by K D Grace
“I’ll try,” he breathed.
Her laugh was low and throaty. “I would suggest that you do more than try, my dear Jack, for I shall punish you exquisitely if you do not.” For emphasis, she gave him another nail raking, this time across his shoulder blades. Even before the sting had eased, Iris joined them in the bath. This time, however, she wore more than her requisite string of pearls. She wore a realistic strap-on dick that looked like it might be gold plated, and the belt that supported it was inlaid with pearls. Simple yet elegant. But Iris’s fashion statement was of far less interest to Jack than the gold plated cock pointing in his direction.
Aphrodite bit his ear, returning his attention to her. “Ganymede wanted to be the first to enter you nether passage, Jack Calendar. Oh how he lusts for your lovely back hole.” Her words were humid against his ear. “But Iris won the toss of the dice, and Ganymede will just have to wait his turn.”
There was a moment of cold panic, but before the picture of Ganymede hammering his backside could completely unfold across the movie screen of his unconscious, Iris’s very warm, very talented tongue tackled his asshole, and he held on to his load for dear life — maybe quite literally for all he knew. For a second he held very still between the two goddesses concentrating on just breathing, trying desperately to think of something unsexy — doing his expenses for the week, taking out the trash, doing laundry — anything to keep him from spurting. Surely this was more than could be expected of any mortal. But then Iris lubed him with her warm, wet saliva and inserted a finger into his hole and...dear god, it felt so good!
Aphrodite curled her fingers in his hair and forced him to meet her gaze. Her face was ecstatic, her lips parted, her eyes bright. “I will have you open, Jack Calendar. Open to receive the divine gifts, open to the inspiration we can offer you here, the inspiration I can offer you that no one else can.”
Then she nodded to Iris, and Jack held his breath, every muscle of his body tight, every muscle of his body anticipating penetration. Christ, he’d never taken it up the ass before, never imagined he would.
Aphrodite bit his ear again, and whispered, “Relax, Jack Calendar. While pain is often pleasure in disguise, it is simple pleasure I now offer you, and Iris is very gifted with her strap-on member. Trust me.”
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. He was sheathed in the pussy of the fucking goddess of love! Breathe in. And each time she gripped him tighter... Breathe out. His balls clenched around their load. Breathe in. And just when he thought it couldn’t possibly get any harder, he couldn’t possibly get any harder... Breathe out. Iris reached between his legs and fingered the wetness of Aphrodite’s juices dripping like honey down the length of his cock and on to the tiles beneath. Breathe in, breathe out. And fuck if she didn’t use the goddess’s pussy juices to lube up his asshole! Breathe in. Aphrodite tightened her girly grip and raked her tits against his chest. Breathe out. Iris spat on her hand and rubbed it over the length of her golden cock. Breathe in. And he felt her pressing it up tight against his pucker. Breathe out...
“You may enter him now, Iris,” Aphrodite said.
Breathe in...
“And you, my dear Jack Calendar, must relax and breathe out.”
Breathe out... Breathe out... Brea...!
Iris pushed her way into Jack’s grudging ass in little grunts and starts and shoves until he yielded, forced open like a piece of ripe fruit, feeling like she’d pushed all the way up into his chest cavity.
His eyes watered, his insides ached as he expanded around Iris’s golden cock. “Fuck!” He tried to bite back the curse, but it came, and both goddesses laughed, bathing him in the humidity of their breath.
“And now, Jack Calendar,” Aphrodite said. “We are going to have you, all of you until you are spent and trembling at our feet.”
That time couldn’t be far off, he thought. Then Iris began to thrust, and he was sure she would split him in two. Aphrodite curled her lips into a smile that could just as easily have been a snarl. “Fuck me now, Jack Calendar, and do not hold back, do not hold back even a little bit.”
No chance of that, he thought, sandwiched between the two goddesses as he was. After that there was no thinking at all. The powerful thrusting of Iris up his ass drove him forward deeper into Aphrodite’s tight-fisted cunt, and she rose up to meet him until her buttocks were completely off the tiles. He cupped her roundness, kneading her and gripping her, pulling her further onto him. With her upward thrusts he pressed back onto the relentless probing of Iris’s cock, and then the whole process repeated itself.
The goddesses keened and whimpered and growled and he grunted and groaned and gripped and shoved till he thought he’d break apart. At some point, Iris began to wail, “I’m cumming...I’m cumming. I’m cumming!!” and the golden cock juddered and quaked in a space so tight he’d not have thought such a thing to be possible. And as she pushed him forward into Aphrodite’s cunt, he looked up into bright blue eyes. Aphrodite bit her lip, offered a deep-chested cry and said, “Let us take release together, my love.”
And it was like she’d turned on the faucet. He came in waves of lust. He trembled and roared and convulsed until, with what little brain he had left, he wondered if perhaps he would die. Right here, right now, jazzing into the cunt of the goddess of love. He was cool with that. And that, was the last thing he remembered.
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“You fucked Heph’s wife. Wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes.”
Jack woke in the middle of an enormous four-poster bed staring up into the very smug face of Ganymede. The man was naked, with a battering ram of a hard-on that made Jack’s asshole pucker tight at the very thought.
In response to his less-than coherent look, Ganymede added, “Vulcan? Hephaestus? The god of the forge, technology, all that shit? Ring a bell?”
“I know who Hephaestus is,” Jack said. He would have pushed his way out of the bed, but he found himself stuck in the middle between Ganymede and Aphrodite, with Iris wrapped sleepily around the goddess of love. “It wasn’t like I had much choice, was it?”
Ganymede ignored his logic. “Hephaestus ain’t known for his forgiving nature. The rest of us, well, we have an unwritten rule that it don’t count as cheatin’ when it’s with a mortal. But to be honest, I ain’t sure Heph is onboard with that.” Ganymede’s face broke into a smile. “Still, I woulda never figured a mortal could make Aphrodite cum like that. That was some hot fucking, Jack Calendar.” He glanced down at Jack’s dick, and Jack pulled the sheet up over his semi.
“You saw us?”
‘‘Course I saw you. We all did. Well everyone except Zeus, and Heph. They both had business back on Olympus.” He leaned closer, his eyes drifting down to Jack’s crotch again. “I nearly blew my wad when Iris gave it to you up the ass. It was a beautiful sight to behold.”
Jack’s ass twitched, and suddenly he had that down-the-rabbit-hole feeling again.
“Now, if I was you, I’d go get her some coffee,” Ganymede said. “Cuz when Aphrodite wakes up and there’s no coffee, well let’s just say it ain’t pretty. There’s a Starbucks just around the corner. She won’t drink nuttin’ else. Bente hazelnut latte. Extra shot.” He nodded toward the door. “And don’t forget the extra shot. She’ll know if you do.”
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It must have looked strange, Jack in his ratty track suit flanked by two of Zeus’s Armanied body guards shoving their way to the front of the queue in Starbucks. But no one seemed to notice the strange trio, nor their unacceptable queue-breaking behavior. They were men on a mission, and they were in and out with the true food of the gods in no time. Back at the big house, Aphrodite was already in her office, sitting behind her desk naked and exquisite as always, pounding away at her laptop. “You’re late, Jack,” she said as he set the latte down next to her and stepped back.
She took a lingering drink of her coffee
then sighed. “That’s better. Now take off your clothes and lick my pussy.”
For a second, Jack stood stunned. What had happened to her sexy Jane Austin voice?’
Again it was as though she read his thoughts. “Business voice, Jack. Business voice. I don’t have time to go all hearts and flowers this morning. I’m a busy woman.”
That was fine. Jack didn’t need hearts and flowers. She was still the goddess of love, and he was out of his clothes like a shot.
The next thing he knew he was on his hands and knees beneath Aphrodite’s desk licking her silken wet pussy, and his cock was at full attention pressed up against his thighs. Things were getting really good, and she was moaning and shifting like she was about come out of her chair. He figured any minute now she’d want him to slam it in her good. Then he heard the door open, and she froze.
“Sh!” she hissed. “Don’t make a sound and don’t move. My husband’s coming.”
Then she was no longer speaking to him. “Heph, darling! What a lovely surprise. I wasn’t expecting you back from Olympus so soon.”
Before Jack could fully register what was happening, Aphrodite was yanked bodily from her chair, and the big man who had done Iris doggie style last night kissed her like he’d eat her face off, all the while his ginormous hands cupping and squeezing and pinching his way over the rounder parts of her body. And she must have liked it just fine because she squirmed against him and moaned, “Fuck me hard, Heph. I need you to fuck me hard, right in my wet little cunt.” If he closed his eyes, Jack could have easily imagined he was listening to a porn film. But no fucking way was he going to close his eyes.
When Heph pulled away enough to speak, he said, “I’m full to bursting, woman. I need to you to take care of me. I fucked three nymphs on Olympus, but they’re not you, are they? Oh and aren’t you just juicy as a peach.” He slipped his thick fingers down over her pubes, twiddled his way in between her swollen folds, then he began a rhythmic poke-poke-shove, poke-poke-shove into her hole while he circled and raked her heavy clit with his thumb. All the while, Aphrodite mewled, “There...oh yes...there, I need you there, I need you down there.” The whole pornographic scene was unfolding right before Jack’s eyes, and his cock definitely noticed. As much as he would have loved to be balls-deep in that divine cunt, watching her being porked was the next best thing. That’s what got him into trouble in the first place, he reminded himself. He held his breath, thumbing the head of his cock hard to keep from spurting all over Aphrodite’s Turkish carpet.
“All I could think about was being inside your slick little pussy,” the big man said. He lifted her onto the round conference table that was directly behind the desk, offering Jack a view that was way more clear than it should have been, and way more dangerous for him if Heph turned around and looked down. Fortunately that was unlikely at the moment, since he was focused on his wife’s hot cunny. “I got such a load for you, woman,” Heph was saying. Then he ripped down his fly and pulled out his horse cock, and suddenly Ganymede paled in comparison.
The room smelled of the honeyed pungency of the goddess aroused, and Aphrodite was moaning and quivering and holding herself almost like she needed to pee. And the last thing Jack saw before the big man plunged into her was the delicious gape of her pussy. He thumbed his cock in a strangle hold as Hephaestus fucked his wife like he was jackhammering concrete.
As his thrusts grew harder and tighter, and he came closer and closer to shooting his wad, her slender legs squeezed and flailed around his waist, kicking at his kidneys in rhythm to his thrusts like she was riding a horse, urging it to go faster.
Jack expected that two gods fucking would go on forever, so he was surprised when it ended nearly as suddenly as it started with Heph roaring loudly as he shot her full. Then he released her and tucked his cock back into his trousers. “There, that’s better,” he breathed. “Now, I need a shower. I hate travel.” He left the room zipping and tucking as he went.
Aphrodite, still perched on the conference table, sat like a statue until the door shut behind him. Then she motioned Jack to her chair. “Sit there. Now. I need to cum.”
“What if he comes back?” Jack said, scurrying from beneath the desk and into her chair.
“He won’t,” she said. “He’s had what he needs. Now he’ll shower, sleep like the dead, then eat. It’ll be hours before he can get it up again. That’s why I need you. Now fuck me before I get really cross.” She sat down on his lap, sheathing him in the hot wetness of her cunt and he was in ecstasy. He forgot all about the husband who could come back and catch them in the act and who could stomp him to bits without much more effort than it took to stomp a bug. He forgot all about the fact that he’d been shanghaied against his will to act as the goddess’s sex slave. None of that mattered, not when he was inside her.
She guided his hand around to stroke her heavy clit and her whole body tensed against him. Her tits bounced as she rode him. She ground down on him, rolling and shifting his balls to near pain with each gyration of her pert little ass until he was sure he would explode and blow them both to bits.
“That’s it, that’s what I need, Jack Calendar... Make me cum... I’m so close, so close, so fucking close...” and suddenly she clenched hard and convulsed in waves, and there was nothing he could do but follow suit. He was past the point of no return, grunting his load up into her tight heat before he wondered if perhaps he should have asked her permission to cum.
By mid-afternoon, he’d lost count of how many times he’d ridden the goddess of love. Food had been delivered several times. He didn’t know where it came from, but he’d eaten like a starving man. He’d eaten some of it off the luscious tight belly of Iris, who writhed and moaned beneath his hungry mouth.
Apparently Zeus had sent Hephaestus away again. And, luckily for Jack’s backside, Ganymede had been called to entertain Zeus. Besides serving as plate and table, Iris had joined the party a couple of times, sitting on Aphrodite’s face while Jack hammered away at her cunt. But amazingly, in the midst of it all, the goddess was unbelievably focused on her work.
“We called it a lust tax,” she was saying. She and Jack both sat naked in the middle of the big bed with her laptop perched before them, and they were looking at a list of names and addresses. “It’s not money though, Jack. We have no use for money. We collect just the tiniest bit of libido from all of these places, and it all adds up. These are the names of the people and organizations that owe us. Strip clubs, sex shops, peep shows, that sort of thing. You know, places where libido runs amuck. I go in and make the arrangements. Even pimps give us our fair share.” She held him in a meaningful gaze. “I’m very good at getting people to do what I want them to do. After that, well, no one argues with Ganymede and his thugs, so we never have a problem collecting. And Zeus deals with those who lust for power, you know, politicians, oligarchs, and rich bastards who think money can buy them anything. They’re his branch of the business.” She shivered. “Nasty buggers.”
“Wouldn’t that be more greed than lust?” Jack said.
She giggled wickedly and cupped his balls in a warm hand. “Jack, darling, nothing gives a man a bigger hard-on than wealth and power. No woman could possibly compete.” She batted her eye lashes and offered a modest smile. “At least no mortal woman.” She nibbled at her luscious bottom lip and frowned at the computer screen which now flashed the website of a campaigning politician who had close links to the Family. His trophy wife was even one of the minor nymphs, about as close to marrying into divinity as mortals got these days, Aphrodite told him.
She heaved a sigh and cocked her head. “I can’t help but feel I’m missing something. You know, some way to up profits, some way to strengthen our position in the mortal realm again. Zeus knows the alternatives are pretty bland by comparison, all about violence and prudery, abstinence and intolerance. What kind of a life is that, I mean really?” She shrugged. “Not that we Olym
pians were without violence, but there was always libido, fucking and lusting and fornicating and...well you get the picture. Life force, Jack, life force drives lust. And this modern world of yours, though not without its comforts,” she toasted him with her fifth Bente latte of the day, “it’s all a bit phlegmatic, really.” She nodded again to the computer monitor. “Still every time we forge an alliance, get someone to pay the lust tax, the brighter and the sexier the future looks.”
She sat the computer on the nightstand and lay back, opening her legs and stroking her clit. “All this talk of business makes me horny, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
He had just cum for the he-didn’t-know-how-manyeth-time. Aphrodite was sandwiched between him and Iris, who had her golden cock rammed deep into the goddess of love’s tight little ass. He’d just grunted out the last of his load and both women were still whimpering in the aftershocks when the idea struck him. “A lust worm,” he said. “That’s what you need. A lust worm.”
“What?” Both women said at once.
“The businesses you have listed here,” he sat up and pulled the computer onto his lap. “Well, I assume this is a door-to-door type collection?”
“That’s right,” Aphrodite said.
“No offense, I mean I know you’re good at what you do and all, but surely you know that’s just the tip of the iceberg compared to the lust available online. Who’s your provider?” He asked.
She blinked. “We don’t have a provider. We are our provider. Anything you have here in the mortal realm is way too slow and not nearly powerful enough for us to keep an eye on everything.” She giggled. “We call our little set-up the Hellenet.”
