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Aphrodite

By: Guru



Kris and I were driving into the woods, to hike to a little-known waterfall a couple miles from the road. Not very many other people frequented it, so we were hoping we'd be alone. Kris loves to get naked outdoors, and the waterfall would be perfect for the hot summer day that was coming.

When we got to the trailhead, there were no other cars there, so we grabbed our pack with our lunch and wine, and headed up the trail. 

As we got further from the road, Kris unbuttoned her shirt, and then tied the tails to keep it mostly closed, which let me slip my hand into it and feel her breasts, which I did every time we stopped for a moment to rest and kiss. We were definitely getting in the mood to have a nice afternoon at the waterfall.

The trail was deserted, so we stopped to kiss, and to slip our hands into each other's clothes frequently. I was in quite an amorous mood once we finally reached the waterfall.

The area around the fall was quite green, with some large, flat rocks covered in moss that made them a little softer than sitting on bare stone.

We threw out our blanket on one of those, and sat down to eat lunch. I took off my shirt and shoes, leaving me wearing just shorts. 

"Go ahead, Kris, you can take off your shirt, too," I said, and gave her a wink. She untied it, and let it fall off her arms, exposing her breasts to the warm sunshine. 

"I'm hungry," she said, "Let's eat lunch before we start anything else."

I grabbed our lunch from the pack. It was just a couple of sandwiches and apples, because we didn't want to get too filled-up at the start of our day. I had a couple of sex toys in the bag, and lube, too, for later.

After we ate, I leaned over to Kris, and pulled her to kiss me. As we kissed, I looked behind Kris, and saw a woman about 100 feet away, walking toward us from the direction of the waterfall. 

I broke the kiss and said quietly, "There's someone here, Kris, coming up behind you." 

She reached for her shirt, to get dressed before the woman got closer. 

I put on my glasses, and could see that she was incredibly beautiful. She was wearing denim cut-offs, cut really short, and a white tank top. She had long, blonde hair, and was of average build, and almost 6 feet tall, I'd guess. Her legs looked really long, with a very light, golden tan.

Once Kris had her shirt on, she turned to look, and then turned back to me and whispered, "Where did she come from? There's no place further up the trail, is there?"

"Nothing that I know of."

She turned to look again, and then turned back to me. "She's really good looking."

"That's an understatement," I reply. 

As she gets close enough to talk to, Kris says "Hi."

I add, "Good afternoon."

She walks up and stops on the trail right next to our blanket, and says "Hello. Beautiful day, isn't it?"

She has the strangest, most exotic accent I have ever heard. It's like a mixture of Russian and Spanish, but I can't place it in a location at all. 

Kris answers, "I love Oregon when the weather is like this."

She looks at Kris, and I can see something in their eyes. There is something intangible crossing between them, I think. 

"Would you like to join us?" Kris asks.

I can hardly believe that she's inviting a beautiful woman to join us, interrupting our planned erotic afternoon.

"I'd love to," she replied, walking over and sitting down between us. 

Kris introduced us, "I'm Kris, and this is my husband Ryan." 

She reached out with her hand toward Kris, "My name is Aphrodite. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kris."

When Kris took her hand, I heard her draw in her breath quickly, then she answered, "It's very nice to meet you, Aphrodite." 

She lingered, holding Kris' hand a bit longer than required, while she just looked into her eyes. Kris returned the look, and I could see definite lust there.

Then she released Kris' hand, and extended her arm toward me, and said "Ryan, you two seem so nice."

When I took her hand, and looked into her eyes, I felt a rush of excitement surge through me. Immediately, I became erect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aphrodite," I managed to say, haltingly.

I could hardly take my eyes off her, and I was so conscious of my cock, now throbbing with my pulse and as hard as it ever gets. My shorts were feeling very constricting now.

She released my hand now, and again looked at Kris. 

Kris asked her, "Would you like something to drink? We have some wine here."

"That would be lovely, Kris."

She handed me the bottle and I uncorked it quickly, and I poured three cups of wine. 

When Kris handed the cup to Aphrodite, their hands touched for an instant, and Kris again gasped quietly.

"Thank you, Kris. You are very lovely."

Kris blushed, and smiled, then answered, "Thank you. You are very beautiful."

I noticed that Kris' nipples were very hard, clearly visible through her shirt. My cock was still pulsing and fully hard. Aphrodite's nipples were also clearly visible, her pink areolae clearly visible through her shirt, with the hardened nipples in their center.

Before she could say anything, I blurt out, "You don't need to lie about me, Aphrodite. I'm an average, old guy with a desk job, and I know it."

She looked at me and said, "There's more to like about a man than that, Ryan."

I felt my cock throb again as her eyes met mine.

She looked back at Kris, and then said, "It's so nice out. Mind if I get more comfortable?"

"Not at all. What did you?" Kris stopped in mid-sentence as Aphrodite quickly pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. 

Her skin is perfect, no tan lines are visible, and her nudity made us both gasp a little.

"You, too, Kris. I saw you earlier. Your breasts would love to get some sun, wouldn't they?"

Kris hardly hesitated, untying her shirt and shrugging it off her shoulders.

I could feel my cock throbbing, still. This was more confusing than anything else that was happening. I'm not a young man, and I just don't respond that way any more. 

"Ryan, your shorts must be very uncomfortable and tight right now. You should make yourself more comfortable, too. For Kris and me?"

I knew more than anything I wanted to be naked immediately, and stood up, pushing my shorts off with difficulty because of my erection.

Kris stood, too, and quickly stripped. She had that look in her eyes that meant I was in for a great time.

She and I stepped toward each other, embraced, and kissed very passionately and intensely. We had both forgotten about our new friend, and everything else as our passion increased.

Suddenly Aphrodite was standing next to us, and we both embraced her. She leaned toward me, and kissed me, and I felt like I would cum any second, the rush of pleasure that washed over me was so intense. Too soon, she broke away, and then kissed Kris, and I saw her knees go weak, and she dropped to her knees and came, loudly moaning and visibly shaking in her climax. 

Aphrodite smiled a wry smile, and looked at me in an intensely sexual way. "Now, it's your turn."

Kris' climax subsided, and she moved over toward me, still on her knees, and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to her mouth. As she sucked, Aphrodite leaned in and kissed me, and the waves of pleasure that washed over me were incredible. Quickly I felt my climax building, and then, I came into Kris' mouth. It seemed that my spasms were stronger and lasted much longer than normal. Aphrodite broke the kiss, and I continued to come into Kris' mouth, the spasms finally subsiding after what seemed like a full minute.

"Lay down, Ryan," Aphrodite commanded. 

Without question, I did immediately. Amazingly, I still had a full, throbbing erection.

Once I was on my back, Aphrodite said quietly, "You should make love to him, Kris."

She smiled, and straddled me, impaling herself on my cock. She began to fuck me with abandon.

Aphrodite straddled my face, and I got a good look at her pussy. She had soft, curly blonde hair growing in a perfect strip above her clit. She lowered herself until I could reach her pussy with my lips, and as soon as I touched her, I felt the waves of intense pleasure again travel through my body. 

Her taste was very exciting. I wanted to lick and kiss every bit of her pussy. In a few moments, Aphrodite began to move on my face as if she was about to cum, and at the same time, I felt Kris begin to come. This set me off, and I had a long-lasting orgasm at the same time as her and Kris. 

After we had come, Aphrodite and Kris exchanged positions. Kris pressed her pussy against my lips, and Aphrodite mounted me.

Amazingly, my cock was still rock hard, and I wanted more. This time, we slowed our pace a little, yet almost immediately I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me that signaled an impending orgasm. 

This time, I could feel the intense energy being exchanged between the three of us as I began to come again. I'm sure that this lasted ten or fifteen minutes, with all of us peaking every minute or so, the climax subsiding slightly, but never quite completely ending.

Then, Aphrodite settled down on my cock, and stopped moving. Kris lifted a little, so I took the opportunity to catch my breath. We were all calming down, though I had to say that I wanted more.

Aphrodite lifted up, and let my cock slide out of her, then reached over for the bottle of wine, and offered it to Kris. "Drink some wine, it will give you energy."

Kris swung her leg over, and sat down, then took a drink of the wine. "Wow, that really tastes good. Is that the wine we brought?"

I sat up and she handed the bottle to me, and I noted the same thing. "It is good. It must be the exercise we just had. That was incredible."

Aphrodite gave us a sly smile, and then stood and said, "This is my gift to you. The wine will restore your vigor, and allow you to last until the sun rises above the horizon tomorrow morning."

She leaned over and gave Kris a long kiss, and said, "It was very nice to meet you, Kris." 

The she pulled my face to hers, and said, "And Ryan, it has been a pleasure," then her lips met mine, and I felt the familiar waves of pleasure course through my body.

She broke the kiss, and, still naked, walked off, saying, "Perhaps we'll meet again, sometime?" She gave a little laugh. 

"I hope so, Aphrodite," I answered.

Kris and I watched her leave, admiring the perfect body that had just given us a most amazing experience.

She turned when she was at a turn in the trail, and said, "Enjoy the gift!" Then she disappeared around a corner of the trail

We looked at each other, then, embraced and kissed, and were soon making love as if we were once again newlyweds. But it seemed that indeed our stamina and passion was increased by the wine, or the memory of Aphrodite, or, something. I didn't lose my erection, nor did Kris have any need of the lube, even though we both came repeatedly during the night. 

Finally, the sun rose over the hill, and we collapsed, and slept in each other's arms.

Aphrodite



The deadline was next week. Alex needed a reasonably good first draft into the committee by then or his tenure would definitely be in jeopardy. His academic career depended upon pulling this off and he wasn't sure it was possible.

The scholarly work is solid. I'm sure of that, he thought. What is missing is proof that the ancient cults have relevance in today's psyche. Furthermore, I am the last person on earth capable of following through on the practical research. Why do I think I can find it here?

He looked at the small SoHo store front. It was not very imposing, two plate glass windows opening to a dark interior, a female mannequin in each window. The right one was posed dressed in a plum colored satin bra, panty and garter belt ensemble with the suspender straps clipped to white mesh stocking. The arms of the doll were set behind the head in a provocative porn star vogue gesture. This time the fishnets were black and thigh hi hold-ups. The face and hair were designed to appear somewhat Goth and the arms cradled a Fender Stratocaster Guitar. The costume had a rougher look, black lace boy shorts and a pink tank top with the store's name printed on the chest, MYTH. Visions of Pat Benetar went through his mind.

And date my thoughts. Pat Benetar? Well, I have to admit, I always got hard listening to her. Now if Peaches had only been around when I was in college... He had heard some of her blatantly sexual lyrics and been told of the eroticism of her shows by a few students. Still, he figured he would look foolish if he pursued any interest in this performer, especially if the faculty committee got wind of it. Damn, getting old was a bitch!

He blinked a few times after entering the store. The darkness of the windows was reinforced by a cubicle painted entirely in black. Only the subdued lighting of the display racks and cases illuminated the interior. It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the lack of light. This was the third time he had been in the store. He first discovered the boutique in San Francisco, quite by accident. That store was just a block off Market Square and he stumbled across it after wandering around the bustling commercial center of the foggy city. When he was told that they had stores in London and New York, he made it a point to visit the latter upon his return. Someday soon he hoped to see the flagship store in London. He wasn't sure why but a gut feeling told him that he may find some answers here.

Alex was seriously depressed. At fifty-five he had been on this quest for a long time. From the onset of puberty he had struggled, studied and devoted himself to a very specific obsession, the goddess Aphrodite. It was late in sixth grade while reading and discussing Greek Mythology for the first time that he encountered the famous goddess of love. The fact that his first glimpse of a color plate illustration of Bottecelli's, "Venus Rising from the Sea" coincided with his first wet dream led him to believe that this female would remain an important part of his life and development. 

He began to read all he could of the mythology. Throughout his schooling she remained his chief interest. He even took Ancient Greek at the university so that he could read about her as close to the source as possible. All through this period he searched for a modern day link to his goddess. He was sure that she and her brother Eros still influenced amorous affairs and that it was only the advent of monotheism that suppressed the ecstasy that the modern world denied itself. It was an ecstasy that he longed for in his own life, one that eluded him despite his devotion to the deities.

He came of age in the early seventies and for a short time he thought that the sexual revolution of that decade was a re institution of an ecstasy cult. He reveled in the freewheeling mores of the time along with most of his generation and saw it all come crashing down around them with the advent of cocaine, crack and AIDS. Before he was mature and experienced enough to truly understand what it was he was searching for, the search became life threatening and even his most liberal minded lovers began to turn toward conservative values that left him cold.

Still, Alex was sure there was value in understanding and maybe even reviving the Aphrodite cult. He saw the goddess in icons of popular culture. Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Madonna all embodied some aspect of the goddess yet each came up short and instilled doubts that he would ever find the object of his worship and attain his own ecstatic desires. Time was running out. The Eros quality that youth had once granted him had faded long ago. So, it was at this point that he abandoned his practical search and chose to try and fulfill himself in scholarly circles. The paper he was now trying to write was necessary not only to his "publish or perish" career track but it somehow had to touch his deep personal belief in the goddess despite all the evidence to the contrary that the modern world heaped against him.

The air conditioning was blasting the space and the contrast with the severe New York summer heat felt good on his skin. He breathed in the pleasant cool air. The combination of cool air and darkness relaxed him quickly.

"Hello, may I help you?"

He was face to face a pair of very red lips framing an impossibly white smile. Looking up he found a pert nose and two very dark brown pools that took his breath for a second. The delightful face was surrounded by a head of silky brown hair that flowed and flowed. Its abundance forced his eyes to leave the delightful face and follow it down the length of a very provocative body. He coerced his eyes back to her smile and returned it in kind as best he could.

"Uh, not just yet. I'm just browsing." Oh, smooth, he thought. He consciously sucked in his middle age paunch. Christ, what am I doing? He exhaled very slowly and tried to look more relaxed. Don't be a jerk. Don't be a jerk!

"That's fine. If you need anything, just ask. My name is Jen." She pointed to the plastic name tag with Jennifer inscribed upon it. It was prominently pinned to her left breast and it drew his attention to the fact that her chest, encased in a very lacy black bra was quite visible between the open buttons of her white smock-dress uniform. The upper globes of her breasts though not large, were pushed together into a delightful brown package. Jennifer had a luscious tan.

She ambled over to a display table in the center of the store and proceeded to rummage through a large pile of nylon and lace. Alex smiled as he watched her select, fold and sort each frothy pair of panties, readying them for the storage drawers behind her.

Looking around he noticed the two other clerks. They both wore identical white smocks, obviously a mandated uniform of sorts for the chain. He remembered the same look in the San Francisco Store. The effect was in stark contrast to the black interior and hinted at a clinical pretense that further contrasted with the ultimate whimsy and fantasy of the garments being sold. Underlying corporate uniformity however lay a unique individuality that each clerk was allowed in accessorizing their ultimate look. Like Jennifer, the other two ladies had made use of the single row of buttons that ran down the front of the smock to reveal and/or conceal just so much skin and lingerie as they felt comfortable revealing. Very likely the lingerie was that of the company and purchased at discount. 

A very smart marketing ploy, thought Alex.

Jennifer was now squatting as decorously as her outfit would allow, placing the folded panties into sets of drawers underneath one of the main display racks. Alex pretended to examine a bra and panty set on the rack while in reality he was enjoying the sight of a black suspender strap leading from the dark top of her hose and up underneath a shiny red satin slip. Furthermore, her bodice area was now opened wide and the cups of her black bra nearly fully visible.

"See something you're interested in?"

"Uh...," Alex blushed. Did I hear right? Did she really just give me an opening?

"You like that?" she asked.

He was unconsciously fingering some very expensive of wispy material. Her question broke his reverie.

"I, uh, yes, they are quite nice," he stammered.

"Do you know the size?" Jennifer stood up and in doing allowed the slip to shift and increase the space between her stocking top and bare thigh before falling into place and closing off the delightful view. There was a tightening in Alex's crotch.

"No, I'm afraid I really am just browsing. The truth is I don't have anyone to buy such nice things for. I wish I did. What am I saying? Y...you have such beautiful things here, quite lovely. I wish I had a reason to buy for...er...from you." He hung the bra and panty set back onto the display rack.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, that's a shame." She sounded sincere.

"No, not really. There is just no one in my life right now," he replied.

"Then why are you here?"

"I don't know really. I like coming in here. I like the décor. I love the colors and textures and designs of the garments. I...uh like coming and ...and ...

"And seeing us strut our stuff in these silly uniforms?" She wiggled her hips slightly and struck a strippers pose. Alex blushed deeper. He felt the pressure in his crotch ease.

"I...I ...I'm sorry." He turned to go.

"Hey, no please, stick around," she said. It's not too busy today and you are not being a nuisance. You've done no harm, really."

She took another arm load of panties from the display table and squatted down once more. This time her legs were wide apart and open to Alex's full view. He saw that the panties matched the slip, red satin and they looked to be full cut. She looked up at him and smiled. When she began to rise, he offered his hand for support and she took it. Her touch was electric and he felt the space in his pants become confined once more.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I just mean I think it's a shame you don't have anyone to buy for. I sense that you have a firm appreciation for what we have to offer here." 

Firm?

Her brown eyes twinkled. Alex began to feel slightly drunk.

"Yes," he whispered. "I often thought how wonderful it would be to work in a place like this. I adore your merchandise and I can spend hours imagining how each item would look on various women." He was rapidly warming to the subject.

"I once suggested to the manager that we needed a man on staff. You know someone to help when husbands come in alone and need advice? She didn't think it was such a hot idea, though."

"She's right. Trust me. You women, particularly in your ah... 'uniforms' are far more persuasive than I could be. I was thinking that I could be more valuable to women. A sort of 'male mirror' that allows them to know that their choices will definitely have the effect they are hoping to achieve with their partner. Then again, I guess they would be uncomfortable with a male serving them."

"Oh I don't know. That would depend on what you mean by service. We are not Victoria's Secret here. We don't get mall rats or your average suburban Sex in the City wannabe here. Our prices keep our clientele pretty selective. That selectivity demands a sophistication that just may enjoy a service such as you fantasize about. I only wish I could indulge myself and my boyfriend in that way."

"Oh, you have a boyfriend?"

"This week. Ask me next week or even tomorrow and I may have a different answer for you." Alex felt the constriction in his crotch area grow.

He said, "Still, I imagine most of your clients would not want a male poking his head in to the dressing cubicle much less offering advice that concerns adorning their body."

Jennifer smirked. "Don't be to sure. I know one or two women who might just relish such service. In fact, if Mrs. Lauter comes in we just might have trouble keeping you out here on the floor." Across the room, one of the other assistants snickered. Jen licked her red lips making them shine like her satin panties.

"Intriguing," said Alex.

"I think I have an idea," she said. What's your name?"

"Alex."

"Well Alex we are only about two hours from closing. Can you find a way to waste time until then? You know walk around, get a bite eat? Something like that?

"Yeah, sure. I guess so," he answered

"Good. Let me talk to the other girls. I am sure they will go along. Chloe definitely will. Now go, I have things to do. I'll see you in about two hours." She sported the wickedest smile Alex had ever seen. He felt a damp spot in his very constricted crotch. 

What on earth have I got myself into? Oh well, little to lose here.

He smiled back and gave her a brief finger wave and exited the shop. Jennifer picked up the phone. 

Two hours later, Alex walked up to the shop door. The lights in the display windows were on. A shade had been pulled on the door window. The place looked securely closed for the day. Feeling a bit led on, he started to turn away when he heard the lock on the door click. A blast of cool air hit the back of his neck and he turned. The door was open a crack and a voice said, "Alex," a disembodied voice asked?

"Yes," he whispered back

"Quick, come in."

The door opened wider and Alex entered the black cubicle for the second time that day. Standing beside him was one of the sales assistants he had seen working in the back of the store earlier that day.

"Hi, I'm Chloe," she said "Jen asked me to keep an eye out for you. Glad to see you came back. Amy bet me you wouldn't."

"Amy?"

"Oh, you'll meet her soon enough." She locked the door and double checked the window shade.

Chloe was about 5'6'' and solidly built. She had short cropped blonde hair, dark eye make up and the same very red lipstick that Jen had worn earlier. She still wore her work outfit. Alex notice that it was only held together by the two middle buttons thus revealing very sheer black seamed stocking stockings which ran up to first one dark band and then an even darker band where the suspender straps attached. 

Very retro. Very nice, he thought.

The smock flapped open to reveal what appeared to be a white panty girdle with black satin panels on the front and at the thighs. The bra was just as visible and seemed to complement the girdle with black satin triangle panels and straps being accented by the white material.

"I didn't think that Myth would bother itself with girdles, and you certainly don't need to wear one. That is a very interesting outfit."

Chloe laughed. "It's called a brief. Sort of like a waist cincher. I like the way it looks and I like to be feel a bit of restraint on me." At this she licked her lip and Alex saw a tongue stud. Do you like it?"

"You have to ask?" His hands slipped down to adjust his crotch.

She grinned. "Come on in. Jen's got everything all set. Feel free to brows," and she bounced off to help Jennifer.

The store looked no different than when he left. He could see Jen in the back near the curtained dressing area. She was handing some garments to someone behind the curtain. A third girl, one he had not seen earlier was standing behind the register counter looking rather bored. She was absentmindedly scanning the tags on several pairs of panties, folding them and placing them in a black box filled with pink tissue paper. She did not look up as Alex approached. Chloe had taken some bras and panties off the rack on the right and brought them over to Jen who reached behind the curtain and received a similar batch of garments from the unseen customer. She and Chloe exchanged items and Jen handed the new batch behind the curtain once more. This process was repeated two or three times.

Ah, they still have a customer. I guess I am expected to keep things low key until they can get rid of her. 

He looked at the girl behind the counter. She appeared to be slightly younger than either Jennifer or Chloe. Then again, Alex was a bit unsure of either of their ages as well. This girl's hair was very black, unnaturally black and cropped even shorter than Chloe's. He saw three piercings in her left ear and two in her right. She wore thick black framed glasses that were surprisingly flattering to her very black eyes and the now signature red lipstick that seemed to be as much a part of the Myth uniform as the white smock. The name tag on her right breast lapel read "Amy". 

Amy chose to open the top two buttons of her smock. This revealed a frothy concoction of pink tulle satin with black lace accents. The bra was as skimpy as Amy was ample. Her breasts over flowed the top and sides of the bra cups and the shoulder straps made definite grooves in her skin along the lines of support. Still what aroused Alex more than the lingerie was the whiteness of Amy's skin. In fact her entire aspect was a study in black/white contrast. Her skin was even whiter than her smock. He peered over the counter and saw that she wore black, opaque stocking attached to a garter belt that acted a bit like a half slip with the pink and black material draping over her thighs and framing the matching brief.

Suddenly Jen flounced over to him from the back and whispered, "Oh, hi Alex. I'm glad you came back. I was hoping you would. As you see we're still busy. This is a very special customer. Please be patient. I guarantee that I will make it worth your wait." Smiling, she kissed her right forefinger and then touched his nose with it before returning to the dressing room area. It was almost enough to make Alex cream his pants.

A thick alto voice bellowed from behind the curtain, "Jennifer dear, these bras just won't do. They scratch and the cream colored one dos not cup my bust properly. What else do you have?"

Jen looked back at Alex and rolled her eyes. Chloe seemed to anticipate the woman's request and handed Jen six new bras from the rack. Jen handed the new garments through the curtain and pursed her lips in an "air kiss" to Chloe. She then moved to the chest of drawers under the left rack and began rummaging and selecting more items, "just in case."

"Mrs. Lauter," she whispered as Alex sidled up to her. "She came in about fifteen minutes before closing. She's always good for about a thousand dollars in purchases so we couldn't turn her out." She smiled and pecked Alex on the cheek. 

What can I do? He smiled back and his hand unconsciously drifted up to his cheek. He felt lightheaded.

Who is this woman? Why should she even begin to show interest in me? Then again, why am I even questioning it? What have I to lose by going along for the ride?

The dressing room curtain rippled.

"Jen, this may do. I need some help with the...Oh, hello. I wasn't aware that there were any other customers still here, much less a man."

The voice belonged to a woman who appeared from behind the drape. She was about 5'10'', though her black heels added at least four of those inches. Alex's eyes trailed up a pair of well defined legs encased in red, thigh-hi stockings. The body to which the legs were attached was a lean and healthy one. This woman worked out daily. She wore an exquisite corset of sheer red mesh. The front of the garment was luxuriously embroidered in a black lace diamond pattern bisected by thick red covered boning where a series of five or six silver fasteners held it together while still displaying a bouncy set of ivory globes pushed together into the satin and mesh cups of the bodice. The panties were a restatement of the black and red theme with the embroidery highlighting the space between her thighs. The rest of the picture was topped off by a long neck that made Alex think of Audrey Hepburn and a face that could be considered not pretty or girlish but most definitely that of an elegant, mature woman. Her hair was a striking auburn and set off by her green eyes and the turquoise drops that bobbed from her earlobes. The entire effect was exquisite.




Aphrodite



Alex stammered, "I...uh...I beg your pardon." 

He began to turn away when the throaty voice replied, "Oh not at all, sir, I beg yours. Please, I didn't mean to embarrass you." With this she made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself with the drape. "Jen dear, would you please tighten the lacing in the back?"

Turning slightly, the woman let the drape shift enough to give Alex a view of the intricate red satin ribbon that laced the back of the garment. When Jen began to pull and tighten, the curtain dropped completely giving him a view of the woman's tight round ass fully covered and yet exposed by the sheer mesh of her panties. He was entranced.

The woman spoke, "As long as you are here sir, I may as well ask what you think of my...er costume? Does it please you?"

"I...uh...er..."

"Please, sir, it's quite alright. I would very much like a male opinion and since you are the only one of that persuasion here, tell me what do you think."

Alex answered in a hoarse whisper, "Very uh...sexy...uh hot...I mean nice, madam."

The woman laughed heartily. Chloe and Amy were giggling behind him. Jennifer who had completed her chore with the ribbon just smiled.

"Ooh, 'Madam' is it?"

Alex voice indicated a rising panic, "I'm sorry, Miss? Ms.? Mademoiselle? Jennifer referred to you as Mrs. Lauter but..."

"Oh calm down. You have insulted no one. I guess 'madam' is appropriate but why don't you just call me Gloria. Gloria Lauter." She dipped her head in invitation. 

"Gloria," he said.

"There that's better. I must say however, that Jennifer is a naughty girl for revealing my identity without my knowledge. Jen dear, I may have to consider some...punishment for that faux pas." Jen just smiled and nodded.

"And you sir? What shall I call you as it appears that we are to be, shall we say, intimately acquainted?" With that she did a very polished runway turn and posed provocatively. Alex felt a twitch in his crotch area.

"Alex, ma'am. Alex Grant."

"So very nice to meet you Mr. Alex Grant." She left the confines of the dressing area altogether and walked up to him holding out her hand.

He took it, not quite sure if he was to shake or kiss it. He chose the former but not before taking in the full breadth of her bosom. He guessed she sported a 36C bust. The corset pushed the ivory globes together nicely and when she moved there was a fair amount of jiggle in the flesh which he found not unappealing.

Gloria said, "As long as you are here Mr. Grant, you would be of great service to me if you would offer up your opinion of my selection of lingerie. I could model some items for you and you could give me your honest opinion, as a man."

Alex saw a wicked smile on Jennifer's face.

So that's the game is it? Delightful. He smiled back at Jen and turned to back to the woman in the corset. 

"Gee Mrs. Lauter..."

"Oh please call me Gloria, darling."

"Well, Gloria. Sure. Why not?"

"Excellent, why don't you sit yourself down on the loveseat over there and we can begin. Jennifer, will you help me out of this please? Chloe dear, bring me that outfit I tried on earlier, you know the blue one." 

There was a brief flurry of action as Gloria Lauter whisked back behind the curtain to be joined by Jennifer. Chloe dug through a pile of clothing at the check out desk and collected a small pile of blue nylon and silk and handed it through the drapery to her co-worker. Alex sat on the circular red upholstered love seat that looked as if it belonged in an 1890's hotel lobby or better yet a New Orleans brothel and tried his best to look nonchalant. Nevertheless, the fact that he had some difficulty walking and sitting was not lost on Amy and Chloe who giggled at the tent forming in his pants.

In a shorter time than he imagined Gloria reappeared and sauntered about the area in front of the dressing room. She wore matching turquoise bra and bikini panties, with nude thigh-hi stockings. The lingerie was translucent rather than sheer and the darker spots of her nipples were just barely visible. The simplicity of the outfit stood in stark contrast to the range of frivolous possibility that the boutique could provide. Gloria performed a perfect runway turn and gave Alex a flirtatious look over her shoulder.

"Well," she asked?

He hesitated.

Gloria continued, "I know darling. It's very simple. However, I am considering this for everyday wear. After all not all of my lingerie is meant for the boudoir. I need things for the mundane portions of my day.

Alex remained silent for a moment. He was still sussing out the rules of this game. He took a long slow breath, coughed, and then spoke, "The outfit is beautiful but then that is because the body that wears it is more beautiful and made to show off much more than what I see here. I can see the point of your argument but then I also remember reading about how the theater producer, Florenz Ziegfeld was know for providing even his chorus girls with a lingerie budget. When asked why and who would know what underwear they wore, he answered, 'They will know and that makes all the difference' and this from the man who first popularized the beauty of the American woman."

Gloria beamed, "Ah, you are a scholar I see. Jen, he is delicious. He not only has taste but espouses a wonderful philosophy of silk, satin and lace."

Alex grinned and added, "Of course it's always been my opinion that Mr. Zeigfeld was also personally aware of each lingerie item that every one of his chorus girls wore much to the disdain of Mrs. Zeigfeld."

"And he's witty too," Gloria replied. "Well now, Alex, I am in perfect agreement." She reached behind her and unfastened the bra, slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to Amy over by the counter. Her breasts flattened against her chest ever so slightly and the now free nipples jutted out into dark eraser shaped buds as the air conditioned coolness hit them.

"No plain and simple today," she continued. Let's throw caution to the wind and let sensuality rule the night. Chloe, you look as if you already have something in mind. Fetch it quick. Jennifer, join me in the dressing room and help me." She turned and entered the cubicle and pulled the drape closed. The tanned assistant took some items from Chloe and followed swiftly. For the next few minutes there was the sound of rustling and snapping and then silence. After a minute or two Jennifer exited looking a bit flushed.

The curtain slid back and Gloria stood there in a salmon colored satin confection that accented her ivory skin tone. The bra was scalloped with silk chiffon frills along the top of the cups and lifted the breasts beautifully. The cinch of the garter belt was hidden by a most delightful pair of similarly scalloped French knickers which sported a pearl button that fastened the garment at Gloria's hip. The suspender straps extended below the panties and attached to nude stocking. The total effect was stunning.

"Now that is more like it Mrs. Lauter," Alex gave a polite clap along with the complement.

"Call me Gloria dear. I insist."

"Yes, of course. Gloria. That outfit is exquisite. I have to say I am a particular fan of the shiny satin look and that salmon looks almost like gold lame to me. It complements you beautifully."

He was squirming on the loveseat, trying to find a comfortable position. He could not help but readjust his burgeoning cock inside his pants yet again. As he did so he felt a slight dampness oozing from its tip into his briefs.

"Mmm, I think you are right Alex dear," the scantily clad woman replied. Amy, dear lets see what you can come up with now." Once again she retreated to the dressing room.

Amy took some things from the two display racks and went to hand them to Jennifer who refused with a smirk and indicated that the little brunette should step behind the drape. Giggling once again, Amy did so. 

The same noises followed by the same protracted silence ensued for a bit longer than the last time. Suddenly a few sharp giggles could be heard and finally, Amy stepped out. Alex noted that her smock was buttoned crooked. The young girl smiled wickedly and stuck her studded tongue out at Jennifer. She then took the corner of the drape and drew it back dramatically.

This time Gloria stood framed by the cubicle doorway. She had affected a pose reminiscent of Natalie Wood in the film, Gypsy! Alex swore he could almost hear refrains from "Let Me Entertain You" wafting through the store. 

He gasped, "Well now, if I were Mr. Lauter, I am not sure I would ever let you leave the bedroom in that ensemble."

Gloria roared, "Darling if you were Mr. Lauter you would be lucky indeed to know in which bedroom I might be found wearing this ensemble."

Her laugh was like champagne to Alex.

Was this woman for real? Am I really here?

The lingerie on display was all of shiny red lyrca. Gloria sported a full slip that hugged every curve of her body. The bodice cups were once again scalloped along the edge only this time the fabric covered most of each breast. The slip rounded over her rear and ended just at the top of her thighs. He could just barely see the matching red brief that covered her crotch. Suspender straps were attached to the slip's skirt and were attached to sheer red stocking each with a well defined black seam running perfectly up the back of Gloria's leg.

"Very nice," Alex said. "The red works well with your hair but it may be just a bit much. I wonder if you need something darker."

"Very well. Let's see. Jennifer? Chloe? Please?" And she closed the curtain once more.

The two assistants joined her, each with armloads of silk, satin and lace. This time the wait was longer. Nearly fifteen minutes. Besides the expected rustlings and giggles Alex swore he hear heavy breathing and maybe even a soft moan. Looking over at Amy he received a very non-committal look of indifference. This time Alex was the first to emerge. She peeped her hear from around the curtain.

"Alex," she purred. Her leg appeared and started to wrap around the edge of the drape. Black patent leather pumps shimmered in the track lighting cast down from the ceiling. Now an arm encased in an opera length black satin glove snaked out and caressed her body through the heavy brocade stopping where Gloria's crotch must be. When she touched herself there her eyes opened wide and her crimson lips formed and almost perfect "O". Suddenly, with a deft motion she brought her fingers to her face in a feigned gesture of embarrassment and let the curtain drop revealing the next sexy confection. 

She stood before him in a deep purple corset edged with blood red scalloping on both bodice and the hips. Covering her sex was a pair of panties. When she executed her turn, Alex saw that the back of the panties had a sheer mesh panel in a V-shape that allowed him to see the cleavage of her buttocks. Black fishnet stocking completed this ensemble.

"Brava!" Alex shouted. This may be the perfect outfit for you yet Gloria. It is like something out of a fin de siecle Paris salon. It is wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. No one should ever wear that corset but you."

"And no one shall," she answered. This was designed by yours truly. The people at Myth created and it was personally fitted by my dear, sweet Jennifer over here.

Alex applauded. Jen blushed and Gloria called the three girls to her side as if staging a mini-curtain call. The four women struck several vogueish poses and then had fun trying to upstage each other with purely pornographic stripper movements. Everyone was in high spirits.

Gloria stepped forward and said, "I thank you Mr. Grant for indulging my whims and offering what I consider to be astute opinions. You deserve a reward for your effort. If you will excuse me, I will make one last change. Wait right there, Alex dear. I guarantee it will be worth it. Jennifer, would you be so kind as to assist me one more time."

"Yes ma'am," Jen replied.

Chloe smiled conspiratorially and silently motioned for Alex to approach the dressing room drape. He could hear the usual rustling of clothing being put on or taken off. Suddenly he heard a long, languorous sigh. It was most definitely Gloria Lauter. He could also hear her whispering.

"Jen darling, it has been too long. I'd almost forgotten how delicious yor4 kisses are. I am so glad you called me. You have chosen well. Alex is perfect for our game."

There was some more silence and soft rustling then Jen spoke," Oh yes, yes, Gloria, oooooh right there. Mmm, very good. That's it. Ah! I'm glad you like Alex. Oh, yes. I...I think you will find him...mmmmm, oh, ah. Perfect. Eeeeee. Oh Yes! Ah! That's it. Suck me harder Gloria, please!"

Gloria's voice came through the drape now, "Naughty girl! Don't be so anxious. We have plenty of time. If you rush me, I may have to punish you. You don't want a spanking do you?"

"Yessssss, Yes I do want a spanking. Eat my pussy Gloria. Eat me and slap my bottom while you do it. Mmmmm. Please."

Alex's cock was tenting out his trousers, a state that did not escape Chloe, who had by now, unbuttoned the last fasteners on her smock. She reached down and started to slowly unzip his pants.

"Patience Jen, dear," Gloria whispered from behind the curtain. "I'm just warming you up for the big show which we should get rolling about now, don't you think? First we tend to that nice man out there and when he is nothing but a dry husk, my tongue and a riding crop will finish you off for the night."

"Promises, promises," Jennifer remarked through a series of satisfied giggles.

Chloe had by now unzipped Alex's pants and was stroking his cock through his briefs. There was a telltale wet spot where the tip of his prick was and she ran her thumb over it once. Twice. A third time and the man shivered with lust. The woman was breathing hot and heavy on the back of his neck. He felt her lips, tongue and even her teeth trail a wet path up behind his right ear. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Amy. He could see all of her now as she had completely unbuttoned her dress. She was leaning back on the register counter with her eyes closed and her left hand rucked up a pink half slip as she her right hand clawed underneath the black thong that was framed by garter straps of the same color. Where the strap connected to the stocking there were large rhinestones blinking back at him. She was feverishly playing with her own pussy. The matching bra was very sheer so her nipples were quite visible. The thinness of the bra's material allowed her breasts to jiggle invitingly. Another small gush of precum stained his briefs.

Suddenly the curtain slid back. Gloria Lauter stood there in what must have been the clothes she work when she entered the store. She was decked out in a black leather skirt and red satin blouse. From beneath the skirt her legs were encased in smoky sheer nylons with dark seams running perfectly up the back of each leg. The blouse was tight across her bosom, almost to the point of bursting the buttons. The sleeves were short and puffy around her shoulders. The total effect was as sexy as any of the lingerie ensembles that Alex had just past judgment on.

Jennifer meanwhile stood behind Gloria in the cubicle. She no longer

wore her white Myth smock. Her red half slip was bunched around her waist like a belt. Her panties were askew and shiny with dampness. Her breasts seemed to want to explode out of the thin black covering that was her bra. She had a glazed look in her eyes and an evil smile on her lips.

Alex spoke, "Chloe dear, you seem to be teasing poor Mr. Grant. Let's not keep him all zipped up like that. He has a wet spot on his nice slacks. Oh, his pants will be ruined if you don't free that tool of his."

Suddenly everyone was distracted by a voice.

"Ohhhhhh, Yesssssssss! Ah, mmmmm."

They all turned to the register where Amy had brought about the first orgasm of the night. The three women laughed uproariously.

Jen said, "Amy you are shameful! You can cum almost as if on cue. Gloria, I think Amy's impatience deserves some punishment don't you?"

"In time," the older woman said. But we have a guest to take care of first. Chloe, didn't I tell you to set him free?"

All eyes were on Alex now as Chloe slid his zipper down. She then unbuckled his belt and trousers. Alex's cock was now tenting his black boxer briefs. An even blacker telltale stain of precum was visible at the apex of the cloth.

"Mmm, nice," Gloria muttered. Jen slid her hand down beneath her panties and started to stroke her clit.

Gloria hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of Alex's briefs and slowly pulled down. His cock whipped up and down as it was freed. Everyone applauded. Alex was surprised at the rigidity of his member. He hadn't felt this turgid since his mid thirties. 

"Supurb," said Gloria as she approached him. "Thank you Chloe darling. Now if you will allow me?" 

She took the younger woman's place and took hold of the dick and began to stroke it with slow light movements. Alex closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. His pants and shorts fell to his ankles and he stood naked from the waist down in all his glory before the women. Gloria took some of the leaky precum and coated his entire cock with it.

Like children at a matinee the four women "ooh'd" and "ah'd" and squirmed about as Gloria deftly worked over Alex's cock with her hand. Their groans elicited a pleading look from Gloria as she released the drippy dick and stared straight into Alex's eyes. One by one, she unbuttoned his shirt. When it was fully open she pushed the material off his shoulders and watched it slide down his arms and join his shorts and pants in a puddle at his feet. He now was naked before them.

"How shall we proceed ladies," Gloria asked?

Chloe piped up, "Well Amy has already had an orgasm. I think she should be made to wait before sampling our guest. Or maybe she could lick one of us. I would be willing to wait for my turn with him if she will lap at my cunt for awhile."

Jennifer walked over to Chloe and gave her a firm slap on the ass. 

"I bet you would," she said. I'm sure your little lesbo friend over there is just itching to taste your pussy juice. But this is not about us today. Alex is our guest and he deserves the best of our attention. Besides, how can you ignore such a delightfully erect organ as that when it is absolutely rampant in its reaction to our presence?"

She had moved in and joined Gloria in stroking the cock. A long satisfied sigh escaped from Alex's lips. He spoke, "Do what you want ladies, I promise to do whatever I can to return you ministrations. If my cock fails, my tongue will make up for it."

There were squeals of delight from the women.

"Well said, Alex," said Gloria. "However, in the state you are in I think it is necessary for us to, shall we say, take the edge off? Jennifer, you organized this evening for us. I give you then honor."

Jennifer's hand was slick with Alex's pre ejaculate. It allowed her to slide up and down the shaft of his tool with ease. She increased the pressure of her hand and began to speed her strokes. It took no more than a dozen or so swift movements when, with a sharp inhale and exhale, Alex released a jet of milky cum in a beautiful pearly arc about a foot and a half into the air.

Gloria shouted, "Ole!"

Applause and encouragement accompanied each subsequent burst. Jen held the rapidly softening organ until all of the aftershocks faded. She then released it and with a grin began to lick each of her fingers, looking Alex directly in the eye. 

Gloria smiled and then spoke, "There now, with that out of the way, I'm sure we can proceed with a more deliberate and creative pace."

"Look, he's getting hard again already," Amy exclaimed.

Alex looked at is cock and felt the blood rushing to harden it again. This had not happened in ages.




Aphrodite



Chloe quipped, "Been using the little blue pill, Al?"

"No," he answered. "I never had a need until now. I wish I had one."

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary. I have a feeling that you will find untapped reserves with which to draw upon," said Gloria.

"Well there's always my tongue," said Alex defensively.

"Don't worry dear man, all will be fine tonight. Just go with the flow," answered Gloria. She had hiked up her skirt showing her stocking tops and panty crotch. She opened her legs wide. Alex took in the sight of her pussy pushing against the thin nylon of her panties. He fumbled a bit with his shoes and then stepped out of the puddle that was his clothes. 

He advanced two steps and looked her squarely in the eye and said," I really want to thank you for this opportunity Mrs...er...Gloria."

He raised his right hand and with his forefinger, touched and traces a trail along her face. As he approached her lips she kissed and licked at the finger. Turning the hand so that its back now touched her body, he let it fall gently down her chin, neck, collar bone and shoulders where the left and now joined in mirror to the right. Fingernails gently scraped Gloria's shoulders and sides. He toyed with the black satin straps of her bra allowing his fingers to feel the texture and roam underneath the ribbon like material.

Now he let his hands fall to the outside of her bra cups. He then hefted them from beneath, feeling their pleasant weight. Gloria smiled and he noticed her nostrils flair as he found her nipples tenting the mesh fabric of the bra cups.

The spell was broken for a moment by a moan near the counter. Turning in that direction, Alex and Gloria were treated to the sight of Chloe sitting on the counter, legs spread wide and thrown over Amy's shoulders while the redhead was slurping ravenously at the blonde's pussy.

Alex looked back at Gloria and smiled. She started to reach for his cock but he gently deflected her hand. He gave her a playful "no, no" gesture with his other hand. He noticed that the woman shivered with excitement. He leaned in and kissed her eyelids. His hands stroked gently up and down her sides from shoulders to hips. With each stroke he slowed down and explored the changing texture of skin, bra, and panties. Gloria began to breathe harder.

Jennifer meanwhile had procured a clear glass dildo from one of display cabinets. She perched herself on the bench in the dressing room making sure she was visible to Alex. She licked and sucked the toy for a few seconds then pushing aside her thong, plunged it into her cunt and started to fuck herself.

"Ahhgh, yes you slut, that's it," screamed Chloe from across the room. She was nearing orgasm.

She grunted through clenched teeth, "Come on Amy, drive that fucking tongue stud on my clit. Faster, faster! Faster you bitch! Yesssssss, suck it a little, that's it, that's it. Come on. Come on, now. Ooooh, that's the way, Ameeeeeeee."

Amy worked her tongue furiously over Chloe's pussy. Hearing the groans and the slurping sounds of the exchange, Alex's cock grew even harder. His hands moved to the crotch of Gloria's panties and found them to be damp as well. He smiled and looked first into the older woman's eyes and then over to Jennifer in the cubicle. She smiled without missing a stroke in her own pussy.

He knelt before Gloria and put his hands on her ass cheeks. In anticipation, the woman opened her legs wider. The dark spot of wetness, about the size of a quarter was gleaming before him, perfect bull's-eye for his tongue. He approached slowly, letting his breath warm her thighs. The spicy aroma of her arousal inflamed him even more. Sticking out his tongue he pressed firmly against the damp spot.

Gloria jerked reflexively and tried to open her thigh wider. She took his head in her hands lacing her fingers in his hair and pulled him into her. He licked slowly. Up first and then down. He was rewarded by her reaction.

"Ohhhhh,." She exclaimed.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. A small rush of fluid filled her panty crotch as a light spasm signaled a tiny orgasm flowed through her body.

"Come on honey, that's it, lick me good. Momma wants to cum bad. Come on now suck meeee." Gloria began to tremble.

Alex supported her as best he could by cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks hard. Gloria pushed harder on his head and began to wail.

"Ahhhhhh! Oh! Oh! OH! YESSSSSSS!"

A gush of pussy juice flooded her panties, followed by a bust of liquid that, at first seemed to be pee. Alex continued sucking and licking her as his beard became inundated with the combination of fluids. There was one long and three short bursts of fluid as Gloria's black satin panties became soaked from front to back. Gloria was a squirter!

Alex had never experienced this before. He was amazed. It excited him so much that he blew another wad of cum, this time without anyone touching his cock. He was so surprised at Gloria's orgasm that he was unaware of his own gusher.

"Well now," Gloria gasped. "That was amazing! I thank you Mr. Grant. I found that exhilarating. I had better take these panties off. They are soaked right through."

Alex said, "Oh, please leave them on, at least a while longer. They look so hot molded against you like that."

"Mmmm, I see that there is a naughty boy beneath that gentlemanly veneer. Very well, I will accede to your wish, though I doubt they could get any wetter than they are now. Now bring me that cock of yours dear boy."

She reached for his now soft dick and started stroking it. He could feel her hot breath surrounding his balls while she cupped them and pulled the limp shaft into her mouth. Almost immediately, Alex felt blood rush to the organ and stiffen it once more.

Unbelievable!

Gloria released the cock with an audible "pop" and turned to Jennifer who was pumping the dildo in her pussy with fierce determination.

"Jen dear, put that silly piece of glass down and use our guests firm member instead. I'm sure you will find him more than adequate."

With some reluctance Jen pulled the dildo from her cunt and approached the couple on the loveseat.

Gloria took charge immediately. 

"Very good dear. Now come over and sit on his cock facing me. Alex, please don't move. Here let me help. That's it. Slowly Jen, darling. Sit down now. Yes, now neither of you move."

The older woman took in the scene for a moment and then kneeled down and began licking and fingering the younger woman's clit. Alex was pretty much blind to what was occurring right in front of him. He felt warm liquid flowing rather freely around his crotch area however. His arms circled around Jen and he lingered on the satin side panels of her bra and then finally cupping the ample bosom encased in the sexy garment. With his thumbs and forefingers he searched out her nipples and began stroking and pulling at them. Engorged with desire, they pushed against the bra cups. It was more than Jennifer could stand. She began to writhe and moan.

"No dear," said Gloria. "Sit still and let me take care of everything. You have such a nice hairy pussy. I'm sure it tickles the base of Alex's dick. Does it, Alex dear?"

Alex was in a trance and could not answer. Meanwhile, Gloria continued to lick at the nub in Jen's cunt. She lapped at it with fierce flicks of her tongue, every once in awhile slowing down and slurping at point where Alex's cock met the young assistant's pussy.

Jen began to beg. "No, Gloria, no." Her voice was husky with desire now. She grit her teeth and then started to blow out in short puffy breathes as if she was in labor.

"Oooooh God that feels good! Please, let me fuck his cock Gloria. Please, I am soooo close!"

"No dear. Hang on. I love how you are keeping Alex's cock nice and warm and hard inside your pussy. Does it fill you up darling? Do you like the man's hard cock in your cunt? He likes, it don't you Alex?"

Alex nodded but his eyes were glazed. He was doing everything he could to keep from exploding in Jennifer's womb until Gloria brought her to a proper climax. 

Gloria inserted her forefinger between Alex's dick and Jen's pussy folds. She reached up and in hoping to hit the girl's "G-spot". At the same moment Alex pinched the girl's nipples as hard as he could.

"OHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAWD!" Jen was shrieking.

"I'm cummmmmming!"

The young girl went stiff for about ten seconds and then moaned as the muscles in her body released every bit of tension she had mustered. She then slumped exhausted off of Alex's still hard cock and into Gloria's arms.

Gloria hugged and stroked her and whispered, "Was that a nice cum, darling. Did you like that?"

Jen mewled, "Oh yes, Gloria love. My cunt is so wet right now. That was superb."

Gloria smiled and gave the girl one last hug before turning her attention once more to the only male in the place.

"And you Alex? I see that you are still hard. No cum juice in Jen's pussy? What a shame. But you have proven yourself quite worthy of our attentions so far. Hasn't he ladies?"

Her question was answered with the sounds of sex rampant in the room. Alex came out of his trance and saw that Chloe had retrieved the glass dildo and had attached to a harness around her waist. Amy rushed to it and after slathering it with her own saliva; she lay down and begged the blonde to shove it into her hard and fast. Chloe was more than happy to oblige. He started to stroke his cock when the blonde turned and said, "Don't waste that tool on your hand. I have a hole right here, free and waiting for it. Shove it up my ass."

Being careful not to withdraw the strap-on from Amy, Chloe raised her rump and presented him with the perfect bull's eye of her anus. He spat on the brown bud and smeared it with his fingers lubricating the opening. Then he got down on his knees and positioned himself. He waited for the girl to pull up from her fucking of the now delirious Amy, and then when he saw his chance he thrust forward and filled Chloe's hole with the entire length of his dick.

"OWWWW! Oh god that hurt! You bastard! Oh it hurts so good. Now! Now fuck my ass you fucking stud. Ram that cock in and out of my hot little asshole." Chloe transferred some of the pain and excitement to her fucking of Amy and soon all three lovers were moving in a maniacal rhythm that was miraculous in its debauchery.

Alex reached around and inserted one of his fingers between the harness and Chloe's gash. He found her clit and flicked at it. 

Oooh, that's nice Al baby. Mmm, yes keep that up. Come on stud, don't stop. Finger me. Fuck my ass. Fill me with your cum. Come on you horny bastard. Make me! Do it, you fucking cock!

Suddenly, Amy started screaming. "I'm cummmmmmming! Ahhhgghh! 

She thrust up so hard that Alex was thrown off of Chloe's asshole. Amy kissed Chloe hard and deep with lots of tongue and the blonde responded in kind. Amy could be heard mewling into her friend's mouth. Her orgasm was flooding through her with astounding strength.

At the height of her spasm, Alex re-entered Chloe's ass.

MMMmmmm. Nuh nuh, noooooo. Oh, yesssssssss. Come on you bastard. Fuck my shit. Cum in my bung hole. Do it Alex. Cum. NOW!

Alex exploded. He emptied his load deep in the blonde slut's belly.

Gloria and Jen applauded. 

Chloe shouted with delight, "Yeah, that's it baby, fill me up. Oooh it's hot and gooey. I can't wait to show you how it leaks out of me and slides down my thighs. I'll get Amy to lick me clean. You would like that wouldn't you Amy luv?"

"Yes, Chloe, Yes, yes, yes, yes. I can't wait to lick you clean. Oh, please let me. Let me now?"

"In a moment dear," Chloe replied.

The trio disentangled themselves and reformed. Amy crawled between Chloe's legs and started lapping like a kitten to milk. Gloria stood over Chloe, hiked up her skirt and then squatted down over the younger girl's mouth. Chloe did what was expected and began sucking and licking the older woman's cunt through her soaked panties. Jennifer and Alex entwined in a sixty-nine position and orally stimulated each other. Soon the room was full of grunts, moans and the sucking noise of sloppy uninhibited sex.

Once she managed to revive Alex's cock sufficiently, Jennifer mounted him in reverse cowgirl style, fingering her clit as she did. She reveled in the sight of her three friends sucking, slurping and fucking each other. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the lovely cock filling her cunt and the tingle her fingers gave her clit.

Alex entered a fugue state and began to imagine himself out side his body watching the erotic scene. He saw himself fucking the busty woman. With each thrust he felt electric pulses in his cock. He was watching himself and feeling each every sensation. He looked around and saw the trio locked in an impossibly nimble chain of lust, their bodies slick with a sheen of sweat and the colorful garments that still covered parts of their bodies shining with an other worldly aura. In his disembodied state, he wondered at his unnatural ability and stamina. Then he gave himself up totally to the sensual. He thanked Aphrodite and Eros for allowing him this excursion and suddenly he was back in his body fucking Jennifer into a frenzy. 

"Alex! Oh, damn. What are you doing to me.? It feels like your cock is growing inside me. Fuck me you horse. Fill my cunt with that log." The woman on top of him slammed her body down harder and faster. With each thrust, he met her with equal upward force. He did feel his cock seemingly grow in length and tumescence. The orgasm that was approaching was monumental.

"Jen, I'm going to cum very soon," he cried.

"Hang on darling. We are going to get there together. Fuck me you Bastard!"

I'm close. Soooo close. Come on Jen. Get there with me.

I'm there. Give it to me Alex. Fill me with your spunk. I want it NOW," she screamed!

Alex roared.

Jennifer rammed up and down on his cock with amazing speed a siren-like squeal crescendo issued from the depths of her soul, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyahhhh!"

Alex felt spurt after spurt of cum jump from his cock and splatter the walls of her womb. He shook with each spurt and then shivered as Jen elicited three more aftershock climaxes from him.

There was silence.

The Sapphic trio had stopped their revels to witness the orgasm and when the convulsions ceased were bound to show their astonishment. The whole room seemed to glow in a silver shimmer.

The spell broke with the sound of Alex inhaling. As if to complement their recent coupling Jen exhaled and then rolled off her lover. She and Alex just stared at each other while trying to keep from hyperventilating.

Applause broke out from the three other souls in the room.

"Darlings" cooed Gloria. "Even though we could continue this for the rest of the night, I don't think we shall come close to what we just witnessed. I am very jealous of you Jennifer dear. However, something tells me that each of us, should we choose, may sample such ecstasy if Alex is willing to continue to explore with us.

Before Alex could answer, Jennifer piped up, "I am grateful that I was the one to experience such and orgasm. It was a true blessing. But it was you, Gloria who inspires us here at Myth. Your visits are the catalyst that strokes our erotic nature. Tonight, Alex has learned that lesson as well."

Finally finding his own voice, Alex said, "You all were wonderful and inspiring. Each of you in your own way brought about what just happened. I'm not sure this night could ever be repeated. You are all delightful playmates." 

Turning to Gloria he continued, "There is something special about your presence here. I am grateful to have met you."

Gloria smiled enigmatically.

He turned to Jennifer. "I would like to see you again. Maybe you can be the one for whom I can buy such invitingly sexy lingerie. Jennifer, may I be the one who 'programs your software'?"

Everyone laughed at the metaphor and Jen answered him by kissing him and filling his mouth with her tongue.

Chloe looked around and said, "It's nearly dawn and we can't open the store like this."

The next thirty minutes were spent picking up, straightening and setting the dressing area to rights. Gloria produced a bottle of Febreeze and with some liberal spraying the store was put to rights for the next day's business. Everyone then dressed themselves. This time the Myth smocks were buttoned from top to bottom with no glimpse of lingerie in sight. Only Gloria remained in the ensemble she wore when she had last exited the dressing room.

She laughed and said, "Well, I suppose I have bought these. Jen, ring everything up. I'll wear it home. And, oh, include all the other outfits as well. Put it on your commission. And one last thing."

She winked at Alex and reached to her hips. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, she performed her 'stripper wiggle' once more and lowered the garment to her knees. One more gesture and they lay in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of one leg hole and with her other foot lifted the panties up and with a flick launched in the air, catching them with her right hand. She carefully folded them and then, producing a clear plastic zip bag from her purse, lovingly placed them inside and sealed them. She presented them to Alex with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"A token," she whispered.

Alex thanked her. He noticed that in folding the panties, she had left the waistband label conspicuously in view. He could not miss the florid red script of the brand name. It read, Aphrodite.

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Aphrodite



Aphrodite, the lovely goddess of love, was watching from the Olympus. Zeus married her to Hephaistos, the ugliest of gods, who would never have gotten Aphrodite, the most beautiful woman the gods had ever seen and would see, without Zeus' actions. So to satisfy her needs every now and then she looked for a beautiful young man who could satisfy the goddess of love like she deserves and what she would never get from her husband, Hephaistos.

One day it was Eros, her son, who came to her with some good news. A beautiful young man named Henry Mackenzie was found. He was one of the few who had still interest in the Greek gods, which many people had forgotten and didn't care about. 2500 years ago they would have been abolished from any civilized city in Greece, because they knew their gods were watching. Aphrodite didn't want to please any non-believing individual, because she knew that even when they were satisfying her, they were enjoying it more than she did. But that was no surprise. She was the goddess of love after all and nobody could satisfy any man better than she did. There were moments she wondered why there wasn't a male counter to her. Why weren't there two gods of love, one male and one female, who could love each other like no other could love them?

Eros told her all about this Henry Mackenzie. He was an 23 year old male from Australia. He was studying Greek and Roman mythology in America. He still believed in them and was especially interested in the goddess of love, Aphrodite, also known as Venus. He wanted to know what the most beautiful woman that existed looked like. The truth was, that Aphrodite could change her looks for every individual. Every man or woman would see a woman that was perfect for them. There was not a single flaw to be found. She would have every single feature her admirer would have wished. This couldn't be compared to what the barbaric men would do. They see a good looking women on some picture and they start admiring them. Every single one of those women has her flaws. It doesn't matter how hard they try, they will never be perfect. Unlike Aphrodite, who will always be perfect, whatever she does. And she never wears clothes, because they would make her look imperfect. Clothes can get dirty, clothes wear down, clothes can be torn apart and that just doesn't fit the deity that she is.

It was time for Henry to receive his rewards and reward his precious goddess of love. Aphrodite travelled unseen to Henry's house with the help of her fellow gods Erebus, the Darkness, and Nyx, the Night. Henry woke up because of Aphrodite's 'brightness', she was glowing faintly. His mouth opened up as to say something but nothing but sounds of irregular breathing came out of it. He was speechless. Aphrodite knew what he wanted to ask and answered:"Yes Henry, this is what the goddess of love looks like." She approached him in his bed. He was lying there in his boxer shorts, it was a hot summer night. His well built torso was exposed for her to see. His well toned muscles were irresistible to any mortal female, but Aphrodite being the only person to deserve him. Eros had kept him away from mortal females on purpose. He kept him a virgin for his dear mother.

Henry finally had the energy to say something and he said:"Why me Aphrodite? Why me? I'm just a scrub from Australia who has never gotten into a relationship with any girl." This wasn't a surprise to Aphrodite, since Eros had told her everything. She walked up to him, but being careful not to touch him yet. "Don't worry Henry, it was all for this. It was to give you nothing but the perfect woman. So tell me Henry, what do I look like? You have been wondering that for a long time haven't you?" Aphrodite whispered in his ear.

Her straight blond hair reached as low as the top of her buttocks. Her blond hair consisted of one smooth golden color, it almost shone like real gold. her perfectly shaped face had an egg-like shape with soft edges. Her eyes were angel-like and were blue and bright. her eyebrows and eyelashes consisted of the same color as her hair did and were perfect. She had a smooth, straight nose and her lips were straight from a guide to draw a portrait. Her upper lip slightly thinner than her lower lip and their natural color and shine resembled an expensive brand and color of lip gloss. Her ears were almost pointy like those of an elf. Her face on its one would be enough to mesmerize any man alive.

She had a slender neck which perfectly linked her head and torso. Her shoulders also had smooth edges and her muscles were perfectly proportioned. Her arms were not too fatty, not too thin, but perfectly in the middle. Her armpits were smoother than any photo model could ever imagine. So smooth that it looked like any other skin on her body. Aphrodite's breasts weren't like any picture Henry had seen. They were perfectly round with the nipples just off the middle, a bit towards the sides and downwards. Her nipples were pinkish and were hard, like something cold had just touched them, but looked just as soft as her breasts did. There wasn't any sagging at all. It was like her breasts were immune to gravity. The transition from her breasts to her belly couldn't be any smoother. She had a perfectly flat belly, with her belly button perfectly in the middle. Her abs weren't showing and it looked perfect. Henry didn't like abs showing on girls.

Aphrodite had the smoothest pelvis imaginable. She had no pubic hairs, in fact, she didn't have any hair on her body aside from the hair on her head, her eyebrows and eyelashes. It was like she never had a hair on her to begin with. Her genitals looked untouched, even though the goddess of love has had more males enter her than all the women on earth combined. The only thing visible normally were her outer labia were visible, much like the sign for Aries looks like. Her buttocks were smooth and round. They weren't bouncy like most Latinas have, but just like her shoulders and face, it had smooth edges. Her legs weren't too fat and fit the rest of her body perfectly. Her calves were no different. As a whole, her legs were what every man, even the barbaric ones, wish for. Her feet were no different from the rest of her. She did not have any nail polish on and her nails were slightly pinkish compared to the rest of her feet.

Her skin was tanned a little bronze. It wasn't as tanned as most women are, but this skin color was perfect, no surprise there. As a whole, she was irresistible. Nobody could ever forget her if he even got a glimpse of her. Henry was one of the luckiest men of the century. Over the last couple of centuries the number of male partners Aphrodite had was decreasing. More and more people started to forget about the Greek and Roman gods. What some people forgot is that Venus and Aphrodite are one person. The Romans only gave the gods different names, but the gods themselves were the same. A lot of Romans and Greeks have had the pleasure of enjoying one night with the goddess of love, but after the Roman Empire collapsed the amount of followers decreased by the day. The amount of people being worthy of Aphrodite started decreasing to a point at which it became hard for her to find a man. So sometimes she would have intercourse with other females.

Aphrodite had observed this Henry while he was observing her. Henry was a well built guy. He had an athletic body with well toned muscles. He wasn't like bodybuilders do, his muscles were not too big and looked good on him. Not much women would turn him down, but with Eros' help he only fell for those women. He never had a relationship with anybody, it didn't even come to a kiss. But Eros was so passionate about Henry that he even asked Zeus to make him a demigod by submerging him in the Styx, so his mother could have Henry forever and solve her problem of her undying need for satisfaction. He did this behind Aphrodite's back and Zeus agreed. As soon as Henry would climax inside of her Zeus would come personally to pick him up and take him to the Underworld to make him a demigod.

Aphrodite believed it was time. She put a finger on his mouth and slid it down his chin, down his well toned chest, stopping at his belly button, teasing him for a moment. Then she continued and patted his penis, which was, unsurprisingly, fully erect, through his boxer shorts. Without looking at it, but looking in his eyes she dragged his boxer shorts down and threw them away. His penis dropped onto is belly and Aphrodite sat down on top of him, rubbing his shaft with her labia, teasing him as much as she could. then she laid down on top of him kissing him passionately. Her godly energy intensified the kiss, making Henry's penis throb against the side of her legs. 

She rose a little bit and pressed one of her breasts into his mouth. She knew his fantasy was to be breastfed like an infant so she fed him with her milk. Aphrodite didn't need to be pregnant or a mother to a newly born infant to lactate. She could lactate at will, as one of her godly powers. She transferred some godly energy into him through her milk. This would help Henry satisfy her needs.

Now it was Henry's time to do some work. She sat on top of him like she was about to 69 him, but she didn't do anything to him, making him work. Every now and then she would touch his penis gently or plant a gentle kiss onto it with her soft lips. He was licking her clitoris like he already had a lot of experience with it. She might now show it that much physically, but all the vaginal fluids coming out revealed how excited she truly was. When she started moaning a little bit, Henry sensed she was nearing an orgasm and sped things up. She started moaning louder and louder until he felt her clasp his legs and pressing her hips tightly to his head. He felt her vagina contracting around his tongue and he knew she had an orgasm.

He was about to say: "It's your turn now." When she put her finger on his lips and said: "Shhhhh. You'll need to do more to satisfy me." She stood up and lifted him up upside down with his face directly facing her vagina. Her physical powers exceeded what her body appeared to be capable of. Her godly powers allowed her to life very heavy objects with ease, so a 'simple' man like Henry was no match for her.

This was new for Henry, he was surprised by her strength and continued his licking and felt her nearing climax again, so he sped things up again and decided to take it a little further. He felt the pressure of her hips against his head again and this time her clutching her arms around his waist even harder and felt the same contractions around his tongue. Her moaning was a little louder than last time. He went on and tried to to lick her faster and thrust his tongue into her deeper and harder. Her vaginal secretions started to increase a lot, covering most of his face by now since he was upside down. He felt her vagina contracting even harder and harder, her moaning kept getting louder and louder and she had her third orgasm when they both fell back on the bed, Aphrodite on top of Henry, with her face just inches away from his throbbing penis.

His pre-ejaculate was dripping out of his penis and streams of it were visible. She licked as much as she could up with her tongue and swallowed it. Then she started to lick around the glans of his penis. She kept licking around it and then stopped. She moved of off is torso and moved in between his legs. She started licking the bottom of his penis and went on to his scrotum. His scrotum was epilated it seemed and the rest of his pubic hair was trimmed neatly. she took one of his testicles in her mouth and started sucking on it. Then she did the same with the other testicle. After that she took both testicles in her mouth and then his whole scrotum and swirled her tongue around it in her mouth.

His penis was throbbing more and more while Aphrodite was having fun with his testicles. a little more pre-ejaculate had dripped out and she neatly cleaned it up for him, swallowing it again. this time she started kissing his penis. She started kissing the bottom of it and worked her way up and took the tip in her mouth this time. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his penis and felt the pre-ejaculate coming out of his penis directly onto her tongue. Then she suddenly swallowed his whole penis, the whole 23 centimeters of it. Henry was surprised by the softness of her throat and let out a load moan.

She started to suck on his penis now. She varied her speed a lot. One moment she was going up and down like crazy and the other moment she was taking it easy. She slowed down on purpose when she felt Henry nearing and orgasm and suddenly sped it up. he was about to ejaculate into her mouth when she pressed hard against the space between his scrotum and anus. No semen came out of his penis while he had his orgasm. Out of experience she knew ejaculation drained all energy from a man and it could be separated from orgasm. And she knew all the ways to do that. 

Henry was surprised he didn't ejaculate, but he realised he was dealing the goddess of love here. She knew all the little tricks to satisfy a man. Aphrodite sat down on top of him again and started rubbing his shaft against her labia. Then she moved off again between his legs. This time she put his penis between her breasts and pressed them together. Because of the pressure, her milk sprayed all over his belly. She started rubbing her breasts up and down against his penis and the stopped to spray some milk on his penis to make it go smoother. She continued again and every time pre-ejaculate came out she immediately licked it up.

Henry was nearing an orgasm again and this time she started masturbating him manually. As she felt his penis stiffen in her hand, his scrotum getting tighter, getting ready to pump his seed out she pressed hard with her free hand against the spot between his scrotum and anus. Again, no ejaculation.

Like before she sat on top of him again, rubbing her labia against his penis. She started rubbing faster and faster knowing that at some point his penis would snap right into her vagina. Henry felt a shock and his penis was inside the goddess' sanctuary. Aphrodite took another man's virginity increasing her godly powers again. This was one of the ways for her to gain power, having and giving orgasms was another. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but instead of burning him with pain it burned him with pleasure. It the energy of his penis inside the goddess was being transferred throughout his whole body.

Over the years Aphrodite had learned how to control her vaginal muscles at will. While she was riding him, she slowed down and manually contracted her vaginal muscles as if she was stroking his penis from the bottom up to the top. But the way she did it, it was like this was done incredibly fast. Henry let out a scream because of her control. She was sitting still on top of him and teasing him with her vaginal contractions. When she felt his penis stiffen up inside her again, she stopped.

"I also know about your fascination with a certain stance called 'doggy-style'. So go ahead now and make another dream come true." she whispered in his ear. She kissed him on his lips and this on his penis before going on all fours and submitting herself to him. This was a first for her, since she was always in control of any type of sexual encounter she ever had. And in this case she wasn't completely in control. She might have some fun by using her vaginal muscles on him, but he was the one controlling the pace this time. Henry was loving the feeling of his hips bouncing off her sweet and soft buttocks.

Now there was only one position left which Aphrodite had never done before: Missionary. Now she submitted herself doing it 'doggy-style', she decided to go all the way and let Henry take over control completely by laying down on her back and letting Henry enter her once again. Maybe this was the way to get her satisfaction, just laying back and letting Henry do the work. Maybe this would take away her agony of her 'eternal unsatisfaction' as she like to call it.

She put her arms around Henry and lifted her legs, so he could get deeper into her, where much stronger muscles could embrace his penis. Aphrodite crossed her legs behind his back and pulled Henry tightly onto herself to get him even deeper into her. She could feel the tip of his penis pushing against her womb every time he tried to push his penis deeper and she thrusted her hips upwards to help him get deeper. The pain it would have caused to any mortal female being, was turned into orgasmic energy for her. Every thrust, she would get closer to an orgasm, and her vaginal contractions got stronger and stronger, his penis became stiffer and stiffer, she felt his scrotum tightening up, the tip of his penis pushing and pushing and pushing and finally entering her womb spiking the orgasmic energy causing her to orgasm and let her vaginal contractions get out of control forcing his seed to directly shoot into her womb. She felt every single drop of it touch the inside of her womb while she laid there in a minute-long orgasm, crying out loud, crying out tears of excitement and joy.

Thunder struck, the window opened and Zeus stood there. "Now this is what I call 'Divine Intervention'." he said and took Henry away. An hour later Aphrodite was back at the Olympus waiting for Zeus to get back to rant at him, when Henry was coming towards her. "Henry? You at the Olympus? Or is this you, Zeus, playing with my mind by transforming into the one man who could satisfy me to the point nobody ever could?" Aphrodite said.

"This is really me Aphrodite. Or should I call you Venus? I like Venus better to be honest." Henry said, smiling. "You're a funny man Henry. Now tell me what you're doing on Mount Olympus, home of the gods, forbidden for any mortal man to enter!" Aphrodite said angrily. "I'm not mortal anymore Venus. Your son Eros, or Cupid as I like to call him." he smiled ", went to Zeus asking for me to become a demigod. I'm the second man after Hercules to be given the privilege of entering Mount Olympus as a demigod. And I believe I have the right to. Just like Hercules I accomplished what no other man has done. I gave you your satisfaction. And now I'm being rewarded with being your eternal companion. I've requested Zeus to take care of your husband Hephaistos, just in case he decides to ruin things for us. Just like you read my mind, Zeus could read yours, you know. He knew no god, not even him would be able to satisfy you ever so he forced you to marry Hephaistos to keep his male fellow-gods cool. But now you found the one man who did the impossible, there is no need for that anymore."

Thunder struck and Zeus was there. He called all the gods to come to him immediately. Within a minute gods started appearing from nowhere. "I have an announcement to make and I'll keep it short. Hephaistos is no longer the husband of Aphrodite. She will now be married to the newest demigod on Mount Olympus: Hemaistos."



Aphrodite; - Act-1, Scene-1



Pam baby;

What a story, you are fantastic!!! There is no way I can improve or even keep up with your story, so I am starting a new one and let's see where it goes. 

Apollo and aphrodite are walking around Olympus one day.

Apollo; " You know Aphry, I am really bummed out." "Nobody believes in us anymore and I am getting  bored." "I know you are a better piece of ass than any mortal woman but after three thousand years, sheesh." 

Aphrodite; "Apollo, you son of a bitch, I give you the best millenia of my life and now you say you are bored?" "I'd say kiss my ass but I know you like to do that so I'll just say "Go fuck yourself"". "Hey, I've got an idea, why don't you get Zeus to put a couple of hinges in that fifteen inch cock of yours and you can do just do just that. Ha ha".

Apollo; "Aphry, I know you, you stupid bitch." "What would you do without my cock?"

Aphrodite: "Apollo, you are such an asshole". "I've been looking over in Asgard, and there is a god over there named Thor who has got a cock that makes yours look like a Vienna sausage." "And Thor is one tough dude, he can fuck for weeks at a time." "I once saw him flood half of sweden trying to get his frigid wife of his hot, and mmmmm and those hairy balls, I'll bet they pack some load."

Apollo; "Don't bullshit me, only Zeus can check out gods outside of olympus."

Aphrodite; "Well, smartass, Zeus gave me the power too" "Don't ask me how come he gave it to me extra powers but suffice to say my tonsils will never be the same."

Apollo; " So that's what you've been doing up there while I've been working. I always knew you were a slut." "If you weren't a god I would have kicked your ass out of here a long time ago."

Aphrodite; "Ha, shit face, let me tell you something" "The only reason I've stuck with you is because you last longer than Hermes, and your not as rough as the satyrs."

Apollo; "That did it, I'm outa here"

exit Apollo, enter Thor

Thor; "Did I hear my name mentioned?" "Shit, it's hot here, don't you people have air conditioning" "Good god, you're all naked.

Aphrodite: "Well hello big boy" "Take off your furs and stay awhile" "This is Olympus, we are all friends here and want you to feel at home"

Aphrodite starts to undress Thor as he backs away looking confused but finally he lets her strip him as he tries to hide his privates. The sly Aphrodite then throws Thor's furs at him and as Thor reaches out to grab them she gasps in awe as his incredible dong is exposed. 

APHRODITE; "Oh baby, that is really a cock for the gods, and I want it,ALL of it"

You were asking about me. OK, I hope you don't find this boring. I don't know how my brain got wired this way but for all my life or at least since puberty I have been excited by women's sexual arousal. When I was young and I could get a girl or woman hot it made sex better but then it was just frosting on the cake. Now it is 90% of my sexual pleasure. Without "her" arousal I could just as soon jack off.

OK then, I was married to my first wife Jean for 31 years until she died of pancreatic cancer. I have a son and a daughter by her. Jean did not believe in sex for pleasure, adamantly, due I suppose, to her catholic upbringing. Otherwise we got along well and I miss her. About 6 years ago I met and dated my present wife and we had great sex. Then we got married and things started to change. Now when she has time we schedule a "session". I can't really say it was all deception on her part, she has become burdened with a lot of family obligations including being the prime care giver for her elderly mother plus becoming involved in certain legal problems that are not her doing. 

So, even though our sex life has "gone south" I still care for her a want to keep our marriage going. But Pam, I do sorely miss the thrill of mutual passion and intimacy. God, do I ever. And that is why the little fun and excitement that you have brought into my life is so welcome. I hope if things go on with us that we can talk together someday and I can hear your voice. Well someday maybe.



Aphrodite and Eros



*The following is an incest erotica based on Greek mythology between Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and her son Eros, the god of love.*

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was relaxing in her temple upon the peak of Mount Olympus. She had watched mortals all morning at their various sexual activities, and had gotten quite turned on. She slipped off her dress and lay down on her bed. She then let her hand slide down to her tight, succulent pussy. She started by rubbing her clitoris with the palm of her hand. After doing this for a while her pussy was getting very wet and she was very horny. She open t her lips and inserted two fingers. She moved them around in a clockwise pattern for a minute and then pulled them out and pushed them back in. She started to moan as her pussy continued to get wetter. She added a third finger and continued until she came. Her body writhed in complete ecstasy for what seemed like days...

While she had been masturbating, her son Eros had been watching. He started to play with his now erect eight inches until he couldn't hold it anymore. He shot his hot, fresh load all over his hands. A single moan escaped his lips. 

The sound awakens Aphrodite and she sees Eros and invites him in. She is still nude on her bed when Eros enters. She started yanking his member until it got hard again and then started going up and down on it. He starts to moan loudly as she causes her son this amazing amount of pleasure. He then cums all over her tits and she licks it off with her still wet fingers. She then inserts her fingers and collects her she-cum and feeds it to Eros. They next share a passionate kiss that mixes their juices with their spit. 

"Well Eros, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes mother I am."

She pulls him over to her bed and lays him down on his back. She licks the underside of his cock to hardness again, wraps her hand around the base and his balls and puts the cock all the way into the back of her throat. She goes up and down on it for a few minutes playing with his sack until Eros starts to moan.

"Mother, I'm going to cum." "Not yet my son."

She stops and grabs his hand. She puts it on the top of her sex and has him lightly massage it. 

"Hmm, that feels great Eros"

He picks up his pace and soon has three fingers going in and out of her pussy. 

"Ohh"

Eros then turns her onto her stomach and rubs his soft member over her sex until it reaches its eight inches again. He then puts his cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy and slowly slides it in.

"Oh Eros that is heaven, don't stop"

"Yes mother"

He keeps going in and out until he's about to cum, (OHH MOM I'm cumming) and then slams it all the way into the back of her pussy where he ejaculates it deep into her cunt.

"Ohh, Eros"

"Ohh, mother"

She then collects his cum on her fingers and devours it. 

"How is it?" "Delicious."

She then takes the juice left on her pussy and takes it to the back of her body and rubs it all over her puckered rosebud.

"Eros, will you fuck your hot mother in the ass", she asked seductively. "Yes mother, I will."

He takes his soft member and rubs it all over her sopping pussy. He then puts in her mouth to give her a taste of her own juices.

"mmm..."

"Are you ready mother?"

"Yes"

He then takes his rock hard dick and slides it slowly into her ass.

"Ohh"

"Do you like that mother, you dirty slut, what kind of dirty goddess takes it in the ass?"

He goes at her tight back hole and slams it in harder and faster than before. 

"Ohh, don't stop Eros"

"Yes you dirty Goddess of Cum"

He keeps going until he's going to cum again. She has a second orgasm and her juices flow back onto his cock. 

"Are you ready mother?"

"Yes, cum in my ass!!"

He lets his sweet god seed fly into her ass then keeps slamming into her as his cock softens.

Her ass is soon leaking cum.

He gets it out with his fingers and feeds it to his mother. He then licks her pussy dry and they share a second cum swap and then fall asleep together on the goddess's bed.



Aphrodite at the Flesh Pot



Aphrodite enjoyed being a goddess. It gave her the freedom to come and go as she pleased, do as she wished, and have what she wanted. That's not to say she was a greedy, selfish, or uncaring goddess. Quite the contrary; she was the goddess of love, passion and carnality. She did not desire possessions or power. She craved the touch of the human body, and she gave as good as she got. 

Tonight she was going to a favorite of hers: the Flesh Pot, a meat market filled to the brim with humans who wanted nothing more than a night of raw, unbridled sex. Adjusting her appearance, she regarded herself in a full-length mirror. This was one of her favorite looks; a svelte brunette with shoulder length hair, perky breasts, bright green eyes and a killer ass. Someone (or two?) was going to get VERY lucky tonight!

The music at the Flesh Pot was thumping as Aphrodite made her entrance. She never did it intentionally, but being the goddess of love makes being inconspicuous rather difficult. The skin-tight black latex dress which barely covered her didn't help, nor did the leather Fuck-Me boots. Her makeup was flawless, as were the lines of her body. She wanted there to be no mistake about what she was there to get...and give! 

Eyes turned to drink in her beauty as she wound her way through the pulsing, sweating dance crowd, hands brushing lightly against writhing bodies, firm rounded ass rubbing against others, the thin layer of rubber separating them by molecules. Heads turned to watch her with desire as she passed by, male and female alike. She loved the feel of the eyes undressing her; they made her heat up with liquid desire, straining to explode on anyone fortunate enough to be in range.

Oops! Did she just drop her clutch? She had! Well, nothing to do other than reach down and retrieve it. Keeping her left leg straight, bending her right leg slightly out in front of her, she bowed at the waist with flexibility any ballerina would admire. She felt the sizzling heat of eyes stroking the gleaming black rubber just barely covering her shaved pussy, admiring the sweet roundness of her ass. Grasping the clutch lightly between two delicate yet talented fingers, she righted herself, turned her head to look over her shoulder, and gave a coy smile to her admirers. She could sense in her very core the hardness of their cocks, the wetness of their pussies.

Aphrodite found herself a seat at the bar without difficulty. She always found a waiting seat; it was not any godly powers, it was simply some ravenously horny man giving up his seat in an attempt to penetrate her. Sometimes it worked! She ordered a drink (which she never consumed; why waste your time with alcohol when there's Nectar?) and once it arrived proceeded to play seductively with the swizzle stick, stirring her drink in lazy swirls, then pulling the swizzle from the glass and running it maddeningly over her lips and tongue.

"What would it be tonight," she thought to herself, heart pounding in time with the music, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth needed some action, too. "A blowjob for some lucky cock? A thorough tongue-lashing for some eager, yet uninitiated clit? Maybe both at the same time?" No, she had that planned for her earthly friends' "Come as You Bizarre" party. Mmm...Was she ever looking forward to that threesome! Surveying the landscape around her, she settled on a quiet guy sitting alone at a table. There were two drinks in front of him, but one was half-full, the ice having long melted. He looked a little forlorn. Time to take his mind off the bitch that deserted him and suck his brains out.

Not much for bothering with subtleties (she had long ago discovered that humans pretended that they like things subtle, but they really just wanted someone to come out and say, "I really would like to suck your cock,") She sauntered over to his table, sat in the chair opposite him, leaned in and said, "I really would like to suck your cock."

Aphrodite was always careful to time statements like that carefully, so as not to end up with a face full of spit-take. He was cute, in a non-movie star sort of way, and when his deep blue eyes finally stopped blinking, trying to see if she was real, all he could manage to say was, "I beg your pardon?"

Knowing how fantastic her tits looked strapped down by the shiny rubber, nipples straining to pierce the fabric, she leaned in further and repeated, "I really would like to suck your cock right now, and no, this isn't some kind of joke." She sidled her chair over next to him and placed a hand on his inner thigh. "Whoever she is, she's gone now, and she's not coming back. You can either sit there like some pathetic loser, or you can come with me into the ladies room and get your cock sucked by someone with a mouth that can suck the spots off of dice." With that she stood up, pausing long enough to brush her hand against his already rock-hard cock, walked three steps away and stopped.

Pivoting on one gleaming steel spike heel, she looked him in the eye and said, "I can make you come with one finger..." His eyes bugged a little and he swallowed hard. She beckoned him with one finger, said, "Come," and walked away toward the ladies room. She knew he would follow.

One reason Aphrodite chose the Flesh Pot was because the ladies room was immaculate. Painted a muted burgundy, it had a foyer with a couch and chair (she always wondered why...) and plenty of clean, large stalls. It was almost as if the designer had had fucking in mind. She smiled...perhaps he had.

Pausing briefly at the door, she saw her man was right behind her. Looking quickly to the left and right, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him brusquely in after her. There were two young girls at the mirror fixing their makeup and worrying their hair; they looked up as Aphrodite walked by, man in tow, and smiled to each other as she pushed him into a stall.

"Wha...what's your name?" he asked, trying to make small talk. 

"Doesn't really matter, does it?" she replied in a pleasant voice. "We're not going to be doing much talking." With that she pulled off his tie, grabbed his arms and lashed his wrists together with it. Forcing him up against the now closed door, she tied his arms over his head to the hook behind him. He began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss involving lips, tongue, and hand rubbing his cock. He knew enough to shut up and enjoy the ride.

Unbuckling his belt, she slid his pant down to find his penis hidden behind plaid boxer shorts. No match for her, the shorts were quickly down around his ankles. Was she good, or was she good? Aphrodite had a talent for sensing the guys with the big cocks. Not monstrously big; what the hell do you do with all that extra meat? Won't fit in the meat locker, if you know what I mean. His cock was at full attention now, small pearl of pre-cum forming on the tip. She loved that...it was like the juiciest part of the steak...to be savored, to be relished, to be sipped up with wonderfully pursed ruby-red lips, then lost as she suddenly sucked the length of his throbbing hot cock into her throat. She kept it there, massaging it firmly with her lips, her tongue, her throat. He gasped and stiffened, then moaned loudly as she began to pump her head up and down the wet shaft.

This is what she was best at. Of course, being a goddess she was also great at fucking, BDSM, cock-teasing, orgies and everything else having to do with sex. And she never tired of it. Her head moved up and down the glistening cock and she began humming an ancient tune. His crotch cobra was vibrating in unison with her song, and her man was breathing heavily. Taking his cock out of her mouth (but never for long...it would never due to let it get chilly!) she ran her lips slowly...so slowly up and down his slickened shaft. She could feel the heat in his body. After several minutes of lollipopping his cock she rocked back slightly, just enough to get clearance around his rock-hard fuck pole, and pulled the top of her dress down so her playmate could get a nice ,long look at her picture perfect tits. Aphrodite hated the look of fake tits...they were unnatural globes that defied gravity. Tonight hers were all natural; firm yet a little on the small side. They stayed where she wanted them to, had killer nipples, and shook so amazingly when she shimmied her body back and forth. He was having a great time, and he deserved the full show. 

Grabbing his shining member with one hand she ran her free hand over his balls. He didn't wince. She wished more men would let her play with their ball and what lay beyond. She was gentle, and if they would just get over it, they would know how fucking hot it was! She could read this guy; he wasn't going to stop her no matter what she did. Aphrodite pumped his cock firmly as she squeezed his balls gently. He moaned again, and she was quite certain she could hear whispering and giggling outside the stall. Good! Let them learn.

She wasn't going to let him come too soon, and by the looks of it, he was going to. The Goddess of Love backed off, slowing her rhythm so the cum could settle once more. He would cover her when she wanted him to, and not before. She was looking forward the salty-sweet taste of it as it filled her mouth and slid down her throat.

With a gentle pressure on the inside of his thighs she made him spread his legs more. She bent down further, lifting his manly banister out of the way, and began to flick her tongue over the sensitive spot right behind his balls. She licked tenderly, as if she were licking butter off the wings of a butterfly. It was a talent she was born with...and she loved to use it. She couldn't get away from the taste, that salty, manly, primordial taste that made the blood pound in her ears and the breath rasp in her lungs. She kept pumping his cock slowly, tugging just enough to make him lose touch with reality with each stroke. She could make him come right now if she wanted; he was that ready. But no, she licked further back, trailing the fingers of her free hand over his ass, nails making temporary red trails over his firm flesh. He had a great ass!

It was getting near time for him to explode. She could deny him no longer. Coming up, she pulled his cock into her mouth once more and pumped up and down, up and down, up and down. Aphrodite knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how fast to go. She slowly increased her pace, her spit drenching his cock, running down his ball, wetting her chin. Marvelous! Now she had things in hand with his pleasure, it was time to add to her own. Reaching down her free hand (her right was still pumping up and down the shaft of his hard throbbing cock, keeping time with her mouth as he face-fucked her,) she pulled up the rubber hem of her dress, revealing the absence of panties. Her snatch was soaking already; she rubbed the lips between two fingers, sandwiching her clit between. As she rolled it between her moistened fingers, she moaned deeply. Her man moaned a split second later, the vibrations of her throat sending his cock into hard, deep, pounding spasms. As she thrust first one, then two fingers into her cunt, finger fucking herself with consummate expertise, she increased to pressure on his cock, making him face fuck her even harder. 

His penis pounded into her mouth, pounded with raw carnal energy, fucking her mouth as if it were the pussy her fingers now slid in and out of. Taking her right hand off his penis for a moment she reached down and squeezed first one tit, then the other, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She loved the feel of her nipples being pulled, sucked, and bitten; it made her cunt twitch just to think about it. Her fingers worked even harder, a third moistened by her pussy juices, then sliding effortlessly into her ass. 

He was ready to come. He was moaning loudly now, and yes, the girls were definitely still outside listening; they made no effort to hide their presence now. She tightened her mouth around his cock, taking her left hand away from her pussy so she could rub his balls and squeeze them, which made him pump even harder, although she had not thought it possible. His moaning was increasing in pitch, and she could feel the cum rising. Taking her mouth away from his cock, she pumped it hard with her hand while holding her mouth wide open in front of it. Just a few more, she thought, then all that juicy cum would be mine! He began to buck, and as she stroked, his cock sprayed hot cum into the air, landing on her right eye, her cheeks, her chin, and then what seemed like gallons into her mouth. He kept pumping, and so did she. Cum pumped out for what seemed ages, until finally he began to slow. Aphrodite sucked his cock into her mouth, coaxing as much from it as she could. She used her hands to collect all the cum she could, licking it from her fingers like chocolate sauce. She didn't want to waste a drop!

Rising slowly to her feet, Aphrodite pulled his shorts and pants up with her, fastening his belt and zipping his zipper. Reaching up, her still-naked tit almost directly in front of his face, she undid the tie and released him from his bondage. He rubbed his wrists, bringing the blood back into his hands. He noticed nothing. She fixed her dress, shook her head to settle her hair, and kissed him long and hard. They tasted of sex.

Pulling him away from the door she opened the stall, pulled him from it and propelled him gently out of the ladies room, smiling dangerously when he looked back at her. She winked, then looked over at her audience of two.

"Ladies," she said with a nod, and then strutted out of the room.



Aphrodite at the Lake



They say that Aphrodite was conceived when her brother Zeus came upon their father raping a woman and cut off his testicles. He threw them into the ocean, and Aphrodite was born – from this combination of violence, lust and water the goddess rose fully formed and aglow with her power. 

He met me at the door. "Did you remember to bring your suit?" he asked. 

"Sure, but I don't understand why—"

"Just come on. Why don't you follow me and we'll leave your car at the warehouse – then we'll ride together out to the lake."

"Wha .. . oh. Jet ski. I thought maybe there was a hot tub or something involved."

His eyes got that familiar glint and he grinned. "Baby, if we were going to be in a hot tub you wouldn't need a suit at all." He slid his arms around me and punctuated his statement with a slow, deep kiss. "I'd have you naked right from the start."

I guess I would have figured that out if I had thought about it much. But I did as he instructed and soon we were at the lake. I had my suit on under my regular clothes, and as he was getting the jet ski off the trailer and into the water I went ahead and stripped down. I was rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders and chest when he turned around. His eyes got wide as he checked me out from head to toe. "Wow. That's nice."

Why do you feel so much more naked in a bathing suit than if you're all the way nude? I wondered. This shouldn't be awkward, but damned if I wasn't blushing. My suit was not overwhelmingly revealing, but made good use of my best features. The top is cut kind of like an inverted-triangle, pointed at my bellybutton, with thin straps that come across the shoulders, crisscross in the back and then attach at the sides. The bottoms are boy-style briefs, low across the front and very short. There's also a matching bikini bottom, but not knowing what I was getting into today I didn't wear it.

He quickly got down to trunks and put our street clothes carefully into the truck. "Have you ever been on one of these things?"

"Probably, but if I have it's been a very long time." He had that quizzical look I always get when I people realize I don't remember things from my youth. No point explaining now why so much of it is blocked out. 

"I'd better drive, then. How well can you swim?"

"Very well. That's not going to be a problem."

"Okay. I'll get on then help you climb up behind me. It's a lot like being on a motorcycle." And with that he dove in and swam away.

He was surprised that I was right behind him when he turned to look for me. "I thought you might be one of those who has to ease in slowly –

I laughed. "You should know me way better than that. Think about it. Have I ever taken anything slow, or wanted you to?" 

That grin. "Uhhh . . .no. What was I thinking? So, are you ready to try this?"

"I suppose. You know, if you get me hurt out here there'll be a hell of a lot of explaining to do. My husband and family might just wonder what I was doing out on the lake with some guy they'd never heard of. And they'd never find my car."

"That's why we're going to be very careful and make sure nothing happens to you." He climbed up on the thing and held out his hand to help me on behind him. "Now, wrap your arms around my waist and hang on."

What a rush. Now I understand how the element of risk-taking that is so tantalizing in our relationship manifests itself in him when I'm not around. The feeling you get with the wind and the water and the speed of being on this machine is proof positive you're alive. Exhilarating. Awakening. 

Sitting behind him, with my legs spread to both sides and my arms around his waist, I was very aware of his body and the vibrations of the motor between my legs. How distracting would it be if I slipped my hands a little lower in the front and began to stroke his cock, I wondered. As I was trying to decide whether to take the chance, he steered us to a very secluded cove and killed the motor. He turned to look at me and his face showed all the life and sparkle I was feeling myself. "So, did you like that?"

"Very much. Almost makes me willing to forgive you for not taking me for a ride on your motorcycle all that time ago . . ." Smiling, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. Devil-glint in his eye, he suddenly pulled me over the side with him and under the water.

"Creep!" I laughed, and splashed him with all the force I could muster, then tried to swim away before he could retaliate. "Not so fast there, girlie," as he caught my ankle from behind and pulled me under again. He caught me up close to him in a strong embrace and kissed me deep and slow. As we broke the surface the mood changed from lighthearted play to burning need, and his hands were exploring my body as our tongues explored the other's mouth.

The coolness of the water on my skin was at vivid contrast to the heat in my body. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against my belly as he ran his hands under my top and pulled it off. "Hey, what are you doing – somebody could come by here any second."

"You weren't paying attention as we were riding, were you? I bet you were wondering if you could play with my hard-on and not get us killed. We're miles from nowhere and I've never seen anyone here before. Relax, no one's going to come by and catch us . . ."

He slipped under the water again, kissing my breasts and sliding off the bottom half of my suit. He paddled over to the ski and carefully placed them in the storage compartment, then slid off his own trunks and put them away too. "Wouldn't want these to get lost, " he murmured. His head disappeared under the water and I could see the ripples on the surface as he swam back to me.

His hands and mouth started near my feet, working up my body. Small bubbles broke the surface tickling my breasts as he kissed my legs and thighs. His tongue shot out at my pussy and the heat of his mouth on me under the water took my breath away. When he had to come up for air he saw my eyes closed and my head thrown back, and immediately captured my open mouth in a rough and needy kiss. "It's strange eating you under the water," he said. "There's no smell, and not as much taste." 

I reached down to stroke his cock and balls. "My turn." And under I went. I sucked him deep into my throat in one gulp, holding his hips tight against my shoulder to keep him from thrusting and making me gag. Releasing, I took a mouthful of the cold water and brought his balls into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue and gently nipping them with my teeth. I could hear him groan from under the water and his hands pulled me back up to the surface.

"Woman, you're too much for one man." His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. He pulled my legs around his waist, and guiding me from the hips, impaled me on his rock-hard cock and held me there as he pushed his full length into me.

"Oh my god. You feel so hot inside." He walked us up to where the water was a bit shallower and he could get a firmer footing. I let the top part of my body float away from him but kept my legs firmly wrapped around his waist. My white skin glowed under the greenish lake, and my breasts floated gently near the water's surface. 

"If I had known what you had in mind I would have used more sunscreen," I told him, grinning. With the water helping to support my upper body, my hips and cunt were able to twist and writhe with great abandon, especially when my arms swept back and forth through the water, shifting my body and weight around. My legs tight around him held his cock in me, and his hands on my thighs provided necessary leverage as he pushed deep inside me. As he got into his rhythm of thrusts, one hand left my waist and he began to rub my clit, gently at first. Slowly. I knew he was teasing me into needing more, faster and faster as his cock shoving hard into my pussy splashed the water up around us. 

"Oh, god yes, that feels good. Yeah, that's it, rub me, please, fuck me. Yes. Please. Push. Oh god, you're going to make me cum. I want to cum . . .please"

"Good. Cum for me, let it go. Do it. Cum all over me. I want you to cum so hard you scream, then I want you to cum again and again."

My body began to shake as the spasms took over. I could feel the orgasm squeeze his cock inside me and he got harder than I could have imagined possible. He slowed his strokes on my clit just a little, and I could see him looking at where our bodies were joined just under the surface. "I can see it. I can see you wrapped around me and when your pussy throbs. I can see you cum. Oh, you look so good."

As I came down from my orgasm I rose up out of the water to put my arms around his neck and kiss him. "Thank you."

"Hey, no need to thank me. I wanted to do that." He carried me up to a smooth area on the bank and laid me down in the grass. "You'll understand, of course, if I take my turn now." A smile, and a quick kiss. "I want to do this some more first, though. It just wasn't right under the water."

He turned to where his head was between my legs and his cock just over my face. His tongue began exploring and teasing me and I could feel my juices flowing again. I reached up and took his penis into my mouth, my hand wrapping around the back of his thigh to caress his testicles and the root of his shaft. The deeper I rubbed him, the faster his tongue and lips worked on me. I could feel another orgasm building and couldn't believe he could get me there again so fast. I came again, even harder than the first time. "You've got to give me a break soon," I told him.

He turned and leaned down to kiss me. This time, I could smell my pussy juices on his face. "You like it. Don't tell me you don't . .."

"I'm not saying I don't like it. I just need to be able to walk tomorrow. I don't know how much more of you I can take."

He used his knees to spread my legs before him. Looking me straight in the eyes, he placed just the head of his cock in me. "Can you take this much of me?"

"Fuck yes – yes, I can take that much." Breathless, needing, anticipating. My back arched, and I tried to raise my hips to bring more of him into me, but he stopped me. "No, now, be still. . . Do you want more? Do you want more of me?"

Yes. Please. More. 

He slid in a bit further, and again, stopped. Tormenting me with his hardness, with this need to be filled and fucked and taken. "How 'bout that? Is that enough?"

"No, damn you. Give me more. I want it all in me. Please, fuck me."

And that was the edge. He pushed hard into me and began to furiously fuck my wet, slick pussy. The sweat broke out across his brow and I wrapped my legs high around his biceps. He lifted my ass off the ground and leaned forward to push his cock deep inside me, hard, thrusting motions that couldn't last long enough.

"Oh god you feel so good. You're so wet and tight and I'm so hard in you. How do you make me so hard?" 

"The same way you make me so wet. It feels good. Better than good. Better than great. I don't know why or how . . . but it does and I want you over and over and over." Push. Please. Oh it feels so good in me. 

"Where do you want me to cum? I'm so close . . ."

"Cum in my mouth. I want to drink your cum and feel your cock explode inside me. Please, cum."

He quickly pulled out and brought his cock to my face. I slid my hand around his shaft and my lips over the swollen purple head. He groaned loudly. "Oh . .. .yes, here it comes." Some birds flew away, squawking angrily at being disturbed. 

I sucked greedily as he shot out hot spurts into my mouth. I opened my lips wide and captured all of it. Tastes good. Salty. Like him. Like me. I licked him clean and eased him back to where he was sitting on his knees. We relaxed and kissed for a minute. Caught our breath. 

"Oh, shit."

"What's the matter," I asked.

"I forgot my cigarettes."



Aphrodite Awakens



Aphrodite awoke from the darkest sleep, She had no recollection of why, how or when she had become but knew she was powerful and had purpose. She knew she was a Goddess.

The dank surroundings of her chamber became apparent, slime mould dripped from the walls and the previously ornate splendour of the cavern had aged badly. Her colossal form rose and guided by age old routine Aphrodite staggered with the help of the disgusting wall to the sealed archway which opened silently by itself.

Brilliant Mediterranean sunlight flooded through the arch and Aphrodite emerged into a massively changed world on the southern tip of Lesbos to reclaim her Realm.

She scanned the locality and was displeased with everything she surveyed from the crass water front in the distance to the shoddy apartments that scarred the steep slope down to the teal Mediterranean Sea.

Aphrodite's first need was to cleanse the ages long sleep and grime from her naked body, she stood 18 metres tall and had the body of a Goddess, obviously. Every curve was truly majestic, from her large but delicate feet to the elegant and slender neck that supported a face of perfect beauty, framed by golden tasselled hair. More about the bits in between when our protagonist has bathed.

She strode straight down to the sea, passing villas and dwellings and because it was midday, a naked, giant Goddess striding over gardens, roads, fences and orchids provoked no attention. As she passed the beach front restaurants and shops, all hell broke out.

People ran, people starred, people held up their mobiles but captured no images. Aphrodite would not be videoed and footage of holiday makers panicking and running from thin air were soon circulated across the world.

Aphrodite entered the sea gracefully and slowly allowing the water to encase her toned olive legs, she had no concern for mortals and swayed her hips as she took short cross legged steps out to sea. The cheeks of her bottom rose alternatively with each step and Aphrodite's hands lightly caressed her stomach and breast as the sea gradually swallowed her.

Her bottom was a peach, it was the arse of a life time for mortal man, although some might describe it as a touch too wide. The globes of her cheeks were perfect crescents and the tops of her inner thighs bulged and then tapered in slightly to her pubis, leaving a tall inverted triangle of sunlight to shine through her legs, obscured only marginally by a sparse thatch of pubic hair.

The sublimely hour glass waist swayed provocatively as the water rose up to Aphrodite's bum. She crouched and pushed herself further out to sea, completely submerging, and was gone. Moments later large waves lapped onto the previously calm beach as the only evidence that she had passed, not a foot print had been left behind.

Aphrodite emerged from the sea onto a secluded beach as silently as the lapping waves. She was refreshed and cleansed and her second need focused itself in her mind. The beach was flanked on all sides by steep inaccessible cliffs and the only other occupant was a naked man who lay on the foredeck of his small yacht under the shade of a makeshift canopy.

He was average height, for a mortal, and young and handsome, for a mortal. He slept the sleep of gods with peace of mind and careless contentment. He was a good man who made his living from taking tourist on day trips to isolated coves and fish bar B Qs.

He lived well and was not greedy, slothful or sleazy. Aphrodite liked him straight away and since there were no other gods in the world, he would become her lover, and Aphrodite needed one, more than anything else at the moment.

The man's name was Stavros. He liked big women even though he was anything but large himself. Maybe it's a Greek thing. He was well muscled and tanned from the time he spent at sea but his obsession in bed was being suffocated by tits or pussy or arse, he didn't care as long as his face was buried. Aphrodite saw possibilities here, as she looked into the sleeping mans mind and approached so her colossal shadow fell across the yacht.

A moment later the timid and bewildered face of Stavros peered from under the canopy and straight up into the largest bulging pussy, glistening with wetness, an enormous pair of tits each capped with a auburn nipple the size of a dustbin lid and standing erect like a bucket. The face that smiled down was that of Aphrodite herself, which it was. His penis became erect and his buttocks clenched in the same instance.

Nothing was said, but Aphrodite bent down slowly and reached out, easily folding her hand around Stavros's mid section and lifted his unresisting body from the boat. He was brought up to her face and he starred into the eyes of a Goddess. All she said was "you will be my lover."

He made no reply, what do you say in situations like this? She brought him closer to her mouth, extended her tongue and licked him from his erect penis up across his belly and chest and across his face, her tongue was soft and hot and wet and tasted of sweet fruits.

She parted her legs and gently traced his body down across her own wiping him across her breast. His groin caught on her hardened nipple and a spasm of beautiful pain shot into his stomach as his balls were squashed as he was pressed against her tit.

"Will you be my lover? My sex slave?" she whispered.

"willingly?" Aphrodite clarified.

He had dreamed of big women all his life and some how this seemed perfect or a dream, how could he refuse?

"Yes" he said hoping to sound confident, but his voice croaked betraying his nervousness.

Aphrodite stroked him down her body further, across her belly where she twirled him round several time and finally down to her cunt where she slid Stavros's entire body between her lips and rubbed him gently against her sex.

A cliteros the size of a small pillow stood erect and Stavros wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the sensitive bud as the pace of Aphrodite's rubbing increased. Momentarily the wanking stopped as Aphrodite lowered herself onto her back across the beach.

"Don't worry, you will be able to breath" she said huskily and without further warning Aphrodite positioned Stavros's head at the entrance to cunt.

Stavros realising what was about to happen almost had chance to scream, but his entire head was pushed forcible into her pussy, he felt the walls of her vagina tighten around his head and face and then the walls slide past his face as his shoulders met with resistance.

But still she pushed him further in, the outer lips yielded and he gradually felt the tightness of her pussy travelling down his arms and chest and past his elbows, then past his waist and hips. His thighs were squeezed together and his erect penis was bent down uncomfortably as his legs began to disappear.

The world became dull and the only sound was the slow beating of her heart and the sound of rushing blood through her arteries. When he was in up to his knees, the forward advance stopped and he was withdrawn to his waist.

As his hands and cock popped free he took the opportunity to straighten his cock ready for the inevitable reversal. He was plunged back inside up to his calves.

He took a gasp for air, and found that he was able to breath even though he was completely submerged in pussy juice, she had been right about that.

His cock and balls were being delightfully rubbed against her vagina walls, he felt his ejaculation building. The gentle strokes became more urgent as the grip on his lower legs increased and Aphrodite pounded him in and out like a cock.

The eventual spasm he felt through his entire body as she came. Her muscles clenched him like a vice again and again. He was pushed in even deeper until he felt the palm of her hand pushing against the soles of his feet and he was completely enveloped.

Stavros came and his head popped through her cervix hole as he screamed his orgasm into Aphrodite's womb.

It seemed like an age before he felt fingers probing round his feet and gently extracting his body glistening with pussy juice. He hung upside down as Aphrodite licked him clean and then tossed him into the sea like an angler returning a small fish.

The splash was not huge but the water was welcomingly cold and when he had cleaned himself he returned to his mistress and goddess, who lay on the beach stretched out with one leg raised.

"What is your name mortal?" Aphrodite spoke with authority but kindness.

"Stavros" was the required reply, given with humility.

"You will address me as Goddess from now on, I shall call you Cock and you will travel with me across this world, in my pussy."

Cock did not argue but merely pleaded "please Goddess, when I travel, may I enter you feet first?"

Aphrodite laughed "I thought you liked to have your face buried in pussy"

"Ah yes Goddess, but I would also like to see the world." And so they set off, Stavros was put back into his mistresses pussy feet first so that only his arms and head were exposed.

As they travelled through quiet countryside they looked quite a sight, a giant naked lady with a man sticking out of her cunt, but it was a convenient place to put him and meant she did not have to encumber herself with clothes and left both her hands free. 

They settled for the night in a orchid grove, "I will rest now, I have travelled all day, you shall sleep in me, but before you sleep, I want you to enjoy my body any way you wish."

Cock was taken aback, this was not the normal way to negotiate sexual activity that he was concerned would be considered weird.

"Goddess I do not understand your request, I thought I was here to serve you."

"You are here to serve me, and you will serve me by enjoying my goddess body." She explained.

"I am the goddess of love and love cannot be all take and no give, I will not be offended by anything you do."

"Well Goddess as you probably already know, I do enjoy arse play."

Aphrodite looked at Cock with a smile,

"I would be very pleased for you to play with and in my arse, as you put it, I suppose you want me to roll over and spread my cheeks?"

Cock hesitated without knowing quite how to proceed but stammered and then quietly said " If it would please you Goddess"

"No Cock, only if it would please you," with that she rolled onto her perfect tits, opened her legs and stuck out her gorgeous arse,

Cock climbed onto Aphrodite's back and walked across onto her proffered bottom, unsure where to start like a kid in a sweet shop.

He jumped up and down on her bouncy orb a couple of times, then across to the other buttock, then back and forth between buttocks before finally plopping down length ways in the crack of Aphrodite's arse, causing them to both laugh out loud and Aphrodite to give Stavros an involuntary squeeze between her bum cheeks.

Cock allowed his body to slide in sideways until his hip was pressed against her anus. He was warm and snug and surrounded by soft flesh, "Squeeze me again please Goddess."

Gently Aphrodite clenched her buttocks and her firm arse folded further around cock's body. He reached down and touched her puckered hole with the flat of his hand.

He pushed his face between her cheeks until his entire face was pressed against her bottom, he pressed more firmly and felt her sphincter begin to yield. Finally his entire head was slowly engulfed up Aphrodite's arse.

Cock put out his tongue and tasted her. She was delicious, and had an immediate aphrodisiac effect on his entire body. His skin tingled and became super-sensitive, his mental state heighten and his penis engorged till it ached.

He remained inside for a short while, deafened to the outside word and worked out how to ask Aphrodite what he wanted.

When he emerged he walked to Aphrodite's smiling face and just said it, "Please Goddess will you stick me head first up your bottom?"

"That sounds like a splendid idea cock, I'll need to lubricate you first, but I want you to do something as well, I want you to wriggle like an eel inside me. Really kick and thrash about, I promise you won't hurt me, just the opposite."

"Will I be able to breath Goddess?"

"Of course you will, now come here." With that she grabbed Cock's unresisting middle and rolled over, before he could orientate himself from being lifted off the ground Aphrodite had lined his head up with her sopping pussy and pushed his head in.

The rest of him followed much faster than the first time, he remembered about wriggling like fuck and set to work, swimming into her pussy like he was doing the butterfly without the arm motion, but he stuck his elbows out.

Outside unbeknown to Cock, Aphrodite was bucking and thrashing about in ecstasy and wasn't going to let him out anytime soon. After her third orgasm she pulled his exhausted frame out and held him dangling upside down.

"You've got to do that all again, I'm putting you straight back up my bottom, now you're all slippery, but do catch your breath before starting to thrash about again."

With that she lined his head up with her arse hole and push his head in easily, his shoulders took quite a bit of pressure to get past her sphincter, but once they were, he slid inside and this time he was pushed in until only his feet stuck out.

It was very tight up Aphrodite's bottom, her colon clung to his body and face as he might imagine elastic latex would. He felt very erotic knowing exactly where he was, When he felt fully rested he realised he was holding his erect cock.

If he was going to thrash about he might as well enjoy it as well. He started to pump his penis and kick his legs and gyrate his hips around. Then roll his head.

With all this movement of his body his feet slipped in through her arse as well, He was now completely inside a sex mad Goddess, who he was beginning to have quite strong feelings for. She was wonderful and adventurous, But would he be able to keep her satisfied?

He felt his Goddess orgasm several times, each time the strong contractions threaten to expel him like a turd, only managing to stay inside by spreading his legs and planting his feet against the inside of her anus.

On her final orgasm Cock came as well, the intensity of his orgasm made him spasm all over just on the cusp of exquisite agony, the most overwhelming sensation of his life. Cock was completely spent and allowed himself to be shat out as Aphrodite's powerful contractions squeezed every square centimetre of his flesh.

He rose from the coiled heap he'd been dumped in and climbed over his Goddess's pubic mound, crawled across her belly, finally collapsing between her heavenly tits.

"Thank you Goddess, I cannot thank you enough, these are my darkest fantasies, and I'm living them finally."

Aphrodite with a sleepy smile replied, "It's quite alright darling Cock, I am one of the gods, I have never not existed, but you have taught me what it is like to take a shit."



Aphrodite Electric



Aphrodite Electric – A Phone Sex Perspective

(Originally published as a slightly different version in Anything That Moves, No. 12, under the pen name “Areena.” All rights retained by author.)

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As far as you are concerned, I have a tattoo across my groin that says, “Slippery when wet,” complete with a rendering of the Rolling Stones’ logo, huge tongue and all. As far as you’re concerned, I am 25; or maybe I am 18; certainly, I am no younger than 18, but I sure sound like it when I feel like it, or when you ask me for it.

Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality? Are you absolutely sure that you do? Do you call a phone sex line and ask to speak to “Virgin Andrea” or Tessie with 36 double-E tits, believing that’s who’s going to murmur into your ear?

Believe it if you will; suspend disbelief, and you become a part of the drama, you become as one with the stage, the props, the voices, and yes, you become my lover, if only for a few minutes, and only for a pitifully small portion of the $3.99 per minute that you are paying for me to weave you a reality that will make you cum.

I am Venus, if Venus were out on her own, down on her luck, and desperate for a job. This is the perfect job for a card-carrying Wiccan, or should I say an amulet-wearing, which I am; I pray to Aphrodite all the way to work, and when I get there, I become the goddess – young, mature, black, oriental, Hispanic or white – and the goddess, who lives through me, grants you an orgasm if you’re properly obedient, if you stay on the line long enough for me to get credit for the call.

If you don’t, well, you were already worshipping something else, prideful, complete in yourself, and weren’t calling on divine lust anyhow. Or perhaps a few seconds of my breathy, holy voice sent spasms through your groin; you may be the most ardent worshipper of all, you who do not stay for long. I do not, however, feel much like blessing you. 

Dominating, aggressive, sucking, nibbling, fucking, pissing, whipping bitch-goddess, I am also the goddess of making slow, passionate love to every inch of your body or so submissive I beg and whine as you tie me up and deliciously torment me. As far as you are concerned, my divine wardrobe is boundless; Victoria’s Secret seems to stay in business solely at my whim, and many cows have been sacrificed for my leather collection. 

As far as you’re concerned, I have enough vibrators and dildos to start a sex toy museum, but I could never quit using the merchandise. Fortunately, I have the natural sex drive of a goddess; sometimes you talk me into orgasm, too; sometimes I talk myself into it, as I tease you and weave you into the turbulent, horny tempest in my mind’s eye. The frenzy tangles my hair; I look up at you from your cock or pussy with wild green eyes. Sometimes they’re blue... sometimes they’re brown. 

I will even walk with you through fantasies that I would never entertain on my own. I am the goddess, and sometimes the goddess has to walk through the underworld, too. I will become your mother or maybe your sister, and I will be her begging you to fuck me in the ass, and patiently trying to get you off, even though I have tried for an hour already and have guessed by now that you are afflicted, most likely with a combination of extreme guilt and too much alcohol. I am, after all, the goddess, and I have compassion for those I cannot cure on the earthly plane. I will not be able to forget you, even if I really want to, because I am the ancient goddess and you are my supplicant, whether you know it or not. 

I am the lone out-bisexual working here. I alone am delighted and thrilled when a woman calls to speak to me, to stroke her clit for me. Everyone here in this run-down, drab, welfare-office of a work place, knows there are certain calls that they can just hand over to me, calls that are too weird for a non-goddess to entertain. I am also the lone out-Wiccan, although I suspect a couple of others are sisters in that family. No one says anything at all about her religion; I alone could talk about my faith without shame. I alone seem to be enjoying my work most of the time. 

Middle-aged, I am not the oldest woman working here; she could be my mother, if she’d gotten pregnant by her first boyfriend, which she wisely did not. She is my Crone, my story-woman in this profession. I, in turn, seem to amuse her very much. Do I remind her of her daughter, who also happens to work here? Of herself? She does not intimate that; perhaps she thinks I’m an overly enthusiastic fool, reading too much into this job and consequently I won’t last, but she is kind to me anyway. She’s right: I’m here because I can’t find anywhere else to work. I don’t know how I will sanitize this experience on my resume. Most of the people in this large, unpleasant room don’t even know what a resume is. There is no one to advise me. 

The youngest among us never stays the same; this is not a job for an 18-year-old. Unfortunately, they do not find that out until they work here. Most work one shift and never come back, but many more quit after just one or two calls. Consequently, we’re all lying when we’re on the phone...but we can pull this off to your satisfaction because we weave nubile young girls out of our high school graduation pictures and the experiences we have had, or read about, since then. Believe it, not because it is true now, but because it once was true...or nearly so. 

We of the middle years, the mother-figures ripening slowly into cronehood, we congregate together, sometimes along with the women still in their 20s, and we all speak of our adventures, our hardships. The road of the goddess of the love-shrine is not exactly smooth, but it is walkable. It’s bearable, with friends. 

Do you know the difference between fantasy and reality? Are you very sure? What was the last time you found yourself deceived by your own expectations? Hmmmm? And where it concerns masturbation, does it really matter? Isn’t it a thrill to carry the memory of having talked to me, whoever we both agreed I was, for 20 minutes? 

Call me, if you can suspend disbelief, if you can weave an erotic web or have one woven around you, and understand that for you, my supplicant, I become who I say I am, and then morph back into my own shape between callers. 

Call me if you understand what the dream-time is, if you understand that your fantasies are real, they exist, but they are not, strictly speaking, of this world. 

At $3.99 per minute, I’m worth it. I might actually let you kiss my tattoo...



Aphrodite in Athens



In my early 30s I took a teaching job at a language school in Athens. I wanted to do some travelling, so I bought a car, a cute little Fiat Punto. And I met Aphrodite (her real name). She was one of my adult students, in her mid-20s, a civil engineer who needed to improve her English to get a better job as a bridge inspector (or something like that). She lived with her family in a coastal suburb. After class in the evening I would drive her home, though her parents thought she got home by bus.

But I wouldn't take her straight home. We'd park at a spot along the coast that was something of a lovers' lane. There were always a dozen or so cars there, and we'd seen couples making out, and sometimes making love, in more than a few back seats and front seats. We did the same. It was very sexy to be carrying on like a teenager -- a phase of life I had never had enough of when I was the right age for it. 

Where there are lovers' lanes near cities, there are voyeurs. In my experience they are harmless. They are timid men who just like to watch. Oh, maybe they'd like to join in, but they don't really expect to. Let them watch and you make them happy. 

The first time we experienced a voyeur was a little unsettling. The man pulled in very close to us, just a few feet away. We stopped what we were doing -- we were in the back seat with the front seats tipped forward, and I had removed Aphrodite's jersey, so that she was wearing only her sexy, white demi-cup bra on top. She sought shelter in my arms, turning away from the other car and spreading her long dark hair over me. I watched the man as he reclined his seat all the way back so that only his eyes peered above the bottom of his rear driver's-side window. There he waited, just like many another patient predator. He seemed to be around 50 years old, with short, iron-gray hair.

I reported on his posture to Aphrodite, who stole a quick glance. She was nervous. But I was secretly excited. It's strange to say, but part of me identified with the man. To be honest, part of me even wanted to take his place and watch myself and Aphrodite.

But watch what? Aphrodite cowering in my arms? I reassured her: "He seems harmless." 

"He's so close. Maybe we should go."

"Our doors are locked. Don't worry. Pay no attention to the man behind the screen. Pay attention to me."

And with that, I kissed Aphrodite full on the lips, and let my lips stay right there. She was happy to be kissed, and soon we were kissing passionately, though we hadn't changed our position. I straightened her up against the back seat and kissed her again. We both glanced at the man, but he had slunk down out of sight. Light from a streetlight fell across those demi-cups. I kissed Aphrodite on the neck, the throat, the chest, and her chest rose as she took a quick breath. She looked over at the man again like a skittish horse. I kissed her on the mouth again and then dropped my head and my tongue between those slightly dusky breasts -- the tint of Aphrodite's skin was a warm Greek shade of brown. The wine of her perfume went to my head, and the heat rising from that skin inflamed me. 

Aphrodite too was feeling the call of sex, man or no man. I decided not to rush things. I wouldn't expose her breasts, but I wanted her pants off. More kissing, and my hand grabbed the fabric of her jeans at her crotch, rough with all that stitching, and hot, and already moist. 

"Let me get these off you. Turn around. It's OK. I'll take care of you. Se thelo." I didn't know much Greek, but I had learned the words for "I want you."

Aphrodite slowly turned around on the seat and rested her head between the headrests, turning it away from the watcher. In other words, she was kneeling backwards on the back seat. He back was bare except for the white straps of her bra. Such a beautiful smooth back. I told her so. Then I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and slid her zipper down its track. Her jeans split apart. I imagined the wild animal of her body being glad to be released from its cage. 

But really, I had just opened the door a crack. The jeans had to come off. I had to tug, and slide, and adjust, and pull. The man had taken an interest. He sat up and watched intently, unembarrassed, oblivious of me, his eyes riveted on Aphrodite's ass. The top of her panties was now exposed. She wasn't wearing a thong, but already I -- we -- could see that her panties were cut to show most of her cheeks. And then, where her ass swelled to its widest, her jeans got stuck for a moment. I would have to give them a hard tug to get them down. I did, and suddenly they dropped down to the top of her thighs. Her panties had travelled halfway down her ass as well. I actually pulled them back up, since I wanted to take them down again myself. I looked over at the man. His eyes were the hard, fierce eyes of a bird of prey.

I slipped Aphrodite's sandals off and wriggled her jeans down below her knees and pulled them down past her calves and ankles. She turned her head around and smiled at me. The man ducked before Aphrodite could catch a glimpse of him. 

"Oh, he watched," I said, "but he doesn't want to scare you. He's as timid as a churchmouse. Don't worry about him."

I took off my shirt. I took off my jeans. I sat back and lifted Aphrodite on top of me. The man popped up. Aphrodite saw him and ducked down, pressing herself on me.

"I like it when we're close," I said, "but don't worry about the man. Don't look at him. I'll keep an eye on him for us."

I spread my hands and grasped Aphrodite by all that bare flesh on either side of her panties. My cock stiffened and throbbed in my briefs, and Aphrodite felt it between her legs and pressed herself against it and rose and fell against it. She had decided to give me a little lap dance, riding up my shaft and massaging the knob between her labia through her wet panties and sliding back down again. I held on to her ass and stared at the goddess on top of me.

When I glanced over at the man I saw that he had rolled down his window and was hanging his head out toward us so that his hawk-like eyes were closer than ever. 

I started to peel Aphrodite's panties down by stroking her from the small of her back to the bottom of her ass, exposing a bit more of flesh with every pass.

"Take them off," I said.

"You too."

In a moment it was done and I was inside her up to the hilt. No condom necessary; she took the pill. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her by the shoulders and pressed her body down to force myself as deep into her as I could. I felt my cock expanding and extending inside her. She tightened her sheath around me. We had locked each other in love.

It was all too much for the man. He opened his front door and squeezed out. Our window was open a crack at the top. There he set his eyes to avoid any glare from the glass. He undid his fly and began to masturbate. Once again Aphrodite froze.

"The door is locked. He's only looking," I said steadily, though I was a little nervous myself. I held up my hand to the man. He backed off with an apologetic look. 

"He will do what I tell him," I said.

It was time for another kiss, a long, deep kiss that seemed to dissolve the tension. I pulsed my imprisoned organ tantrically, and Aphrodite squeezed me in return. I slid the bra straps off her shoulders. I had been saving the best for last. Aphrodite's breasts were of average size but they rode high on her body, and her nipples were a deep dark rose color. The tops of her dark areolae peeped out over the white lace trim of her cups. I undid the clasp at her back and her bra dropped off. Before she could hide I had taken one nipple into my mouth. The man reapproached, Aphrodite struggled a little to draw away, but I had her in my arms, and between my lips. I took a nipple between my teeth. I knew that would excite her, and keep her still. And I knew she loved what I did to those brown breasts, first one, then the other, gorging on that springy hot flesh. Soon she began to move, to ride, to slide, to press and rub and slowly whip her body against mine in sweet convulsive strokes.

We were lost in each other now. She had no more thought for our watcher. I looked at his face at the top of the window. He didn't see me watching him -- his stare was fixed on Aphrodite's sleek body as it moved like a snake on top of me. I saw a look of longing, almost of pain, in that man's eyes. The fierceness was gone. He was rhythmically stroking himself as he watched. 

The more Aphrodite rode, the more excited we became. We were rising higher and higher toward some unseen summit. I pressed my belly up against Aphrodite's mass of dark pubic hair. She pressed back and ground herself against me. I attacked her with rapid driving strokes and held her hard. We came together loudly, with anguished ecstatic cries -- and I heard the man cry out too, a desperate orgasmic cry in the night air. He retreated immediately to his car. We both looked over when he shut the door. 

We were trembling in each other's arms. Aphrodite swung off and sat beside me. We pulled our shirts on and held each other weakly. The man drove off. It was a long time before our heartbeats returned to normal.

Part 2

My next class with Aphrodite was the following week. I had called her but hadn't seen her in the meantime. She admitted that it had been sexy for her to be watched, after the initial discomfort. That was all I needed to hear. I couldn't wait to return to our parking spot in the hope of being watched again.

I played it straight during class, except when it came time to explain the use of passive infinitives. I gave two examples, looking right at Aphrodite: to be seen, to have been seen. She asked me to use them in a sentence. I blushed, but I thought for a moment and said, "The desire to be seen is a natural human feeling. To have been seen doing your best goes by the name of glory. What I'm saying is that we're all show-offs at heart. It is better to be seen that not to be seen," I said, with a nod to Oscar. 

Right after class I presented Aphrodite with a little gift. It was a t-shirt I had picked up in the Plaka. It showed an image of the Venus de Milo -- known in Greek as the Aphrodite of Milos, after the island where it was found -- with the word "Goddess" above it in cursive letters. And across the top of the shirt were a series of holes arranged in an arc from one side of the chest to the other, getting larger as they descended, ending just at the top of the right breast. They didn't show anything, really, but the suggestion was unmistakable. Aphrodite slipped into the ladies room and put it on, with nothing underneath. She looked stunning, and she knew it. She was ready for glory.

There were lots of cars at our spot, and we parked in between two of them. I was afraid we might not be able to be approached, but I was willing to leave that to chance. I didn't want to seem too eager, though secretly I was. There were couples in the cars beside us, and one in the back seat seemed to be up to something, though it was hard to see past the reflections of the glass. 

The night was unusually warm for November. I suggested we step outside. We walked down to the top of the rocky embankment, then back to the car. Only we didn't get in. I led Aphrodite around to the back of the Punto. I pressed her against the back window and kissed her. Why go inside? It was such a beautiful night. There was soft light playing on us from a streetlight; it seemed to brush across us as it passed through leaves moving in the light breeze.

It wasn't long before I was kissing her chest through all those little holes. They began the size of a dime and increased to almost the size of a half dollar. And the fabric was stretchy, so that the holes could be moved around. And the 50 cent hole could be pulled down the slope of Aphrodite's left breast all the way to the nipple, and I tugged it down and stole one kiss on that sensitive rosy flesh. Then I reached around under the back of that sweet little t-shirt and held Aprhodite by the bare skin of her slim hips, and I looked her in the eyes and said the word "goddess."

A moment later, as if conjured from thin air, a man peered out from behind the back of the car two cars down. He must have been watching us, or at least he wanted to watch. He tried to hide, but he could not prevent himself from being seen. Finally he just let his head remain popped around the back of the car (his own?), like an elf in the woods or a curious but timid wild animal. We both saw him at the same moment. He was not the man of our previous encounter, but someone younger and better-looking.

It was clear that he wanted to keep his distance (or thought he had better keep his distance) once he had been detected. But when we didn't dive for cover, he seemed to become less furtive and gaze at us without shame. 

"The woods are full of spirits," I said to Aphrodite. For some reason the man did not seem threatening, thought there was nothing to prevent him from springing fifteen feet in our direction before we could react. My eyes met his, as if to say "Stay where you are. (And you might not regret it)." And he seemed to reply with his eyes "Just don't stop." The fact is that both Aphrodite and I were in a free and fearless (and turned-on) mood. There was something intoxicating in that balmy, briny air. 

So I moved my hands under her t-shirt up to her ribs. Then around to her braless back, then down to her hips and again up inside the front of that cotton tee, and I let those fingers slide all the way up to her breasts, filling my hands with them and fondling them to my heart's content. A full, tender, swirling kiss was my way of saying thanks. And asking for more.

Her own hands had tugged my shirt out of my pants and she too stroked my back and ribs inside the fabric. I dropped my hands again, but this time when I raised them I was hanging on to the bottom of her t-shirt. I raised it slowly, first on one side, then on the other, as I kissed her. And I cocked an eye over at our friend. He was still mostly behind his car, but I caught him with his cock in his hand. He quickly hid, but I was glad he was enjoying the show.

And now I was clutching Aphrodite's t-shirt just below her breasts, and gently rubbing my knuckles across her nipples from outside the fabric. She knew what I was going to do next. She glanced over at the man. This time he froze but he didn't dive. 

I said, "He likes to watch."

And then I looked into Aphrodite's eyes, into her dark brown eyes, and slowly lifted her shirt above her breasts. I dropped my eyes: it was as if the statue of the goddess on her shirt had warmed and softened into the perfect light brown body before me -- before me and the man whose voyeur's dreams were coming true on this warm Athenian night. I kissed those breasts, I sucked them and sucked them as if I could never get my fill of them. Aphrodite dropped a hand and started stroking my swollen member through my pants. 

After a while I let the t-shirt drop back down. 

"I adore you," I said. She smiled and said, "Let's switch places."

And so we did, which meant that I could reach freely around her and hold her ass in my hands. I reached in front of her and undid the button I knew so well, and unzipped her until there was no more to unzip. Remember, we were outdoors in a semi-public place. Not really a good, safe place to get naked. That was not my design. I just wanted to be able to thrust my hands down inside the back of Aphrodite's jeans. Now there was room for them, but not so much room that I didn't feel that my hands were not prying into a secret room. I remember the first time (in junior high school) I heard the question "Did you get in her pants?" Ever since I have loved to get in women's pants. 

I felt her warm ass cheeks and her flimsy panties, and I felt her jeans dropping down as I stroked and burrowed. I could see I was exposing her body at the level where her ass began to swell: below the hips, where the roundness begins. Aphrodite had a firm, curvy ass, not large, but tight and round. I wanted more than anything to show it off -- just like the ancient Greek sculptor, if you've ever checked out the statue from the rear. 

I could sense that Aphrodite was a little nervous at the prospect of being so exposed. And for that reason I thrust my hand down the front of her jeans, inside her panties, past her patch of pubic hair until I felt her soft, hot, slick slit with my fingertips. I could feel the swollen clitoris at the top, just asking to be rubbed, and I swirled my fingers around it, and above it, and then, after two direct hits on that protruding bead of flesh, I pushed a fingertip inside of her and heard her sigh at my ear. I travelled that little track from bud to the bottom of the blossom where the honey is five or six times. The sounds at my ear became more passionate.

She must have been thinking that two can play this game. She suddenly undid my belt -- roughly -- and unzipped my jeans and dropped down to her knees and dragged my pants and briefs down, wrapped her fingers around my cock and took it in her mouth. Our watcher moved one car closer to us, dropped down to his knees himself and masturbated openly. I got a good look at him: he was a nice-looking guy maybe 40 years old with dark curly hair -- and an impressive, curving cock that he wanted to show off. Aphrodite stroked me and sucked me more aggressively than I had ever known her to do it before. I looked down at her ass sticking out with her jeans half-down. The thought crossed my mind that I wanted to see the watcher pull Aphrodite's pants down and take her from behind as she sucked and stroked me. Or let me do it as she sucked and stroked him. 

Instead Aphrodite came up for air and was frightened to see the man so close with that big cock in his hand. 

"Let's get inside," she said. She was right. Things had probably gone far enough in the open air. There were occasional passers-by on the path by the shore, and we had no reason to trust our voyeur. Into the back seat we climbed, and set the seats forward. I took my pants all the way off and Aphrodite did the same. I raised her goddess jersey over her head and took my own shirt off. I was naked and all Aphrodite had on was her panties. 

"Kneel and I'll get these off for you."

I had left our window open a crack for air. More than a crack, but less than a man's arm could pass through. The man was at the window in no time. I teased those panties down over Aphrodite's ass and down her thighs and off her ankles. 

"Hold it right there," I said. I wanted her from behind. I mounted her and sank right into her. She was hot and tight and satiny smooth. I began to give her long slow strokes when suddenly a beam of light fell on my phallus. It was the man shining a little Maglite on us, a little spotlight. He directed the beam right at the point at which I was penetrating Aphrodite's cleft of flesh. The light made the skin of my slick shaft shine. He shone the light on Aphrodite's back, on her ass, but always back to the point of penetration. 

I looked at the man, and he smiled at me and nodded his head in approval. I smiled back. It was as if I was fucking Aphrodite for him. I increased my rhythm. I started to bump and slap at the end of my thrusts. I felt like letting go, and I could tell from the noises she was making that Aphrodite wanted me not to hold back. I could have come in a hurry, we both could have, but I wanted the party to last. 

I picked her up, swung her around, and sat her in my lap facing away from me without withdrawing. She looked right at the man, gasped a little gasp, but held her ground. Or rather, I held it. I had wrapped my arms around her. There was nothing she could do about it. Except watch as the man shone his flashlight on her, on her breasts, on her smooth belly, and then at the place where our bodies were joined. "How do you like my goddess," I thought. I relaxed my hold. Aphrodite looked down at the spotlight herself, and raised herself up, and sank down again on that pole of stiff, lit-up flesh. I held her by the hips and she plunged down on me in a rhythm that she set herself. I raised my hands and caressed her breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders. We were both close to coming.




Aphrodite in Athens



And at that point the man's hand passed through the opening at the top of our rear window. It couldn't really get in past the lower forearm, but there it was, with reaching, probing fingers that twitched with desire to touch. Aphrodite shrank away from the hand. I could have slapped it away. It stopped, because it couldn't get in any further, and we looked at it there. There was something pitiful about it. It seemed to be pining with desire. 

I reached for the window crank. I rolled the window down another little inch and the hand came closer. Aphrodite and I just watched it. It seemed like the hand of a ghost. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, and so was mine. Another inch, and the hand was inches from Aphrodite's left breast. She drew away. I stopped her. 

"Let him," I said, "it's OK." And with that I dropped the window one more time and the man's hand surged forward and fastened onto to Aphrodite's breast. She submitted to it, with a little help from me. I thrust up into her as best I could, she squirmed on top of me, the man fondled her desperately and managed to reach her other breast as well. He was stroking his cock furiously with his other hand and brought himself to orgasm. 

His groans and the thrill and danger of what we had had done triggered the same in us. I felt myself gushing and pumping up inside of Aphrodite and I could feel her strong sucking contractions all along my shaft. I know we made sounds that other cars could hear. 

The man withdrew his hand. I rolled up the window. He retreated. We collapsed, naked in each other's arms.