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 (c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2002





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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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   A party with Dionysus.



   It was supposed to be a weeklong party: beer and birds for a week. 
Holiday with my mates on a Greek island was less expensive than Ibiza and
who really cares were, as long as there are plenty of beer and girls?  But
that night, I was just tired.  The air inside the disco was thick with
smoke, perfume and sweat.  It was so hot and the music was loud.  I hadn't
had that much to drink, not tonight at least, but I hadn't had much sleep,
either.  That's what caused it.  It must have been.  This was going to be
partying, drinking and screwing, nothing else.  We'd had a lot of fun, but
I hadn't got laid yet.

   I went outside and inhaled the fresh air.  A light breeze came in from
the sea and cleared my bussing head a little, but after a couple of minutes
I decided to head home to the hotel.  It wasn't too far from the disco,
even though we did take a cab to get there, but it was around midnight now
and it would probably be impossible to get a cab here.  It wasn't exactly
London and the streets looked deserted.

   I walked along the beach road.  The view over the sea was quite nice,
the moon reflecting in the lazy waves.  On the other side of the road were
old ruins, mostly something that looked like temples, and a theatre.  We
hadn't gone to Greece to look at ruins and I was no expert; to me it all
looked like rubble.

   I just wanted to sit down for a moment.  The theatre was just the place
to rest before I walked on to the hotel.  It was so quiet, so peaceful. 
The only sounds were the waves rolling to the shore and the cicadas.  I
didn't see him until he was right in front of me.  I'd only sat there for a
minute or so.  Strange looking bloke, really.  He was small and fat,
wearing a white toga and leather sandals.  Strangely, he looked very old
and very young at the same time.  Sort of like a 20-year old alcoholic, but
he didn't seem drunk.

   "A little tired, are we?" he said.

   "I didn't catch your name, mate."

   "No, of course not.  I didn't tell you.  Everyone around here knows me.
I'm Dionysus, the Greek God of drinking and celebration," he grinned.

   My tongue was thickened by alcohol.  "Diozinu- . . .  Dizo- . . .  oh,
heck.  I'll call you Dennis.  A party-God.  Great!  A little far out, don't
you think?"

   "Why are you out here all alone?  Oh, never mind.  We can't just sit
here and talk.  Come meet my friends.  Let's have some fun."

   He turned to the stage.  I was surprised to see that we were not alone.
In the shadows were several people and torches suddenly lit the centre of
the stage.  He handed me a glass of wine.

   "We need entertainment!  What about some wrestling?  Sports are not my
field, but I've changed the rules a little to make it more fun.  Do you
want me to explain?" he asked.

   He was really a character this bloke.  Not waiting for me to answer his
question he clapped his hands and a young man stepped into the light.  He
was naked and his muscular body was glistening with oil.  Seeing two men
wrestle in the nude wasn't exactly my idea of fun.  He must have seen the
disappointment in my face.

   "Don't worry.  It will be fun.  The rules are like this: The two
combatants" - a young girl entered the stage - "will wrestle each other. 
In order to win the man will have to take the woman the way men do or make
her surrender to pleasure.  The woman will have to make him surrender to
pleasure, if she wanted to win.  She can do this any way she pleases,
except let him into her womanly cave."

   "You mean, if he fuck her he'll win and if she makes him shoot his load
first, she'll win."

   "How profane!  But yes, you could put it that way."

   He was a bit of a pompous ass for a God of partying, but what the hell.
If he was a friend of Zeus and those guys, he'd been around for a long
time.

   "That sounds like fun," I said.  "What's the prize?"

   "Prize, prize!  Everybody wants a prize nowadays.  Nobody cares about
the pure pleasure of winning; the honour," the old God sighed.  "The loser
will have to please the winner as he or she chooses the rest of the night.
On top of that, the winning team will be allowed to share the losers from
the opposite team between them.  I should say there is a fair chance that
all will be winners in the end."

   "Yeah, I'll bet!"

   He was definitely beginning to catch the attention of my otherwise
clouded mind.  The girl who had entered the stage was really something. 
She looked bloody sexy: tall, slim, with a nice, curvy arse and small firm
tits.  Her dark hair was tied in a knot, and like the boy, she was
glistening with oil.  That included the dense, black triangle between her
legs.

   "Oh boy, who wants to win?" I said, sort of to myself but Dennis
grinned.

   "They'll both win.  That's the great thing about my rules."

   At first, it looked like any old wrestling match.  I mean, they were
naked, but apart from that they leaned towards each other, swaying and
trying to get a good grip on the opponent.  The oil made it very difficult
to get hold on, the hands slipping all the time.

   Naturally, she didn't go for a throw.  She used one arm to keep him at a
distance and the other was totally dedicated to getting his cock.  It had
just been hanging down when he entered the stage but as soon as she
appeared, it was as if somebody gave him a shot of viagra.  She did manage
to catch it a couple of times, but the oil made it impossible for her to
hold on to it.

   The guy didn't have much luck with his strategy, either.  His hands
slipped off her body.  Instead, he straightened his back and tried to pull
her close.  She immediately grabbed the chance, and his cock.  She was
triumphant but he was a cunning bastard and had planned it that way.  She
got so distracted that she didn't react when he put his arms behind her
back and knelt.

   He locked his arms under her curvy arse and lifted her up.  She had to
let go of his cock.  Her taut little breasts were right in front of his
mouth and he took time to give one of them a good suck, before he tilted
her and dropped her fairly gently on the canvas.

   As soon as her hands touched the canvas, she began to twist in his arms,
trying to get out of his grip.  The oil made her slippery as an eel and
just as hard to handle.  She almost succeeded, but he held on to her as she
tried to get away over the canvas.  She was on her stomach and his hands
was still around her thighs in a position which meant that his face was
more or less buried in the crack between her sexy buns.

   She tried to get up on all fours, but that was a mistake.  Okay, so the
guy was about to lose his grip when she did, but he got the chance to stick
his tongue into her pussy and that really distracted her big time.  He
shifted his hands to her hips and got a solid grip on her.

   First, she tried to crawl away from his wicked tongue, but he just
followed her, so she lay down flat on her stomach with her thighs tightly
squeezed together.  He was unable to force her legs apart.

   "He didn't get her," I said.

   "No, but he certainly has the advantage," Dennis replied.  "Let's see if
he can utilise his superior position."

   The guy rose to a kneeling position, still with a firm grip on her hips.
She tried desperately to snake herself out of his grip and it gave him an
opportunity to get his knee in between her thighs.

   "Man, she's in trouble.  She can't even reach his cock.  She's fucked."

   Dennis didn't answer.  He was staring intensely at the fight.

   It wasn't as easy as I'd thought it would be.  The guy tried to get her
arse raised so he could get a clear shot, but she was very rigid and
resisted any attempt he made to pull her up.  Now, he wasn't dumb, this
guy. In a swift motion, he grabbed one of her legs just above the knee and
pushed it up.  The girl struggled, but with her leg bent and pressed
upwards and her other leg fixed under him, she was helpless.

   The rest was a piece of cake, really.  She tried one last desperate
attempt to distract him.  She curled up and grabbed his cock as he was
inching himself upwards towards her pussy.  Mind you, it was a good idea,
but it was easy for the guy to press her leg down over her arms and prevent
her from moving.  After that, it was as if she gave up.  Maybe she wanted
to lure him into an ambush, but he never let go of her.  Slowly, he inched
himself up her thigh until his cock was just were he wanted it to be.

   He looked triumphantly down on her, hesitating for a moment to make sure
she knew what was going to happen.  She knew all right.  With one hard
thrust, he slammed his cock all the way into her.  She threw her head back
and opened her mouth as if his cock was going to come out that way.  Man,
he really filled her.  I could see how her fat lips were wrapped around his
pole.

   Now, I'd expected him to fuck her silly, but Dennis raised his hand.

   "Brilliant fight.  First round to the men."

   "Hey!  I was looking forward to that.  Why didn't you let him fuck her?"
I asked.

   "There's more to come.  Let's have the next competitors on stage!" he
called out.

   Another guy came into the light.  I didn't take much notice of him, I
mean, guys are not really my cup of tea.  I was waiting for the girl and I
tell you: she was worth waiting for!  She was a little older than the first
girl, twenty perhaps, and her curves, oh boy!  She was something.  A
gorgeous arse and big, soft, heavy tits, crowned with large dark centres
around a pair of thick nipples.

   Her black hear was cut short and the hair on top of her head was all she
had.  Her pussy was shaved as bare as the day she was born.  Her fat outer
lips couldn't cover red inner lips.

   "Man, she's ripe.  Ready to eat!"

   "You'll have to feast on her with your eyes, but I'm sure this will be a
fight to enjoy."

   It was.  Just looking at her glistening tits swaying as they engaged in
the initial embrace made me wish it was me in the ring with her.  Soon,
those lovely tits were mashed between their chests as she tried to catch
his cock between her thighs.  Smart, really, and she had a good chance of
getting somewhere with her attack.

   Most guys don't look like much when their cock is limp, but this guy
grew and grew.  He was well hung, I tell you.  Long and thick it was, and
she squeezed it between her thighs.  I could see the big knob when I looked
at her from behind.

   "I think she'd love to lose this fight and get that big pole up her
pussy.  They always say it's the size that matters, now don't they?" I
said.

   "They do, but it's also a question of what you can do with it.  Besides,
if he loses she can have him any way she wants and, she wants her team to
win."

   Dennis had really worked things out here.  The fight was intense and he
was right, you know.  They both wanted to win.  The guy got her turned
around with her arms locked, but he couldn't get his long cock in position.
Instead, he tried to reach down to her pussy.  That gave her the
opportunity to get one hand free.  That was all she needed.  She spun out
of his grip and suddenly it was she who was behind him.

   I just loved the way her tits were mashed and squeezed in the heat of
battle.  I could almost feel her big, hard nipples poking into my back.  I
bet you he could.  She used a different technique to get to him.  She
slipped both hands down to his cock, trying to keep his arms locked.  She
succeeded in the beginning and began to masturbate him with one hand while
the other played with his balls.  It looked like he was almost ready to
give up, but that was just a trick.

   He didn't try to get his hands out.  Instead, he suddenly bent over and
turned, throwing her over his shoulder.  He didn't really throw her; she
slid off because of the oil.  In a split second, he was over her, but she
was almost as quick and rolled away the best she could.  He did get on top
of her, but he was facing her feet and his cock ended up in her face.  That
was a mistake.  The girl immediately threw her arms around his thighs and
caught his long rod in her mouth.



   "Oh man, that was really a stupid move."

   "It isn't over yet," Dennis whistled.

   It sure looked like it was over.  No matter what the poor guy did, she
wouldn't let go of his cock.  He tried to force it all into her mouth in an
attempt to make her cough it out.  The first time he almost choked her, but
she got her hand wrapped around his shaft and that stopped him.  She had a
really tight grip and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake her.

   He worked on two fronts, though.  His mouth was glued to her pussy. 
That was smart, because she couldn't push, despite the fact that he had her
legs under his arms.  If she did, she would pull his cock out of reach. 
Maybe that was what he'd counted on.  In that case, she was cleverer than
he was.  They ended up side by side.  Neither of them was willing to give
up their position and for some time, it looked like the guy was doomed. 
She sucked him expertly.

   "Is he just going to let her get away with that?"

   "What else can he do?" Dennis said.  "But if he's going down, he's doing
it in a pleasant way."

   The guy had an incredible stamina.  Not only that, but he was also knew
how to use his tongue.  The girl was getting really hot.  Her pussy was red
and swollen and he kept attaching her clit with a vengeance.  In the other
end, her sucking and licking didn't leave him cold either, but she was
really worked up now and that was getting her in trouble.  Man, he was
doing her good!  I think he would have won if she hadn't used dirty tricks:
In a last, desperate effort to make him come, the girl pressed an oily
finger up his arse.

   "Hey, did you see that.  Man, that's mean," I said.

   "Not against the rules," he replied.

   You could see it in the girls face: The mixture of panic and extreme
pleasure.  She threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm, but just as
she did, he blew his load.  The first shot went directly up her nose and he
really carried a full load.  His cum splattered out over her face in thick
jets from his cock until she was completely covered.

   "Tie!" Dennis shouted.

   "No!  You can't be serious.  She came before he did." I protested.

   "No!  A tie is rare, but it happened.  They came so close together that
you can't tell who was first."

   All seemed to accept the ruling and they left the canvas on wobbly legs,
the girl with his cum running down her face and dripping down on her
gorgeous tits.  Quite a sight, really.

   "The next match will be the last one, if the man wins," the old God
said. "If the girl wins we'll have to arrange a fourth match to find the
winning team."

   The next couple came up on the canvas.

   "Man, that's not fair.  You've fixed the match, haven't you?" I said.

   "Again, it's not just a question of size," he answered.

   The girl was tiny.  No, not that way.  She had big tits and a dense
black fur between her legs, but she was short.  The guy was over a foot
taller.  She was really foxy with her black hair in a braid down her back
and her tits looked impressive on her tiny frame.

   "She doesn't stand a chance," I said.

   "Don't be too sure."

   I was really hoping for a fourth match, but her deficiencies became
obvious as soon as they started.  He could easily keep her away and in no
time at all, he had her down on the canvas, straddling her arse.  The girl
hardly struggled at all.  It looked to me as is she began to masturbate
instead of fighting him.  She reached under herself and spread her legs for
him.

   "She's losing on purpose!  You've fixed the match," I said to Dennis,
but he just waved his hand.

   The guy lunged forward.  She had her hand wrapped around his shaft and
that was the only thing that stopped him from going in all the way.  She
let out a scream when his thick cock stretched her.  I was sure the match
was over, but the supposedly divine referee didn't stop them.  It wasn't
until I took a closer look that I saw what she'd done.

   "Bugger me.  No, bugger her.  She's taking him up the arse!"

   "Well, they do call it "Greek", don't they?" Dennis chuckled.

   Before the guy realised what had happened, he got overly excited and
grabbed her hair, pulling up her head.

   "Fault," yelled Dennis.  "Break!"

   The couple stopped and the guy looked pleased with his own mistake. 
Actually, I had a sneaking suspicion that he did it on purpose.  He pulled
out of her arse, making her moan loudly.  Then he lay down, not on his
stomach as they usually do in wrestling, but on his back.  The reason was
obvious and stood proud like a lighthouse.

   The girl was now given the advantage and I wondered what she was going
to do.  She could try to get a good hold on him and take his pole into her
mouth or hold him down while she jerked him off, but she was not heavy
enough to do that.  She chose neither.  Instead, she straddled him and
grabbed his cock.  The moment Dennis started the match again she dropped
down on his cock with all her weight, forcing it into her arse again.  If
you'd seen the thickness of his cock, you'd know she really wanted to win
this one.

   The guy bucked like a mad bull, but he couldn't throw her.  She wasn't
heavy, but still heavy enough to stay on top.  She rode him like a rodeo
rider, bouncing up and down to follow his moves.  I mainly looked at her
tits bouncing.

   There was nothing the guy could do.  She held his cock in a vice and he
couldn't get his hand down to her pussy.  The only thing he could do was to
grab her tits and play with her nipples.  It looked like she really enjoyed
that.  Taking his cock up her arse was undoubtedly unpleasant at first, but
now it seemed that she'd got used to it.  She ground her pussy against him
while she fucked him faster and faster.  For a moment I though she'd come
with him, but she was in control and held back.

   He fought, he really did, but there was no way out for him.  His hands
squeezed her tits tightly as he rigidly emptied his load into her.  I
almost felt sorry for the girl.  She was so worked up and ready to come,
but she had to stop and get off.

   "So, we got a tie here.  We'll need to have a fourth match.  Are you up
to it," he said.

   I looked at him with disbelief.

   "What?  You mean me?"

   I turned my head and suddenly, I was looking into a pair of beautiful,
brown eyes.  Man, talk about an angelic face: big, almond shaped brown
eyes, set in a fine face, framed by heavy, black curls.

   "God, let me lose.  I want to be your slave," I gasped.

   "What?" the girl asked.

   It all changed.  The torches were gone and the stage was dark, only lit
by the moon.  Mind you, I was still looking into those beautiful eyes.

   "Are you OK?" she asked.

   "Eh, Yes.  I'm fine," I said and looked around me.

   The old geezer was gone, but the wrestlers were still there, only they
were dressed.

   "What are you doing out here all alone?  It looked like you were
asleep."

   "I was just resting." I said, still trying to work out what had
happened.

   "You can't sit here all night.  Come with us," the girl with the
beautiful brown eyes said.

   "Right.  Okay."

   I got up and put my hand around her shoulder just to steady myself a
little, but she misunderstood and put her arm around me, too, and snuggled
closer.

   "We have a little game and we need an extra boy.  Do you want to join
the fun?" she asked.

   I looked at the three other girls; either way, I could only win.

   "I'm game!"

   "What, your game?" the brown-eyed girl asked, confused.

   "Never mind.  I'd love to join the team," I said.

   "Good.  Let's go!"

   I swear that I saw a fat old man in a toga disappear behind a column,
when we left.











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