Message-ID: <42386asstr$1052565006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@syrcnyrdrs-03.nyroc.rr.com> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Lordish <lordish2001@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <Xns9376DC9CC1BD8lrdnlsonnycaprrcom@24.24.2.167> User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 09 May 2003 21:41:22 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 10 May 2003 01:41:22 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Consort MFF Orgy Anal Date: Sat, 10 May 2003 07:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42386> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge This story is based upon characters in the novels "Man-Killer" and "War Gold" by Lordish. "Man-Killer" was published on the internet in 1998 while War Gold is yet to be published. All rights are reserved by the author. The story is set in Greece in the spring of 431 BCE st the beginning of the great Pelopponesian War. CONSORT By Lordish They were leaving in the morning on the roads to Sparta and Megara respectively. The Sauromatian brave, Pyrgomache, Nestor, Mac's Lakedemonian commanding officer, and the Lady Melissa, Mac's companion, were all going to spend their last night in Corinth at the wonderful Temple of Aphrodite of the Foam on the very top of the city's acropolis. Their mutual friend, the Chief Priestess of the temple, Chloë of Halikarnassus ihad nsisted. So Nestor's second, Aesepus, stayed at the Lakedemonian Embassy just outside the bustling city's Agora along with the remainder of Nestor's cavalry troop. When Melissa found out, she smiled at her surrogate mother's use of her prestige to make the Spartan Ambassador jump. "It's not very often I get a chance to throw my weight around, Melissa," Chloë had said, "but when I can, it's fun!" Earlier that day in the Agora, Chloë, Mac, Missy, and Nestor had spent a pleasant luncheon of spicy shellfish stew at an outside table of a small food stall, when Mac began to speak with a serious, but hopeful tone. "Nestor and Melissa. I want to speak to you both." Chloë made to rise but Mac motioned her gently back to her seat. "I'd love you to listen too, dear Chloë. You can be a part of what I have in mind if you wish." Now all three of Mac's friends were looking at the huge, athletic, auburn-haired woman with intense interest. They had all come to have either great affection or outright love for the Oiorpata or Man Killer as she was called. The fearsome nature of the name of the big woman's tribe did nothing to diminish that affection. All three of them were intrigued by Pyrgomache's strange, barbarian ways--starting with the fact that before the three Greeks had met her, none of them would have even believed that a woman was even capable of wielding a sword in battle. The woman had proved them wrong on many occasions. "Why, thank you, Mac. You flatter me," the Priestess replied. Mac broke out her biggest gap-toothed smile. Her oval, ruddy, freckled face broke into dimples and the little cleft in her chin became more pronounced. Her large, almond-shaped green eyes glittered with happiness. "Yeah, Mac, spill it. What's on your mind?" Missy asked. Nestor looked at the tiny woman with an expression that showed that she'd stolen his question. Mac looked down in a surprisingly self-conscious way. Then she reached out and took both Missy's and Nestor's hands. A tear suddenly appeared in her eye, and her breast heaved with some strong emotion. She looked at Melissa and said, "Melissa, you know how much I love you. I can't imagine anyone replacing you as my best woman friend. I think we're already too strongly bound for that. I don't think anyone could take your place. I'm going to miss you so much when you leave tomorrow." Melissa heaved a sigh and now took Mac's large hand in both of hers. "Oh I know!" she cried. "I don't want to go, but I have to." Mac nodded her sad acknowledgment. Nestor shuffled in his seat for a moment, slightly uncomfortable. He looked down for a beat too. Mac looked at the handsome Spartan with the black eyes and the hawk-like face and smiled. "Nestor, of all the men I've met here in Hellas, you have treated me the most fairly. I've had men in Greece before, but they were playmates. You are the first Greek man I could call a friend of my heart." Mac kindly took Nestor's hand and pulled it toward her. Then she placed it, palm down, over her breast. Nestor's eyes took on a soft, almost doe-eyed look. "Thank you, Pyrgomache. Thank you very much," he replied. Missy looked on enigmatically. She had tried very hard to learn her companion's ways, and she was succeeding. Yet down deep in the girl's belly there lay a distrust of men, the gender that had nearly killed her, then abused her brutally merely because she was a girl. She closed her eyes for a moment for she knew on the same level that this distrust was bad for her. She recited in her mind the serenity prayer Mac had taught her. "Mother above, give me the strength..." Chloë found a tear welling in her eye. The beauty of Mac's actions had deeply moved her. She wiped the tear away with a corner of her robe. Mac put Nestor's hand down then turned to Melissa. "Melissa, you are my Companion, my most important woman friend." She turned back to Nestor. "In front of these people, Nestor, I ask you now to be my Consort." Missy smiled. She'd gone through basically the same sort of ritual, but she was the only person that Mac knew well at the time, so it wasn't so formal. What did happen afterward was an amazing night of sex. The little woman made herself think, "Nestor's gonna get laid tonight!" to overcome her ambivalence. "What a wonderful thing to do, Pyrgomache!" cried Chloë. "What does this mean, Mac?" Nestor asked. "You wouldn't go through all this if we were just going to be buddies." Mac stood and rearranged her clothing. She was wearing a brand new, ornately gold-embroidered, purple-silk jerkin and trousers and a rose colored linen camisole, cut to keep her right breast bare. To her intense happiness the Oiorpata wore all of her own jewelry as well. Chloë had requested their socially powerful woman friend Cynisca in Sparta to forward the adornments to Corinth because she knew that the Oiorpata would have to pass through town to get to Lakedemonia. (Sparta) On her last pass through Corinth, Mac had complained she missed her baubles. When Mac received them from Chloë, the big woman had literally picked the priestess up off the floor and kissed her. Pyrgomache adored clothes and jewels. There was virtually no mirror that she avoided, and she had gone to nearly every girl in the temple to show her new suit off. Now the right side of the long jacket was tied back showing Mac's bare bow arm breast, now carefully rouged with makeup. Mac slowly started to walk towards the Spartan warrior. Nestor looked up at Pyrgomache as she approached, and he couldn't help but notice she was walking like a tigress, her hips swaying sinuously with every step. The big woman's eyes were hooded and on her full lips was an aroused sneer. Nestor began to feel pleasurably overwhelmed. Nobody, not even his own erastes or adult male lover during the agoge, or training period for Spartans boys, ever made him feel this way. Nestor looked up at her not expecting what was coming next. Mac took Nestor's chin in the palm of a hand and kissed him--deeply, longingly, passionately. Nestor found his hand searching for Mac's free breast; he found it and squeezed, and squeezed hard. Mac moaned with the pleasure but she broke the kiss and stood up. Nestor thought he'd done something wrong and stopped. His face showed concern. "Oh no, sweetheart," Mac purred reassuringly. "This is just the wrong place and time." Nestor, his eyes glazed with lust, smiled widely again. Mac took a look at Chloë and the priestess was clearly impressed and becoming aroused. Mac saw her move her hand furtively into her crotch. Mac also looked at Melissa and saw that the girl was actually looking away, as if she were afraid of violating her friend's privacy. Mac continued to walk around the table past Chloë to whom Mac gave a sexy wink. When she reached Melissa the big woman cooed sweetly, "I can't ever forget you, My Lady Melissa, You are a part of my soul, and always will be." Mac offered her hand and Melissa, who looked tiny next to her giant friend, stood. Missy looked up at Pyrgomache with huge, shining eyes and an almost sheepish smile. Then slowly the Oiorpata brave lowered herself to a knee so that she would be nearly at eye level with her lover and companion. Melissa stood there as Pyrgomache embraced her and said, "You are my Companion, and I love you in every way. Everywhere I turn you are there with me, even when you are miles away." Melissa's normally tough mien totally collapsed. She returned the embrace, and whispered, "I love you so much! I want to be like you. I...I I don't want to lose you to Nestor!" "Missy," Mac whispered passionately, "You will never lose me to Nestor. Love is for all of us. That's what my people believe. When one touches another's heart, we just feel it's all right for them to share their bodies. We have big hearts, honey. We believe in sharing that's all." Missy replied, "I hear you, Mac. I'm trying to understand. "But..." Missy shrugged. "He's a man!" Mac smiled widely and nodded. "That he is, and we Oiorpata have another tradition just for this situation. It is expected that on the day an Oiorpata chooses her consort, the next stage below marriage, the woman, her Consort, and her Companion make love--together. All three of them!" Then without allowing Missy to react, Mac squeezed her very hard and kissed her. Mac forced the girl's mouth with her tongue, and she used it to probe deeply. Melissa's amazement was instantly swamped by desire. The little woman felt her own breasts press on Mac's, and instantly she felt moisture between her legs. The smaller woman threw her arms around Mac's neck, leaped and wrapped her legs around the bigger woman. Missy became desperate for Mac's body. Chloë stood and looked on with Nestor by her side. The priestess was almost taken away, she tingled all over and she felt her nipples rubbing on the silk of her chiton. She breathed heavily from flared nostrils. Nestor looked on wide eyed, and he was shaking, He developed an erection that bulged out the triboun he was wearing as it passed between his legs. All he could utter was a quiet, "ooof." Mac stood, and then broke Missy's embrace. She gently put the girl down on her feet. She turned to Chloë and breathed, "I hope we can use the temple. I'd like a room." Missy, who stood there panting, looked up at Mac and nodded. Nestor stood desperately trying not to pull on his throbbing cock for decorum's sake. He nodded too. Chloë cleared her throat. "I insist!" she cried. "I'll give you the entire sacristy! The goddess must see this in person!" Both Mac and Nestor looked at Chloë excitedly while Missy looked on self-consciously. Mac saw Missy's mood then put her hand on her companion's shoulder and squeezed. "There's no need to be uneasy, Melissa. All I'd like is for you to be there. You don't need to do anything." Missy looked down for a moment then she looked back up at the Oiorpata. She took a deep breath and let her shoulders relax. "Mac, as long as I'm with you, I'm happy." she said. "Let's go then," Chloë said with delight. "I can feel My Lady Aphrodite becoming excited!" Mac outstretched her hands, and Nestor walked over to join her. Mac draped her arms across the shoulders of both of her best friends. Then side by side they all followed the priestess from the stall, out onto the busy street and up the Acrocorinth hill. Less than an hour later, the braziers in front of the temple's great ivory and gold statue of the Goddess of Love were blazing brightly. Fresh flowers had been laid out by the priests and priestesses, as had feather and ground ground-nut-shell filled mattresses and many colorful pillows. Chloë emerged in a sheer sea-green long chiton. The fine silk clung to her slender body, and wafted behind her as if blown by the wind. Her nipples were already hard and her eyes were glittering with excitement. She was swinging an incense senser in which was burning a piece of something that Pyrgomache had given her. The smoke that emitted from the golden, swaying urn was intensely pungent. When she reached the altar, Chloë threw another large piece of hemp resin into each brazier, and soon the whole great room was full of the piquant vapor. With a nod, the temple band began to play, and the gentle tones of the double barreled pipe, syrinx, and a viol soon wafted throughout. Chloë turned and looked up at the wonderful thirty foot tall statue of the goddess of love with the smaller figure of her winged son, Eros, that she held in her hand. Moments later, Pyrgomache and Melissa emerged from a side room hand in hand. Both were freshly bathed and dipilated, and garbed in their finest Sauromatian style clothing. Mac was in her new purple jerkin and trousers and Melissa in red embroidered white. Both wore slippers and it was clear that neither of them were wearing camisoles. Mac's cascade of auburn hair trailed freely all the way down her back, to her round behind and Melissa had put on her long wig made out of her own lustrous dark brown locks. The little woman's hair also trailed softly down her back. Mac was wearing every piece of her jewelry, and Melissa was also decked out. Diamonds from Chloë's collection adorned the Athenian's neck, ears, and fingers. Both were wearing gold anklets. The sheen of the gold waist chains that they were wearing peeped out from under their untied jerkins from time to time. Their faces were carefully adorned with color and highlight, bringing out the very best of their beautiful faces. Out of the corner of her eye, Mac noticed Nestor emerge from a room on the opposite side of the sacristy, and she hesitated. Her mouth opened and she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips. Nestor looked totally amazing. She paused for a beat for his hawk-like face and deep set black eyes were surrounded by his lustrous black hair and beard perfectly dressed in the Spartan manner. Four long braids trailed down the man's muscular back and his long beard, also braided in four trailed down the large, round muscles of his chest and abdomen. To Pyrgomache's surprise, she saw that every bit of Nestor's thick thatch of body hair had been shaved away. His body glittered with an oil sheen from his neck to his bare feet. He was wearing a new red silk triboun and the bulge in his crotch was clearly visible. Mac felt her vulva swell, her pussy moisten, and her nipples erect. "Oh Mother," she muttered. Missy felt her lover's hesitation. She looked up at Pyrgomache's face, saw her familiar look of arousal, and a flash of jealousy raced through her. Then an evil glint came to her eye and she goosed Mac! "ACK!" cried Mac as she jumped. Then she looked at Missy and if anything the Oiorpata looked even more horny. "Don't worry, little one. You'll get yours," the big, powerful woman growled. Then Mac reached down and patted Melissa on the ass. Missy sneered with hooded eyes. Her pussy was soaking now too. The priests and priestesses of the temple now sat on pillows on the floor around the entire hall. The customer cells were closed. This afternoon was all for Pyrgomache and her friends. The three arrived in front of the altar and they all bowed their heads, then sat. All were breathing deeply and the puissance of the drug began to reach down into them. A powerful sense of expectation began to fill their hearts as Chloë began the service. "Lovely one!" Chloë began. "These three wonderful people are filled with your power! Without you, there would be nothing but ugliness, and pain." The priestess took up a small wine krater and held it up to the gold and ivory statue. "With this libation, I ask you, most beautiful and compassionate, to bless their friendship. Listen to Pyrgomache's plea! Send your son, Eros to them and ask him to fill their lives with ecstasy." Then she poured the wine down the little sink that carried the libation down to the ground under the temple. Now Pyrgomache began to sing in her own language, "Oh my Great Mother! I am far from the land of my birth. I am close to the bones of my ancestors. The earth, the stars, and the sea are made of, and are your love. I, my Companion," Pyrgomache reached over to Melissa and pulled her over to her and squeezed her tight. Then Mac inclined her head so that her ear lay on the top of Missy's head. Then she let Missy go and leaned over to Nestor and kissed him on the cheek. He flushed with both desire and perhaps a little bashfulness. "And my new Consort, Nestor, come before your daughter, Oh Great Mother, the Goddess Aprhodite, to reconcile them in my affection." Pyrgomache now spoke Greek. "My Mother, creator of all things, let Aphrodite, in her house, take away any jealousy over me from between my friends, and replace it with tolerance, understanding, and love. This I do by sharing my body with them both in the hope that they will never doubt me." With that, Mac took in a great breath of the piquant air and stood. Then she slowly opened her jerkin, slipped out of it, and let it fall to the floor. Then she untied the lanyard of her trousers and they fell away as well. Pyrgomache stood, gold at her neck, waist and ankles. The light of the sun shown through the room's large skylight and struck the huge woman's lightly oiled body highlighting the cut of every muscle. As she moved, the sheen flowed making every line join and part. Every detail of her bronzed, freckled, hard-muscled body had been brought out by deft use of color as well as oil. All could see every freckle and part, and many there took in their breaths amazed at the Sauromatian tribeswoman's incredible beauty and power. Chloë thought instantly, "She may deny it, but Pyrgomache is a goddess! No statue of Athena by Prixatiles the sculptor are her equal!" Chloë and Melissa had spent time together making up the Sauromatian and themselves. Mac had never been more beautiful. Nestor looked up at his lover and squirmed. His eyes were fixed on Mac's chest. Mac now had both of her large, high and very firm breasts in her hands caressing them. Her nipples, surrounded by obol-sized pink aureolae were now growing hard and very long. As she moved, all could see the fibers of her sinews flow like waves. The six big blocks of muscle of her belly, separated by deep channels of ligament, moved and shifted with ease and power. Mac turned toward Melissa and stooped, her ass right in Nestor's face. He couldn't resist. Mac's behind was large and almost perfectly round, held in place by thick, muscular thighs born through a lifetime in the saddle. He put his hands on her cheeks and caressed them. He looked at the myriad of freckles there, seemingly swimming in a sea of sun bronzed skin. He sniffed, and the aroma of Mac's musk overwhelmed the smell of the hemp smoke hanging in the air. Mac started and moaned softly as he put his hands between her thighs and gently pushed them apart. Her vulva was red and swollen with arousal, and moisture dripped down her leg. Melissa clearly was self-conscious. She never said so to Mac, because she knew her answer, but the idea of sharing her with a man was difficult for her to accept. She had great bitterness against nearly every man she ever met. Yet, she loved Mac so, and she knew that Mac loved her in return with just as much passion--maybe more. The big woman cared deeply for the rugged Spartan, man or no. If Mac trusted a man, how could the little woman not follow her? Indeed, Melissa was beginning to believe that Mac's appetite for sex was just so great that no one person could possibly satisfy it. Now the big, freckled woman, her luxuriant hair trailing down off of one arm, bent over the little woman fondling her own breasts and offering them to Melissa. "Come on honey, you know you love them," Mac purred. "Nestor wouldn't hurt a fly, Missy. You know that. Please trust him. I need you to so much!" Melissa looked up at her lover's sweet but strong, oval face, with its slightly cleft chin, full lips, upturned nose, and those huge, almond-shaped bright green eyes and her self-consciousness began to dissolve. Missy shook her long brown hair back and kissed a proffered breast. After a moment, the Oiorpata reached over, took Melissa's incredibly beautiful visage in her hands and kissed her deeply and longingly. The little woman felt a powerful charge shoot all the way through her body. Mac started and groaned, for behind her, Nestor had gently begun to rub her hairless pussy. His thick, callused fingers stroked her clitoris as if it were the rough tongue of a cat. There was a sharp cracking sound behind her and again Mac started with a yelp. Nestor had slapped her behind, and the pain made the pleasure almost impossible for the Sauromatian to bear. "Slap that ass, Spartan!" she roared. Melissa at last unfastened her jerkin and shouldered it off. Mac nearly swooned from the sight of Melissa's breasts. For a small woman, Melissa's tits were very large and yet perfectly shaped. While Mac's were like half globes, Missy's were like half gourds that hung over her chest with deep folds. Her nipples were short and thick, and her aureolae, a deep brown, were huge, puffy, and both jauntily pointed slightly upwards. Mac reached down, took one of those breasts and squeezed it gently, and Missy cooed through the kiss. Mac reveled in Melissa's now deeply tanned olive skin--softly stroking Missy's soft, delicate shoulders and swan-like neck. She always thought that Melissa's silky skin made her own feel as rough as a sow's. Pyrgomache broke the kiss and looked deeply into Melissa's doe-like, deeply set dark brown eyes and felt as she always did--enveloped in their warmth. Melissa's eyes usually burned with powerful energies but now they were dampened, communicating love with the big woman at the deepest level. "I think you know what to do next, my love," Mac breathed--her arousal making the grate in her voice more pronounced. Then she stood quickly, turned around and fell to her knees, with her legs spread as far as possible while remaining upright. It was Nestor's turn. He stood and threw off his triboun and showed himself off. Mac smiled, for at 5'7" he was covered with rock hard muscle and hardly any fat at all. His chest muscles were round and beautiful, his arms thick and strong and his belly as hard as a tortoise shell. The thought of those big, strong hands shot pleasure through her. Immediately Mac began to kiss his naked chest and rub her hands down his flanks to his ass. Now the smile was replaced with an aroused smirk, for Nestor's manhood already was erect long, and thick. He took a beefy hand and stroked back his foreskin showing its mushroom shaped glans. Quickly, Nestor bent down and kissed Pyrgomache with extraordinary passion. Coquettishly, and with glittering eyes, Mac broke the kiss, seized her man's cock in both hands, pulled it down straight and drove her mouth deeply down onto its heaving shaft. Nestor's head lolled back, his eyes rolled up into his head and he blew out a sharp breath--transported by the intensity of the pleasure. "I see there's some luxuries Spartan men do like," Mac said with a giggle when she pulled off of him. "You like it when I suck your cock?" "God's yes, woman!" he cried. "Please, spit on it! Make it wet, big one!" "Are you sure?" Mac teased. "Mac, you live on hard cock!" Nestor cried. Mac giggled again. You know me very well, Nestor! Ummm!" A second later Mac roared, "Oh shit, Yes! Missy! YES!" Missy had lain on her back and positioned herself between Mac's powerful legs. The woman now had her little hands on Mac's round behind and was pulling her hips downwards--forcing the Oiorpata's dripping vagina onto her mouth. The little woman's tongue gently darted from the opening to her big friend's clitoris and back then lightly bit her labia. In seconds Missy's face was soaking wet. Mac, groaning and panting open mouthed from Melissa's ministrations, now finished what Nestor had asked and spit on his dick. Then she stroked it powerfully with both hands. Her lips followed immediately and as she drove the penis into her throat and she gagged causing saliva to run in thick rivulets between her breasts down her belly and vulva to drip onto the pillows beneath. The loud slurping drove Nestor even further into bliss. Nestor grunted then something caught his eye. He looked over by the altar and saw that Chloë was now totally naked and one of the temple girls was between her legs with two fingers in her pussy--stroking. The Priestess' ash blonde hair was down from the big pile on the top of her head it had been. The soft tresses now trailed down her back. The priestess' long, slender body was arched back grinding her twat into the girl's face. One hand was on the girl's head and the other pinching a nipple on one of her own conical breasts. She was panting and moaning heavily. Between yips and shudders, Chloë opened her eyes and looked at one of the tables alongside the altar. On that table was a tray full of wooden, alabaster, and marble sex toys--dildos, anal plugs, and cock rings. She looked at a slave boy and smiled, and then looked at Melissa. Wise to the ways of the temple, the slave picked up the tray and put it on the floor within Melissa's reach. She saw it. Melissa reached for and fumbled for a thick, ribbed, polished wooden dildo and took it. Without warning, Melissa began rubbing it gently on her big friend's meaty labia. Then when the toy was thoroughly moist, she plunged it into the dripping opening. Mac dropped what she was doing and loudly yelled something totally unintelligible. With every stroke of the toy, Mac thrust her hips back onto it. Her face twisted up into the wild expressions of intense pleasure, and somehow she kept the wherewithal take up again Nestor's big member in order to keep stroking. She was grunting like a pig, and Nestor was groaning and muttering, "Put it back! Put it back!" Precum was running out of his cock, and Mac licked the slick, yeasty liquid greedily. "You like what I do with your cock, big boy? You like me sucking that fucking cock? Say it! You like me sucking your veiny fucking Spartan COCK!?" Mac roared in her best parade ground bellow. "I love you sucking my cock you spotted bitch!" Nestor growled. Mac sucked on him hard several more times before replying, "This is MY cock! MINE! AHHHGH!" Mac arched her back with the cry then she looked back at her girl, Melissa. All she could see was the little woman's hips and legs. "Fuck me, Missy! FUCK me!" Missy stopped licking her friend's clit for a moment. "I want you to cum for me, Mac. Cum for me NOW!" she spit. With that, Missy drove her mouth back onto Mac's swollen clit and she drastically increased the speed of the dildo's thrusts. Now Mac's breathing came in huge rasps. "Oh! Oh! Right there Missy! Yes! Mother! Don't stop! GODS DAMN IT RIGHT THERE, MELISSA! Fuck me!" she shouted. Her entire big body was bucking with every thrust. She forced herself to start sucking the Spartan off again but she had to stop. Her groaning went up in pitch and came even faster. "Missy! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum!" "Gonna cum, you Amazon cunt? You gonna cum?" Nestor growled. He bent over low and seized both of Mac's tits in his powerful grip. Mac's back bent down as a result. "Cum!" he ordered like the officer he was. "Oh!" Mac screamed. "Right there! Right there, Missy! I'm cumming! Mother Above don't stop! Oh yes! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her entire body now was starting to lock up--her pussy squeezed down like a vise on the hard wooden toy. Her face turned deep red, almost purple. Her hips bucked uncontrollably. Missy thrust the dildo even faster, and rubbed Mac's clitoris with her thumb. "Cumming! Cumming!" Mac continued to scream. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head Now, Mac's rhythmic moaning became a long, continuous trill, "hahahahahahahaha!!!" Her entire body arched back, then undulated. Mac's ass bucked and her legs began to shake. She felt herself get even wetter. Missy had to spit to keep her mouth from filling. Mac's juices had squirted out of her as water blown out of a reed. Then Mac let out a single huge breath and fell to one hand, then to her knees. Her body went limp. "Ohh fuck!" She breathed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" "My turn!" Nestor ordered. He kissed Pyrgomache hard on the lips and while she was still weak, he stood her up then spun her around. Mac immediately did what she was urged, and Nestor pushed her to her knees. Mac stooped and her urgent lips felt for Melissa's own. The little girl reached up and looped her hand over Mac's neck and pulled their faces together and they kissed. Next second, Mac looped her arms under Missy's, pulled her to her feet and turned her around. She gently pushed her back for a moment just to drink in the the sight of the little woman. Mac took in a breath full of wonder. "You are so, SO beautiful, Melissa," she whispered. Missy stood there, her eyes equally wide--her hands gathered under her chin. Nestor swept Pyrgomache's deep red hair off of the big woman's neck and kissed its nape. She let out a breath and inclined her head into the kiss. The Mother Above seemed to the Oiorpata to be standing right with her, she was so transported with love. Then Nestor reached around Mac's body, took a breast in each hand and pinched her long, hard nipples. "Ahh," Mac breathed. Nestor took a moment to look at the Lady Melissa. She had always pissed him off, but held his anger in front of Pyrgomache. She was rude, argumentative, and sometimes downright nasty, but he saw one reason Mac loved her so much. Her body was just amazingly gorgeous. Nestor thought Melissa's face was absolutely exquisite, the most beautiful visage he'd ever seen. He took a glance at the statue of Aprhodite, and knew that the little girl was especially blessed. Then perversely, his slight aversion for the girl, combined with her almost other worldly beauty aroused him even more. He found himself aching to be in the little woman's pussy. Nestor had the fleeting thought that maybe a good fuck would mellow Melissa out. Now Melissa's head tilted back and she let out a noise of pleasure so strong that Chloë pulled the face of the temple girl licking her pussy away and looked. Mac was kissing her female lover slowly and tenderly down her body paying attention to every point that mattered--neck, chest, nipples, belly button, and inner thighs. "Lay down on your back, Companion, please?" Mac asked gently. Missy meekly complied by laying on the pillows far enough away that the big woman had to go onto her hands. The moment that happened, Nestor slapped Mac's ass again, and drove his straining manhood into her dripping pussy. Mac looked back for a moment, her eyes flashing green fire, and yelled, "Fuck Me, Nestor!" then spread Melissa's legs, and gently put her full lips on Melissa's tiny vulva. The little Athenian let out a funny little peep like a baby bird and then her hard breathing began. She started to squirm, but Pyrgomache used her powerful hands to take her by the ankles, spread her legs very wide and lift them into the air pinning the girl where she lay. Nestor was thrusting deep and grunting with every stroke; his eyes were totally unfocussed. Then he stopped for a moment, and withdrew. Mac, instantly growled, "Get my cock back in my fucking pussy, you fucking Spartan bastard! Fuck me!" Then Mac's tongue returned to Melissa's pussy--to flick her clitoris. Mac put both her hands under Missy's ass and pushed the girl's swollen vulva into her urgent mouth. Nestor found two hard pillows and placed it on either side of Mac's hips. He stood upon them, squatted flat footed, pushed Mac's back down and then eased his straining cock into Mac's sopping wet vagina. "Ahh!" Mac blurted sharply. "Ohh, yeah; so deep!" she whined, as he started long, slow, thrusts. Missy's head thrashed from side to side. Her eyes were closed and a her mouth was wide open. "Mmm, mmm, mmm! Oh yeah, Oh yeah, so good!" The little woman cooed. Mac slowly inserted a finger into Missy's vagina. The girl's eyes flew wide open with the surprise; she let out another squeak and her body bucked, straining against Mac's strength. Pyrgomache now was completely in the spirit world such was her bliss. The pleasure of both her partner's lovemaking and their deep affection for her, heightened by the drug drove her spirit out of her body so that she floated above the action. She saw Nestor, his chest now on her back, thrusting his hips hard. His hands were holding Mac's thick, freckled buttocks wide apart, and she saw the sunlight that came through the roof skylight glitter off of his sweat-drenched body. Mac's floating body turned and saw her beloved Melissa, responding ecstatically under the Oiorpata's urgent hands and mouth. Mac's disembodied spirit turned and she saw Chloë powerfully thrusting a cold, marble dildo into her own twat. She also saw that although this was supposed to be a private ceremony, there were couples fucking and others masturbating in discreet places around the spacious chamber. The realization made her spirit shoot back into her body with a surge of unbelievable rapture. Knowing that she was being watched by strangers pricked her vanity. It only aroused her even further--to a point Pyrgomache never thought possible. By now Nestor was thrusting so powerfully that his hips struck Pyrgomache's buttocks with resounding slaps. The man's face screwed up from the nearly overwhelming sensations. "Tight! Tight!" he kept repeating. The Spartan rolled like a lion then pulled out and fell back. "Holy shit!" he cried. "What were you doing to me in there, Mac?" Mac stopped what she was doing, looked back at him and giggled, "Just squeezin' Nestor. Just squeezin," she cooed. She turned back to Melissa and asked gently, "How are you?" she asked. The little woman wore a silly smile and was squirming and rubbing her thighs, belly, and breasts. "Mmm," she purred. "It's your turn with Nestor, Companion," Mac stated sweetly. Missy's eyes opened wide and she set herself up on her elbows. Her face initially showed reluctance, but when Mac crawled away, she saw such a gentle smile on Nestor's face, that she knew that she had to take the risk--for Mac's sake at least. Seconds later, Nestor was prone on the pillows, and his back was arched from the pleasure of Mac deep throating his cock. Missy found that the loud wet sounds of Mac fellating the man seemed to pass right through her ears down to her vulva. She felt a sharp tingle go up her backbone and caught Mac's sye. Clearly she was looking for reassurance. "Please, Companion," Mac said in a gently pleading tone. Then Mac curled her lip sexily. "Take it from me," she drawled while slowly shaking Nestor's huge dick, "that feels a lot better than stone, wood or my fingers do, baby!" She then went back to sucking, and Nestor went back to groaning. Without a further word, Missy crawled up Nestor's legs and stooped to help her big lover with his phallus. Mac stopped for a moment and both women kissed with incredible passion. Their tongues first flitted together outside then both drove them deep into the other's mouth. Nestor watched with wide eyes and barely controlled breathing. His mouth opened and he started muttering, "Gods, gods, gods, gods." Mac backed away and Missy looked at her. The redhead raised an eyebrow and nodded at the organ. "But it's so big!" Missy screamed. Melissa used a little trick to ease her mind. Mac used toys all the time, she just told herself that what she held in her hand was made of wood. "You can do it. Do what Chloë taught you," Mac concluded. Both women took a glance at the priestess, who had heard them and was now nodding vigorously. Mac turned to Nestor, "You want little Missy to suck that cock, you big scary man?" Nestor replied in an expectant whisper, "Yeah! Oh yeah!" So Missy gently started licking the organ's large mushroom shaped head while Mac bent lower and sucked his testicles deep into into her mouth. She tasted Mac's juices still upon the rock hard shaft then for the first time she tasted Nestor's precum. She didn't know what to make of it, but looked at Mac and then at Nestor. Both showed her their enjoyment. Then Missy started sucking. Slowly at first, she glided the penis in an out of her mouth, then Mac took hold of her head and held it still. "Fuck her mouth, Spartan--easy," the Oiorpata breathed. "Now open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue Missy, like I showed you." Missy did so and Nestor thrust deeply into Missy's gorge. He groaned, and Missy's eyes opened wide. She was able to take it! Missy found herself becoming more and more excited. On his next thrust she pushed in herself, driving the shaft deep into the back of her throat. She coughed lightly and her spit flowed in a river. All the time, Mac had a reassuring hand on her girl lover's back and was encouraging her. "Ohh Missy, that's beautiful. That's it. Eat that cock for me, baby!" Missy could not believe what this was doing to her. Her pussy was throbbing and her body tingling almost beyond endurance. She drove her mouth down farther onto Nestor's dick and relented. Over and over again she repeated the action, making Nestor grunt wildly. After a while she'd had enough. She had to have something hard in her twat, so she rose and straddled the man. "That's it, Missy, ride my cock!" Nestor said sharply. "Ride it!" "There you go, Companion; go down slow," Mac urged. She took Nestor's prick in one hand and spread her lover's pussy open with the other. Missy looked at Mac then back down at Nestor. Both were smiling encouragingly at the girl. Melissa was very aroused. Perhaps hotter than she'd ever been in her life. There was another thing. Melissa was still a virgin technically since she'd only made love with a woman before now. This one act would destroy her social worth in most of the known world. Missy's intense rebelliousness arose. "Fuck them!" she muttered. Both Mac and Nestor looked at her strangely at that. One more look at Mac's beatific face, and the big woman's look of utter confidence in what Melissa was about to do, led the little girl to bury what little of her misgivings that remained. So she bent her knees slowly and settled her vulva down onto Nestor's phallus. It felt SO good, as her pussy let in Nestor's glans. Then she felt a pop deep in her genitals which was followed by a small surge of pain--not enough to stop her in her course. The farther down she settled, the better it felt. No wooden toy ever felt like this! She let out a loud, shriek of surprise and pleasure. "Mother above!" she cried. Then she burst into a giggle. Mac giggled too while Nestor yelled "AAAGH! You're so fucking TIGHT!" Then he looked at Missy on her first upstroke and he saw a small trickle of blood run down his prick. Shock ran across his face. "You're a virgin!" he cried. "Not anymore!" Missy exclaimed. Her tone was one of satisfaction. Then she bent forward, put her hands on Nestor's chest and began to bounce her hips up and down. Nestor took his hands and seized her hanging breasts and squeezed. Missy squeaked like a big mouse with every bounce and Nestor was rasping out, "Oh shit! Oh Gods! Twins!" He grimaced and made funny faces, and suddenly Melissa felt as powerful as a goddess. With every squeeze of her pussy, Nestor's cock yielded unlike any toy, and Missy's pleasure exploded. She had Nestor totally helpless, and now she understood why Greek men were so afraid of women. While fucking a man, the woman had absolute power. With a wicked smile and a sharp scream, Melissa sat back, squeezed her breasts and bounced even faster. In moments a great, rumbling surge began to build in the little woman's crotch. It felt like a landslide held back by a thin fence. The sensations grew to the point that Missy began to shriek with every bounce. "Ahh! Ahh! Ohh! Ohh!" The girl's olive skin flushed, and her nipples swelled. They felt to Missy as if they were both going to explode so engorged they became. "Cum, Missy!" Mac called. "Cum my love!" Missy's face turned red, veins stood out on her neck, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as far as it could be. Then she screamed long and hard. Somehow, after the orgasm, she still had the strength to stay on Nestor's member. She fell forward with her hands on the man's chest, and started bouncing again. "Did you feel that, Spartan?" she growled. "I came on your cock!" "Oh fuck yes!" was Nestor's reply. Mac kneeled beside her two friends, masturbating maniacally. "I can't take it!" Mac exclaimed. "ME TOO!" Nestor agreed. "Come on, Missy! Get off! I'm gonna cum!" "So you're gonna cum, ya bastard? I gotcha don't I Spartan! You gotta ask me nice!" Melissa purred with an aroused smirk. Missy's ass flew up and down faster still. "AAAGH!" Nestor exclaimed, "PLEASE MISSY! Get OFF! I don't wanna CUMM!" Missy's face was now so aroused that it looked as if she'd gone mad. "BEG, SPARTAN!" she yelled. "I'm BEGGING!" Nestor cried. "OK!" Missy replied as bright as a sprite. Smiling as widely as she ever did, she rolled off of him and into Mac's big loving arms. "That was incredible!" she purred while having difficulty focusing. She turned back to Nestor. "I love your cock, Nestor!" she whispered. He smiled with self-satisfaction. "OK baby!" Mac cried to Missy. The big woman flopped down on her back and hoisted Melissa onto her belly with the girls soaking and swollen vulva right over her mouth. Mac craned her neck back, pulled her arms through Missy's legs and spread open the girl's pussy. "Come on, Hon!" she called. "What are you up to, Mac?" Missy asked. Then she bleated as Nestor pushed his cock deep into her pussy. "AAAAHH!" Missy shrieked with pleasure. Mac was licking her clitoris as Nestor pounded away. Mac, her face now soaked with Missy's thick, white juices was beside herself with arousal and joy. The Mother was with her as Missy played with the big woman's pussy; she pulled out and sucked Missy's sweat off Nestor's cock. She pushed it back in and the Spartan sped up his pace. Now Missy was letting out one continuous whine, "ohhhh!" that increased in pitch slowly. Missy stuck her ass in the air; she arched her back and then she blurted. "I..CUM...AGAIN!! AAAGH!" Mac licked up the result greedily. Nestor fell back out of her. "SHIT!" he exclaimed. "Zeus' balls! Fuck, Missy what a pussy you have!" he exclaimed. Missy, somewhat to her surprise, found herself feeling wonderful at the compliment. "My turn again," Mac ordered. She pushed Missy off, turned around and flipped over on to her back. Then she raised and spread her legs, grabbed her ankles, and in an incredible show of flexibility, pulled them all the way back and hooked them under her armpits! Missy smirked. She'd seen that before. It rendered Mac totally open and vulnerable, and it made for extremely easy access to her most intimate parts. The little woman smiled widely when suddenly Mac relaxed her anus and it opened incredibly wide. Missy had seen that trick too. "Take me in the ass, Nestor," she growled. Then Mac looked back at Melissa. Melissa smiled, moved beside Mac's hips, bent and began to lick her big friend's crimson pussy. Mac closed her eyes and let out a growl like a big cat, then let out an explosive "HAH!" when Nestor entered her ass. Nestor looked like he was dying. Spittle was on his lips, and his face was incredibly twisted up from the sensations. He roared like a lion when Mac clamped down, and the big woman shouted, "YES! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD NESTOR!" Nestor picked up the pace saying, "Ohh that feels so GOOD!. Missy's tongue flicked like a butter fly's wings over Mac's swollen clit. Mac closed her eyes and up from low in her belly came a long, continuous, trilling howl. Missy pulled back from Mac's twat, and a thick milky fluid started to flow from the opening. Missy had never seen her partner so aroused before. She stretched out and leaned next to Mac's contorted face and whispered, "Cum Mac, cum for me! Cum for me, you horse. Take that horse cock and cum!" Then Missy started sucking on one of Mac's nipples while still rubbing the Oiorpata's pussy. Mac was transported and couldn't speak so Missy turned and yelled, "FUCK her Nestor, FUCK HER!" She's cumming, HARDER!" Missy watched as Mac's body flushed and the veins popped out on her neck. She looked over at Nestor, and saw that his face and chest were nearly purple. Both people had their necks craned far back and their mouths wide open. Then at the very same instant, both Nestor and Mac exploded! Mac shrieked and Nestor screamed. Somehow Nestor, with gritted teeth, kept thrusting until he could take no more and he collapsed. Mac. still trilling, dropped her legs and squirmed. She came to rest in the fetal position as Nestor's hot seed began to pulse out of her wide open asshole. There was a sudden burst of applause from in front of the altar and around the sacristy. Chloë had been swept away by the power and beauty of what she had just seen while the others were clearly very impressed. The priestess stood shakily, having just cum herself, raised her hands and shouted. "Bless you Aphrodite! Bless you for showing us such love!" Mac, Missy, and Nestor had all come to their elbows and the two women licked Nestor's soaked cock and balls clean. Then they rose to their knees and the three of them shared kisses. Mac would have normally swelled with pride at the applause, but the three of them were still living in their own little world. "Mother Above!" Mac exclaimed. "That was unbelievable!" Nestor smiled widely and nodded. "Oh yeah. Thank you for bringing me into your family, Pyrgomache." Then he tightened his hug and kissed Mac yet again. When Mac broke the embrace, she looked down at Melissa. The little woman was still holding on, her eyes closed, her head on Mac's breast and a very odd smile on her face. Mac kissed her on the top of the head, and Missy smiled even wider, cooed like a dove, and snuggled even closer. The girl's eyes opened at last, she looked at Nestor and said, "Thank you. I couldn't have imagined." Nestor chuckled. "I did!" he cried. Missy gave the Spartan the evil eye in return, "I bet you did!" she growled good naturedly. Then she said, "I guess I was wrong about all men being my enemies, Nestor." Nestor, who understood why the little woman had felt that way, put his hand on her little shoulder and nodded. Mac looked at her little family and suddenly tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I have never been so happy before!" she cried. Then she began to sing in her own tongue, "Oh my great Mother above thank you for bringing Companion and Consort together. How great is your power! 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