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Subject: {ASSM} Consort   MFF Orgy Anal
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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!  You
are the trees and the sky..." 

end 

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