It was lit only by flickering candles that glinted through the wavy panes of ancient windows and glowed off thick knots of cobwebs. Raquel who went by Rocky grinned in delight the workers at her new job were unexpectedly enthusiastic about Halloween. Never, she resolved, underestimate a computer junkie.
She reached the huge dark arch of the entrance. Stone griffins, frozen in identical no, in different grimaces guarded the portal, but let her pass. Through an iron strapped oak door leaked a faint burble of conversation and, very distantly, the muted tones of a faintly eerie orchestra. She felt a moment of self doubt was this the right place? She was new in town and hadn t been able to find any address at all on this gothic monstrosity, which, strangely enough, she d never even noticed during the day.
There was no doorbell, but instead a thick length of rough rope hanging from somewhere in the dim reaches above. She grasped the firm and oddly warm resilience, puzzled over it for a moment, then tightened her grip and pulled.
Deep within the thick, stone walls sounded a mournful funeral gong.
A small eternity passed, during which she gave herself a quick once over. Her long sun yellow hair framed a classically beautiful face, while her aerobics hardened body was suggestively sheathed in a snug fitting toga, draped to bare one shoulder. Golden letters across her chest announced her to be Orgasma, one of the lesser known Greek gods. A little unusual for Halloween, but she d had the urge to do something different. Last year she d dressed as Toxic Waste, which was fun but messy.
The wooden door swung open silently to reveal a skeleton. A very convincing skeleton, Rocky thought, trying unsuccessfully to plumb the illusion in the dim light. The apparition regarded her with nerveless eyes.
Ah, Orgasma, the skeleton finally boomed, as if greeting a long lost friend. Come in. I didn t recognize you. It s been what? Centuries? He cackled, displaying a full set of gleaming teeth that nicely complemented all the other bone work on display.
Thanks, Slim, Rocky replied, then brushed past him and into a huge hall framed with rough timbers and lit by mountains of wax dripping candles, which cast a dull, flickering glow. Dim figures rustled everywhere, but she saw no one she recognized. Hardly surprising, given that she knew precious few of her coworkers and probably wouldn t recognize even those, given the elaborate costumes that cunningly transformed them into lifelike centaurs, goddesses, goblins and so forth.
A twisted troll served her a goblet of sweet tasting nectar, and she began peering into the gloomy alcoves, searching in vain for a face even vaguely familiar. Just then a spectacularly built young lass streaked by, stark naked, giggling and being chased by a young Adonis wearing only horns atop his curly head and the single larger horn that sprouted from between his legs.
Rocky started, flushed just what kind of party was this? and finally smiled inwardly. The pair vanished into the gloom, but a moment later a wild shriek, peals of laughter and loud cheers announced that the chase was over. Not surprising the girl hadn t been running very fast. And neither, Rocky reflected, would she.
Orgasma, a deep and godlike voice intoned behind her. It has been too long.
She turned to see a tall and well muscled man wearing Grecian sandals, a toga and an olive wreath decorated with tiny lightning bolts.
Zeus? she guessed, seeing him brighten at the recognition. Long way from Mt. Olympus, aren t you?
Aren t we all, he shrugged, rolling his thick shoulders and tugging at his thick brown beard.
Rocky was glad to finally meet someone the unearthly setting had her on edge. Not many scary people here, she offered, and it was true. Save for the odd skeleton or werewolf, it was a collection of gods and goddesses.
Zeus shrugged wryly. They re downstairs, of course. But would you really rather have a goblin that spurts liquid fire or this? He gestured at his toga clad body, as perfect as a statue.
Well she teased.
He stepped forward, placed his hands on her hips and gently squeezed. This is our one night per year. And you, Orgasma, are one of my favorites. Why have you stayed away so long?
One night per year? Then Rocky remembered. Halloween had begun as All Hallows Eve, the one night on which the dead returned to earth. These people were really into this occasion. She felt obligated to hold up her end of the mythological charade.
I ve been busy, I guess, she stammered.
Zeus reached out and caressed her bare arm, firing a tingle through her, a tingle that swirled around her body before inexorably settling between her legs. She felt a flush of wetness, suddenly smelled the clean salt tang of the sea, and from the smiling corners of Zeus s eyes knew he smelled it, too.
That s pretty good, she said. What other tricks do you know?
Some are too advanced for a mere mortal, of course, he said. But some aren t. His electric hands slipped inside her robe to roam playfully across her nipples.
She was shocked by his boldness, and even more shocked by her own as she let his hands massage her breasts, dance teasingly across her belly and wander deftly through the tight blonde curls of her pubic hair. The moves were exquisitely calculated to tease, and Rocky felt her legs part and her belly flutter at that warm liquid caress.
I just hope Hera doesn t catch us, Rocky smiled, recalling from her schooldays that Zeus s wife was notoriously and dangerously jealous.
Zeus perfectly feigned a passing moment of guilt. Good point. We ll have to be quick.
Truly, my lord, Rocky said, thinking that it was going to be very quick. In fact, she was almost there already. She ran her hand across Zeus s flesh, under his toga. His skin was as soft as cream, but the muscles underneath were as hard as the Parthenon it was as if he d been chiseled from sleek marble.
Her hand dropped lower, finding his nether region blissfully untrammeled. He was as thick as a hawser and not yet fully hard. She gasped with a mix of hungry anticipation and a tinge of nervousness at his sheer size.
Zeus nonchalantly slipped his toga to the floor, and for a moment, Rocky was stunned. He truly was chiseled, as perfect in form and proportion as a statue. Taking Zeus s unveiling as a sign, a small crowd encircled them. Rocky felt the pressure of their eyes. She then realized that they were going to watch her. She d never even been naked in front of strangers, and now . . .
Zeus stood proud and unconcerned, hands on hips, his toga lying at his feet like a challenge, his thick tumescence swaying like a heavy pendulum. Rocky s toes involuntarily curled, then she took a deep breath and slowly slid her toga down past her small, pink capped breasts, across her hard flat belly, even more slowly across the tight blonde ringlets of her bush.
She froze, teasing the crowd, then summarily dropped it. The cool night air grazed the high globes of her derriere and her lean legs. She arched her long neck and fixed her green eyes on Zeus, realizing that together they formed a perfectly matched pair of Grecian columns, Ionic and Doric, a small but exquisite temple to the art of physical love. Even the candles seemed to focus on them, spotlighting them, as if they, too, had to watch.
The king of the gods smiled at her, as if projecting a thought into her head. But he needn t have bothered she was a step ahead of him. She dropped to her perfectly sculpted knees, pressed her nose against the smooth sac containing his royal balls and inhaled his divine musk. It heated her as surely as a gas jet, and her hand slipped into her own cleft, tracing light circles. Another deep breath, and then she let her tongue slip out and playfully encircle first one ball, then the other. Zeus s massive cock grew steadily until it lay across her face like a princely log. She grasped it with one hand it was even bigger than the doorbell rope and rubbed it along one cheek, her eyes fixed on Zeus s. She opened her mouth, licked her lips, then inhaled just the head into the warm bath of her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like a tiny wet club.
Not bad for a mortal, he groaned as the corded muscle and tendons of his legs stood out.
I ll turn you to stone, she burbled, opening her mouth wide as she forced him in, oiling him with her lips and tongue and cheeks. Impossibly long, he pressed into her mouth she paused, relaxed her throat muscles and, in a single slow stroke, took him in to the hilt. Her nipples stiffened and a flood cut loose deep within her. The intimacy of the act always got to her.
The crowd gasped as her nose nestled into his pubes.
None before, Zeus moaned. Never has anyone
She slid her mouth off him and let the cold air sting for the bare moment it took her to speak a single word:
Hush, she said, assuming control.
Then she sucked him in again, slowly pistoning down the entire shaft as her hands each massaged one heavy celestial sphere. The feel of a man s balls was a favorite turn on for her, and as they rose in unison, she continued a slow, languid rhythm that no man could withstand for long. Tingles from all over her body rushed together and met in her cleft, and she felt her world start to shimmer. A moment later the first tangy bite of pre come popped into her mouth, triggering an orgasm that ripped through her with pulsations so intense as to be almost painful. Her mouth froze as her tongue trilled a titillating beat on the underside of the massive penis.
She saw herself in her mind s eye: on her knees, legs spread, her taut butt twitching in the flickering candlelight as one hand worked in her cleft and her face pressed into Zeus s crotch. She tasted another spill of Zeus s nectar he was getting close. She ground down again, determined to milk the sap from his tree.
Suddenly strong hands were pulling her head up. Don t forget that Hera lurks, Zeus said. He lifted her as if she were a rag doll, with a touch both gentle and erotic, and lowered her onto a high, plush velvet cushion. The audience of nymphs, trolls and centaurs pressed nearer.
Zeus knelt between her legs and faced her center. Normally she would have been shy about a new lover gazing there, but not tonight. Zeus s gaze was almost tangible, as if each eye somehow projected a massaging beam. Her button thrummed and peach dew coated her thighs as a divine breath stirred the hairs of her blonde muff. Her legs began to quiver.
Now, she moaned.
Zeus leaned forward with the lithe ease of a jungle cat and applied one long, tender lick from the base of her slit to its peak, an oral caress that compressed the passion of the ages into wet swirls and darts, driving another desperate orgasm from her, converting her flat belly into a humped tunnel of muscle, forcing wet sucking sounds from her deep, pink, clenching recesses. Sweat coated her body, lending it an erotic sheen.
Zeus smiled. You are so ripe. So ready.
He rose above her, supporting himself on his straightened arms, with the muscles of his chest and shoulders standing out. Effortlessly, with eyes closed and his lips curled into a faint smile, he eased the head of his cock to her puffed entrance.
All atingle, she spread her legs wide to throw herself open, then reached down to Zeus s rock hard butt. It flexed so erotically that she was instantly on the brink of another orgasm, and then his marble hard length began to slowly and gently slip into her. It stretched her wide, and she began to climax again as soon as the first inch pierced her. He seemed to fill not just her pussy but her entire being.
Aah, she gurgled, and threw her head back as colored lights flashed across her eyelids. Her legs clamped shut around Zeus s broad back, trying to hurry him. But he slipped inward with the slow grind of a glacier, steadily stretching her wider. Her burgeoning orgasm doubled with every millimeter of penetration.
Oh, oh, she moaned quietly, awash in sensations so removed from those of ordinary sex that they were almost unrecognizable.
It s alright, Zeus said reassuringly as she clung to him helplessly.
It is, she agreed, arching her back, taking him in still deeper, pinning herself to him. Go on. Do it.
Yes, my little mortal, I will. He eased out with the same glacial slowness, the flickering candlelight playing off the marbled veins of his purple shaft as it slid inch by inch into view. As if it were ribbed, it strummed at Rocky s insides, plucking her like a thumb on a violin string, driving her vibrations to higher and higher frequencies.
Her arms and legs fought a civil war against him and themselves at the same time, they wanted him motionlessly deep but also stroking fast and hard.
Zeus ignored the flailing and hesitated with only the rounded tip of his cock still within her, her soft pink lips puckered around that purpled extremity as if trying to suck him back in. He waited until first Rocky s slick labia and then her entire body began to quiver, then sank back in, at first just as slowly. Rocky s lower mouth opened wide to accommodate him, her lips squeezing and her inner walls caressing with fluttery bird like spasms.
Zeus bottomed out, paused, then pulled out again, almost as slowly. Rocky gasped and moaned, as if delirious. Her teeth gnashed and her head twitched she was fully a sexual being, trapped in inescapable throes. Zeus frowned, as if concentrating on self control as Rocky s inner muscles massaged him with the most erotic rhythm he had ever felt, then plunged in and out, again and again. With each stroke he slowly but relentlessly accelerated, Rocky moving with him as if a part of him, which, at the moment, she was.
Rocky began a high, keening wail as Zeus pistoned into her with a relentless flashing rhythm. She lost all track of time, but finally, through a long Technicolor blur of orgasm, realized that something had changed. It was hard to tell what it seemed that her brain had been hard wired for orgasm only and was capable of no less and no more and nothing else. But then she realized that the relentless pace was slowing. A void appeared within her as Zeus slowly withdrew.
Huh? she asked raggedly, her eyes unfocused and throat raw. It felt as if he had come, but the fluid sloshing around inside her could have been from her own squirting passions. And as she could plainly see, he was as hard as ever.
He gently reached down, lifted her and placed her on all fours. She was soaked from her nipples to her knees with her own juices, and everywhere else with sweat hers and his.
I ve visited two of your ports, he said grandly. It would be a shame not to do it Greek.
She flinched at the realization, but knew that she would try anything with this man. And, more than likely, would like it. His fingers dipped into her dripping vagina, gathered up a pearly mass of dewy liquid and smeared it onto her already sopping anus. She forced herself to relax that was easy enough. One finger pressed inward. She accepted the probe and a moment later was surprised at how good it felt. He plumbed her inside, probing up and down and around, massaging the slick walls. Then his finger popped free, and Rocky found herself eagerly awaiting the next event. She waggled her backside invitingly at him, arching her back into a shape as perfect and natural as a work of art.
Take her, Zeus, called a figure, and the reminder of the audience sent another surge through Rocky.
Yes the Triad! called another.
Rocky puzzled at that, then realized its meaning: three items. Her mouth, pussy and now her anus. She looked around and saw, everywhere, others writhing and twisting and pumping screwing with wild abandon, as if they d been locked away for eternity.
Yes. Triad! she moaned.
Zeus needed no more encouragement. He placed his smooth helmet against her backside, pressed the head in and stopped. A shiver passed up and down Rocky s body, a shiver of pure physical want. It was as if her body had become addicted to this cock that seemed to know her so well, and at the first taste of it after a minutes long absence, was running to greet it as a dog greets its master at the end of the day.
Out of control, she hurled herself backward, enveloping that massive prong in a single stroke. The burning pain she d expected was missing there was only blissful fullness. Within moments, Zeus was pumping into her, one hand reaching around to plunder her clit. Within ten seconds, the first orgasm fell on her like a crushing weight, forcing sharp, clenching spasms through her pussy and anus as her smooth chute plucked at the cock held deep within her.
She felt him stiffen even more, and his breathing grew more labored as the slap of their flesh rang out.
A whispered voice jabbed from the crowd. Hera comes!
Me, too, Zeus said with a shudder, then he grunted magnificently and froze. Rocky felt his living penis suddenly transform into a vibrator powered by a nuclear reactor, twitching and pounding and thrashing in paroxysms of passion, which once again drove her up and over the highest brink. It was as if quarts of hot come were jetting into her, and she feared that her brain would melt from the sheer voltage of pleasure. It seemed to last for weeks before slowly calming.
Money changed hands. Three holes, to the hilt. Not even Cleopatra did that.
Nor will this one again, if Hera hears about it.
Zeus came to a complete halt, pulled away, then drew a tender hand across Rocky s face. My dear, I apologize Hera is approaching, and it s better for both of us if she doesn t see this.
You people are so into Halloween. I love it, Rocky sighed, immersed in the fantasy. And why not? Zeus had certainly been godlike in his attentions. She collapsed forward onto the cushion, unconcerning that her sopping holes were left gaping and revealed to all.
Zeus rose, grabbed his robe and in moments appeared no worse for wear. Other hands plucked at her maidens, she realized, as they deftly rolled her onto her back and began arranging her toga. All were young, toned and beautiful.
One knelt between Rocky s legs and nonchalantly blew across her hot muff.
Huh? Rocky said blearily.
The girl, whose auburn hair was curled into tight ringlets, didn t answer, but casually leaned forward to nuzzle Rocky s pubes and gently tongue her swollen labia.
Oh, Sappho, giggled another, you re such a slut.
In answer, Sappho plunged her tongue deep into Rocky s pussy while placing her thumb and forefinger around her clit and gently massaging, with a special touch only women have. Rocky, who had thought herself spent, suddenly began convulsing again with a wracking orgasm. Sappho gently slowed her pace, expertly bringing her down, then pulled away, her face shiny. She smiled seductively, then opened her full lipped mouth to display a wad of Zeus s come that she d captured. She spun around smoothly and was gone.
Jesus! Rocky moaned happily through her exhaustion. You people! For just a moment, she wondered who her unknown lovers were. She was going to have to track these folks down. Later. For now, she gave in to the combination of muted bliss and fatigue, slipping into unconsciousness with a smile on her face. Just before she drifted off, a few voices penetrated her subconscious, riddling it with puzzling comments.
Until next year.
A fine celebration, giggled a girl s voice. I ll be sore for six months at least.
What about the mortal?
Zeus s unmistakable baritone answered. She is an exceptionally talented one, truly. Hopefully we will see her next year.
Someone who sounded like Sappho said, But shouldn t we tell her
No. I will leave her this. Rocky heard the sound of paper rustling. She struggled to rise, to speak, to figure out what was going on. But the blissful fatigue was too much, and she collapsed into blackness.
Rocky awoke alone the next morning, in a dusty abandoned mansion that betrayed no sign of the night s festivities, but held only layers of dust, cracked mirrors, ancient furniture and old statues. She was puzzled, and even alarmed, as she pieced it all together. What had happened? The pleasant ache in her pussy told her that something had no imagination was that good. Besides, she could still taste Zeus.
Then she found a piece of parchment laid beside her. It was a note that read: Same time next year. It was the signature, however, that triggered a jolt of amazed realization, followed by a mixture of melancholy and expectation. A single letter, as jagged as a lightning bolt: Z.
Same time next year, she decided.