by Mardi Ballou
She graciously inclined her head. Stirred as she already was by the men’s attentions, she could scarcely wait to see what surprises Dionysus intended for them to experience.
Dionysus held a hand out to each of them and they rose. It pleased her immensely to see both men had full, pulsing erections. All for her!
“My lady, to culminate our time in your presence, both Ares and I long to express our devotions to you together.”
Aphrodite inclined her head. “I would very much welcome these attentions.”
“With your permission, my lady. Though it would be possible for us to worship you while you still wear your lovely robe, it would be a more complete experience if you would deign to remove this garment.” Dionysus held his hands out as if to take the robe from her.
Being naked in the sunshine with two handsome men would very much please her. In a fluid movement, Aphrodite removed the robe and handed it to Dionysus, who reverently put it aside. She stood for a moment, letting the men feast their eyes on her magnificence. The warmth of the sun poured over her lovely breasts, its rays gilding the perfection of those orbs and her delicate pink nipples with its benevolent rays.
Aphrodite well knew even the most expert of sculptors would fail in any attempt to capture her beauty in stone. Nothing could compare with the brilliance of her person, especially when showered with sunlight.
The admiring looks Ares and Dionysus sent her way, the adoration she saw brimming in their eyes—all served to prove again her divinity, which she accepted as her simple due.
Both men approached her with their cocks at the ready.
“Permit me to escort you to my special couch,” Dionysus murmured, taking her hand.
Aphrodite stepped with the two men to the large white couch in the middle of the meadow. Following Dionysus’ directive, she lay down on her side only to find herself facing Ares.
“Permit me, my lady,” Ares whispered before taking her in his embrace. For a moment, she wondered where Dionysus was in all this, but the fervency of Ares’ kiss drew her fully to him.
Now that Ares had been with Dionysus, Aphrodite sensed a change in his kiss. His lips captured hers with greater intensity, and there was more fire in his touch. Hmm. Before, his simple soldierly embraces had thrilled her with their simplicity, a contrast to the refinements she’d tasted in the arms of so many others. But now there was an added dimension.
Eagerly responding, curious to know where the newness would lead them, Aphrodite lost herself in Ares’ embrace. His hands were everywhere on her, trailing sensation from her face down to her feminine core, setting her afire with his probing fingers.
He insinuated a knee between her legs, opening her up for what she so craved. At last, she would have a man’s organ deep inside her—still her favorite position. Ares nudged her open with the tip of his cock, and she sighed. She loved the way men were made, with their organ that grew so magically at a touch, a breath, a kiss. Ares’ penis was especially lovely and well-formed.
With her fingers, she took hold of his lovely testicles and squeezed. His shudder gratified her.
His lips on hers, he began to slide deep inside her. And then, when she was focused on him, she felt another pair of lips brush over the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Oh gods, Dionysus was there. In moments, his presence expanded from subtle to blatant as he tongued the places that made her shiver, between her neck and her shoulder.
Next she felt his tongue glide over another sensitive place, the crease that separated her buttocks. Between having Ares’ cock in her feminine sheath and Dionysus’ tongue at her back opening, Aphrodite began to writhe with pulsing sensation. She touched first one man, than another, as the vision of taking both of them into her filled her spirit. Dionysus was massaging some lovely cool cream into her back there. The sensations of his touch spreading this cream roused her.
Her vision became reality in moments. After kissing her and making sure she was quite generously lubricated, Dionysus claimed her rear passageway with his own thick cock. Aphrodite shivered with a momentary hesitation. Dionysus was so huge, and she was quite small. But, she reminded herself, she was in the hands of a master lover.
Gods. The pleasure of having these two divines in her at once nearly sufficed to bring Aphrodite to climax. But she used every delaying tactic she knew. She wanted to continue fucking both men on and on, whiling the day away lost in erotic delight.
Ares, of course, well understood the path to pleasuring her with his cock buried deep inside her cunt. He knew how to stimulate all her special places in just the right way to have her dripping with erotic juices, near to flying off the couch as she gave herself up to intense gratification.
But to also have Dionysus take her from the back! With his immenseness inside her, his balls slapping rhythmically against the backs of her legs, his hands massaging both her sensitive rear crease and the intimate spot where she and Ares were joined. Dionysus murmured encouraging words to her, reminding her again of her divinity, her specialness in the universe, her role as the reigning empress of pleasure.
Knowing both men’s cocks moved in her intimate passages had her biting her lips to keep from crowing. Just the smallest interval of her own delicate body separated these two powerful men’s spears. They could almost touch through her, as if they could make love to each other through being joined in making love to her.
For this interval, their intimate mating unified them. The only goal of these two men now was to bestow on her the pleasure their devotion required.
Ares’ legs were between hers, and she felt the heat of Dionysus’ long legs behind her—touching her legs and Ares’.
“My beautiful lady,” Dionysus murmured between kisses.
“I adore you,” Ares completed.
“We are your servants,” Dionysus whispered.
“And you serve me well,” she moaned when the erotic sensations became nearly overwhelming, even for her. She felt as if, for the first time ever, she’d come into the light of possibility.
“Oh, gods, you both serve me most well,” she repeated. She sucked in her breath, hard, as, despite her efforts to delay the inevitable, she began to swirl into an orgasm that would set her teeth to chattering.
The men, her lovers, had gotten the rhythm exactly right. Oh, yes. Both moved in and out of her in a harmony that inspired her body to respond like a fragile lute in the hands of a master musician.
And now the song was going to spiral out of the musician’s control to reach the most distant corners of the universe. Lost in overwhelming pleasure, Aphrodite bucked and writhed, taking what she needed from both men as they both followed her lead and led her. Every bone and muscle of her body aquiver, Aphrodite surrendered to a bone-rattling, soul-shattering climax.
“Heavenly gods, I am Aphrodite, goddess of love,” she called out, her voice varying from whisper to shriek to bellow and back as she pounded herself against both men. A fragrant dew that made their bodies slide smoothly against each other now coated all three lovers.
“You are indeed my goddess of love,” Ares bellowed, following her promptly with a release that exploded from him.
“I worship you with every move,” Dionysus crooned. With a large sigh, he joined the other two with his release.
Aphrodite, feeding on the tributes released deep inside her, lay between her two men in the spent exhaustion of total satiety. The three of them drowsed in the sunshine of the long afternoon, contentment bathing them.
She’d just put one hand on Dionysus’ hip and the other on Ares’ and was about to say something when an ominous rumble came from the east.
* * * * *
“What the fuck…” Feeling disoriented and thirsty, Gabe sat up shakily and surveyed the debris around him.
The feeling of disorientation increased to alarming proportions when he saw Jade, who looked unconscious, with Alex Rapsos spooned against her from behind. His large hand cradled one of her breasts. Gabe had no idea what had happened to b
ring them to this particular moment of time and the scene before him, but his gut roiled and he was moments away from killing Rapsos.
Rapsos came to before Jade. Looking nonplussed for a moment, he withdrew from Jade, sat up and held his head in both hands. Then looking up and seeing Gabe glaring at him, Rapsos had the colossal nerve to smirk. “Did the earth move for you, Gabe?”
Gabe did not appreciate the other man’s sick sense of humor, yet another reason to pound him into oblivion. He was gearing up to smack him when Gabe realized Rapsos’ question might be real. He lowered his fist. “Earthquake? In New York?”
“That’s sure what if felt like to me.” Rapsos looked around the formerly neat room. “Have you ever been in an earthquake before?”
Gabe shook his head.
“I have. That’s what they feel like.” He took Jade’s hand in his.
“Let go of her, Rapsos.” Gabe gritted his teeth and formed a fist again.
The other man rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to seduce her. Just checking her pulse.”
Realizing he was overreacting, Gabe got down on his haunches and looked at Jade. Why wasn’t she coming around yet? Maybe they should get help. But if there had been an earthquake, emergency services would be overloaded. Fortunately, she started to stir just then. He’d give her a few more minutes. If she didn’t come back to herself fully by then, he’d get her to an emergency room no matter what was going on.
Weird and scary as the thought of a disaster was, something else was freaking him out even worse. Something about the time since they’d felt the first tremors. Gabe could scarcely bring himself to look at Rapsos. Every time he did, he got a strange tingling in his groin. He almost felt as if something had happened between the two of them, something sexual.
That was bullshit. What could possibly have happened? He must have been unconscious or something. Unconscious would mean he didn’t even dream, right? His head started to ache as all kinds of nasty and unacceptable possibilities took up unwelcome residence.
Rapsos was watching him with a bemused expression in his eyes. The guy creeped him out, as if he could somehow read Gabe’s mind. Fortunately, that particular organ was such a mess right now, Gabe felt confident no one could make head or tail out of the muddle there.
While he was sorting this all out, Jade began to move more energetically. Good. It appeared maybe she’d come through whatever happened unscathed. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice weak.
After looking at Gabe as if to dare him to pull some macho shit, Rapsos gave Jade a hand to help get her to a seated position. Gabe, who hadn’t reacted fast enough to give Jade his hand himself, bit back an angry remark. He hoped Jade was okay for them to leave immediately. As Gabe had expected, the supposedly short visit to Rapsos’ apartment had turned into a disaster. If Jade had listened to him, none of this crap would have happened. He stopped himself there. Much as he disliked Rapsos, even he couldn’t convince himself their visit to his apartment had caused a natural disaster.
Not that Gabe was a hundred percent convinced there had been an earthquake.
It wouldn’t take long to find out.
“I’ll go to the kitchen and get some water. If both of you feel the way I do right now, you’re thirsty.” Rapsos didn’t wait for a response before wending his way through the crap all over the floor to go to his kitchen.
Gabe sat down next to Jade and at last took her hand in his. “Are you all right, babe?”
She squinted and a strange expression contorted her face. She rubbed the top of her head with her other hand and looked quizzically at Gabe. “I think I’m all right. Nothing’s broken, nothing really hurts. But Gabe, I’m so confused, I don’t know where I am. What the hell is going on? I felt some shaking and then I had the weirdest dream or something.”
Gabe was about to ask her what sort of dream—he wondered if what she was going to say would dovetail with the oddness of his experience or illusion—when Rapsos, holding three bottles of water, rejoined them. Each unscrewed the cap from a bottle and drank. The flow of the icy water revived Gabe, who realized he must have gotten dehydrated.
With the satisfaction of his thirst, the disturbing images Gabe had pushed away before came rushing back at him. If he could believe these images, something mega-bizarre had gone down while he was unconscious. Something involving him and Rapsos, and then something else involving all three of them.
An unidentified tension, big and uncomfortable, knotted in his gut, and Gabe felt nauseous. Maybe something had hit his head hard. What were the symptoms of and treatment for concussion?
Like Gabe, both Rapsos and Jade drained their entire bottles in one long drink. Gabe was glad to see Jade’s skin color return to normal, and her eyes no longer looked dull and flat.
Could Rapsos have done something to both of them? Maybe he’d somehow drugged their coffee. Gabe wouldn’t put anything underhanded past the opportunistic creep. If he’d knocked Gabe out first, Jade wouldn’t have been unable to defend herself. After all, Rapsos was so much bigger than she was.
And how come Rapsos didn’t appear at all fazed or hurt? Granted, he’d appeared out of it when Gabe came to, but he’d been lying spooned behind Jade…
Gabe winced and his fists tightened yet again.
Just then Rapsos rubbed his head as if to indicate he’d been knocked around too. “It looks like we’re all all right, thank goodness. I suppose we should attempt to find out what’s going on—before we discuss what happened here.”
Gabe’s gut clenched. The way Rapsos said what happened here made it seem something had, in fact, happened. Between all of them. He sincerely hoped whatever really had gone down had no relation to the weird images he couldn’t shake loose from his brain.
Jade had never felt stranger in her life. Now that she’d slaked her thirst, she could turn her attention to sorting out what had just happened. Alex suggested they’d experienced an earthquake, which certainly would explain the physical signs of upheaval around them.
But how could she explain the images in her head?
She smiled to herself. After all, she was a writer. Her imagination and the images that came to her were the raw materials of her art. Normally, she’d be happy to explore whatever her subconscious or whatever was operational in her mind wanted to serve up. But now, those images were so disturbing, so contrary to truth, yet so friggin’ tantalizing, she didn’t know what to make of them.
She shook her head to try to clear away the cobwebs. Since last night when she’d let Maura read that Tarot card for her, Jade felt her life had taken a turn in a new direction. Not that she attributed that much power to Tarot cards, but Jade couldn’t help feeling something uncanny had been unleashed in her heretofore fairly normal life. The Tarot card she’d drawn, supposedly at random, seemed so connected to her deepest dreams, she’d questioned the randomness. If Maura weren’t completely honest and brimming with integrity, Jade might have suspected her of manipulating the cards so Maura would receive that one.
But the prediction based on the Tarot card had been positive, and Jade regarded what was happening to her and Gabe today as extremely negative. That alone was enough to convince her something else was going on, something she just didn’t understand. Maybe it was silly to attribute the upheaval to the Tarot card, but it felt as if everything began at Maura’s Tarot party.
For instance, Jade had met Alex at the same time as she’d heard her card read. Despite Gabe’s automatic dislike of Alex—okay, his intense jealousy—Jade had felt herself drawn to the other man. Could her attraction to Alex be because of Gabe’s reaction? God, she hated to think she could be that perverse. Bottom line, she and Gabe were solid. She’d never let anything mess with that. Deep down, she knew nothing in her attraction to Alex was in any way a threat to what she and Gabe had together. She wouldn’t let it be.
But she had to admit to herself, Alex played a very disturbing role in the strange images filling her head. Unfair as it probably was, she con
nected Alex to the bizarre changes coming into their lives. Her gut, or maybe it was just plain old curiosity, compelled her to see what would happen next. A little voice inside her warned that Gabe and she should run as fast and as far as they could from Alex, but she chose not to listen.
Alex had insisted he could enhance her and Gabe’s writing, move them ahead to a new level of success. She’d always heard people had to take risks to fulfill their dreams. Taking risks implied leaving one’s comfort zone.
But she’d never before seen Gabe react the way he was now. He seemed on the edge of anger or fury, more violent emotions than she’d ever before realized he had brewing within him.
“Alex, can you explain any of what’s going on here? I feel like I’m in the strangest dream of my life.” She hoped whatever he said made sense of the chaos.
Alex looked remarkably cool and unflustered. The contrast with Gabe, who was practically foaming at the mouth, couldn’t have been more striking.
“Some say life is but a dream, and a strange one at that.” His voice sounded abstracted. “Nonetheless, there are some markers that let us know we’re firmly in reality. I’m still on hold, but a police officer from our precinct will soon take this call and tell us what is going on.”
Of course. How mundane. It made perfect sense to call the police to find out if some natural or other disaster were responsible for the current situation.
“It’s hardly rocket science to think of calling the police,” Gabe grumbled.
Normally, Jade expected she wouldn’t be so impressed that someone had thought of calling the police. But everything felt so uncanny, so bizarre around the edges.
“Besides,” Gabe continued, “the fact that the police are taking calls would argue against anything major having happened. And the electricity and phone lines are intact.”
Still on hold, Alex mock-toasted Gabe for his insight.
In a matter of moments, an officer responded to Alex’s questions. When Alex hung up, he looked bemused. He turned and gazed at both of his visitors as if trying to find the words to express what he had to.
