to Kaia's waiting lips. Kaia touched her tongue to Aphrodite's glistening pussy lips, savoring her Golden dew. The scent and taste were so exquisite, Kaia felt as though she had been lifted into the realms of the Gods. Aphrodite's sweet wetness flowed over Kaia's face, coating her face in the slippery honey essence of Aphrodite. Kaia lapped it like a hungry lion. She licked and sucked at Aphrodite's silky folds, burying her face as deep as possible.
Aphrodite began to whimper and pant, feeling the tension build in her loins. She leaned forward, providing her clit for more direct contact with Kaia's tongue. Kaia caressed her wherever she could reach, squeezing Aphrodite's ass and spreading her pussy lips to allow deeper access with her tongue and more of the sweet nectar. Kaia's fingers were now slick with Aphrodite's juices and she could feel her tense as she came closer to climaxing. Kaia inserted three fingers into Aphrodite's soft pussy and slowly worked them in and out. Aphrodite began flexing her hips, rubbing her clit harder on Kaia's tongue, at the same time pushing the fingers deeper into her pussy. Aphrodite gasped in delight; never had a mortal displayed such skill in the arts of love.
With her other hand, Kaia inserted her middle finger in Aphrodite's ass. Her bliss had been building in a gradual crescendo of love's music, but this was too much. Like a shattering vase, Aphrodite's orgasm seemed to almost split Her apart. The Temple shook as in an earthquake and the room lit up like the noonday sun. In spite of the rumbling temple, Kaia kept lapping at Aphrodite's soft sweetness. When everything grew quiet, the Goddess spoke again, this time there was a slight quiver in her voice as Kaia's tongue-work continued.
"With the nectar of my body I bless you with my carnal knowledge. All with whom you consummate shall be within your power. You shall be able to bring pleasure the likes of which few mortals have ever imagined. Know this my child, the fire of passion now burning within you will not be easy to quench. Your desire, your longing, your lust will be more acute than you ever thought possible. Your arousal will be flowing continuously like fresh spring. Therefore, I give unto you a gift: the Wand of Aphrodite."
Aphrodite stood and pulled a long golden strand of hair from Her head and placed it to Her Devine wetness. When she withdrew her hands She was holding a golden phallus larger than any prick on the most well endowed men Kaia had ever seen. It was flat on one end and tapered to a rounded point on the other end. The shaft was encrusted with smooth rounded pearls. "Use this whenever you have need, when you worship Me with orgasms or when you need to quench you inner fire. This will help you control your craving, to curb the passions I have left with you. But, take care that no other mortal uses it for it will be more than they can bear." Aphrodite's wetness was now freely flowing again due to Kaia's continued administrations with her tongue. "And now, My child," declared Aphrodite, "My final blessing. With your orgasm, I bless you with a premonition to know man's intentions and deepest desires."
By now, Aphrodite was pleasantly building to another orgasm. Kaia on the other hand had such a firestorm in her pussy she could barely stand it. Her juices were flowing profusely, forming a pool of female essence on the Temple floor. Her pussy muscles were clenching uncontrollably. Her clit was throbbing, almost painfully, waiting for contact with anything that could offer sufficient stimulation. Aphrodite bent over and lowered her mouth over Kaia's quivering pussy. The instant her tongue touched Kaia's clit it sent a jolt of pleasure through, causing the energy of her three previous orgasms to come rushing forth. Her breath was caught in her throat. Stars burst in her eyes and her whole body went limp. As haze drifted out of her head and she regained control over her consciousness, she became aware of a velvety tongue gliding within the folds of her pussy. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt. She then became aware of Aphrodite's pussy, which was still neatly positioned over her own mouth. This might well be the last chance she had to taste the sweet nectar of her Goddess. With renewed energy, Kaia again began to greedily consume Her silky soft pussy.
She could feel Aphrodite's tongue slip deep into her pussy then glide over her clit; it was exquisite. The energy that had only recently been released seemed to build again. The sensation was so pleasurable, so intense and so heavenly, Kaia barely withstand it. Kaia inserted her fingers into Aphrodite's pussy and again began to finger fuck Her. Aphrodite groaned in ecstasy as She approached another orgasm. Kaia's own orgasm was building faster than she could control, Aphrodite's velvety tongue and soft fingers were almost unbearable. Kaia muffled her cries into Aphrodite's pussy as she continued to lick and suck at those immortal petals and pearly clit. Aphrodite reached over and grabbed the gold wand she had created for Kaia. She licked vigorously at Kaia's clit while she spread her lips with one hand and inserted the phallus with the other. Both Aphrodite and Kaia were lip-locked at each other's clits, rising closer and closer to heaven. Aphrodite fucked Kaia with the wand while Kaia finger-fucked Aphrodite. Their passion knew no end. Kaia was riding a wave of energy only a Goddess could provide.
Aphrodite's orgasm washed over her like a warm summer wind and Kaia's erupted. Her orgasm started like a ball of hot fire in her clit and in an instant spread through her whole body. She felt as if lightning was shooting from her pussy and sparks, from her nipples. Her screams of pleasure reverberated through the Temple, and then everything went black.
She was floating on air; lazily drifting through the clouds over Olympus without a single care. Then she began to descend back to earth. Slowly she regained consciousness and became aware of the hard cold surface of the stone floor and a small pool of her own arousal, which she was lying in. She opened her eyes and looked around. The Temple's interior came into focus with the gold and alabaster statue of Aphrodite looking down on her.
Was it a dream? Kaia wondered. Then, she noticed the golden phallus wand Aphrodite had presented, as well as a growing desire within her loins. Remembering what her Goddess had told her about her mother and revenge, she grabbed the wand and ran from the Temple, straight to her mistress Cassiopeia's manor on the hill.
Chapter 2
Cassiopeia sat in her courtyard garden, writing on a scroll, composing a text of instruction and technique to be used by new initiates in the Order of Aphrodite. Once she finished this draft, it could be copied by the scribes and distributed to the initiates. Gradually Cassiopeia became aware of a commotion outside her garden. It grew louder as it drew closer. Annoyed at the interruption of her concentration, she set down the quill and went upstairs to the mezzanine, overlooking the street up to the manor.
The moment Cassiopeia looked into the street, her eyes widened in surprise. Kaia was running up the street toward Cassiopeia's Manor, stark naked, with a very large crowd of men and women trailing behind her. With the Temple of Aphrodite in such close proximity to the city, it was common to see people walk around in various degrees of undress, some completely nude, nor was it unusual to see displays of affection or worship to the Goddess take place in the streets. Most people paid little attention to such attractions. Cassiopeia could not understand why a mob had gathered to chase after Kaia. However, as they drew nearer, Cassiopeia noticed the crowd's demeanor was not of anger or ill intent, they had the pretense of utter lust. They seemed to be floating down the street as if hypnotized.
Cassiopeia realized there was something very different about Kaia. As Cassiopeia watched her run up the hill, her hair billowing in the breeze, her breasts bouncing and swaying in rhythm to her pace, the rippling muscles in her sleek legs and her skin shinning from perspiration, Cassiopeia felt a definite arousal as her pussy moistened. Kaia's body seemed to glow despite the hot sun shining from its zenith. Cassiopeia, spellbound from watching Kaia's body in motion, reached and pinched her nipples, letting a wave a pleasure wash over her. Seeing Kaia fast approach her Manor, Cassiopeia quickly regained her composure and rushed down to open the front gate. She arrived at the door just as Kaia reached up the path which lead from the road, the crowd not far behind. Kaia stopped in front of her Mistress, her head bowed in respect. Cassiopeia felt another shiver of desire as she looked at Kaia standing there before her.
"My Lady," said Kaia softly. "I must request an urgent forum with you. I have been visited by the Goddess Aphrodite."
Cassiopeia smiled, she had been expecting this day for many years now. "It appears," she replied, "you have at last come under the grace of our Goddess. Come, follow me." Kaia entered the outer courtyard amidst the cries of wanton desire, locking the door to the crowd behind her. Cassiopeia summoned a dozen initiates who had been studying in the lounge to appease the crowd and conduct an orgy in honor of Aphrodite in the outer courtyard once she and Kaia had retired to the inner gardens. Kaia followed her Mistress and could not avoid noticing her shapely sexy body. Cassiopeia was just under forty years and was still an extremely beautiful woman. Cassiopeia's hair was long and curly with a deep auburn hue and shone like silk. She wore a sheer silk tunic that gave a transcendental look to her full breasts and curvy hourglass figure. Her derriere was hard and smooth and her bush plucked in a nice triangle. By the Gods, Cassiopeia was beautiful.
Once they had entered the seclusion of the inner courtyard garden, Cassiopeia sat on a carved granite bench. Kaia sat on the ground in front of her as was usual when she was in the presence of her Mistress. Cassiopeia sighed. She patted the place on the stone bench next to her. "Come sit here, my child," she said. "I release you from your servitude; you are now a free woman."
Kaia blinked, somewhat surprised. She rose slowly and sat on the bench. "My Lady--" she began.
"Kaia," Cassiopeia cut her off, "We are now equals. Please, I am no longer your Lady. You have been anointed by Aphrodite. By your divine calling, I am now your servant. Address me as you wish; Cassiopeia will do."
Kaia had so many questions bubbling in her head she was barely paying attention. "Yes, My Lady... Cassiopeia."
"Now what's on your mind?" Cassiopeia inquired.
"Who am I?" Kaia blurted. "Who was my mother? Why was she killed? Why did..."
Cassiopeia placed her finger to Kaia's lips. "Shh, let me begin. Her name was Atheinaia," Cassiopeia explained, "Your mother was the Supreme High Priestess to Aphrodite, anointed by Aphrodite to preside over her influence among mortals. Your mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, save Aphrodite herself. Atheinaia was my superior, and my friend.
We grew up together in Athens, daughters of very influential families who wanted nothing more from us than leverage for their own political power. Her father was a member of the city council and was vying for Mayor of Athens. His ambitions knew no limit. He had many daughters and he would offer them in marriage to other council members or their sons in exchange for favors. His sons were enlisted in the local militia, which was practically his own private army. He had several wives of his own as well as many slaves and concubines. His children were nothing more than goods for bartering.
As we grew, Atheinaia became more and more beautiful and her father began to notice. He had been given many offers for her; some men declared their entire fortunes to take her as a wife. However, her father refused them all, unable to part with her. My own father had plans to sell me to your mother's father as concubine. Athenian law allowed only a certain number of wives to the aristocrats; all others were nothing more than their legal whores.
As Atheinaia grew into womanhood, her father spent more and more time with her, watching her. At last, he could no longer resist her beauty, charm and innocence, and he took her to his bed. He would leave Atheinaia locked in his chambers and take her night after night, ignoring the rest of his women. Atheinaia's mother was severely beaten when she protested. He would invite one, two, up to five associates over and share his daughter with them. It was months before I ever saw her, even after I had succumbed to the insult of becoming a concubine to her father.
Eventually, Atheinaia's father had to give her up. She had been introduced to Mayor Demos of Thebes and he wanted her. It would have been suicide to refuse such a powerful man from such a powerful state, and her father knew he must end his affair. His own ambition and voracity paled in comparison to Demos' hunger for power and his greediness. His offer was much lower than most of the others her father had received, but to refuse Demos was death and she began her preparations to leave.
I was to accompany Atheinaia on her journey. The night before we were to leave I saw her for the first time in eight months. Atheinaia was more beautiful than I remembered, but there was hardness to her demeanor, sadness in her face and pain in her soul. Your mother vowed to the Gods and me; she would let no man own her. It was then that Aphrodite appeared to us and anointed your mother as she has done to you. We made beautiful love together until the sun painted the eastern sky pink. I have yet to experience again the ecstasy I felt that night. The longing for such passion has become a sort of a curse to which I fear there is no relief.
The next morning, we began our journey to Thebes with an escort of twenty of her father's best soldiers. We were both cloaked and our faces hidden to conceal our beauty from other travelers. That night as the soldiers made camp, we were attacked by bandits. In the commotion, your mother and I fled into the forest only to be captured the next morning by a party of slave traders. The power Aphrodite had bestowed on your mother was incredible. After spending only an hour with the chief merchant in his tent, he released us, gave us two very good horses and a week's worth of supplies. We decided to make our way to Corinth and dedicate our lives to the service of Aphrodite. Not long after we arrived, your mother realized she was pregnant with you."
Cassiopeia paused to allow Kaia to digest the information. Kaia thought for a moment on what this meant. "You mean," she asked, "my father is my grandfather?"
"Yes," replied Cassiopeia, "but he never knew he fathered a child with his own daughter. Soon after the Mayor of Thebes learned his new wife was missing he accused your father of cheating him and swore revenge. Two weeks later, your father--your mother's father--was found dead, assassinated by a minion of Demos.
Once we arrived in Corinth, Atheinaia assumed power over the administration of Aphrodite's Temple. Word quickly spread throughout the country of her beauty and the exquisite pleasure she could induce. Pilgrims flocked to the city to see her. Princes and Magistrates, Aristocrats and Kings spent half of their fortunes for time in her bed. Many wealthy people left Corinth destitute. The Temple of Aphrodite in Corinth became one of the richest in the land. Eventually her reputation reached Thebes and Mayor Demos. He was humiliated and outraged to learn his would-be wife and the most beautiful woman in the land would rather live as a harlot than as his wife. He dispatched his army to destroy Atheinaia, the Temple of Aphrodite and Corinth. You were almost three years old by this time. Your mother asked me to take you and hide in the countryside.
When the army arrived, they decimated the soldiers of Corinth and made their way directly to the Temple, leaving behind them a swath of destruction. Your mother stood at the foot of the Temple to meet them. When they saw her, there was immediate dissention in their ranks. Many soldiers refused to destroy something so stunningly beautiful and conflict erupted amongst them. The army had almost destroyed itself when a single arrow escaped the mêlée and struck your mother through the heart. Those who remained stopped fighting as she fell, their faces full of regret. One by one, the soldiers left, leaving the rest of Corinth untouched. The entire city mourned the loss of your mother; every year a special procession marks the anniversary of her death.
In a dream, I was instructed by Aphrodite to flee with you to the land of her birth and hide you, for the jealousy of Demos knew no bounds. The remaining soldiers and their families were slaughtered upon returning to Thebes. When Demos learned Atheinaia had a daughter he began searching immediately. If he could not have Atheinaia, he would have her daughter. He has been searching for you ever since. Kaia, the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny. You must destroy Demos."
Kaia was stunned by the history of her family. She had never known hate before now, but as Cassiopeia finished talking, Kaia felt a loathing for Demos she couldn't even describe. The bastard had his mother killed due to petty jealousy, and his days were now numbered.
"Come with me," said Cassiopeia standing. "I have some things for you." Kaia followed her into the house, up an ornately carved stone staircase and into Cassiopeia's chambers. The room was beautiful; Kaia had never been allowed in here. The floor was brightly polished mosaic depicting the birth of Aphrodite. The walls were covered with colorful frescos of various rituals. But one in particular caught her attention. It displayed a young woman lying on an altar with many blue skinned men dancing around her and spilling their seed on her.
Cassiopeia noticed Kaia's interest in the fresco. "This depicts the ritual of induction into the Order of Aphrodite. All who call themselves Priestesses of the Goddess must pass through her birth. We shall commence your passing at moonrise tonight," she explained, "Come, I have something for you."
Kaia felt her pussy twitch with anticipation for tonight's ceremony, her arousal already glistening on her slit. She turned to see what her prior Mistress had. Cassiopeia reached under her bed, a large carved wood frame with four pillars extending to the ceiling and sheer silk draping between them. A feather mattress lay on top. She withdrew a small wooden chest from under the bed, opened it and removed a beautiful jeweled dagger and various body ornaments. "These belonged to your mother." Cassiopeia said, answering Kaia's unasked question, "Now they are yours."
The dagger had a gold handle with a carving of grapevines wrapping around it and three rubies set in the pummel. The cross guard had a row of sapphires and emeralds set into each side, and the blade, as long as her forearm, was polished to a mirror surface and etched with Spartan symbols. Engraved at the base of the blade was an inscription, ' To my beloved Atheinaia.' Kaia admired the dagger for a moment. It must have taken months to craft it and was likely worth more than Cassiopeia's yearly income. Kaia tied the sheath, also crafted of the finest leather and decorated with gold and jewels, to her leg. She began adorning herself with the other jewels from the chest; arm and thigh bands, bracelets, anklets, earrings and nose ring, a very fine necklace, a navel jewel, hip chain and jewels that clipped comfortably onto her pussy lips and nipples. Each piece was finely crafted of pure gold and encrusted with various gems and lustrous pearls.
Kaia finished the last item and looked up at Cassiopeia. It was too much for Cassiopeia to simply stand and watch this beautiful creature ornament herself with such attractive jewelry. She leaned against the side of her bed, her tunic removed and cast to the side, the fingers of one hand sliding into her wet slit and the other, pinching and pulling at her nipples. As Kaia looked at this scene, she felt a flood of wetness in her own pussy. "May I?" inquired Kaia.
"Please," Cassiopeia gasped in a throaty voice. "Take me!" Kaia lifted Cassiopeia, surprised at her new strength, and placed her on the soft feather pillows of the bed. Sweetly and slowly, Kaia began kissing Cassiopeia's breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and gently sucking on it. Kaia's tongue worked a kind of magic that had heretofore been unknown to Cassiopeia.
Cassiopeia arched her back, her fingers still plunging into her gushing slit. Within moments, she was screaming as an intense orgasm forced itself from her. Cassiopeia fell back astounded; she had not felt such pleasure since the night she had spent with Atheinia and Aphrodite. As soon as Cassiopeia caught her breath, she pulled Kaia on top of her, positioning Kaia's sweet pussy over her mouth. Cassiopeia ran her tongue through Kaia's slit, flicking at her clit. The taste was intoxicating. Cassiopeia continued to lick the beautiful velvety snatch, drinking in the flowing juices. Kaia involuntarily bucked her hips, trying to drive Cassiopeia's soft tongue deeper. With her finger well lubricated from her own pussy, Cassiopeia reached around and slid her middle finger deep into Kaia's ass.
Kaia began to knead and fondle her own breasts, licking her finger and rubbing the slippery saliva around her hard nipples; the jewels she had clipped to her nipples intensifying the effect. With the satisfaction of Cassiopeia's expert tongue lapping at her cunt and the long slender finger fucking her asshole, Kaia threw back her head and screamed in pleasure as an intense orgasm rushed over her. She grabbed Cassiopeia's head and with almost excessive force began fucking her tongue, forcing it to her clit. Gasping cries escaped from Kaia with each breath. As the fire began to subside, Kaia collapsed onto Cassiopeia. After a few moments, Kaia slid down to lie on top of Cassiopeia, leaving a glistening trail of wetness over her breast and abdomen. They met in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining and their hands eagerly exploring each other's body.
Reluctantly, they parted. "We must prepare for tonight's ceremony," whispered Cassiopeia. "We have much to do. You stay and rest. I will send some servants to attend to you." Kaia climbed onto the bed and settled into the softness of the feathers. She watched lazily as Cassiopeia recovered her sheer silk tunic and left. Kaia suddenly felt very tired and closed her eyes to rest; drifting into peaceful slumber.
When Kaia opened her eyes, the sun was low in the sky. She looked around the room again. The sheer hangings of the bed gave the room soft hazy ethereal look that was quite relaxing. She started as her gaze fell upon five young women standing along the wall waiting for her to awaken. The first one, noticing Kaia was awake and looking at them, spoke. "We are here to bathe and anoint you."
The servant beckoned Kaia to a tub in the corner of the room, embedded in the floor. Steam wafted from the hot water perfumed with jasmine and lavender. Kaia stood, removed her jewels and dagger, walked across the room and stepped into the tub. Two girls began rubbing Kaia with soft sponges while two others cleaned and clipped her nails; the fifth combed her hair. The hot water and soft hands constantly caressing caused Kaia's arousal to build again. Her beauty was more than the slaves could resist. As soon as the two slaves finished her nails they both kissed their way up Kaia's arm and to her hard ripe nipples, which they sucked on feverishly. The two slaves washing Kaia dropped their sponges and began kissing and sucking Kaia's delicate toes. Their hands caressed her legs, kneading and massaging them down to her throbbing pussy. Kaia lay back succumbing to their ministrations as one finger entered her pussy and another caressed her clit. The last slave abandoned Kaia's hair, moved forward and passionately kissed her. With her hands free, Kaia reached for the steaming mounds of the two slaves sucking on her tits. They were already dripping wet. She slid her fingers between their slipper slits and into their sopping holes. The slave kissing her stood up and in one graceful motion lifted her leg over Kaia, placing her pussy directly in front of Kaia's waiting mouth. The slave ground her cunt against Kaia as her clit was devoured voraciously. Her orgasm swelled up inside her so quickly that she almost fainted when it came tearing out of her; she screamed in utter ecstasy. With her last bit of remaining strength she was able to climb off of Kaia before she collapsed. Kaia could feel her own pleasure building up to its breaking point. She raised her hips out of the water to provide better access to her pussy. The slave finger-fucking Kaia drove her fingers deeper into her snatch then added another finger to her puckering ass. Kaia Thrashed around as her orgasm overtook her. Water splashed out of the tub, drenching the all five slaves.
They began to withdraw their fingers and lips from Kaia. "No," she pleaded, "I need more." Two of them helped her out of the tub. She pulled one of the girls down to the floor and climbed on top of her so they could both eat out each other's cunts. Kaia was consumed with passion as she attacked the slave girl's tender snatch. At the same time her own clit was being worked on. Another slave got behind Kaia to tongue her asshole. Kaia felt a little guilty that the other two slaves where being left out but a quick glance showed that they had their legs intertwined with their pussies locked together. Kaia resumed licking at the tasty pussy under her, gliding her tongue between the soft folds and flicking it across the hard clit. Moments later the girl shuddered in pleasure as her orgasm peaked, her screams muffled by Kaia's snatch. Her head dropped from Kaia's pussy only to be replaced but the fingers of the slave tonguing Kaia's ass. The other two slaves continued to pound their clits against each other until orgasm overcame them. Kaia rolled off of the slave under her and lay on her side. She pulled the slave girl who had been licking her ass closer so that their legs crossed in the same position she had just seen. Their slick cunts touched, sending an electric jolt through them. They thrust their hips together, grinding their clits into each other. They grasped each other's hands, pulling hard and driving their cunts together with heated force. They came simultaneously in an orgasmic explosion that sent shock waves coursing through them. Kaia lay there panting as the five slave girls recovered from the orgy.
Two of them returned to Kaia's hair and finished styling it. Once they were satisfied with Kaia's appearance, they bade Kaia to stand and rubbed her with frankincense infused olive oil; her skin glowed. By the time they finished, the orange hue of the setting sun was quickly fading. Kaia again donned her jewels and dagger.
"Come, my Lady. It is time," said one of the servants. Kaia thanked them for their service and left. Still completely naked save the jewels and dagger, she descended the stone staircase, passed the lounge and entered the outer courtyard. Many initiates from the earlier orgy remained. As she passed those who remained, most activity stopped and gave rise to whispers of admiration and awe at Kaia's beauty; many rose and followed her. By the time Kaia arrived at the Temple, the throng of followers beginning at Cassiopeia's manor had swelled to a great multitude.
Cassiopeia and about thirty Priestesses waited for Kaia in front of the Temple. They were all bare-breasted, wearing only a colored sarong signifying their rank in the Order of Aphrodite. Cassiopeia stood in the center of the line and wore a white sarong and golden headdress. Their oiled bodies glowed from the light of the fire burning on the sacrificial altar. They stood in a semicircle around the altar; each one held a white turtledove. A bull, then white sheep were tied to stakes behind them. This promised to be the largest sacrifice in the history of the Temple. Cassiopeia stepped forward and spoke to the large crowd filling the Temple grounds.
"We are here tonight," she said in a stately voice, "to witness the birth of a Priestess, unlike no other we have ever known. A woman who has been in the service of the Goddess Aphrodite most of her life, a woman who has been anointed by Aphrodite herself in this very Temple." A cheer rose from the crowd. Cassiopeia approached the fire, holding the dove in front of her. Drawing for a dagger, she slit the creature's neck. Blood spurted, falling in large drops to the ground in front of the altar. "With this sacrifice," she called into the sky, "we invoke the blessing of the beautiful, loving Aphrodite and bring forth unto the world her chosen vessel, Kaia." Another cheer filled the Temple grounds.
As the bird bled to death, Cassiopeia threw it onto the altar where it was consumed by fire. One by one, each Priestess came forward and offered their sacrifice. Ten initiates followed with the lambs slitting their throats and sprinkling their blood around the altar. Finally the High Priest came with bull. He raised a great battle-axe and brought it down on the bull, almost completely severing its head. The blood flowed deeply around the altar as the High Priest recited his incantation to the Goddess of Love. With the help of several other men, they gutted, cleaned and skewered the bull and lambs, then hoisted them above the fire to be roasted for the feast that would follow the ritual.
Kaia took her place on a second altar behind the fire altar, the same altar she had been cleaning cum off of this morning as a slave. Kaia had been considerably aroused already by the attendants who had prepared her earlier that evening. The walk to the Temple with her oiled thighs rubbing her outer lips and the weight of the jewels hanging from her pussy and nipples had further increased her arousal. Now it was clearly visible; her slit dripped with wetness. Kaia wanted nothing more than to thrust her fingers into her waiting snatch and bring herself to a much-needed orgasm. The fire in her pussy was as hot as the fire on the sacrificial altar. Kaia lay back on the marble slab and squeezed her legs together trying to put more pressure on her engorged clit.
Kaia became aware of a low chanting around her. She opened her eyes and saw a large circle of about a hundred men; their skin tinted blue, all of them with very large turgid cocks. Among them were fifty women, their skin tinted white, weaving and dancing around the men. They would occasionally stop in front of the men and kneel to suck and stroke their raging erections. There had never been so many participants to a Priestess induction in the Temple's history. Each participant was highly skilled in their worship of Aphrodite, being able to maintain erections for hours and control their excitement to the point where they were constantly about ready to cum. Kaia noticed one of the women wore the gold headdress of the High Priestess, Cassiopeia. After about fifteen minutes of chanting, stroking and sucking, many of the men were on the edge of the orgasmic precipice. Yet, they exercised complete control over their cocks, careful not to slip over the edge until the proper time.
The chanting swelled to a fevered pitch then suddenly dropped to a whisper as Cassiopeia appeared at the head of the altar on which Kaia lay. "As Aphrodite was born from the foam of the sea, created by her father's genitals, so shall you be." Cassiopeia yelled and stepped back from the altar. Ten men approached and formed a circle around the altar. Kaia had never seen so many enormous cocks; she was completely surrounded. Kaia reached, taking one in each hand and one into her mouth. She sucked with her expert mouth for mere seconds before he shot his load with a savage howl. Almost instantly, the two cocks in her hands spewed their cream, followed shortly by the rest of the throbbing pricks around her, all coating her with hot cum. When the cock in her mouth was removed, Kaia immediately took the next closest one; her hands constantly searched for a length of engorged flesh. Her hunger became addictive, cum became her narcotic. As each cock came on her, another would take its place and rain on her a torrent of frothy cream. This continued for some time. Kaia was absolutely swimming in cum, covered from head to toe and her hair was soaked with it. At last, the final blast was issued by the last meaty prick.
Kaia's heart raced, pounding in her ears. Her head buzzed, vision blurred and the white-hot heat in her pussy threatened to overwhelming consciousness. She thrust her fingers into her cunt, fucking herself. The rapid motion of her hands caused the cum oozing from between her legs to make a sucking sound. Several of the white-tinted women appeared at her sides and began to lick at the cum on her body, their soft lips sucking her nipples and kissing her entire body. Kaia felt someone pulling her hands from her hungry pussy. She looked and saw Cassiopeia holding the golden wand Aphrodite had given her. Cassiopeia inserted the pearl studded phallus into Kaia and began fucking her rhythmically, twisting as she thrust. Kaia was relieved; this was the only thing that would quench her fire at the moment. She shivered with desire. Suddenly, the shiver seemed to concentrate and compress itself into the very tip of her clit. Then, it exploded. Stars burst in Kaia's eyes, her body arched, her limbs stiffened, she couldn't breathe. Her orgasm radiated from her and affected those around her; the women who were licking and kissing her also began to cum as did many in the crowd. Then Kaia fainted.
Kaia awoke a short time later amid a frenzied orgy. The outer layer of the roasting bull and lambs was now being sliced and distributed. The entire Temple grounds were filled with people engaged in one form of passion or another. Kaia was still lying on the altar in a pool of cum, now running down the sides of the stone. Women took turns licking the cum coating her entire body. Kaia stood and allowed them to lick her clean, but her cum soaked hair stuck to her back in a rather unpleasant way. She ran and jumped into the fountain pool. The cool water was refreshing. Kaia cleaned away as much cum as possible and began to exit the water when a strong hand offered to help. Kaia looked up into a set of passionate blue eyes, sparkling with lust. They belonged to a well-muscled and quite handsome local. He wore a loincloth and she could see the tip of his still soft prick peaking from under as he squatted. He must be huge, Kaia thought greedily as the fire inside her cunt re-ignited.
Kaia took his hand and he pulled her from the water; she met him with a deep kiss. She reached around to grab his tight ass, pulling his hips forward and grinding her own pelvis against his. She was rewarded with an immediate response, as his member began to stiffen. Kaia dropped to her knees, untied the loincloth and let it drop to the ground. Gently, she stroked his cock until it stood at full strength. She had been correct; he was huge. Kaia could barely wrap her fingers around his shaft. She took him into her mouth and began to bob, getting it nice and slick for what was to come next. He moaned as she worked on his cock, sucking on the tip, licking the underside, stroking the base with her hand and gently tugging on his balls. When his whole cock was dripping with her saliva, Kaia thrust her head forward, driving his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. She began to hum a tune she had learned for these occasions, the kind of tune that causes intense vibrations in the throat that are passed to the cock. Kaia continued drawing back her head to lick the tip of his prick then driving it forward until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair at which point she would swallow, causing her throat muscles to constrict around his cock. The sensations were too intense and he shot his load into her throat within seconds. His legs could no longer support him and he collapsed under the intense delirium of pleasure. By the time he came to his senses, Kaia had gone.
As morning drew near, most of the revelers had fallen asleep either from exhaustion or wine. Kaia felt tired. She had had more orgasms in the past day than the past year. She constantly had a cock in her mouth, or was licking a pussy. Her own twat had not received a moment's rest from the hundreds of cocks, tongues and fingers that desired her. At least half the people last night sampled her hot cunt; it was completely saturated and dripping with cum. Kaia eventually fell into a blissful sleep amid cocks, cunts and warm bodies. When she awoke, the sun was bright overhead. The fire on the altar was now smoldering and carcasses of the animals were now being picked clean by scavenger birds. The Temple grounds had emptied significantly, but there were still a few groups fucking and sucking. Kaia rose and made her way to the fountain pool. Dried cum stuck to her skin and hair, she needed to bathe. Kaia jumped into the pool and swam for several minutes, washing away most of love's remains.
Kaia thought, Now what am I supposed to do? I am a High Priestess now and I am to avenge my mother. How? She thought for some time. She had quite a sum of gold coins hidden in her chamber. She would purchase passage to Athens and make her way to Thebes. Her journey would begin today. Kaia climbed from the pool and ran to her room in Cassiopeia's manor. Kaia didn't have much in material goods, a few old tunics and sarongs. She attached a leather pouch to her other leg where she placed her gold and her gold wand. Kaia was about to don one of her tunics when someone knocked on her door. Kaia opened it. There, stood Cassiopeia with some fine cloth folded in her arms.
"These are for you, my dear." Cassiopeia said holding the clothes.
"Thank you," replied Kaia. The new items were beautiful, much more appealing than her slave tunics, so she took the top two garments and dressed. Wearing a sheer silk sarong dyed blue with gold embroidery and a matching top sash that barely covered one of her breasts, Kaia placed the rest of the items in the leather bag and slung it over her shoulder. Looking lovingly at Cassiopeia, Kaia said, "I must go now."
"I know," Cassiopeia replied sadly. She doubted she would ever see Kaia again, as her place was here on Cyprus. Corinth was her past and there were far too many painful memories there. "If you hurry there should be a good selection of merchant ships preparing to leave today."
Kaia kissed Cassiopeia passionately on the lips and bid her a tearful good bye. She left her room and rushed to the port.
Chapter 3
The port bustled with activity. Merchants argued with tax collectors. Venders haggled with customers. Slaves were busy loading and unloading goods into the ships. The merchant ships, filled primarily with goods from China and Persia, were heading west to Athens or south to Alexandria in Egypt. Only a few would likely have room for passengers. First she would have to locate the Port Master to find out which ships where heading towards Athens.
She strutted along the port towards the Port Master's office, enjoying the affect she was having on the dock activity. Work stopped and onlookers gawked in lust and disbelief of her beauty. Stunned silence and many hundreds of eyes followed her along the dock. Halfway down she came to the Port Master's office and entered. The Port Master was a large burly man with weathered skin and dark greasy hair; he was counting the morning's port taxes when she entered. He looked up at her, blinked in disbelief and eventually spoke. "What business does a perty thing like you have in a hole like this?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"I am seeking passage to Athens," Kaia replied.
A depraved grin crossed his face, looking her up and down, taking in every curve of her luscious body. "Leav'n the island are we?" he inquired as he stood and walked toward the door. "There be many ships bound for Athens and for the right price," he chuckled while locking the door. "I can make sure you're on the safest ship."
Kaia narrowed her eyes in contempt. "The price," she stated, "is one gold coin to the Port Master and four to the captain of the ship."
"Aye," he replied, "but a delicate flower like yourself could get hurt. A taste of that sweet looking gash would guarantee your safety on these docks." He grabbed at her wrist to pull her towards him. With lightning speed Kaia parried his hand, grabbed his large thumb and twisted it around painfully, forcing him to his knees and his hand behind his back. She drew her dagger with her other hand and placed the tip to his throat. He struggled until he felt the tip of her dagger poking into this neck. "Now, now, my dear," he babbled, red faced and humiliated. "I meant noth'n by it. Twas a joke. One gold coin is the price of course."
"One gold coin?" she spat, "How about none and thank you for paying my passage." In a single motion she released his thumb and pushed him to the ground while cutting the cord to his coin purse and grabbing it. She was on top of him before he even hit the ground with her dagger poised to enter between the vertebrae on the back of his neck. Placing her knee painfully on his spine, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Now asshole, what is the fastest ship bound for Athens?"
"There is a ship docked on the north end of the dock. It has more than sixty rowers and room for one more passenger," he sputtered, realizing he had been bested by this beauty, "They are bound for Athens."
"Thank you," she said, and then added as she kissed him on the cheek, "Ask next time, and you might get lucky." She stood and returned outside to the dock, leaving the Port Master on the floor.
She walked up to the north end of the dock where a large, beautifully crafted trireme ship sat docked. The slaves were loading the last of the goods into the cargo hold and taking their positions in the rowing berths. A man dressed in an elegant silk tunic with sandals laced to his knees stood talking with a man marking a clay tablet, most likely the inventory of today's cargo. She approached him. "Are you the captain of this vessel?" she inquired.
Annoyed he turned to see who was interrupting his work. Upon seeing her all signs of irritation left his face. "Y-y-yes" he stammered, "how may I be of service, my lady?"
"The Port Master was kind enough to arrange for passage to Athens," she stated.
"Did he?" smiled the man, somewhat regaining his composure. "Athens is our final destination. Our voyage shouldn't be more than two weeks."
"That is fine," she said. "What is your price for passage?"
"Price? I wouldn't think of it. Especially from a delightful woman such as yourself," he answered.
"That is very kind of you, Sir," smiled Kaia.
"However," he continued thoughtfully, "There is only one private cabin on the ship and that is mine. The rest of the crew sleeps on the deck. You are more than welcome to share the cabin with me."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, "I accept your offer."
"Please, call me Theadous," he retorted, trying to conceal his excitement at spending the next two weeks with this gorgeous woman. "Go make yourself at home. We'll leave within the hour. If I can be of any assistance, let me know."
Kaia climbed the plank up to the deck. It was completely flat except for the berths on the side where the rowers sat and a set of steps leading down into Captain Theadous' cabin. She descended the steps and entered. The cabin was small, with a bed against one wall and a desk against the other, but it looked comfortable. She lay on the bed and relaxed, suddenly realizing her arousal. She had awoken late from last night's ceremony and orgy. This morning's dealings had lent no time to service her now dampening pussy.
She took her golden wand, a shiver of anticipation rippling through her body, and rubbed it along the folds of her pussy lips. She lay back down, making herself as comfortable as she could without the benefit of additional pillows, and spread her legs wide, placing one foot on the floor and propping the other on the headboard of the bed. She teased her wet slit, running the wand's length against her slippery pussy lips. Each time one of the protruding pearls rubbed her clit a jolt of pleasure coursed through her. Her free hand fondled and tweaked her nipples, adding to her state of ecstasy. The familiar blaze of lust and desire began to overtake her and she quivered with the need to climax. She plunged the wand into her sopping hole, fucking herself with deep steady strokes. She felt the heat in her loins rising and the energy of her approaching orgasm building. She increased the rhythm of the wand, fucking herself at a powerful rate, at the same time attacking her clit with her fingers, rubbing it firmly. She closed her eyes and groaned in bliss. Her whole body was ablaze, fed by the firestorm in her pussy. With each thrust of the wand a shriek of delight escaped her lips until at last she passed the point of release. She let out a piercing scream as her orgasm crashed over her, washing her away into a daze of pure enchantment. Her orgasm subsided, leaving her warm and tingling, and then she drifted off into a pleasant slumber.
She awoke some time later but continued to lie with her eyes closed and smiling, recalling a pleasant dream she had involving herself with several men and women. Gradually she became aware of the sounds of soothing waves lapping at the side of the ship as they made their way through the Mediterranean. There was another sound, she noticed, a sort of rubbing, sucking sound. She also realized that she was still in the same position as she had been when she had finished masturbating, with her legs spread wide and the tip of her wand still in contact with her pussy.
She opened her eyes. It was nearing dusk; the jewels in her wand sparkled despite the low light. Immediately she discovered the source of the sound she had heard. Captain Theadous had his tunic lifted up with a firm grip on his cock; his hand was a blur as he jerked his raging hard-on. She also noticed rivulets of spunk on her leg, belly and pussy, as well as the taste on her lips. The entire crew must have jerked off to the sight of her as she slept in such a provocative position, each taking a turn to cum on her. She didn't mind but would have preferred to participate. It seemed such a waste of cock and cum to jerk off on her while she slept. The captain was in such a state of rapture he didn't even notice Kaia had awakened until she spoke to him. "Stop," she said softly.
Despite the gentleness of her voice she startled him. He quickly removed his hand and tried to conceal his protruding prick under his tunic. "F-f-forgive me, M-my Lady" he stuttered, mortified with embarrassment.
"It's quite okay," she cooed. "Come here, let me finish that for you." She drew her legs together and sat up.
Theadous, still recovering from the distress of being caught shamelessly fist-fucking his pole over a sleeping woman, approached her. She lifted his tunic. His cock had already deflated somewhat. However, as soon as her lips kissed the mushroom tip it sprung to full hardness. She sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around it. It was already oozing pre-cum from his own ministrations. She took the whole length into her mouth, bobbing her head and fucking his cock with her mouth. He didn't have an enormous organ, but the skin was soft and it was as solid as stone. It was much easier for her to perform the godlike talent of her mouth while she sucked him, her tongue dancing around his prick, slurping and licking. It only took a few moments before a surge of cum flooded her mouth. An animalistic growl escaped his throat while Kaia sucked down the remaining cum, bathing his cock clean. He staggered, swaying on unsteady legs, trying not to collapse. He leaned against the wall for support, catching his breath.
"The next time you and your crew need a release of your sexual energy," Kaia said smiling, "please include me. I so love the feel of hard cock and the taste of cum. I promise, as the chosen of Aphrodite, my pussy will be one you shall never forget."
"Very well, my Lady. As you wish," said Theadous, grinning from ear to ear.
Over the next two days, the main deck of the ship was a veritable gangbang. Kaia was continuously fucked in every orifice for a good part of each day. Most women would have been fucked raw from such a quantity of manhood but Kaia still felt fresh and eager. If the crew continued their pace perhaps she wouldn't have to rely on her wand to curb her urges. The deck became dangerously slippery from puddles of cum everywhere. One sailor was knocked unconscious when he slipped, his feet flew out from under him and he hit his head hard on the deck. They were forced to stop fucking and clean. By the second afternoon the stamina of each crewmember was depleted, much to Kaia's disappointment. With the permission of Captain Theadous, Kaia decided to give each rower slave a special treat. One by one, she sucked and fucked the slaves. She left a trail of cum wherever she went. But by that evening, after cumming at least a couple hundred times during the day, the fire in her pussy was quenched. Some of the crew were kind enough to provide her with some buckets of water to wash as she prepared for bed.
A cry of warning from one of the crew broke the otherwise tranquil mood; he spotted another ship off in the distance that appeared to be heading towards them. The sun was setting so it was difficult to see the ship with the sun in their eyes. Over the next hour Thaedous kept a close watch on the ship. It was definitely on an intercept course with them and was gaining at considerable speed. "Damn," swore Captain Theadous. "We can't outrun them, but we should be able to lose them once night falls. Engage the rowers!" The ship shot forward through the water, sped on by the sixty slaves heaving on the oars with all their might.
Darkness fell quickly after the sun had set and the mystery ship disappeared in the night. The rowers pushed hard for two more hours before Captain Theadous was confident they had evaded their pursuers. He allowed them to slow their pace but kept them rowing; he wanted to be sure there was as much distance as possible between them before dawn arrived. The rowers worked throughout the night, pulling at their oars until they began collapsing from sheer exhaustion. It would be dawn in a few hours but they could no longer maintain the current speed, their strength had been depleted.
The captain insisted Kaia wait down in his cabin so as not to distract the slaves and crew. She lay on the bed but the tension of pirates following them and the shouts of the captain up on deck kept her awake throughout the night. She passed the time masturbating half-heartedly. She came a couple of times but the tension eroded what otherwise would have been thoroughly enjoyable orgasms.
Captain Theadous heaved a sigh of relief at evading the other ship. Soon it would be dawn; by early afternoon they would reach the island of Rhodes. His thoughts were instantly silenced, an arrow sliced through the darkness and struck the captain, piercing him straight through his heart. It was followed by a hail of more arrows, accompanied by inhuman roars. Many of the crew lay dead, skewered by arrows. Those that remained were panic-stricken as the roars continued.
"Poseidon help us!" screamed a sailor. "We're under attack by centaurs!"
Another volley of arrows rained down out of the darkness, taking the last of the crew and many slaves on the top row. The slaves screamed for release from their bonds. Those who were able to pry their shackles loose dove overboard, deciding to chance the sharks rather then face centaurs.
Moments later the pursuing ship then charged from the darkness. Centaurs stationed at the rower positions gave the vessel brutal speed. A metal-capped prow scooped Theadous' ship right out of the water, crushing the side in. The creatures jumped from one ship to the other in a single massive bound.
Kaia kicked at the door, breaking it from the hinges. She drew her dagger, ascended the steps to the main deck and collided with the most hideous savage beast she had ever seen. The centaur was enormous. Kaia was a tall woman yet she barely reached the creature's waist. Each leg was the size of a tree trunk and its dark skin glistened in the starlight. It bellowed savagely and swung an enormous ax at Kaia. Surprised at how well she saw details around her despite the darkness, Kaia easily ducked out of the way as the ax that cut through the air. Then with lightning speed she leapt and with her dagger jabbed at the beast's neck, cleanly slicing open his jugular vain. He stood there for an instant, stunned that he had been struck. Then he dropped, his body quickly drained of blood.
Kaia stood poised ready to strike the next monster when two massive hands grabbed her arms and lifted her from the ground. She turned her head and found herself looking into dark, evil eyes. Its voice was gruff and broken, hard to understand. Its breath reeked and made Kaia dizzy. It splattered her face with spittle as it growled, "A jewel like you shall bring a grand price."
Kaia kicked back with her feet, striking the beast low on its torso. It howled in pain and savagely threw her to the deck. She hit with a force that would have killed average mortals. Though she was not killed she was not unharmed. Severe pain shot through her arm; it was broken. The impact left her dazed and winded. She could do little when the centaur retrieved her. She struggled against his grip but to no avail. She could hear the slaves screaming as the centaurs continued their slaughter and looting of the ship. Her captor carried her to the deck railing and leaped to his ship. There, she was stripped of her weapon and jewels then chained to the mast. She fought and pulled against the chains but they were far too thick. Eventually she relented and slumped over in defeat.
The morning darkness faded and Kaia was finally able to look around and take a full assessment of her predicament. She was on a ship manned entirely by centaurs, at least a hundred of them. The ship was large and moving quite swiftly, propelled by the centaur's incredible strength. Piles of plunder lay on the deck around her. The heavy chain, which bound Kaia to the mast, pulled at the iron collar around her neck, chafing her skin. Her broken arm was now aching severely and was beginning to swell up. She was tired, in pain, and aroused. Despite her miserable situation Kaia's pussy was still competing for attention. Perhaps a nice little orgasm would help lift my spirits, she thought as she began to discreetly caress her damp slit. She sighed in content as her pleasure built and began to notice strangely that the more pleasure she induced the less the pain she felt from her broken arm. She recalled something Aphrodite had told about healing herself through her passion. With renewed effort she assaulted her cunt, thrusting her fingers deep inside her and vigorously stroking her hardened clit. She could feel her orgasm building, and at the same time her broken arm began to tingle. Her pleasure peaked and she came hard, uncapping a well of divine energy within her. The pain in her broken arm was gone and it felt warm and strong. Her fatigue vanished along with her despair. She would prevail!
One of the monstrous centaurs had taken notice of Kaia's shameless self-gratification and approached her. Kaia looked at the creature smiling down at her. He lifted her, drawing her close to his face. His long tongue snaked out and licked Kaia across her face and under her chin. She knew better now than to try to kick but she did scream out, catching the attention of several of the other beasts, including their captain. He rushed over, seizing the one assaulting Kaia and knocked him to the ground. He informed the rest of the crew that she was to be a gift to the Chieftain and was to be delivered to him unspoiled. The next centaur to touch her would be fed to the sharks. With her arm better now Kaia felt it safer not to further indulge her desires. She sat quietly and waited.
By late afternoon they made landfall. Kaia had no idea where they were. The ship was skillfully steered around a rocky peninsula and through a gauntlet of jagged rocks poking out from the water. They continued on into a secluded bay and hid in cave carved out by the sea. Moments later she was being led off the ship like a dog on a leash. All the goods from the ship were piled into ten huge handcarts and each one hauled off further up the cave by a centaur. One of the beasts was assigned specifically to escort Kaia to the Chieftain. With her collar chain in hand he led her through the dark cave behind the last handcart. His stride was so great Kaia had to run to match his pace. They eventually exited the cave into a thick tropical forest. The road they followed was worn with deep ruts from the handcarts. Apparently the load of plunder they had just delivered was not the first. The creature soon became aware of Kaia's labored breathing from her forced run since they set off through the cave and decided it safer to put her in front and walk at her pace rather than drag her.
Kaia's naked body was elegant and graceful, especially when she walked. Her undulating curves and sleek muscles flexing and relaxing gave her a refined power and poise. She walked along the road with the centaur behind her for quite some time; the sun had turned a bright orange and the sky darkened overhead. Kaia stopped when she felt a tug on her collar and turned to discover why. The centaur had stopped and was grunting heavily, its enormous cock hanging underneath it. The lust in his eyes and the size of his cock worried Kaia; it was longer and bigger then her arm. Although she admired nice big meaty cocks this was too much. The centaur tugged her little closer then pushed her to the ground. He stepped over her so that his pendulous cock hung right above her. "Jerk me off," he commanded in a savage voice. Kaia obeyed, not wanting to get trampled by those heavy hooves. She reached, grabbed his monstrous cock, barely able to get her hands around it, and stroked hesitantly. The centaur began pawing at the ground and stomping his hooves, then shot a load directly at Kaia, pelting her in the chest and splashing cum over her breasts and stomach. She kept stroking as three more spurts followed, drenching her in centaur semen. She climbed out from under the satisfied centaur and was about to resume her journey when the beast cried out in pain.
Out of the trees flew three swift arrows, piercing the centaur with deadly precision. He was dead before he hit the ground. Kaia looked around frightened. From the forest emerged a group of three satyrs. They were quite tall, at least a head above Kaia. Soft fur covered their goat-like legs; one was black the other two a chestnut brown. Short pointy horns jutted out from the sides of their foreheads, their cocks hung freely and their broad chests were bare. They all wore a leather belt on which they hung a pan flute and quiver of arrows slung over their backs. Kaia was relieved. She had heard of these kind-hearted forest creatures. They sometimes seduced beautiful women with the sensuous music of their flutes. These had saved her from a horrid enslavement to centaurs.
The satyr with the black fur approached her and bowed its head. "My lady," he said, "we are the forest guardians of this island, my name is Mikhal. What manor of creature are you? You are far too beautiful for a human yet the dryads and nymphs of the island are far too seductive for even the foulest centaurs to capture."
"I am human," replied Kaia proudly, "but am chosen and anointed by Aphrodite."
Mikhal's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "We are honored to serve you, My Lady. May the blessings of Aphrodite be on us all. Tis' a shame a beautiful creature such as you should be defiled by the likes of these monstrosities." He spat on the dead centaur. "They have been a constant irritation since they established their camp on our beautiful island, but this is none of your concern. You are safe from them now. You were most likely captured on the high seas, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Kaia, "I journey to Athens."
"The City of Athena is far," replied Mikhal with a frown, "but I have an idea that will get you closer. Come, we shall visit the nymphs."
"Wait," said Kaia, "the centaurs took an incredibly precious and sacred item from me that I must find. It is a golden wand, created for me by the Hand of Aphrodite."
"Fear not, My Lady," said Mikhal thoughtfully, "it will be recovered."
Kaia followed the satyrs through the thick forest while they played sweet melodies on their flutes. The songs were more sensual and beautiful than anything she had ever heard. The sweet music combined with the fact that Kaia had only been able to cum once all day, and that she had three large cocks swaggering around her, was beginning to make her woozy with lust. They walked on until the darkness of night had completely swallowed them before Mikhal decided to stop for the night, as they still had several hours before they reached their destination. Two of them left to hunt for their dinner and Mikhal started a fire.
By now Kaia was extremely wet and her pussy burned with desire. She boldly walked up to the satyr; placed her hands on the sides of his waist and looked up into his eyes. "Have you ever taken a human?" she whispered seductively.
"But of course," answered Mikhal, smiling mischievously. "We would have taken you, but the gifts Aphrodite has bestowed upon you put you beyond our power. The songs we played were our most seductive. No woman, save you, has been able to resist their charm. It is usually only a matter of minutes before our music has them dancing naked in the forest, overcome by lust. You on the other hand, seem quite in control of yourself."
"Perhaps," said Kaia, smiling back wantonly, "I've practically gone mad with lust. Whether it was your music or the gifts of Aphrodite I know not, but I must have you now."
Kaia drew her fingertips over the satyr's muscled abdomen and down to his now rising cock. She caressed his heavy balls and stroked his shaft to rock-hardness, and while its sized paled in comparison to the centaur's it was still larger than any mortal's cock. It was as thick as her wrist and half the length of her arm long. She squealed in delight at the sight of this lovely piece of meat. The glow from the firelight cast an orange light on them, which added to the sensuality of their erotic dance. Kaia licked and sucked on the bulbous head; she could barely get it into her mouth. She plunged her head forward, driving the cock down her throat. It was so big none of her regular techniques were possible so she settled on simply fucking him with her throat. His cock was so hard she could feel his heart beating in the bulging veins. She couldn't seem to get enough of this massive throbbing cock. She ran her fingers through the soft fur on his legs then grabbed his ass in order to give her more leverage for her sucking mouth. She was so absorbed in her work she didn't even notice the sounds of cracking sticks and approaching footsteps. The two satyrs returned from their hunting, carrying some freshly killed rabbits. They stopped, momentarily, astonished at the scene before them. They had all taken maidens captive with their charm at some time but none had shown such willing fervor at pleasing their carnal needs. They approached, their cocks already standing at full strength. Kaia was exceptionally pleased as she noticed two more monstrous cocks staring at her from both sides. She groped at the additional cocks and began stroking them with expert care. All three satyrs had to hold onto each other for support or face collapsing from the intense pleasure.
Mikhal couldn't take much more of this; he stopped the bobbing of Kaia's head and removed his cock. He lay down and pulled Kaia on top of him. She plunged down on his rod, taking the entire length inside of her, gasping in elation as the enormous cock filled beyond her imagination. She came within seconds, screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed through her body. The other two satyrs, not wanting to be left out, repositioned themselves at her now free orifices. One positioned himself behind Kaia. Her ass was spread wide as she rode Mikhal's cock in an animalistic frenzy. The rubbed his cock across her hole, lubing her ass with copious amounts of his own pre-cum. Kaia paused for a moment, allowing him to enter her, stretching her ass to its limits. She now rocked back and forth, impaling herself on the huge cocks. Her very soul was tingling from pleasure. The third satyr cupped her head and guided his cock into her waiting throat. The soft fur caressing her thighs and ass while she was being double fucked sent another orgasm surging over her. However, the cries of her pleasure were muffled by the cock down her throat, but her body was unimpeded and she thrashed uncontrollably. As her second orgasm cooled she continued her pendulum like movement, sucking a cock on one end and fucking two cocks at the other. The satyr fucking her ass reached around to fondle her breasts, teasing her hard nipples.
Kaia was in paradise, stimulated by every movement. She threw herself harder and harder on the cocks in her pussy and ass, flexing and squeezing her inner muscles. She felt the cock in her mouth begin to spasm; the satyr howled savagely as he shot his load down her throat. Kaia was quite surprised and pleased at the taste of satyr cum, it had a sweetness she had never encountered before and left an immediate craving she doubted would ever go away. The satyr pulled from her mouth and fell to the ground, gasping for air. Kaia redoubled her efforts on the two cocks left penetrating her. She hurled herself onto them without abandon, crying out with each thrust. The satyrs began to grunt uncontrollably and almost simultaneously, began spewing their cum deep inside of Kaia. The sudden flood of sweet cream sent Kaia over the edge, bringing another orgasm crashing down on her. She screamed out, oblivious to anything around her. Her orgasm pounded through her relentlessly, leaving her completely ravaged. She lay there breathing hard, sandwiched between two satyrs, their stiff cocks still buried deep inside of her, her desires completely satisfied. Shortly after, their slippery cocks popped out followed by oozing cum from Kaia's holes. She quickly rose and scooped as much of the cum into her hands as she could, sucking it into her mouth like a starved animal, savoring the flavor and creamy texture; she was already addicted to it.
One by one the satyrs recovered from the best orgasm any human had given them and began to prepare the rabbits for dinner. Kaia sat down on a patch of soft moss under a tree and continued to caress her pussy consuming every last globule of sweet satyr cum. By the time the rabbits where roasted she had brought herself to another delightful orgasm. She ate the tender rabbit meat greedily, realizing how hungry she actually was. After they finished eating Mikhal excused himself. He had to go make sure the nymphs would be willing to help. Kaia settled down to sleep, snuggled warmly in between the other two satyrs. She slept soundly throughout the rest of the night.
The next morning Kaia woke to singing birds and a clear morning. The sun filtered down through the canopy of leaves and last night's fire was nothing more than a pile of smoldering ash. She was still snuggled up against one of the satyrs, although the other one was gone. She sat up, yawned and deeply inhaled the fragrant forest air. The satyr next to her was still asleep, but offered a delightful surprise. His large cock was fully erect and standing almost straight up. So, she thought, Satyrs fuck in their dreams too. I wander what he's dreaming about? Perhaps I'll help him along. She leaned over, taking his prick into her mouth. She sucked on the head hungrily and licked down the underside. The satyr murmured something but remained asleep. Drawing her head back, Kaia focused on the bulbous knob on the end of his cock while she stroked him with her hands. A few moments of this and he groaned, shooting his delicious gelatinous load into Kaia's waiting mouth. She sucked every last drop of sweet cream from his cock, thoroughly enjoying the hot breakfast.
She arose and began gathering some flowers to make a wreath to wear on her head. By the time she finished, the other satyr had returned with a bag full of berries, nuts and honeycomb. "Breakfast is served," he chimed as he kicked his sleeping friend awake. Kaia ate her fill of berries and nuts and began consuming a chunk of honeycomb when Mikhal returned. He looked tired but thoroughly pleased with himself.
"I have come up with a way to help you get to your own kind," Mikhal told Kaia, "I met with the forest nymphs last night and they have agreed to help you out."
"The forest nymphs!" Exclaimed the other two satyrs in unison, "No wonder you look so content, you spent all night in an orgy."
Mikhal smiled guiltily, "They have a sailor whom they've agreed to release from their enchantment; he will guide you to a human settlement where you can continue your quest. Come, I shall escort you to the nymphs."
The other two satyrs were almost bursting with excitement and instantly got erections at a chance to be in the company of the nymphs again, but their enthusiasm was quickly dashed by Mikhal's next command.
"You two," he pointed to them, "there are several good boats in the Sirens' Cove. Go prepare one for Kaia and her companion, and convince the Sirens to let them pass without the lure of their charm."
They left into the forest, very forlorn. It wasn't often the satyrs were able to mingle with the nymphs but when they did the orgy would often last for weeks on end.
Kaia followed Mikhal through the forest to the nymphs' fountain. Her morning treat of satyr cum had offered no relief to her constant arousal. She should have partaken of them one last time before they left but she was too excited to meet the nymphs. She had heard a lot of stories about how they would enchant men and lead them to their spring to be used as sex slaves. Some remained captive for years, completely unaware that they were indeed captive, living in an almost dream like state, swallowed up in passion and desire for those beautiful creatures. Kaia became aware of a harmonious whisper drifting on the breeze. She listened intently as she walked on through the forest. The whisper increased in volume to a faint song, echoing through the trees and continued to grow louder and sweeter. The sound was so beautiful, so perfect, and so erotic that Kaia seemed almost consumed by it. Her arousal virtually ran down her thighs and her pussy began to throb with yearning and lust. She noticed that Mikhal was equally enjoying the song, as his turgid cock stuck straight out, bouncing with each step. kaia caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples, which sent a wave of pleasure through her and caused her to stumble slightly.
They entered a secluded glen where a spring bubbled up into a crystal clear pool of water surrounded by soft moss covered rocks and fragrant flowers. Lounging around the glen and in the water was about a dozen exquisitely beautiful women, the nymphs. Some of the nymphs were singing, dancing, laughing and playing while others were being serviced by very handsome men, their captives. They were so unbelievably beautiful, and their voices so heavenly, that Kaia was overcome by lust. She dropped to the soft mossy ground and immediately began to finger-fuck herself furiously. Within seconds, she had a screaming orgasm, drawing the attention of most of the nymphs. She stood, her legs a bit unsteady, but her pussy still ached for more attention. She approached Mikhal who was talking to a group of three nymphs.
"This is the one I told you about," he said, motioning towards Kaia. The three nymphs gazed at Kaia seductively and nodded their approval. "I shall leave you in their care, now I--" His words trailed off as one of the nymphs dropped to her knees and began sucking on his engorged meat while the other two nymphs kissed him all over. The group of four descended into a heap of writhing ecstasy. Kaia looked longingly at the scene before her and was about to join in when she felt several sets of hands caress her arms, back and breasts. She closed her eyes dreamily, enjoying the silky touch of the nymphs. Soft lips met Kaia's with a deep passionate kiss; she returned the kiss, tongues intertwining. Kaia held the kiss for a long time--it was the purest most passionate kiss she ever had--while numerous other hands and lips continued to caress her body, making it shiver with anticipation. She was gently pulled back. Reluctantly she broke the kiss and the nymphs laid her down on the soft moss. She noticed there were four nymphs circling her. Two of them began suckling each of her nipples and caressing her breasts, another lapped at her extremely wet hot pussy, and the last nymph straddled Kaia's face, offering her own sweet honey pot. Kaia began to doubt she could ever depart from such contentment. How could she possibly leave this paradise and return to the domain of mortals? These mythical tongues worked a magic on her she could not begin to describe. The tongue at her pussy teased her mercilessly, licking firmly yet avoiding her burning clit. Her juices were running profusely but the nymph had no trouble lapping it all.
The nymph's pussy at Kaia's own mouth was intoxicating. The satyr cum she had enjoyed so much was nothing compared to this. The sticky sweet juices coated her face; Kaia couldn't get enough of it. She grabbed the nymph's hips to give her more leverage and mashed her face into the delectable snatch. Like a narcotic, each mouthful sent Kaia higher and higher into a fevered bliss. Her nipples tingled insanely and seemed to absorb a constant flow of energy, funneled directly to her pussy. The nymph between her thighs then inserted four fingers in Kaia's sopping cunt and refocused her tongue's attention directly on Kaia's hard little button. Her clit was like a conduit of pure heat and light, connected to every cell in her body, and it had reached its capacity. Kaia's passion was catapulted into uncontrollable orgasm. She arched her back hard, driving her mound against the nymph, trying to force the whole hand into her quivering hole. Her body thrashed wildly as orgasm after orgasm tore through her with savage intensity. Her screams of utter and complete ecstasy echoed throughout the glen and surrounding forest. Kaia drifted off into sublime unconsciousness with one thought on her mind: she would never leave this place.
Kaia dreamt that she was soaring through the clouds high above Mount Olympus. She felt free and alive, the wind blowing over her naked body and tickling her skin. She descended slowly towards Mount Olympus, home to the Gods. The clouds parted to reveal on ornate plaza surrounded by a circle of pillars. Standing in the center was Aphrodite. Kaia landed in front of her smiling Goddess. "Do not get caught up in the pleasure of the nymphs," said Aphrodite, her voice echoing melodiously, "Sweet their bliss may be but it is nothing compared to what I shall share with you. They are creatures of cunning and care not for you. If you can resist their charms they shall do as they promised. Succumb to their charms and you shall be their slave. Remain true to Me and I shall reward you when your task has been completed. Demos is a powerful and jealous man with powerful friends. However, man's weakness for lust can be blinding and turn them against each other if it is exploited correctly. Do that and you shall prevail. Now I must go. I will seduce Poseidon for a favor and ask him to send his sea creatures to speed your voyage to Athens. Now awake, my child." Aphrodite kissed Kaia, sending a surge of energy to course through her body. She awoke, her body trembling from another orgasm.
Kaia opened her eyes. The nymphs were still kissing and caressing her body, and feeding on her satisfied pussy. She gently pushed them away and sat up. "I must go," she stated sadly yet resolutely and stood.
"Very well," said one of the nymphs melodiously and commanded another. "Go and send the man with the dark hair."
The nymph skipped off to the far side of the glen where a man with dark hair was busy lapping at another nymph's pussy. She tapped him on the shoulder and spoke a few words to him then took his place at the interrupted pussy. He walked over to Kaia, still naked with his thick cock bobbing with each step. "I have been sent to escort you across the sea," he slurred in a dream like trance. Kaia smiled at him hungrily, her mind devouring his meaty prick, but she would have to save that for later. Right now she had to get away from the seductive influence of the nymphs for her arousal was again starting to build. She wasn't sure how much longer she could resist their charm.
One of the nymphs spoke up, "I am Vethril and I shall guide to the bay where the satyrs are preparing a ship for you. On the way we'll help you retrieve Aphrodite's gift to you from the centaurs." Vethril summoned three other nymphs and they set off through the forest with Kaia and her new companion following. Kaia's arousal continued to build; watching four gorgeous nymphs and a man walk naked in front of her, as well as her own nakedness was heightening her growing excitement. She knew they were drawing nearer to the centaur encampment and to succumb to her wanton urges would prove dangerous. So she walked on in agony, her thighs slickened by her own juices and her desire burning hotly.
Finally Vethril motioned them to stop. She had a brief discussion with her three fellow nymphs who then ran off, disappearing in the forest. "They are going to charm the centaurs from their camp, allowing you plenty of time to recover your gift," said Vethril.
They all waited in silence. Kaia could not take it anymore. She reached down and fingered her wet slit, sending waves of pleasure rolling over her. She came almost instantly, her orgasm washed over her in a warm release. The mild orgasm did nothing for her burning pussy but it did clear her mind and renew her strength and resolve. In the distance she heard sweet, beautiful singing; it was the three nymphs. The song was immediately drowned out by what sounded like a stampede of horses crashing through the forest. Eventually the noise got farther and farther away and disappeared altogether. "Come," said Vethril, "it is safe to enter."
They entered the large encampment of the centaurs. Several fires were burning with now scorched meat on them. Wooden huts were scattered around with a crude stone structure in the middle. A gruesome display of heads perched on pikes lined the pathway leading to a stone building. Most were human but a few centaur heads were scattered amongst them. They approached the entrance to the building, repulsed by the morbid exhibit. Kaia realized that she recognized some of the heads. It was captain Theadous and some of his crew; they had been decapitated and brought back as trophies. Tears rolled down her cheeks and hatred burned in her heart for these loathsome centaurs. They quickly entered the dimly lit structure, glad to be away from that path of death. It was a single-room structure stuffed with plundered treasure and a throne, constructed of bones, standing against the back wall. Vethril kept watch at the entrance while Kaia rummaged through the treasure looking for her wand. Due to the craftsmanship of her wand and jewels she guessed it would be kept in a safer place. Next to the throne was a large heavy chest. She opened it and to her delight discovered her belongings. She quickly adorned her jewels, dagger and grabbed her wand but lingered a moment longer. The chest also contained an exquisitely crafted sword and various other jewels. She placed as many jewels as could fit on her body, took the sword and several pouches filled with gold coins. Her sailor had also found a few pieces of gold trinkets to his liking, as well as a jeweled battle-ax.
Vethril looked back in contempt as the humans succumbed to their greed. "Enough," she said irritated, "we must go."
Kaia and the man took one last look of longing around the room and followed Vethril out of the building and back into the forest. Vethril was even more irritated at the loud clinking and jingling of their new ornamentation as they made their way to the Sirens' Cove. When they arrived, Kaia was astonished at the beauty of the bay. The cliffs sparkled with what appeared to be millions of gems. The water was crystal blue, and floral vines hung down like curtains. A boat was tied to a large bolder next to which the two satyrs were in a conversation with what appeared to be, a wispy watery female form, a Siren. The satyrs motioned them down to the boat. Vethril had already disappeared back into the forest. Kaia was somewhat disappointed, she would have liked a final fuckfest with the nymph and satyrs, but such was not her fate. "The Sirens have agreed to let you pass but you should hurry as their temptation to lure you back may quickly overcome their promise," said the satyr.
Kaia and her companion boarded the boat and set sail. The boat was small but had a good-sized sail and could accommodate up to four rowers. The satyrs had been kind enough to stow some food and blankets for them as well. Kaia and the man both took an oar and set the boat gliding across the bay. The mouth of the bay leading to the sea was a narrow pass spiked with jagged rocks. Countless other ships lay dashed and broken across the rocks and sunken in the surrounding waters--victims of the Sirens. They skillfully steered their small boat through the wreckage and out into the open sea where the wind finally caught the sail. They pulled the oars in to rest when suddenly the boat lurched forward with a sudden increase of speed. "Fear not my friend," Kaia said to her startled friend, "Poseidon has sent us some help."
Kaia couldn't bear any more delay; her pussy was aching for attention. She leaned over and kissed her companion deeply. "What is your name?" she whispered seductively.
"I'm Medaethus of Thessaly," he said before Kaia stopped his mouth with another kiss. Her hand glided up his thigh to his thick meaty treasure; he was already rock hard. She pumped his cock skillfully, sending shivers of pleasure through him. He dropped his hand to Kaia's dripping pussy and tenderly caressed her folds and clit. Kaia broke their kiss and lay back on the deck. She released his cock and pulled his face down to her quivering hole. His tongue lapped at her gash like a whirlwind; captivity to the nymphs had taught him a significant skill. Kaia thrashed around as an orgasm descended on her. Medaethus continued his tongue-lashing, flicking and sucking on her clit and drinking in her flowing juices. Kaia came two more times before he finally released her and then without warning plunged his pulsing cock deep into her steaming pussy. He fucked her with long slow strokes, prolonging the pleasure for as long has he could hold it. Kaia was in heaven; each thrust sent a wave of energy coursing through her. Without interrupting his steady rhythm he leaned over and sucked on Kaia's nipples. She cried out, as yet another orgasm hit. She raised her hips uncontrollably. Her pussy muscles clamped down on his cock as he continued driving it into her spasming cunt. She met each thrust with an equally forceful thrust of her own, grinding her clit against his pelvis. She began to skillfully flutter her pussy muscles; it was time to give Medaethus an orgasm he would not soon forget. She placed her hands on his tight ass and increased his tempo and tilted her hips to give her as much control as she could get. It was a matter of moments before Medaethus lost control; cum spewed from his cock flooding Kaia's cunt with hot cream. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily.
They lay there, snuggled up to each other, his cock still buried inside her with cum leaking out, until they fell asleep in each other's arms. The sun was setting on the horizon while the boat continued gliding through the water, aided by some unknown creature of Poseidon's.
Chapter 5
Kaia awoke shivering as the cool morning air of the Mediterranean blew over her naked body. It was still dark overhead but the stars in eastern horizon had begun to fade and the sky change to a dark cobalt blue. She noticed their speed had reduced drastically since last night. They appeared to be driven only by the wind in the sail. Medaethus sat holding the rudder handle and gazing at the stars.
"Where are we?" Kaia inquired, her teeth chattering.
"Our heading is north-west. We're going in the right direction but I'm not sure how far we've traveled," Medaethus answered. "Our friends below abandoned us not too long ago. With any luck we'll reach the coast today. Go back to sleep, we still have several hours before the sun comes up." Kaia retrieved a blanket from a storage compartment, wrapped it tightly around her, and drifted back to sleep.
Kaia awoke several hours later to the squawk of seagulls. The morning sun shown down on her brightly. She squinted, gazing out over the horizon. She could just make a thin band of land. "We should reach land in a few more hours," said Medaethus, answering Kaia's unasked question.
Kaia realized how hungry she was. She rummaged through the storage compartment and withdrew a jar of berries and nuts. She sat next to Medaethus and they both ate greedily, emptying the jar. Medaethus looked tired; he had been up steering the ship since early morning.
"Allow me," she said, taking hold of the rudder handle. "You could use some more rest." Medaethus released the handle and curled up next to Kaia, resting his head on her thigh. He was asleep within minutes.
The morning wore on and the thin ribbon of land grew larger. Kaia spotted an occasional fishing boat out in the distance as they drew closer to Piraeus, the main port city of Athens. She secured the rudder handle and lay back on the deck, soaking up the sun. Her hand crept to her moist pussy and she tenderly caressed her folds. Her mind returned to that enchanted island of the satyrs and nymphs. She yearned to be back in their presence and live out her days in one perpetual orgy. She stroked her slit more fervently as she recalled the sweet bliss. She longed for another taste of satyr cock and their sweet cum, and the silky soft tongue of a nymph. Their music alone was enough to make one cum. She thrust her fingers deep into her gash as her thoughts carried her. Her orgasm washing over her in a tide of satisfaction, she squirmed around the deck squealing in delight. As her orgasm subsided, she continued caressing her nipples, enjoying the light pleasure it provided. A smile came to her face when she felt a soft tongue begin to explore her open slit. Medaethus was awake.
Kaia continued to fondle her breasts, lightly caressing them and pulling on her hard nipples. Months of captivity to the nymphs had made Medaethus quite proficient in the use of his tongue. Kaia writhed in bliss as Medaethus licked and sucked at her clit. She grasped his head and pulled him firmly against her throbbing mound. Another orgasm welled up inside her and forced its way out, but Medaethus was not done with her. He lifted himself and raised her legs, pushing them back until her knees where pressed against her breasts. He inserted two of his fingers into her soppy pussy and smeared her wetness over her asshole then spread his own pre-cum over the head of his turgid cock. Gently he entered her ass until his cock was completely buried then slowly fucked her asshole with a steady rhythm. Kaia continued to finger her slit, stroking it madly. Medaethus pulled her feet towards him, kissing and sucking on her toes and calves. Kaia expertly flexed and released the muscles in her ass in a sort of fluttering effect. She sensed he was getting close to orgasm and worked her pussy furiously. They both came within moments. Medaethus spewed his seed deep into her bowels as Kaia thrashed uncontrollably, carried away by her third orgasm of the morning. Medaethus slumped over, his cock popped out with a slurping sound followed by his cum oozing out of Kaia's ass. He lay down next to her, caressing her perfectly sculpted leg.
"What business do you have in Athens?" he asked adoringly.
"To destroy the man who killed my mother," Kaia stated matter-of-factly.
Medaethus sat up, a look of shock and surprise on his face. Kaia recited her family history as it had been told to her by Cassiopeia and confirmed by the Goddess Aphrodite. After she finished Medaethus was silent for some time. "Let me help you," he said resolutely.
"No," answered Kaia, "this is not your concern. Demos is a powerful man. I would hate to see you hurt or worse, killed."
"Nonsense," he retorted. "The past year of my life has been in a dream. I hardly remember where I've been or what I've been doing. You freed me from the nymphs and returned me back to consciousness. Otherwise, I likely would have perished in the forest when they grew tired of me. I owe you my life. Besides women are not allowed in the city council sessions. I can be your spy, identify those closest to Demos and those who would see him fall."
"Very well," agreed Kaia, "thank you."
Medaethus took over the rudder and adjusted their coarse back to Piraeus. An hour later they drifted into the port and docked. They walked off the ship and into a throng of onlookers who surrounded Kaia and Medaethus with looks of awe and lust. Murmurs of an exquisite foreign hetaera, or high priced courtesan, were directed to Kaia from the crowd. Men groveled at her feet, offering her all they possessed if she would but spend a day with them. A constant stream of offers for her affection bombarded her from every direction. It would take all day to get through the city at this rate. She would have enjoyed fucking hundreds of cocks on the streets of Piraeus but she had to stay focused on her ultimate goal - Demos in Athens. She decided it would be best to conceal her body until she arrived in Athens, fearing a constant horde of people would be obstructing her path. She forced her way through the throngs of people, declining all offers, and entered a weaver's shop to purchase some clothing. Kaia dressed herself in a peach-colored silk tunic imported from the orient. Medaethus chose a more humble wool tunic dyed blue. When they exited the shop the mob had thinned considerably, but it still took them a significant amount of time to finally shake off the remaining suitors.
They walked through the city, stopping briefly at a tavern from a meal of fish and bread with goat cheese. Wherever they went people stopped and gawked at Kaia. Despite her clothing, Kaia's beauty emanated from her and she was followed by whispers and rumors as to her identity and purpose here. Eventually they reached the main road that led to Athens. It was busy with travelers and caravans keeping Athens supplied with the goods it demanded. They walked swiftly, wanting to reach Athens before dusk. The sun was high over head and the day was hot and humid. Several hours later they arrived at the outskirts of Athens, making better time than they expected, but were tired and hungry. They continued through Athens to the more affluent area of the city and obtained lodging at one of the inns. The room was nice, with a large feather bed against the wall and two large vases of water for washing. A slave brought them a tray of fish and bread, which they consumed voraciously. Kaia looked out the window of their third story room onto the streets below, contemplating her next step. Medaethus lay down on the bed and drifted into a deep sleep. Kaia stood there for some time watching the sun set on the people in the streets below her. She sighed, her emotions were a jumble; confusion, fear, hate, and resolve all competed for her full attention. She turned back to the room and retrieved her wand--perhaps a good orgasm would sooth her mind. She plunged the wand deep into her pussy and fucked herself vigorously. Her body and mind were far too fatigued for anything drawn out and erotic. All she wanted was to cum quickly and sleep. An intense orgasm that only Aphrodite's Wand could produce soon ripped through her and left her feeling considerably better. She lay down next to Medaethus and slept soundly the rest of the night.
The next morning Kaia and Medaethus awoke late in the morning to the sounds of birds and poets singing in the streets below. Kaia prepared herself for the first part of her plan: the seduction of the aristocrats. She braided her hair with flowers, rubbed her skin with perfumed olive oil, and applied makeup and ochre dust to her face and body. She was absolutely radiant, particularly with the addition of her jewels. Medaethus could not ignore her beauty and his cock was witness to it. It stood proudly, begging for attention. Kaia took mercy on him, giving him a quick blowjob and swallowing his cum.
It was time to put her plan into action. Kaia wandered through affluent part of the city, displaying herself and making her presence known while Medaethus pandered the more influential citizens to hire her. By late afternoon they had received hundreds of inquiries but most could not afford Kaia's high price or were not of sufficiently high status for her purposes. They had discovered that Demos had left the city several days ago and would be gone for several weeks. Kaia was relived at this bit of information; it would give her time to truly seduce these men. One in particular had caught their attention. Kaia teased him with a brief glance of her radiance as she whisked by him while Medaethus stopped and tried to convince him to hire the illusion that had just flashed before his eyes. Kaia proceeded to the Court of Beauty, the plaza in front of the largest brothel in Athens, where expensive courtesans paraded their exquisite beauty and sensuality. It was the best place for a man to find a beautiful exotic woman for an evening. Most hetaerae were foreigners, yet unlike the local women, they were fairly well educated and provided not only pleasures of the flesh but also intelligent conversations. The men of Athens regarded their wives only as a means to produce legitimate offspring and the prostitutes as quick fuck for when they had the urge. But these courtesans were women to be experienced. They were taken to big festivals and banquets as a type of trophy or status symbol. The more beautiful and pricey the hetaera the more attention she brought to the man who hired her.
Women of extraordinary beauty filled the courtyard. Most where dressed in revealing and provocative clothing while a few, like Kaia, chose nudity. Many were conversing with men of influence and wealthy aristocrats while others were strutting around, waiting to be approached. Kaia's naked skin glowed in the afternoon sun and her jewels sparkled like fire as she entered the courtyard. All eyes turned and watched her as she sauntered to the center of the courtyard amidst many men who were already following her from her tour of the city. Those already in the courtyard abandoned the women they had just propositioned and made their way to Kaia. The other hetaerae gave her a look of utter jealousy and contempt. Kaia refused all the offers, telling everyone that she was already hired for the evening, but that she would be in Athens for some time and available for future hire. She waited only a few minutes before Medaethus appeared, leading the man she had enticed on the streets to her. Upon fully seeing her, the man's mouth dropped. Never had he seen such a beautiful woman. He eyed her, greedily consuming every curve of her luscious body. His eyes gleamed and his mouth salivated with desire. He opened his purse and counted out the twenty-five-drachma fee he usually paid for the more expensive hetaerae. Kaia laughed disdainfully. "Twenty five is hardly a fee worthy of my expertise," she chided.
The man looked up contemptuously, but could not ignore his desire for her. "How much?" he inquired shrewdly.
"One hundred and fifty drachmas," Kaia answered.
The man looked at her incredulously. "One hundred and fifty? That's outrageous! I could buy a slave for that much," he countered angrily.
"Perhaps," she cooed, "but I shall give you more pleasure in one evening than a slave could in her entire lifetime."
The man considered his options carefully. On one hand he was very rich and respected. He could take this girl, fuck her savagely and she could do nothing about it. On the other hand to make one's arrival at an event with this exquisite woman would indeed make him the subject of conversation; and if what she said was true about her skills at pleasure, how could he resist? "I will offer you one hundred, as much as four hetaerae, and I have yet to meet a woman worth that.
"Very well," agreed Kaia, "what do you desire?" She bowed her head to him in submission while Medaethus collected the money.
"First you must prove yourself worth one hundred then you will accompany me to a banquet," he demanded as he ushered her into one of the alcoves that lined the courtyard, "Now suck my cock."
Kaia dropped to her knees and complied. She lifted his tunic and placed his semi-hard cock into her mouth. The response was immediate. His cock instantly sprang to its full fervor and his knees buckled, throwing him against the wall of the alcove. She pinned him to the wall as she unleashed herself on his cock, swallowing and rhythmically fucking him with her throat. He groaned in pure ecstasy as pressure built up in his balls. Kaia removed her mouth and knelt up a little higher. She cupped her ample breasts and placing his slippery cock between them, she pressed together while he fucked her tits. With each thrust she sucked on the head of his swollen cock. It was more than he could bear as the pressure in his balls expelled his load all over Kaia's face and breasts. Kaia scooped up the globules from her body and licked them off her fingers. The man was stunned, never had a woman made him cum so hard; he felt faint, his legs unsteady. This woman was worth every drachma he had paid. Kaia remained on her knees while her temporary master regained his composure. He took Kaia's hand and helped her to her feet. Cum still hung obscenely from her chin and breasts as he led her from the courtyard to the banquet. By the time they arrived Kaia had cleaned some of the cum off her face but preferred to leave most of it as a sign of her depravity. It was a banquet for the city's rich and powerful, held for the soul purpose of boosting support and votes for a new law envisioned by the host.
The moment they entered the main hall, a noticeable silence descended. Every eye had turned to look upon Kaia and her companion. The man smiled presumptuously; he knew he had the most beautiful woman with him tonight and, with evidence of his seed still on her face and breasts. He proceeded to parade her around, hoping her radiance would boost his own standing and it seemed to work. They had attracted a crowd that lingered with them throughout the evening. All other hetaerae hired for the evening remained largely ignored. The men, enthralled by Kaia's demeanor and intelligence, preferred merely to be in her charming presence, hear her delightful laughter, listen to her sultry voice and gaze on exquisite beauty. The other women cast many cold, envious glances in Kaia's direction as they talked amongst themselves about this new temptress. The evening wore, mingled with heady mixture of fine music, sweet wine and roasted lamb, yet the crowd around Kaia and her companion had not diminished. Kaia's plan was progressing well. The attention she was getting, combined with her restrained eagerness to fuck, had left Kaia unbearably aroused. Her pussy glistened with wetness and many around her noticed. It was time to truly cast her spell on them.
She picked two hetaerae and enticed them to follow her to the middle of the room. She discreetly whispered to them that she would pay each ten drachmas to lick the drying cum from her body. They complied immediately. Circling her like ravenous wolves they licked her face, breasts and nipples, filling Kaia's loins with fire. The two women were eventually plucked off of Kaia by their masters and led to corners of the room where they continued licking on their masters' cocks. The music of the lyre and flutes filled Kaia's head. Her hips gyrated and her shoulders swayed in rhythm to the music. The crowd parted and Kaia leapt from their midst, dancing around the room. Her body undulated gracefully while she erotically caressed her breasts, hips and stomach. The jewels on her body chimed in harmony with the music as she heaved and twisted in lithe motions. Her muscles flexed and rippled as she whirled and soared from one individual to another, caressing, kissing and tantalizing them. Her breasts swung pendulously and her wet pussy lips flared open with each movement of her legs. The entire room was captivated, both the men and the hetaerae. Kaia danced for many more minutes before winding down and returning to her companion. The music stopped with her and was followed by awed silence. Numerous erections protruded underneath elegant tunics, attesting to Kaia's successful seduction. The cold jealousy that had once filled the eyes of the other women was momentarily replaced with a tenuous respect. A low murmur had begun amongst the men then grew in volume as they talked about with their own plans for this magnificent woman. Kaia's companion received praise and admiration for discovering this beauty and bringing her to the attention of his fellow citizens. Kaia simply smiled to herself.
Kaia's companion led her to a dim corner in the large courtyard, out of the torchlight. Lust filled his eyes; he could not withstand her lure any longer. He bent her over a large stone bench, knelt behind her and thrust his cock deep into her sopping hole. The man showed no concern for Kaia's pleasure, nor possessed any skill or poise in the arts of love. He merely plodded on, fucking for the sake of fucking. The man grunted as he continued to thrust deep into Kaia's pussy but it did nothing to satisfy her raging urges. She reached back and stopped his sloppy attempt at sex. He was surprised that a hetaera would be so bold as to take such initiative. Normally, he would slap the woman, thrown her down and finish his business, but this woman so intrigued him he was willing to accept some humility and allow her leniency. Kaia laid him down on the bench and straddled him, plunging down on his cock, releasing her pent-up lust. She rode his cock furiously, expertly flexing her cunt and caressing him in just the right places. She was finally able to apply some force to her burning clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. The man groaned and grunted incoherently. Until now, sex had merely been a matter of releasing one's urges. He had never imagined this kind of pleasure. Kaia scarcely attained one orgasm before her companion exploded, shooting his load deep inside her. His hands and muscles clenched uncontrollably; his mouth opened in a silent scream. He gasped for air as his cries of pleasure caught in his throat. Kaia continued to ride him with all her might until the man's body went limp, losing consciousness.
Kaia paused for a moment, the man's hard cock still buried inside her, then continued rocking and thrusting her hips, focused now on her own pleasure and desperately needing a better orgasm than this lout provided moments earlier. She leaned back, causing his prick to press firmly against the inner wall of her pussy and bucked her hips forcefully while she attacked her clit with her fingers. Moans of ecstasy escaped her lips as the orgasm she sought finally carried her away. She slumped over, lying on top of her comatose companion and looked around, noticing many sets of eyes watching them intently. Kaia continued to lie there for some time, the man's cock still firmly buried within her. Eventually she felt his cock soften but the man still did not stir. She stood, cum still dripping from her pussy, intending to leave the party. No sooner had she taken five steps than she was immediately confronted by another individual ready to pay for her personal attention.
During the next week Kaia received little sleep. The constant arrogance and inadequate sex from selfish men left her with a feeling of harsh contempt for Athenians. If not for her wand she would have gone mad from her arousal. By now the other hetaerae absolutely hated her. Kaia's fee more than doubled; she now charged as much as three hundred drachmas for an evening and a hundred just to fuck someone to unconsciousness.
After two weeks, Kaia had made thousands and bought a nice villa in the city. Kaia had been in Athens a short time and had already become one of most influential women in the city, which was ironic, considering the place of women here was little more than slavery. Business for the other hetaerae had dwindled considerably. They were still sought by those who could never hope to afford Kaia but the most influential saved their gold for Kaia. Two hetaerae broke into Kaia's villa, intent on redistributing her wealth among the other unfortunate hetaerae. It all ended when they found Kaia's wand and tried it out. They both died from the orgasm the wand gave them. During her time in Athens Kaia had gleaned quite a bit of information on the city's political situation with help from Medaethus and her own covert interrogations of her clients. It was obvious every one feared Demos. He was the wealthiest man in Athens with his fingers in every aspect of political dealing. He had already served his term as a councilman and judge but his influence did not end with his term. In fact, it became stronger. No single man dared challenge him and anyone leading a group against him would almost certainly meet their end in assassination or banishment. Athens belonged to Demos and nobody had the courage or ability to take it from him.
After three weeks in the city Kaia had the most influential men within her power. She was incredibly discrete about it, delicately stroking their egos, offering them discounts for her services or waiving the fee completely. Love seemed to be an emotion rarely expressed by Athenians, allowing Kaia to exploit it mercilessly. She felt sorry for their wives; forbidden to leave the house, never loved or appreciated. Rather they were expected to run the man's house and raise his children with the knowledge that their husbands enjoyed the company of prostitutes and hetaerae more than that of their wives. Kaia felt some remorse knowing that she was a contributing factor to their miserable situation but she couldn't help that right now, she had a job to do.
The next day there was noticeable change in everybody's manner. Kaia soon discovered why: Demos had returned and was planning a three-day banquet to celebrate his homecoming just before the city's next governing session.
Now it begins, thought Kaia.
Chapter 6
With Demos back in the city, Kaia had no time to waste. She went to an alchemist's shop to acquire some poison. As she entered the dimly lit shop a middle-aged man sat stirring a small cauldron of bubbling liquid. He looked at her naked body and smiled wide, "What service can I offer a beauty like you? Would you like some cosmetics or perhaps some nice aphrodisiacs? I have just developed a wonderful elixir guaranteed to enhance your libido all night."
"No thank you, I need..." she paused, trying to sound innocent, "I need a bottle of poison."
The alchemist looked at her shrewdly, his smile disappearing. "Murder is most serious crime, my Lady," he whispered.
"I plan no murder," lied Kaia. "Terrible beasts plague my country villa."
"Who is the intended victim and by what means do you wish to poison him?" the alchemist asked unconvinced.
Kaia dropped her guise of innocence, leaned close to the alchemist's ear and whispered, "My victim is of no concern." She produced a leather bag, heavy with gold. "Here are five hundred drachmas," she continued, "I need something that will be slow and painful."
The alchemist took the money and disappeared up a flight of stairs. Moments later he returned with a simple wooden box secured with a large lock. His face was grim as he unlocked the box and produced a small terracotta jar filled with a pungent dark green powder. He handed her the jar. "Be warned, My Lady, should but a few granules of this powder find their way into your body and you shall suffer the fate intended for your enemy. A pinch of this in his wine or sprinkled over his sleeping lips will be sufficient. I suggest you leave as soon as its administered, for his death will be a grizzly scene."
"Thank you, my good man," Kaia whispered seductively as she leaned forward and kissed the man on the cheek. "Perhaps I can offer you some additional payment," she said as she caressed her breasts.
"Perhaps," grinned the alchemist.
Kaia knelt down and ducked under the table that separated her from the alchemist. He remained motionless while Kaia grazed her fingers up his legs and under his tunic to his rigid cock. She stroked him firmly, tugging on his balls. He moaned and leaned forward, placing his hands on the table for support. Kaia lifted his tunic and took his cock into her soft mouth, sucking him fervently. She continued stroking his cock and rolling his balls in rhythm with her sucking. Slurping sounds filled the room as she devoured his swollen member. She felt him begin to tense up, his orgasm approaching, when he pulled out of her mouth. "May I indulge a bit more?" he inquired with pleading eyes.
Kaia looked at him, her eyes flashed with lust. "Fuck my ass," she demanded as she dropped to her hands and knees and turned her ass to him.
The alchemist almost came in his own hands at the beautiful site of this full round ass and pouting pussy before him. He dropped to his knees and drove his cock, still slick from Kaia's mouth, deep into her bowels. Kaia cried out in pleasure as the alchemist pounded her ass. She lowered her head to floor spreading her ass as wide as she could while she pulled at her clit with her fingers. The alchemist got up to his feet but remained squatted behind Kaia, ramming her asshole even deeper with his meat. Of all the men Kaia had been with in Athens this humble alchemist knew more about pleasures of the flesh than all the aristocrats combined. His hands caressed Kaia's back and ass while his gyrating hips continued their pounding. Kaia moaned and squealed in ecstasy as she came hard, her orgasm crashing down on her. She beat her fists on the floor, screaming in pleasure. This was more satisfaction then any Athenian had given her in weeks. The alchemist continued hammering Kaia's asshole. She reached for his balls and stroked them lightly while she flexed her ass. That sent the alchemist over the edge. He pulled his cock from her ass and jacked it furiously, spraying his cum on Kaia's back and ass with several strong spurts, howling like a baying wolf. He slumped, his cock completely spent, but continued to caress the soft ass still staring at him. Kaia laid there, her ass in the air and cum dripping down her sides and legs, completely satisfied. She heard the alchemist stand and was about to rise as well when he said, "don't stand yet, My Lady. I must collect my seed off of you. Seed produced through the act of love is a powerful ingredient for aphrodisiacs."
"An alchemist of love," Kaia mused out loud. The alchemist smiled at her as he collected the remains of their passion.
"Is there anything else I can offer you for your potions of love?" offered Kaia rolling onto her side.
The alchemist's face brightened. "My Lady, you are too kind. There is much I could harvest from you."
"I will give anything I can to help the progress of love," said Kaia. "As an anointed servant of the Goddess Aphrodite I can assure you the elixirs made of me will be the most powerful ever created."
The alchemist almost dropped the jar of cum. "Anointed of Aphrodite," he whispered in awe. "The most powerful element is the essence of woman." He handed a Kaia a peculiar looking phallus. It resembled a cock but with a steep swoop just past the head used for scooping out wetness.
"Sit here and masturbate with this while I collect some of your hairs," ordered the alchemist, indicating to a stool with small vase under it.
Kaia sat, inserted the phallus and began fucking herself. It was pleasant but not nearly as good as her wand from Aphrodite. The scoop carved into the phallus pulled her wetness from her cunt, causing it to drip from her pussy lips in large drops into the vase under her. The alchemist cut several hairs from Kaia's head, had her spit several times into a jar, plucked out a handful of pubic hairs and even pricked her for some drops of blood. It was hard for Kaia to concentrate on an orgasm while the alchemist poked and prodded her. Finally he was satisfied with the amount of reagents he had collected and allowed her to concentrate on her orgasm. It took Kaia several more minutes of vigorous fucking to cum with this strange phallus. She was beginning to work up quite a sweat, which the alchemist proceeded to collect as well. She worked her nipples and clit with her free hand while keeping a steady rhythm with the phallus. Finally she could feel her insides tighten and her pussy spasm as she began to cum. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her, the phallus pulling copious amounts of her cum and wetness from her cunt into the small vase under her.
The alchemist collected the jar, amazed at the quantity of essence Kaia had produced. Kaia stood, kissed him again and said, "I admire your work. May Aphrodite bless you with success." She took the poison and turned to leave.
"Thank you, My Lady," exclaimed the alchemist. "I am in your debt. Take these gold trinkets. If you proceed with your plan thusly dressed," he said, indicating her nakedness, "you can conceal the powder in these baubles. Just seal them with wax and braid into your hair."
Kaia turned to him. "Thank you," she said sincerely then took the gold baubles from him and left.
Kaia returned to her house and prepared for her daily exhibition in the Court of Beauty. There was sure to be a high bid for her today. With Demos holding a three-day festival at his country villa, she needed to look her best. However, as good as her orgasm had been with the alchemist, she was not yet fully satisfied, she needed one more mind-ripping orgasm before she started. She retrieved her wand and settled down on a soft blanket in her courtyard. Tenderly, she caressed her pussy lips and clit. Once saturated by her own wetness she thrust the wand deep into her snatch. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her as she steadily fucked herself with the wand. By the Gods, she never tired of this. The sun shone down on her, heating her passion. The fragrances of her garden's flowers and perfumed oils filled her soul. She pulled her knees back, spread her legs wide, grabbed the wand with both hands and began to fuck herself brutally. Her orgasm clawed its way out from deep within her, consuming her. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, thrusting them as far as possible while her body thrashed. The birds in the courtyard flew away in panic as Kaia's shrieks of pleasure filled the air. She lay panting; her wand still buried deep in her pussy. Beads of perspiration ran down her sides. She sighed in contentment and stood up to finish her preparations.
Medaethus took the gold baubles and carefully scooped the poison powder into each of the gold trinkets and sealed them with a bit of candle wax. Kaia washed thoroughly in her courtyard fountain, oiled her skin, meticulously applied makeup and braided the gold baubles and some silk ribbons into her long silky hair. Finally she adorned herself with jewels and as an extra touch fingered her pussy until it was full and wet. She was ready.
By that afternoon Kaia received several requests to escort someone to a banquet at Demos' estate. The demand for her was so high by now that the final offer made for her was two thousand drachmas for the entire three-day extravaganza. She accompanied her new companion to his house, where he paid the fee to Medaethus, then they boarded a large chariot, drawn by four magnificent horses. She had to hire a troupe of guards to protect Medaethus and help him carry the gold back to Kaia's villa. It was evening when they arrived at Demos' villa and festivities had already begun.
They left the chariot at the stables and entered the main courtyard. It was enormous; a colonnade surrounded the entire courtyard with mosaic paths snaking through the area. Trees blooming with fragrant flowers lined the entire courtyard. A large fountain and pool bubbled in the center of the courtyard and a raised stage sat at the south end, occupied by musicians, dancing girls and tables of food. Beyond the stage and raised a bit higher was a wide mezzanine which connected the courtyard to the main house. There, on the mezzanine, seated like the king on his throne, sat Demos, surrounded by politicians and patrons, seeking his favor.
As Kaia entered the courtyard the crowd grew noticeably quiet and every eye gazed at her, drinking in her beauty. The drop in volume captured Demos' attention as well, and then he saw her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, but there was something about her, she looked vaguely familiar. "Who is that woman?" he demanded from one of his associates.
"Her?" asked the man, pointing towards Kaia. "She calls herself Kaia, and is probably the finest hetaera in the world. Nobody knows where she comes from but her pleasure and beauty are unrivalled."
Demos stood up, the music stopped and the crowd grew silent, turning their attention from Kaia to Demos. "You," he shouted, pointing to Kaia, "the hetaera by the name of Kaia. Come to me."
Kaia abandoned her companion, who now felt stung by the fact that he had paid this woman two thousand drachmas and now would most likely spend the entire time without her company. Kaia climbed the stairs to the stage then to the mezzanine and stopped in front of Demos, standing before him proudly. He stood and took her hand, feeling her soft skin while gazing lustfully into her perfect eyes. "Have we met before?" he inquired.
"No," Kaia answered, "I come from a foreign land, several weeks journey from here."
Demos continued to study her, taking in every curve of her body and carefully searching his mind for some sign of recollection. He stood there for several minutes, yet could not place her face, and his soul was still filled with lust for her. "Let's start this evening with a tribute to Dionysus," he shouted. The crowd cheered as wine began flowing and garments were discarded. Within minutes the crowd below had become a writhing Dionysian orgy. Moans of pleasure filled the night sky as cocks and pussies were devoured and worshiped. Bodies caressed and fucked each other in a glorious dance of unbridled sexuality.
Demos removed his robes, his cock already rock hard. He pushed Kaia down to her knees and proceeded to feed her his cock. Kaia turned her head away from him.
"I won't," she declared.
"What?" said Demos in a hard voice. "Do your job, whore."
"My purchase price is high tonight and you have not yet paid. I still belong to the gentleman who paid two thousand drachmas for me," Kaia answered back as those still on the mezzanine stared at her incredulously.
"You fucking cunt," Demos said hotly, "you dare command me?"
"I merely state the obvious," Kaia taunted further. "To partake of my pleasure will cost you four thousand."
"It will cost me nothing!" Demos shouted as he struck Kaia across her face with his hand.
Kaia fell back, crying out in pain. The orgasmic frenzy below them diffused rather quickly as people started watching the drama above them.
Demos grabbed Kaia's arm, intending to have his way with her right there on the floor. He knelt, holding his now semi-hard cock poised to enter her. Deftly Kaia lifted her foot against his stomach, grabbed his head and flipped him through the air, sending him flying over her. Demos jumped back up, humiliated and trembling with fury. Kaia stood and Demos grabbed her by the throat, intent on strangling her, but he stopped amid a torrent of food, thrown in protest from the observers below. He threw Kaia back to the floor and summoned his guards to take her away then turned on the crowd.
"This celebration is over," he bellowed. "Guards remove these insolent bastards!"
Demos' guards moved into the courtyard, forcing everyone out. Several where knocked unconscious and dragged out. Demos sat down on his throne and slumped over; he could not understand what had just happened. Who was this woman whom so many objected to beating? She was just another prostitute. Most citizens didn't think twice about beating their whores, or even killing them when they showed that much disrespect. Demos' confusion gave rise to renewed anger. He stood and stormed into the house. Kaia was chained, spread eagle, to the wall of a small plain room with a guard at either side. Demos entered, smoldering with rage. "You filthy slut," he spat. "You have destroyed my reputation. It will take months to repair the damage you have caused me today. You'll rue the day you ever crossed me."
He turned, speaking to the guards, "Whip her until she is raw and bloody." Then he left.
The guards looked at each other, hesitant to carry out their orders. How could they whip this woman of exquisite beauty? They could not bring themselves to do it, yet to disobey Demos meant death.
"Won't you have your way with me first?" offered Kaia.
The guards looked at each other again and smiled, "What harm would come from a quick fuck?" they both agreed.
The first guard lifted his tunic and jacked his cock until it was hard, then slid it into Kaia's waiting pussy. He fucked her shamelessly, thrusting and grunting while she was still pinned to the wall. He shot his cum into her pussy and pulled out his cock with a slurp. His cum dripped from her cunt and splattered on the floor while the second guard got into place for his turn at her hot honey.
"That was nice," cooed Kaia, "but it would be much more pleasurable if you were to release me. I can do things that you couldn't possibly imagine. Men have paid over a thousand drachmas for me. How many hetaera have you had worth that price?"
The guards thought for a moment then unchained Kaia. She instructed one to lie down then she straddled his stiff cock, riding him with unbridled lust. She motioned the other guard towards her and took his cock into her mouth. He couldn't believe it, he had just cum inside this woman and now her mouth had awakened his cock yet again. He grabbed her head, fucked her throat savagely. Kaia used every skill she possessed. The guards moaned and howled as she sucked and fucked them. The guards could not believe their good fortune. They were partaking of the most famous hetaera in the land and it wasn't costing them a thing. Kaia continued to pound them relentlessly until they burst. Their orgasms started deep within their loins and erupted with such ferocity they couldn't even contain the pleasure. They descended into unconsciousness. She left the guards to their own sweet dreams and ascended from the bowels of Demos' dungeon.
Guards constantly stopped her but none could withstand her beauty and passion. Kaia fucked and sucked her way past more then fifty guards, all the way to Demos' chambers. She was completely covered with cum by the time she arrived. She listened intently at the ornately carved door to his room but could hear nothing. "Aphrodite help me," Kaia prayed and entered the room.
A single lamp burned on a large table where Demos sat writing letters. He looked up immediately, fixing his gaze upon the intruder. "By Hades, how did you escape?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"I came to apologize," said Kaia, feigning respect. "It is too late for that." He stopped, noticing the cum dripping from Kaia's face and body.
"It seems my guards have a weakness for pussy. Perhaps I should have a taste of the most expensive hetaera in the world before I have you executed."
"As you wish. My behavior this evening was inexcusable and my punishment should be just," replied Kaia.
Demos approached her, lust burning in his eyes, and threw her to the ground. "On your knees whore," he ordered.
Kaia got on her hands and knees as Demos came up behind her, cock in hand. He grabbed her cum-splattered hips and drove his cock deep into her pussy. Kaia pushed back with each thrust, clenching her pussy around his cock. She reached back to caress his dangling balls and stroke the cock ramming into her cunt. The sensations she bestowed amazed him and he could feel his anger soften despite his resolve to see this woman dead for her offenses to him. Perhaps he could leave her locked up in his villa, a sex slave to his desires. He stopped his assault from behind and lay down, pulling her on top of him. Kaia crouched down on his pole, whipping her hips back and forth. He arched his back, driving his cock into her as deep as it would go then closed his eyes in ecstasy, on the verge of cumming. Kaia had been waiting for this moment. She grabbed one of the baubles braided into her hair, plucked it loose and broke the wax seal on it. Cum shot from Demos' cock, flooding Kaia's pussy with his evil seed. He yelled out with pleasure just as Kaia emptied the meager contents of the bauble in Demos' open mouth. He grimaced in disgust at the rancid taste of the powder when it touched his tongue. He sat up, knocking Kaia off of him.
"What the fuck was that?" He demanded to know as he stood.
Kaia stood, facing Demos. "Though we have never met, you should know me, for I am the daughter of Atheinaia."
Demos' eyes grew wide with shock and horror. "So," he stated, "the daughter of whore remains a whore."
"Whom Aphrodite calls, she rewards," Kaia retorted. "As for you, Hades awaits."
Demos moved to his table and seized his sword. This time, Kaia would die. He raised his sword ready to strike when an immobilizing pain seared through his stomach. Demos dropped the sword and fell to his knees, vomiting. He looked at Kaia and saw a smirk of triumph on her face. "What have you done?" he croaked as another spasm sent vomit spraying from his mouth.
"Poison," she said simply, then took Demos' sword in order to prevent him from ending his torment prematurely and walked out of the room.
Kaia strode through the corridors of the house, the screams of pain from Demos' chambers growing dimmer as she drew closer to the exit. Upon entering the main hall she was again stopped by guards. "You shall not escape by your charms this time, My Lady," the head guard said with authority.
"I care not," replied Kaia, "however, your employment here is no longer required. Demos is dead."
The guards all looked at her incredulously. "Then you are under arrest for murder," said the head guard, now with hesitancy in his voice.
Kaia looked at him sincerely. "Murder?" she asked. "Or justice?"
She walked past the guards and opened the front door then turned back to them. "Should any of you find yourself in Corinth stop by Aphrodite's temple and I'll show you my appreciation." She left, closing the door behind her.
Medaethus was hiding outside the outer courtyard door when she exited, riding a horse she had taken from the stable.
"Kaia!" he shouted, "What happened? Is Demos dead?"
"Yes," she said as she stopped the horse and climbed off.
She ran to him and hugged him tightly. "It is done; Demos is no more."
"Now what will you do?" asked Medaethus.
"I leave for Corinth this moment. Though Demos had many enemies, there are yet those still loyal to him. I am not safe here. The villa in the city is yours if you wish to keep it. You have been a good friend and lover."
She kissed him goodbye, climbed back on the horse, and raced back to Athens to collect her belongings. Upon reaching her villa Kaia decided to leave everything for Medaethus. She knew she would be well taken care of in Corinth. She strapped on her dagger, slung her sword over her back, and retrieved her wand and a pouch of one hundred drachmas. She also decided it would be best to wear more than just jewels on her journey. She draped some silk clothing over her body, covering her nakedness for the first time since she had arrived in Athens. It was about a day and half ride to Corinth and she would have to be far from Athens before news of Demos' death began to spread. It was past midnight when she left, the full moon shone brightly, lighting her way. She rode as fast as the horse could run for several hours until the sky began to lighten with the approaching dawn. The horse was becoming tired and would need to rest soon. She continued at a slower pace until she arrived at a small village where she and the horse were able to rest and relieve their hunger. Having curbed her hunger Kaia felt very tired and decided to sleep through the heat of the day. She awoke several hours later quite refreshed. After a glorious orgasm from her wand she was ready to continue her journey. By nightfall she had reached the coastline of the Gulf of Corinth. The moon again lit her path as she followed the water's edge throughout the night. By morning she would be arriving to her new home.
Corinth reminded Kaia a lot of her home back on Cyprus but with much more grandeur. A pang of homesickness washed through her as she thought about Cassiopeia and her other friends whom she missed dearly. Kaia was tired and dusty as she approached the Temple grounds of Aphrodite. She smiled as she passed an occasional couple or group of people lying naked along the street, still sleeping off a night's worth of sweet passion; so much like her old home.
The Temple of Aphrodite was magnificent. It stood on the edge of the city, overlooking the sea, surrounded by a low wall and flanked on either side by an ornate bed house. She climbed from the horse and entered the temple courtyard where she was greeted by a throng of priests, priestesses, initiates and the High Priestess. The High Priestess, followed by everyone else, knelt before Kaia.
"I am Lithiona, Corinthian High Priestess to the Goddess Aphrodite," she said reverently. "Aphrodite has made known to us your arrival, and that she has chosen you to be our Supreme High Priestess."
Kaia took Lithiona by the hand and raised her back to her feet and spoke ceremoniously, "I Kaia, daughter of Atheinaia, anointed of Aphrodite, accept leadership of the Order of Aphrodite in Corinth and the whole world. Let us give thanks to our Goddess by offering her sacrifice at sun down." The crowd cheered and immediately began to spread the word of tonight's orgy.
Kaia dismissed those remaining and excused herself from the High Priestess. She must offer thanks to her Goddess. She entered the dimly lit Temple of Aphrodite and knelt at the base of the Goddess' statue. This temple was larger and much more ornate than the temple where she grew up. The statue bore the same resemblance as that on Cyprus but the craftsmanship was much more exquisite.
Kaia was about to speak when a blinding flash of light burst forth from the statue of Aphrodite. As it had happened in the temple on Cyprus, in place of the statue stood the most beautiful woman in existence: the Goddess Aphrodite.
"Well done," she said to Kaia in a sweet, melodious voice. "You have succeeded. You and I are avenged of the evils committed by Demos. Now forget the cares of the world and continue your service to me here in Corinth, where you shall reap the wealth of kings, just as did your mother."
Aphrodite approached Kaia, knelt down with her and kissed her passionately. Kaia returned the kiss, consumed by passion. Overcome by her arousal, Kaia's very soul trembled with desire as she was enveloped by the grace of her Goddess. Aphrodite laid Kaia down on the floor, breaking the kiss, but continued kissing down Kaia's neck and over her breasts, where she tenderly sucked on Kaia's nipples. Kaia came immediately, as orgasmic energy coursed through her body. Aphrodite continued kissing down Kaia's body, over her stomach, the front of her thighs and then finally stopping at Kaia's sopping, throbbing pussy. Kaia lay there in a state of sexual delirium as Aphrodite's silky tongue lapped at her dripping pussy and sucked on her red-hot clit. Another powerful orgasm was steadily building within Kaia as Aphrodite continued her breathtaking consumption of Kaia's steaming cunt. Kaia gasped in ecstasy as Aphrodite inserted three fingers into Kaia's quivering pussy. Another orgasm crashed down on her in wave after wave as Aphrodite finger-fucked Kaia's cunt. Kaia screamed in utter bliss as orgasms continued to roll over her.
Aphrodite removed her fingers and stood. Kaia lay on the floor like a rag doll. She walked around and knelt down over Kaia's head, straddling her face. Kaia instinctively began an oral assault on Aphrodite's honey pot. Her appetite for this divine nectar was ravenous. For all that Kaia had experienced, neither satyr nor nymph compared to the sweetness of Aphrodite; her wetness flowed like a river of honey and Kaia devoured it. Kaia reached with her hands and caressed Aphrodite's large firm breasts. The Goddess moaned in ecstasy, grinding her pussy onto Kaia's wanton mouth. Aphrodite's orgasm began as a low rumble and built into earth-shaking tremor as she screamed out in pleasure. Kaia continued her assault on Aphrodite's pussy until the entire temple shook like the stormy sea. Kaia released Aphrodite as her orgasm subsided.
With satisfaction on her face Aphrodite stood and drew Kaia to her feet. She placed another kiss of pure passion on Kaia's succulent lips then turned and moved back to where she first appeared.
"Should you need me," Aphrodite said with love in her voice, "for guidance or pleasure, simply return to the temple and call on me."
She blew a kiss to Kaia and in another blinding flash the immense statue had returned in place of the Goddess. Kaia sank back down to the floor, basking in the glow of divine radiance from her exchange with Aphrodite. She sat there for quite some time before she finally rose and exited the temple, ready to offer her pleasure, her body and her soul to those who would desire her in Aphrodite's realm, from her new home of Corinth.
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Friends With Benefits
Big Red
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She walked into his apartment knowing what she wanted to do. She wanted him...Badly. She could almost imagine the feel of his mouth on her neck. Exquisite.
They walked to the living room, and sat down on the couch. Alexis reached for the remote, turning it onto the music stations. "Is Alternative good?" She asked Eben.
"It's great," he replied.
"I'm...I'm really glad that you came over here, Eben. You're my best friend...You know that?"
"Yes...And you're mine," Eben said, wrapping a trunk-like, protective arm around her slender frame. She melted into his arms, enjoying the close embrace. She felt her face flush with color and warmth. But, would he take the hint?
His hand slipped up and down her back. He gently caressed her shoulders, running his fingertips down to the small of her back, trailing little circles on the soft skin beneath her shirt. She could feel her heart beat sharply in her chest, and she dug her fingers into his shirt as she pressed against him tightly.
She pulled back for a second, and looked into his beautiful eyes. One eye the color of the sea; the other the color of the night sky. Alexis could almost lose herself in that stare...
Was it her imagination, or did his face just inch closer to hers? Who cares, she told herself. Lean in closer yourself and see what he does.
Yes, he definitely moved his head closer...And even closer still...And...
Involuntarily, her eyes closed as his soft lips met her own. She pressed against him, sliding her arms up and wrapping them around his neck. She pushed some of her weight onto him, pressing him against the couch as she kissed him.
His hand still moved up and down her back, though going lower slowly, and farther around her sides.
Before long, she felt his hands touching her breasts. Her nipples stood up, almost as if on command. His fingertips ran slowly over them, and she felt the muscles in her legs quiver to be stretched wide.
She began to grind her body against his, pressing herself hard against his chest as she continued to kiss him. Her tongue rolled along his lips, and traced his teeth as the ball of her tongue ring scraped along, creating a clicking sound.
She took her tongue, and began licking downwards. She lingered on the neckline, tracing each inch with her wet appendage. She leaned back for a moment, grasping his shirt and pulling it high over his head. She rubbed her hands along his chest, feeling his taut, tight muscular structure. He was a fine specimen of a man, six-foot-three and two hundred sixty pounds of pure masculinity.
Alexis leaned down once more, and continued her oral exploration of Eben's chest. Her tongue slid down along the crease in his muscle, then looped around to encircle his nipple. She lingered there, quickly sliding her tongue back and forth over the hairy stub. Eben let out an ecstatic moan, and arched his back some, pressing Alexis on top of him. She slid down between his legs and rested on the floor. She ran her lips up and down the inside of his thigh on top of his pants, and then she reached up to unbutton them. Slowly, she pulled them off of him, but left the underwear on. She resumed her frantic kissing of his thighs, while rubbing his stomach and legs with her hands.
She then reached for his underwear, running her hand up and down his member from it's cottony sheath. She pulled at the side of the briefs, and the complied by falling to the floor.
Again, she kissed the inside of his thighs, though this time brushing her face against his member, and letting her hair fall between his legs, caressing him gently.
Then, suddenly but slowly, she stuck the large prize into her mouth, sliding a full five of it's eight inches into her. Eben grunted as she did, and his muscles twitched involuntarily. It was his first time, but he knew what to expect. He enjoyed her bobbing up and down on his member, and held her head to help her timing. Her mouth was soft but firm, and felt perfect wrapped around his large cock.
Being tall had its advantages, and he bent over slightly, reaching behind Alexis' rear and softly touching the outside of her succulent pussy lips. He ran his fingers around the outside, and then slowly slid one large phalange inside of her. He moved it in and out as her back arched against his hand. He could tell she enjoyed it as she moaned around his penis, and her sucking of him became more vigorous.
He lifted her small body, and laid it length-wise along the couch. He was on his knees before her, and he slipped his hand between her legs. She spread them obediently, letting his fingers slide in and out of her. He bent over, and placed his face tightly against her hairy muff. His tongue slid out and onto her clitoris, and she moaned in ecstasy. Quickly he ran the soft, strong muscle against her flower, and she trembled with each passing.
He moved up, and began sucking her breast. He put one leg between hers, so that he was half on the couch. For a minute he sucked and caressed, slowly inching his body onto the couch between her eager legs.
When he was upon the couch, he raised up, gliding his hands south to touch the tender pink flesh of her vagina. He grasped his huge penis, and inserted it into her tight, begging lips. He thrust it in evenly, slowly, smoothly, hard. Deeply, he penetrated her warm flesh. She moaned, and he lied still for a moment, letting her tightness adjust to his manliness. He didn't want to hurt her.
She bit her lip, and began grinding against her, to which he responded in kind. Slowly and deeply, he pressed in and out of her wet lips. He began to speed up slightly, but kept the hard pounding of her flesh. She moaned deeply with each inward thrust, as the head of his cock beat against her cervix.
He leaned forward and kissed her face, her neck, as his body rose and fell atop of her. She wrapped her legs around his back, intertwining her feet and locking her body to his as she arched her back against his powerful thrusts. She ran her hands up and down his chest, digging her fingernails into his virgin skin.
He leaned back again, raising her rear from the couch with his arms. The lower half of her body raised, Eben resumed his vigorous pounding. In and out, in and out--she tried to count the strokes, but quickly lost count as she lost herself in the erythematic pulses from between her legs.
She could feel herself tighten against him as he beat his body against hers. It felt perfect.
He slowed, then pulled out entirely. "On your knees, love," he whispered in her ears. She complied, sliding in the floor and laying the upper half of her body over the couch. He came from behind her, and entered swiftly this time. His hands stayed on her hips as he pounded into her vagina more fiercely than before. His thrusts had intent, venom to them. He released her hips and leaned forward, grabbing her shoulders. He could feel himself nearing climax, but didn't want this wonderful lovemaking to end.
As his sudden release, Alexis acted in kind, moaning out his name over and over again as her vagina pulsated against his penis. His thrusts slowed, but were still hard as he pressed into her, draining every last drop of precious semen into her. He pulled out, and collapsed on the floor. Alexis melted into his arms, reaching up to the coffee table to grab a lighter. A joint she had rolled earlier was the reward for the evening. She lit it up, taking a deep inhale of the sticky smoke. She offered the joint to Eben.
"You know," he said, "I think I'll try that...."
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One In Three
Brian Francis Ferguson
All Rights Reserved
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Incest
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Part 1
Place. Hold. Set.
Soft. Closed. Tight.
Length. Breadth.
Depth.
Push. Clutch. Pushing.
Tighter. Harder.
Dry. Big. Give.
In. Warm.
Deep. Drag.
Then deep then drag.
Then deep then drag again.
And again.
"Is this what you want?" her brother, from behind her, stroking.
"mm-mhuh...; more--" like you did them, she said, his sister, naming names.
*****
They sat across from George in a row from left to right, Maggie and their three girls--teenaged and too-true, triplets--his bevy of beauties, his life's share of ladies; his twin sister and their daughters, their bare legs all, crossed right-over-left, his females grinning at him, especially Maggie, and he was fervently grateful to God to be the felled prey in this catfight among his women. Maggie, forty-one and green bikini-ed, still supple and smolderingly mature--he otherwise liked better her broader behind--and The Coup: Eleanor, Bridget, and Gretchen, identical and identically almost dressed in red--strings & a few swatches of fabric, as if wearing only samples of complete bikinis -- three sets of blue eyes and dark brown hair, all ivory white softness and ready heat, they could brood and conform like George, laugh and swear like Maggie, had neither of their parents' innate talent but were intelligent even more so, buying into none of the illusions of culture: sex was what it is, and morality was how you defined it.
*****
George wrote music where he was. He'd listen to the jukebox at the bar, or, at home, to the radio randomly for melodies he wished he had written: jotting down words, phrases, changing whole hooks, verses, and themes to suit his tastes and mood, then incorporate them into guitar or piano--and still more changes--until he'd arranged another's work into something completely different and that he could call his own, as far as copyright laws and awards ceremonies were concerned. Maggie edited his drafts for signs of life and marketability. They then together sang and harmonized and further arranged the sound until someone'd buy it. They'd always done it this way.
At the house, scribbling, and plinking or strumming through some confusion he'd created, the girls, home from their senior year at prep school--behavioral science & psychology--would take turns gleefully teasing their father with their newfound adult bodies and wiles, boldly wandering by in underwear that hardly qualified--waiting on the laundry, or for their hair to dry--and have a seat sideways in his lap, swinging an arm around his neck, setting their breasts under his nose and giving his lap a little grind--' hi daddy, whatchya doin', how's it goin'?' Maggie could see this, and was as much amused by her own small jealousy as she was by her Georgie's helplessness--what could he say? ' I'm hard-up for my daughters--make 'em stop' ?
While developing their undergraduate dissertation, it's thesis was still unclear; any one of the girls alone wouldn't dare their father for exploratory sex, but as a group--The Coup, each alternately boss or baby-doll in their secret, fluid hierarchy--the three of them could brave their ambitions and gang-up on daddy, objectively reasoning through and rationalizing, even justifying, their ambush as scholarly and clinical, however sexually charged: ' He wants to fuck us: what's it like to let him...to want to let him? Bad?--it's our idea...why? -- we're entitled to him... and he's got no real problem with it--Oedipus wanted to screw his mother, but did his mother half mind the attention?' They'd write the paper collaboratively, purportedly as pure theory, interviewing only each other and limiting their research to just the one sex act--his fetish--that daddy'd not refuse and would preserve their virginity in the traditionally strictest sense. They'll have changed the names and would deny everything, having since destroyed their notes.
At least that's how they'd sell it to mom; Maggie'd know better, but would appreciate the lie.
*****
George was downstairs in the studio, where he'd be for the evening, so when Maggie came in on them in the den, it was now just the four females sitting around loopy and b.s.ing in that honest way the cold-sober cannot--the girls passing the joint and a drink to her as usual, Maggie having had to hang up her 'mommy hat' a year or so ago; the girls had killed the video though, in mid-scene, when they had heard her at the door, and so it appeared they had been just hanging out in the quiet.
Talk of anything else, as always, became talk of sex--revealing, and, among themselves, comfortable and funny: they agreed masturbation was never awkward--we don't make mistakes with ourselves--and their mother confirmed for her young daughters that a good fuck was always great, the virgins weren't wrong to dream of it.
"We've got porn" they offered, and their mother thought this would be good: what did her daughters think hot?
The flick resumed where it had been stopped, the two young people thrown in action. Maggie recognized her Georgie first, then a moment later the room--this room--and though she hadn't watched the home movie in years, when the blondie he was sodomizing looked up, it would be her.
And then there she was, in all her glory: her face red, splotchy, and her eyes unseeing, wildly looking inward at all her brother was doing behind her and her voice loud and inarticulate, out of control and a string of drool swinging from her lower lip--a pure performance and no act, this was huge and she was into it.
The Coup watched their mother watch; for a sure minute, Maggie observing her early self and making it plain she wouldn't shy from this surprise. She paused the video, finally, rather than quit it -- all quiet and she and her twin brother a still blur as if caught in mid-air: boyish George forward into his tight sister and grimacing with the effort, all strain & tensility; young Maggie's expression hard and as clean as a new dime, steely and exact; cheap awe and sweet misery, their hair everywhere -- a poster of the girls' parents at their best worst.
Maggie turned to her daughters; she didn't often blush.
"So. What's this about?" She really couldn't say, but was not that surprised when they told her--she suspected more to their flirting than mere tease; as were their parents, the girls always meant what they said and did what they meant.
Some discussion, then all understanding and belief, after a time, and so the girls put on the movie again, their parent's private archive; drinking beer, getting high, and Maggie and her daughters watched uncle dad despoil aunt mom in the ass--seventeen years ago as now, illegal in all of Western Civilization, and, in the privacy of their domicile, the law not allowed to prove it.
"I'll supervise" she consented, and Maggie confided in them things that even the video didn't reveal, and her daughters confessed some of their darker needs and curiosities, and they lowered the volume so they wouldn't have to speak over the shrieks of the young woman onscreen.
*****
The girls crouched listening at their parents' door that next evening, so far only the mist of light from a dim lamp inside--wordlessly joking and speculating, eavesdropping for telltale talk and sounds: lengthy, low-spoken debate from within the bedroom, and then no talk and some small motions for awhile; then more agreeable speak and a moment of broader movement about: one of the stout straight-back chairs, missing from the dining room, dragged to the center of the floor, then nothing.
George and Maggie, the girls knew, would never really get over themselves. Distrustful of their own intent, they were sometimes afraid of what they were and what each really wanted of the other--he, sure he was only an incestuous shit keeping his pretty sister hostage, and she, just a brother-luvin' slut using his weaknesses to her advantage; he'd poke her too hard so she would bite him, she'd scratch him so he would make her swallow too much; he'd spank her, she'd hit him--he'd force her so she would fight him and she'd fight him so he would force her, and rough sex was just their own lovesick way with each other.
Though more was expected, the girls still started at the first sharp cracks--no voices yet, just the irregular flat smacks of big flesh; the girls knew of the paddle and the handcuffs--and then the spanks coming steadily, faster, and finally their mother's calls for more, demanding, as aggressive as was their father's swing of the wood.
But not always.
Some evenings, their parents would retire early and not be seen or heard from again until the late news, reemerging after a couple of hours all sheepish smiles and unspoken satisfaction and affections--happily and not a mark on either of them, tranquil and pleased with their simple lovemaking, if a little embarrassed with their easy joy. The girls'd remark ' good?' , smirking, and George'd just say, "yes. very good, thank you" period, and he meant it, and the discussion was over, and he meant that too.
No sounds, suddenly, from behind their parent's door, and in the brief quiet the girls caught themselves gasping in the still of the dark hallway. They heard whispers, their daddy's, telling, to mommy, then, no less shattering than the spanking, their mother's voice in the grave groan of penetration where it always hurt, if even a little; the girls were new, it would be a lot.
They then began overhearing themselves referred to, breathlessly, by their mother, each in succession:
"--...you gonna deep-ass Ellie...?"
"--and jam-fanny Gretchen...?"
"--and fuck-butt Bridgie... this faa-asst & haar-arrd...?"
the sounds of their daddy's sodomy of mom more vigorous with each mention of his daughters' names; he was thinking of them.
The girls slipped back across the hall and watched their parents' bedroom from their own, staring at the closed door as though seeing through it: varying noises, randomly urgent and relaxed, only the girls' names and vulgar associations were intelligible, but all as understood as if living it.
The nightly news was flickering in the corner when Maggie stepped robed into their bedroom without knocking and handed her daughters a quart jar of what looked like spoiled egg whites; globules hovered throughout and it was still hot and gross with life.
"It took three times to fill it; now drink up" a pearl of which caught in their mother's hair, another drop glistening from her face.
Bridget passed the jar to Gretchen who unscrewed the lid and took a sniff; it smelled like nothing they'd experienced and exactly like fresh sperm.
Gretchen communicated some courage to her sisters, then took the first foul swallow: her father's produce slid liquid like a slug down her throat and made her eyes water; Bridget and Eleanor followed suit, sewer-warm mouthfuls of the starch apiece, then George's potent virility swimming fertile in all his daughters' stomachs. Maggie hurried the girls to choke back the jarful without pause.
"Did you fake?" asking their mother, regarding the home movie, the orgasms.
"It was real."
"So we'll cum." A question.
"Dirty-talk helps; I'll give him the go-ahead."
"He's so cute, all shy and shit" a safe, familiar tool: he loved his girls, and they knew it, and he was bothered with himself, and they knew that as well, gleefully so; Maggie warned them of what to expect from their father, detailing the moment they'd be at his lust's mercy, when she'd just let them bear its brunt, as she had -- their first week back in class, if they weren't careful, sporting a stitch and a hemorrhoid pillow--and they were less cavalier with their folly.
"Oh, were going to do this, ladies" Maggie ruled. She tossed them a towel. "Have this with you," and nodding toward the empty jar, "you'll need it afterwards--the first of you, especially."
*****
"You know you'll like it, so lighten up" Maggie said, while the girls laughed in peals at their father's fake if-requisite hesitance. He was glad for the glass in his hand; he'd need to be liquored-up. It was three evenings later, allowing chaste time for the girls to get anxious and for their daddy to replenish, a day for each daughter. George still appeared the worse for wear after the other night: fingernail scratches striped his throat and shoulders, and he wore a lump over one eye where Maggie had at one point clocked him--when he was pinning her to the mattress, he thinks. George wore her marks as an announcement, a display of his worst character; but though the girls hadn't forgotten their mother's wails, his points scored on her however stayed secret, her warmed-over tushie and torn hole a matter between only them. Maggie knew no such guilt; she would not be ashamed of what she let George do to her--it's private, but not shameful.
"It's not always about you, daddy" the middle one, Eleanor, added. "C'mon daddy, do us" to the left of her, Gretchen, and "--yeah, we've been bad girls" from the right, Bridget, and then more amusement.
Maggie had dropped by the porn store earlier in the day. One of three bottles of designer sex oil she had bought for tonight lay to her right in the folds of the clean towel--left to themselves, her daughters would have just dug up some Vaseline or Crisco. Maggie told the girls to choose which flavor they'd prefer, and they had asked what difference did it make, tonight was about anal sex. Their mother told them that they would also be doing some oral and that it wouldn't be foreplay--they'd have other tastes to contend with. They decided on banana, liking the innuendo. Bridget asked if there had been cucumber.
"--and what, no oak?"
"--or steel?" Ellie and Gretchen chiming in.
George sat slouched on the sofa, his robe open and his prick reaching almost to his chest. The girls walked over to him and stood shoulder to shoulder with their hands behind them, as if each bringing him a small present, eyeing his big dick all giant for them.
"No hard feelings..." she said, and Ellie handed him another drink, scotch & ice. "For before."
Bridget handed him a cigarette--pot -- and said, "For after; save some, we may both need it" and she winked.
Preemptive peace offerings, George thought. He felt better. Maggie wasn't let in on this stunt, and then realized they'd all be alright; especially the girls, but even she.
Gretchen waited; Maggie could see she held nothing. The girls looked at each other, then back at daddy. She then put out her hands, palms-up, empty: "No condoms; for during" and George chuckled, thinking this clever of his girls--and honest--and expecting them to be as pleased with their smart wit; but they just smiled warmly at him and went back to their mother for further direction, turning from him and sashaying away the mere few steps for all they were worth.
It seemed a shame: three small red triangles, at eye-level and accentuating more so than concealing perfect orbs of soft fat--the kind of ideal derrieres a few lucky women keep naturally, not a day of sun or exercise to their credit--his daughters' lazy round fannies; but no doubt other men would one day have these very beauties, and he might as well be first.
"Line up, girls."
George disrobed; now the only one of them wholly exposed, he finished his initial drink, then began downing the second. Maggie stepped up close, handing him the sex jell and touching his erection.
"I know what you like," an aside, off the record, "--go easy on them", and a reminding smile, gentle and warning; she and her brother were long friends with a surgeon down the block sympathetic to their ' arrangement' ; he'd treated Maggie in the past, but had made George watch.
The girls flipped coins, and three dimes spun in the air alike until coming to rest to single out one: two heads and a tails--establishing who would go later, and who was to get done now. "Strip, Bridgie, and bend over" and she was naked and knelt over on the couch before she was sure being first meant she had won.
George pulled at himself behind her, oiling and polishing his cock, splashing lubricant between them, then began on Bridget abruptly enough--plunging and corkscrewing his fingers to the knuckles less gently than he could of, jamming the flavored Go-Glide up her butt and then his thumb hooked into her and tugging all around. After enough of this, Bridget thought her father'd put his fist between her buns, until she felt him affix his hands--both hands--to her hips while the force in question remained in place.
Then proceeded.
"ow" as if maybe that's all it would amount to. Then "*ow*" again, not caring who knew and this being only the beginning. George closed in on his daughter's ass: "ow-ow-OOOWAAAH" ever more pushing to a point, then constant pressure and holding. "Breathe, Bridgie" Gretchen & Eleanor cooed to their sister, coaching, and Bridget continuing to yell; as she was sure he couldn't be fit in, that they'd have to try something else, her father's lap then smacked flush to her seat--the big stretch and a sudden pound less of available space within her--and her buttfuck was fast underway, already a good number of full strokes in front of her grasp of it happening.
A last clipped shout from her, and a brief, trembling silence--Bridget plainly doggy-style and her father square behind her, George well ploughing as he had her mom in the home video--then crazed hollers & squalls, Bridget baying to her sisters for help, that she couldn't take it though he'd delivered to her by then already another dozen in as many seconds, the first fast moments of 20 more minutes the whole of which she'd remember as individual strokes: pack-slap, pack-slap--her buns shaken in short, jarring waves and as hard a ride as she would ever know, Gretchen and Eleanor witnessing this power-sodomy of their sister as well as their own fate.
This was their daughters' show: romancing & affectionate, the free girls worked-up the one getting railed with improvised fuck-speak, two sisters buoying the burdened third with lusty reminders of their purpose to bask in this banging, her hole getting cored, and to prove it with an orgasm--wallowing in the very twistedness of it all as a spotlight on the sheer sex of each thrust felt: dragging back & forth at her rectum, every inbound a ballooning rush inflated high inside, every outbound as forgiving as a good shit--until their slight frames shook and pussies would cream as no masturbation could effect. Maggie stayed an audience of one, an uninvolved authority, and her brother, George, the father of these girls of hers, a trustworthy prop of which to make crude pits of his daughters' novice bottoms.
George blew a soak of protein up Bridget's ass, then withdrew, and turning his daughter around he eased into her mouth and encouraged her to spend a minute longer doing what she hadn't counted on and was of no empirical merit; a resigned minute of cleaning up the spermy, bowel-juice mess of own insides off her father's prick for her sister next in line--he'd have to re-lube for Gretchen, Bridget having left her father's prick sterile of all but her saliva; and finished off, her backend limp & spent as a used condom, an understated ' ...wow' was all she could say, mopping her buttcrack of trace bleeding and gouts of purged sperm.
Gretchen had made a bed of the sofa cushions and was curled tight on all-fours, looking straight at the floor, her hair spilling around her head and hiding her face; pulling one cheek wide aside while gouged & poked, having seen Bridget so prepared without fanfare, Gretchen knew of her father's fingers first probing, then his thumb pulling, and at last his hands placed and not his fist pushing; she'd soon feel he was elbow-deep into her, and she put her hand back beneath her to hold fast to the floor. George looked down his daughter's back, seeing her spine a ridged arch, her body a hard curvature of young muscle doubled-over & stone-solid, though her flourishing hips swelling round from her waist betrayed a burgeoning maturity--his girls not-so ahead of themselves, their bodies not yet all-woman but their greed not at all a child's; he pitched hard into her--a wet creak and a brunt pat at her seat, like fucking a rock of flesh--her rectum swallowing whole his complete meat in one vast gulp.
Force-adjusted, it was Gretchen now loud for her sisters--for more kisses and caresses, reinforcements of any sort -- and George spread his daughter's pretty buns as far as they'd part to watch her soft hole clutching and smoothly hooping in & out with every stroke of his prick and the brown-pink froth foaming at the edges of her anus, the same broth of which he'd made Bridget suck him clean. Gretchen squatting froggy, low and her knees drawn up under and wide aside her, her buns boldy pointed at her father's crotch and leading with her rectum, like her mom in the island layout and living the photo's design, bare-assed and being butt-pumped, the contrast between her daddy's great gnarled sausage dividing her raw muffins and all-opening her as he had mom when she was her age, cannon-firing his cock solid up her butt--explosion, recoil, and explosion again, spit bubbles and cooze, wet at both ends and her ass blasted for half-again longer as had her sister endured--and Gretchen then felt lumps of hot paste adhere to her insides, her daddy's spillage flushing through her, an organic slick that'd take all night to drain off.
And then Eleanor, on the floor as well, but lying face-down over one of the sofa's large throw pillows, more restful and in for the better part of an hour, her father's knees planted to either side of her hips and his ankles hooked over her legs, behind her knees and holding her immobilized and pinned in place; no prolonged push until he was let inside, as he had been with Bridget & Gretchen, his weight carried him into her just as she was readying to be entered and before her yell reached her throat, no more unbearable but less gradual the discomfort: a rigid pause, waiting for air, George already stroking through his daughter, and then a howl from her she thought stopped long before it did, nailing Eleanor to the floor through her fanny, sodomizing heavier the third of his daughters, drilling and feeling her squirm under him, she as if in search of an easier way to get fucked up her soft ass: ten whole inches of play along the length of her father's cock and none of it free of its girth--3 inches wide and all too thick, whether shallow or shockingly deep.
Eleanor was then knelt upright by her father, his hands clamped atop her shoulders: she could be seated no further down than her ass squashed flat, was let no more up than within an inch of out, then forced at the shoulders for the wide ride back into place; he'd manage only a smear of semen inside the last of his daughters and he'd make the most it, driving hard, leveraging her whole body onto him. Bridget & Gretchen knelt in front of Eleanor as she was bounced pogo-motion from behind, and Gretchen ventured too-affectionate smooches of her face and neck--for both their sakes, Ellie's titties jumping and jiggling--and Bridget reached under Eleanor to finger her pie.
Gretchen looked over at her, and Bridgie blushed, uncertainly smiling back at her sister, though her fingers softly remaining inside Ellie and getting results; Gretchen kissed Bridget on the lips--nicely lingering, entwining tongues, both discovering this would do until the boys their age grew up--now grinning easily again at each other, and then at Eleanor: goodwill & consent all around, and Bridget as sweetly smooched Eleanor in the same manner, their father still absorbed with reaming-running-roughshod up Ellie's ass, and Gretchen put her fingers between Bridget's legs. The girls they then all three looked over at Maggie; she'd at some point poured herself a large tumbler of wine and had been quietly seated off to the side, having a smoke, observing the action. She suddenly got their message and rolled her eyes and laughed, deeply blushing herself, and just said ' ...ok' , and then as cheerfully nervous as her daughters, "--tomorrow night."
All got their remarkable mention--Bridget, taking the first, biggest load, an entire pint enema; then Eleanor getting the last, longest ride, 40 minutes; and Gretchen, a good portion of both and set to her choice of music--throbbing, bass-heavy rhythm and a free-form vague poetry, the drive of the tempo rather than the songs' simple messages: electro-botic / techno-botic mechanical & dispassionate music you could attach your own meaning to because all it did was feel good.
Sofa cushions and an oversized pillow were arranged on the floor in a make-shift bed, and the four women stood around it nervously milling among each other naked and giggling, drinking wine and playing slap & tickle, feeling each other up and comparably remarking on their body parts--their breasts & nipples, their legs & butts, the girls admiring of Maggie's big tits and sumptuous ass, and Maggie nostalgic for a time when she was as youth-lean & limber as they and without stretch-marks--and trying to figure who should go first and how to go about it.
George sat present almost as naked as the women, wearing only a bathrobe, though he was not expected to be needed. "Gretchen; then Ellie, then Bridgie" he finally said, deciding for them, and so they agreed.
Gretchen lay back onto the cushions, one knee up and the other less-so & askew, her body propped as if she were at rest with a good book; Maggie lay flat on her tummy, her face nestled close between her daughter's spread legs and they arranged their hair behind their ears and said things between them only they could hear and giggled some more and generally did nothing--Maggie's head up close and her hand firm on Gretchen's thigh, high and inside, either holding her open or holding her off--neither of them sure of when to begin.
Straight women eat pussy with a sweet uncertainty: if reciprocated, they'll do it with little persuasion--it's ok and ok to like it, they all secretly know--but they're afraid they shouldn't: women don't feel less feminine when they play gay, but straight men just don't want to be girls.
They hesitated to quit chatting, both keeping Maggie's mouth busy with talk, but after a minute they were quiet, Maggie looking up her young daughter's belly at her and Gretchen looking down her front at her mom, and they knew it was time. Maggie gave an exploratory kiss of the girl's downy muff.
"...please--maggie?" Gretchen grinned at her mother, and they both felt less weird --two women now, rather than, more specifically, parent and child.
Maggie lowered her mouth onto her daughter's vagina, and then began lapping at her girl's soft pussy--tentatively at first, not having ever before eaten pie, then more hungrily, as if starving, and being a woman herself knowing to emphasize the girl's hard clitoris -- and after a few both short & infinite minutes Gretchen so-newbie-soon cumming an orgasm that arched her spine from the floor, her body bridged between her feet and shoulders and leaving her hung suspended in one lengthy spasm of locked muscles anchored at her mother's mouth, then Maggie fed considerable swallows of girl-syrup of which her own she'd before had only tastes.
Maggie had been hearing mouth sounds not her own and looked over her shoulder from Gretchen's crotch to see Eleanor & Bridget taking turns deep-throating their father about as well as could be expected of beginners: gagging at 7 inches, then retreating back to the top 3 and sucking hard, then descending again, choking, and then letting the other have another go at it. Eleanor took the moment to trade places with her sister at their mother's mouth, Bridget now taking throat-fulls of her father's meat way-past her tonsils.
The other girls' slurps & gurgles ceased, and then there were squeaks & shrieks, Eleanor squirming at her mother's mouth, and glancing back again, Maggie now saw Gretchen in her father's lap straddling him, her face hidden at his neck and his hands at her slip-of-a-waist, her ass perched high atop his cock and wriggling her hips ever forcibly lower onto him--then cramming her cunt full-all of George that she couldn't get down her throat, and then feeling Bridget waiting behind her until she was through her hymen, and start pushing, noisily straight-arming the vibrator up her sister's ass while she tried to work her way down, giving her as too-much too-soon as her was all her strength, venting her lusts until it was her turn for something.
Irregular pulse & creaks were soon the slap-slap pace of pressed flesh, near-foot long leaps & plummets of hard-wide travel, Gretchen's buns mashing George's balls, the girl in a heat and in pursuit of the first orgasm that she'd come by honestly, the last of her virginities a smear of pink painted at her father's groin; Eleanor made her mother's face a shiny frosting of her own writhing lesbian-esque lusts, then crawled out from under Maggie's mouth for her turn to climb aboard George and begin the same labored descent as had Gretchen.
Bridget hastily aligned herself under her mother's face, her thighs bracketing her mother's blond head, and Maggie saw little of the timidity in her that was of either of her other two daughters' --she'd spent the last hour in the midst of her sisters' sexing, and was by now wild to be sexed as well: some breath and a touch of tongue, and Bridget immediately began a slow writhe and groaning loudly, exhibiting none of the shy preface of her sisters. Maggie drank and lapped deeply from her daughter's crotch, her grown-girl's vulva fat and enflamed, her vagina an already hot and bothered bowl brimming with girl-soup, and Maggie caught up with her daughter's ready impatience 20 seconds after beginning and in time for her too-soon dam-break, and she spent another half-hour and 2 climaxes more with Bridget to allow for her to settle and for Eleanor to finish with her business with George.
Eleanor lay back again, beckoning Gretchen, and she climbed atop her sister, slowly swinging a leg over Ellie's head and squatting onto her face, and she in turn bringing a knee behind Gretchen's neck, urging her head between her legs, each as firmly securing the other.
The camera was still watching, seeing all at once: on the sofa, now Bridget sitting astride her father, leaned into him and hugging his neck, her face pressed to his shoulder, jumping her haunches down & up and grunting and pumping vigorously in pursuit of her own piece, her pink rectum puckered and straining out as if for a kiss; and on the floor, Gretchen & Eleanor lying at odds, over & under, and their faces curtained behind their hair and hidden between the other's thighs, their bodies rubbing and rocking at opposites and their heads bobbing at crotch.
And Maggie, observing her family, now resting laid back in the lounger with her knees over the armrests, feeling her girls' fluids a thin transparent mask drying on her face, and half-wearing one of the robes draped off her shoulders and her legs wide divided, leisurely petting herself until it would be her turn, her daughters' flavors a still fishy presence.
Gretchen & Eleanor were soon locked together in climax and crying out muffled into each's muff and Bridget shook & twitched at what remained of her orgasm, her last stabs at herself slow & savoring, her smell wafting up her front between her and her daddy as if any further evidence was necessary.
Bridget unimpaled herself and the sisters scrambled into place, the three girls gathered kneeling between their father's open legs, his daughters fondling his large balls and coaxing his erection with the wet warmth of their mouths in a kind of musical chairs--or Russian Roulette, each chancing his ejaculate last or first.
Gretchen and Bridget and Eleanor shared their father's cock among themselves, servicing him a minute apiece for ten minutes more, and it was Eleanor then, leaning in again for yet another mouthful who took the first facial: a hot spew sharp as it was startling -- then from right to left, Eleanor, Bridget and Gretchen, George distributed his load evenly over his daughters' awaiting faces, their eyes closed tight and their father spunking into their open mouths and across their bright delight, bullets of sperm and their startled laughter a giggly amusement and his opaque half-pint dripping thick from their chins--their daddy's ejaculate sweeping across their cheeks and brows and lips, a spray of semen spewing onto their looks, grey-white sludge hosing down his daughters' fresh complexions with his cloudy broth and splashing his girls' bright faces awash in their father's glaze--sticky strings and strands strung in their hair and between them and striping their faces and foreheads in gooey crosshatches and interconnecting the trio in a wet web of their daddy's byproduct, the girls unselfconsciously laughing at the common mess that bound them.
The girls affectionately licked clean each other's faces of the gluey-white with the same care and fun absurdity as they'd as children once given themselves makeovers and applied makeup. Gretchen then lay over Bridget and they made short work of munching each other's muffs--Eleanor now servicing her mother seated wide-open in the lounger, and after she'd made Maggie, Gretchen stepped into place for her share, and before Bridget could sit up Eleanor as well took a seat over Bridget's mouth. Within an hour, the three girls, The Coup, would end up all converging on their mother at once as hyenas do easy prey--Maggie welcoming her daughters' tongues & touches, their devouring of her as a blasphemous worship as is perfect all prayer.
The five of them would repeat this circus another night--soon and less formally, just for fun and their research moot--and then the girls'd be at ease enough with what was happening to cum unassisted; no one makes friends their first day at school, and it'd take another session before they'd be that chummy with being buttfucked. The three would spend the rest of the evening sitting sore and mushy from the waist back and saying into a voice-recorder everything they could think of regarding their ideal ordeal.
The Coup returned to school the following week and their classmates, virgins and vixens alike, sensed the change in them: their calm and confidence and focus--the three girls admitted to nothing one way or the other but found themselves respected nonetheless, if not a little feared.
*****
As it turned out, the paper would take years to write, it's thesis evolving to include their whole dynamic: all the lesbianism among themselves, and that time with their mother and the ensuing hetero-sex with their father--more than just the one buttfuck. They were home again on break from university, now 19 and sophomores, and nothing had happened, at least as a family, on any of their previous visits since that time two years ago; they'd been regularly doing each other queer in their dorm rooms, but no dick. The girls had seemed really, really glad to see their folks on the drive home from the airport--the five of them crowded into the back of the limousine, there were many more ostensibly accident, lingering touches & squeezes of curves and crotches and a bulge than excited chat and close proximity could excuse--and now two days into their visit Maggie sensed her daughters' would not wait long: today it was early afternoon, and she had just got back from an errand to the bank, having deposited yet more royalties.
Indeed, before her key was in the door she could hear the knock-knock-knock against a far wall within. Inside, a voice loudly accompanied the pounding and she saw Bridget and Gretchen lounging in the main room with wine-coolers, the sisters dressed in nighties too flimsy to be warm and too sexy to be comfortable--in the middle of the day and in line for their turn--and from her daughters' bedroom the violent sound of a third young woman shrieking to her daddy to do her harder, faster.
Bridget approached her mother with a drink for her, smiling, closing the front door behind her and bolting it:
"Hi mommy" not as a child, kissing her mother's lips, gently, and shooting her some tongue, and Maggie as jazzed by her daughters' strength and assuredness as was George by her own; the sisters were ferocious regarding each other's welfare, but with the most satisfying appetites they knew often came necessary harm: it was Ellie getting banged and it would soon be another of her girls, and then the other, because this is what they wanted--and too this girl-love also, her daughters aggressing sex on her as well; it blew her away and they could go out to the theater another night.
"We've missed you" said Gretchen, as sweetly, honestly licentious; they were older and wanted some alone-time sex, with their mother too while another was alone with their father. "Daddy thought we should wait..." elsewhere her sister's voice desperate , begging him to spare her nothing, "--but Ellie was insistent."
Maggie let herself into her daughters' bedroom for a peek and saw all she'd been hearing: their backs to her, her brother--her man and his scrawny shanks hauling into a lush, younger spread--their daughter on all-fours in front of him and the girl's hands pressed to the headboard as they repeatedly beat marks into the wall with the small bed; an empty jar of Vaseline lay discarded aside them. Maggie stepped toward this salt-raw incest and put an arm over George's shoulder, observing, and he slowed his pace to address her--evenly, deliberate, his prick pistoning in & out of the girl's rectum like a machine on idle.
"...there's still the other two..." he told his sister, his lover, the mother of this daughter of his of whom he was sodomizing.
"I know; we'll be busy ourselves" and leaning down to tell her daughter, "--save some for your sisters; they're waiting." Eleanor had only the breath to grin back at her, but then managed "--save some of you for me."
George brought his hand off the naked asscheek of a nineteen-year-old girl he was presently having ass-sex with to place it over the bluejean-ed butt-round of an older woman who would never be this fresh again, and looked up at her as if it were all the same: she knew he hadn't forgotten her and that first time, that very first time--when they were sixteen, before the video, before they dared touch each other again, and had done this very thing so badly in that motel room so very long ago and far away in their experience, and it was still something sweet between them because they had both cried afterwards--kids folded in each other's arms and scared at the mess they'd made of their emotions and the only bed they could afford; they'd stayed close the whole night, sleeping together in the middle of the wet spot of their blood & semen and God didn't hate them.
Maggie bent down and kissed her young lady's bum, adding a hungry love-bite and a pat of her quim:
"Don't hurt yourself, baby."
"uh-huh..." she delighted to her mother, and George began again big squishes of his daughter's anus with his thrusts and the headboard was again a racket; Maggie closed the door on her way back to Gretchen and Bridget, and overheard Eleanor privately free once more to yell every vile thing she'd ever wanted say about wanting her daddy to fuck her butt while he was fucking her butt and her sisters felt every word of it and started in on their mother in their anxiousness for their moment to say the same.
Maggie let herself be lead over to the couch for a brief sit between her near-naked daughters, and did nothing to assist their quick undress of her--made nude but for her bra & panties, the three of them friendly regarding what was about to happen for the 2nd time in as many years; they removed her bra for whole sucking mouthfuls of their mother's fruits and got her underwear off for a taste of her true flavor, and Maggie lay a leg over their shoulders each, drawing both her daughters' faces between her thighs nearer from where they came almost twenty years ago and ever feeling their tongues crazily soft & electric in her increasing wetness. To her right, as yet unmentioned and still colorfully boxed in its cardboard and bright cellophane, lay a ridiculously huge dildo she knew to be no novelty gag: "14 inches long! 4 Inches Wide!" if not for the straps & buckles it should have been only a joke. Next to it, less significantly, lay the girls' regular aid, just the standard six inches, built for pleasure rather than as a test of one's mettle, its wear apparent.
Eleanor would step-in for Bridget, limping bow-legged and dripping from their room and falling into place between her mother's thighs, and it would next be Bridget's shouts and bed-wrecking for forty more minutes so soon after the door was closed. And then, again finally, Gretchen from the other side of those walls, alternately losing breath and screaming for greater depth and speed as her ass was pushed to swallow meat she could hardly hold for a last squirt of sperm where it didn't belong.
The family regrouped in the main room, the girls collected on the couch close to their mother and George seated in the lounger, all of varied post-coital flush and the gargantuan sex toy still lying in wait unexplained. George drank beer, his bald cock fat and exhausted in his lap, and sensed he would be audience again to something among his women; the females spoke only with their eyes and smiles and slight motions and adjustments--to George as well, but becoming increasingly involved and inversely less conscious of his watch.
Bridget began un-packaging the synthetic cock--she could have been only unfolding a newspaper, as naturally obvious as they all were nude, but the moment announced itself; she and Gretchen carefully strapped Eleanor into the dildo and it didn't matter that it was initially she who would first do their mother--the tool half-again larger than was her brother, this hard-rubber mass would be way-big up Maggie from all her girls regardless of who went at her first. Maggie would not kid herself--this was very suddenly about to be very much not about sex; she had been through this before with her brother.
Bridget and Gretchen took their mother by the hand, and Maggie let herself be lead by her two daughters to be positioned on her knees & elbows for her third, the giant fake-dick unwieldy bobbing between Eleanor's legs in counter-tempo to the feminine swish of the girl's hips. Maggie sensed her brother about to come to her rescue--he could be so clueless, but he did love her so, she smiled to herself; all he had, including their daughters, was as a result of her--and she waved him off with a small move of her hand and a nod; so much for him cleaning-up his act, George sat back down and lit a cigarette and took a long swig of more beer.
An act of invasiveness and dominance performed with such slow gentleness--if the girls were any more considerate it wouldn't be buttfucking at all--despite it all from all-three of her grown-girls, a seemingly endless stretch of love as effort: dispelling all guilts and shames and self-consciousness with this mutual humility, these four women hugging crumpled upon each other and locked in a embrace so as to hold them all together, this sodomy of mother by daughters a loving chore for both; the girls couldn't have been more tender with their mother had they been shampooing her hair--the softness in their eyes, their expressions, penetrations as if deep caresses, a massage as careful as so monstrous an assfucking could be managed, the struggle to not lose ground as great as that to progress.
It had been years since Maggie was tight enough to be overwhelmed; her brother could still sting her fanny, but hard, regular practice had reduced unbridled trauma to a surprise that always, but only, caught her a little off-guard. George always liked that she'd never quite get used to it.
And so Maggie hid nothing this afternoon as well--curled on all-fours, she lay her head alternately in each of her daughters' laps and held them tight about their waists as firmly as she herself was held her in place, a second girl comforting & caressing of their mother as the third plowed at her with the forever-giant mock-prick as does a farm machine dig at the earth--and she would shout and carry-on as the damage warranted; but Bridget and Gretchen and Eleanor had each in turn worn that same expression themselves another evening earlier two years ago -- that feeling from behind of being gutted without having been actually cut -- and the three girls knew that first, tried look: that split-second too late that they'd changed their minds, and then just endlessly enduring until it got better.
As were her daughters still agape, once it was all done--a careful half-hour later, all three girls having done their ten minutes apiece boring-open their mother's anus as was theirs by their father--air rushed fresh up Maggie's bowels as does weather through an open window and while semen still dribbled from her daughters' rectums, and the four women sat in a huddle at the site of their lovely demolition, all four whispering broken-voice and quietly crying to each other as do women when comforting each other & themselves; or not unlike soldiers having survived a battle--we all pretty much work the same way.
George was suddenly very afraid and within seconds of a panic & bolting from this very dangerous alliance of his women, when they all looked at him at once, seeing his fear--smiling at him and half-laughing through their tears, the women beautifully looking back at each other genuinely happy & relived and then looking back again at him, sniffling and wiping their noses and laughing some more--and the females in the room let the lone male know he had nothing to fear, this was not about him.
The family recovered together--remaining naked and casually, lovingly switching out among each other in pairs and threesomes as their desires and energies lead them; they ordered Chinese take-out and made dessert of each other where conventional cream & syrup could be found, listening to the crap that was usual television and drinking wine and getting high and speaking of whatever came to mind and the five of them in no hurry for anything in particular, happily content to simply love and make love as their desires and energies lead them further still.
However much George was ever satisfied again, he would never again be among these four women of his whom he so dearly loved without being somewhat prepared to die.
*****
Maggie had kept just out of reach of her brother's touch, at first playfully, then insisting.
For days after he'd last done the girls she believed she was just letting him rest, renew his juices; at three weeks she knew better but staved him off with promises that this abstinence would make them all the more hungrier for each other, and then nearing a month George knew too she was afraid: crows feet and birth lines--no grown woman, however hot, can be told she's preferable to a teenage girl, let alone three.
He'd finally had enough one evening, untucking her shirt and making plain he would not be put off any longer. He just needed a piece and hers would do, she told him, bringing her shirt back down and trying to step away, refusing him outright; he'd not let go.
"I could call the girls and one would manage to meet with me somewhere" pausing; he had more to say but for one more moment let her continue to think what she was thinking.
"--I was a rite of passage; you they wanted, and so do I" and he tugged her closer.
"Not here" she surrendered, weakly, and leading him toward the bedroom; or rather, out of the den, the light.
As they entered the bedroom, George reached for the low-watt corner lamp they used as backlight.
Maggie gave up. She put her hand atop his, stopping him, not looking at him.
"...please?" she asked quietly, and he let her keep the room dark, the streetlamps outside below their window providing only the dimmest means by which to see. She took the two remaining bottles of Go-Glide from the dresser and held them up for him to choose:
"They're peach and margarita..."
"Neither."
"Okay..." do me dry then; I'll take what I can get. She knew they had coconut oil, but didn't offer it.
Maggie quickly stripped out of her sweatshirt and jeans; she might as well have been alone and in a hurry for a bath. She went over to the bed to peal off her panties, threw her bra aside as if it were dead, and lay face-down on the bed looking out the window at the night--her chest pressed to the mattress and her haunches high in the air, the white moonlight reflecting off her own moons, as if to demonstrate how very cherry she was not. He squared-up to her and quickly did her several times raw in the ass, but she made no noise.
"Is this what you want?" her brother, from behind her, stroking.
"mm-mhuh...; more--" like you did them, she said, his sister, naming names.
He'd not listen to this. George stopped and sat out of her light, next to her and holding her as wide open and kissing and tonguing the gape he'd made. She was beginning to feel worshipped again. He brought the cocoanut oil out of the bedside drawer and pulled Maggie over onto her back. She was meeting his eyes again, watching him trickling streams from her nipples to her knees and drawing circles over her abdomen, her brother anointing his sister with their tradition: cocoanut was their scent for sex, having always reminded them of sweet nakedness, and it went well with sweat.
He massaged the slicks into her pores, in turn lifting her arms to lick & suck her armpits and then her breasts, all the while slowly smoothing his palm over her body and the whole length of her flesh now shiny in the twilight. "This is our thing..." George said, not so much speaking to her, and Maggie not so much able anymore to suppress a smile. They both knew he had won her over and she was now kinda milking it -- it was he who was the moody one, but he promised himself he would from now on baby her regularly; his sister had her base lusts, but sex shouldn't always be play-for-play's-sake: it should on occasion be as dead-serious as something so life-affirming warranted--and they weren't exactly alike: she needed to be cherished and he swore he would remember this. Stupid, he thought himself: he was always cherished by her, in all ways, especially giving herself over to him, for anything--no wonder rough fucks were enough.
George rolled her onto her front and similarly buttered all the length of her other side, particularly relaxing her neck and shoulders, down her back to her waist, curiously skipping over her buns to smooth the backs of her legs; her face turned toward him, she watched him rub her down and thought cute this obvious de-emphasis of his favorite part of her figure; she let him be good to her for a while longer, then pulled a cheek aside inviting him to pour an ounce down her hole--he was being so nice, it's time again; have some cake.
Her brother got behind her again and she drew up onto her hands & knees, this time agreeably and enthused, participatory, and Maggie held ready for the good ramming she knew he at heart wanted to give her.
George instead entered her slowly--gently? this wasn't like him regarding sodomy; by contrast he had been all-downtown with the girls--and pulled her upright so as seating her heavily onto his pole to the hilt and embracing her: no huge strokes and ass-slaps, her brother just had her wholly settle onto his prick to the root lovingly, caressing her breasts and abdomen and softly kissing & whispering to Maggie to not speak, don't move, sweet nothings of how just this was good--just this with her, his so very beautiful sister, was so very good.
And it was all so very lovely for the time; but gradually George was silent also, and it was soon a challenge for them to both be so simply still and quiet.
It was another game, this intercourse left to only squeezes and busses, touching noses over her shoulder and looking closely into each other's eyes--each waiting out the other: ' you go first' , wordlessly, addressing the mute motionlessness with fun stubbornness and both thinking this the other's struggle: ' you go first' , planted, rather than shoveling at her ditch, neither holding the other in place and left to resist their own tendencies themselves without aid of force or restraint: then ( ...), their smiles waning and their expressions deepening, each recognizing their own lusts in the other's look and discovering it was themselves they were trying to outlast, together --
(they shouldn't be doing this at all, ever, not any of the incest they'd indulged in all their lives and with which made a family--an admission of guilt that made it all the better; Maggie liked treating herself to these thoughts: dirty girl--good heart.)
(and his daughters had been ripe and delicate and tight and George had enjoyed them and felt bad for not having felt bad at all; the girls were good with it, so he could afford this. But Maggie was substantive--she brought her whole being into the bedroom; she got him.)
holding back a power of nature as does a dam.
A dirty, increasing tickle--breaking sweat and their minds racing with the building effort to do nothing--then a maddening need to screw and ponies straining at the reins; she began to whimper though didn't speak, and he moaned though didn't move, and their looks beseeching and groping the other for words or means they could run with while their lusts suffocated for fuck--his erection twitching and her sphincter throbbing of their own, neither brother nor sister sure whose pulse was which and their flesh stabbing & gripping for more direct action than their wills would allow.
To fall forward would be to invite thrusts, to surrender; Maggie leaned back without rest against her brother and felt him nearer his relief--locked upright, his chest muscles and thighs and abdomen as relentlessly hard as was his cock stiff in her ass; his body hair, even, seemed erect--and in the slow pre-count of his dry spasms, she made damp his balls with her first fluids, then shuddered and let go her own warm orgasm as he quietly dumped a flow of liquid heat into her, a sunshine flood of semen up her butt as easy-going as a summer Sunday afternoon.
Even soft, there was enough of him for a flaccid six inches to sleep snug inside her; they addressed each other now, finally, with words, the two of them still holding close and still in tandem embrace and whispering each to the one they were so dearly in love with things that needed to be said. After a time, neither having moved from their place at the other, Maggie felt her brother hardening broad again and grow slowly the four remaining inches of his full length back up her bowels, George gently creeping deep back up his sister's bottom again as if being secret.
She leaned forward onto her elbows, her fingers closing over the bed sheets, her white-knuckle grasp a grip of the mattress as if to hold onto the surface of their world no less than her grip of her brother, smiling; he took a hold of her hips as if this fistful of his sister's flesh meant his very life, hearing her smile, smiling as well and glad because of her himself.
*****
Deep. Smooth.
Then deep then smooth.
Then deep then smooth again.
And again.
Slick. Good. Great. Wet.
Fast. Thick.
Driving.
Hard. Wide.
Driving.
Close. Almost. There. Almost.
There.
Slop. Hot. Fill.
And there.
Soak. Slop. Full.
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