Grove of the Gods: Her incredibly hot 40th birthday as 4 statues of young Greek gods come alive
Grove of the Naked Gods
It is evening in our new exotic villa in an island somewhere
of the coast of Greece, the one I purchased for you in celebration
of your fortieth birthday. We have had some brief lovemaking
in your bed. Relaxed, you are reading a book of fantasy while
I told you that I've gone to explore the new house. Time
passes, and it's been some time since I left you and
you wonder where I might have gone. I return and in your doorframe
tell you that I've found a secret portal in the house
that we may enter via the basement.
You are intrigued and a bit skeptical but you come with me
nonetheless. We go downstairs, and I reveal to you a small
golden button in wall. I press it and we enter an antechamber
with wardrobes on either side made of ancient carved woods
with intricate erotic patterns shaped like finely carved
cocks and pussies as are found in some temples in India.
I open the wardrobe and show you outfits made of the thinnest
finest metal. These, I say, are from the Grecian ages, worn
by the elite during times of festivals. These are from the
Eleusian mysteries, I tell you, and inform you these were
orgiastic rituals filled with lavish sex that was considered
a means of assuring the crops to grow well for the coming
year. I hand you a necklace and short skirt and tell you to
disrobe. I instruct you to place the fine necklace round
your neck and it hangs from your neck and just covers your
breasts. It's gauze-like material makes your breasts
and nipples tingle. I help you with your skirt which is only
two semi-circles of equally fine mesh to cover your ass
and in front, it hangs just below your upper thighs. I put
on my own thin armor, a vest of mail and a short kilt like skirt.
Hanging from my belt is a sheathed knife that glistens.
I tell you that I've found the next level to the mysterious
place and show you a lever that is of gold and shaped like
two firm robust breasts. With my forefinger and thumb I
press the lever and a wall opens to the outdoors. You are
amazed to find such a place beneath your house. Outside
we are in a grove and I explain I believe we've entered
a time warp, perhaps that is why your town is named Vienna,
there has been a confusion of time and perhaps there are
multiple eras existing at the same moment where you live.
We walk down a beautiful garden path with swifts flying
through the air and singing multi-colored birds in the
air. We pass a stream of golden liquid. It resembles liquid
gold and I encourage you to place your finger in it and taste
it. You obey and find the thick liquid sweet to your palette,
like honey.
I then lead you to a grove. I refer to a map that is pinned to
a tree and it gives directions to a special place: the grove
of the four winds. I say I believe you will appreciate this
place, so we walk several hundred yards along the stream
until we reach a green, verdant grove where four statues
are frozen on pedestals. They each have a statue of a beautiful
young young man, about 21 or 22. Each has piercing eyes;
west has a laurel and has classic Grecian features; east
is wrapped in a short leather jacket and leather pants,
but end at his thighs, which serves to give prominence to
his smooth brown cock and tight muscular belly. He is a handsome
young Moor, and his brown skin glistens in the sunlight.
Meanwhile North has thick Grecian lips and south has a silver
ornament around his neck, evidence of some pagan symbol.
All, however, are perfect specimens of the male physique.
They have contoured, muscular chests and thighs. And each
has a perfectly formed cock, which lie dormant for the moment.
I look at you and tell you that this grove is intended for
those who have opened their pent up desires to new discoveries
and who desire to venture into hidden pleasures they've
always wanted to explore but have been shy. I tell you that
this is your gift for having been able to overcome your past
repressions. I ask you if you like your gift, and you smile
knowingly and kiss me.
You approach the first youth who is from the West with the
laurel. He suddenly comes to life. He is both strong and
of gentle demeanor. You wonder what it would be like to stroke
his muscular thigh. You do so and his eyes open in surprise,
then shut half way in ecstasy. You run your hands around
his cock and it quickly grows hard. It is firm and well-shaped
as are his masculine and well-formed balls. You sense that
he is quivering and you enjoy the power you have over him.
You begin to stroke him, but soon your mouth grows hungry
and you wrap your lovely lips over his cock and suck him.
As you do so, he quivers and places his sculpted hands on
your head for balance. Soon you grow more lascivious with
each stroke of your mouth. You hear him moan. He is totally
in your power. You hear a sound behind you and it is the youth
of the East, the Moor. When you turn to see him, he stops abruptly
for fear he might be transgressing your domain.
But you give him a friendly seductive smile and he understands
you are beckoning him. He walks up to you and you run your
hand down his hard belly to his cock and it grows hard and
thick around your hand. You turn back to the Western lad
on the pedestal. His cock has softened a bit so you encourage
its size by stroking it. As you do so, you can feel the Moorish
young man pressing against you. The leather feels sensuous
against your body but his hard cock presses against your
ass and you are in delight. As you attend to the laurel-wreathed
young man on the pedestal you see from the corners of your
eyes the other two lads have come to life. They are carrying
small amphora
as though they were messengers come to deliver you gifts.
Curious, you watch them approach. When they reach either
side of you, you look in the vases they hold and see to your
surprise glistening oil. It seems the gift is in the amphora
and not the amphora themselves. You nod to the two newcomers
as though you have already predicted their roles. They
reach into the vases and their hands are coated and dripping
with thick oil. They put the amphora down, dip their hands
into them up to their forearms, then begin to oil your body,
caressing your every curve as they oil you. The oil glistens
in the sun and the light is bright yet soft. The two newcomers
hold you by the waist, massaging you up and down. One arcs
his oil glistened hand from your ass under your soft sweet
pussy to your pubic crest. The other brushes his oil tipped
fingers along the edges of your pussy, making sure its fold
are well oiled and glistening, then strokes the Moorish
young man's cock with oil, then applies the thick unguent
to the young man on the pedestal.
The sun is getting you dizzy but a very pleasant excited
dizziness. You bend over and begin to take the Western lads
cock in your mouth. Although it is a bit large, you manage
to fully cover it with your mouth as you massage is balls,
then holding his cock in your hand, you suck each ball gently,
feeling the sensual oil that coats it. The two youth on either
side of you take hold of each of your cheeks, massaging,
and gently pulling. You have a premonition of what is to
follow. The Moorish boy begins to glide his cock into your
hungering wet pussy. You feel his large well-oiled member
enter you until it can go no further and his balls slap your
ass. Now you get into an orgiastic rhythm of primal sexuality.
Each time the Moorish lad thrusts deep inside you, your
lips glide down the cock of the one on the pedestal. Meanwhile
the other two youth caress you and stroke you, trying to
communicate their pleasure at seeing how much pleasure
you are receiving. You feel the Moorish boy's cock
thicken.
You momentarily bend down to see the action and are ecstatic
to see the pleasing contrast of his brownish cock glide
into your blonde pussy. You begin to moan and turn back to
the Grecian lad. You start stroking and sucking him hungrily.
You sense that he too is engorged with excitement and ready
to come. The thrusts grow stronger and harder from behind
and you cry out with pleasure, feeling yourself on the point
of coming. You are nearly lost in this ocean of pleasure
when you feel the Grecian lad's cock erupt as thick
rope thick strands of cum shoot out over your breasts. Simultaneously,
the Moorish young man explodes inside you. In wild abandon,
you turn as the Moor's brown cock slides out you bend
down and suck on his still cumming cock, allowing its thick
ambrosia to cover your lips. Now you feel the other young
man get down from his pedestal. You bend over as if to offer
your pussy to him and he complies and begins to fuck you as
you suck the still hard brown cock of the Moorish lad. As
they are young, they still seem to be excited and hard. You
continue and soon they are on the point of coming again.
this time the Moorish lad's cock explodes in your mouth
and the Grecian boy fucks you with wild abandon. You cum
with him and are now so spent you feel dizzy.
The four youths carry you to a nearby stream and lead you
into it. You lie down in the stream and linger there as it
is only several inches deep. You feel the water which meanders
along its banks, washing you gently. You are now half asleep
and look up to see the four youths looking down at you in admiration.
They have never met such an exquisite example of feminine
beauty and sensuality. Their cocks are not at rest, but
still maintain their erotic glow. You bathe in their eroticism
and in the pure stream that caresses your body, taking with
it all cares and concerns. You realize you are in paradise.
Then you hear the sound of a stronger force of water. You
close your eyes then open them. You are lying in your bathtub.
I am over you, aiming the water as it comes out of the faucet
with my hands. You notice I am nude with a huge hard on. You
smile and hold my cock. "What's this?"
you say playfully. "Well, I say, you were lying here
moaning and purring and growling like a tiger. You were
mumbling something about a young Moorish prince and repeating
the words "more cock, more cock" as you stroked
me, so you should understand why I'm so hard. You smile
at me and stand in the bathtub. I get in with you and embrace
you. Then kiss you hungrily and powerfully on the mouth.
You feel my cock against your belly. "Hmmmmm...."
you say. "Exactly what I was imaging: more of your
beautiful cock."
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