Z is for Zeus The Gods of Ancient Greece knew that their time was limited as the people forsake their beliefs. They felt their remaining powers ebb away as each day flowed by. In the secret regime, they strove to play once last roll of the dice. They invested in 10 crystals all their abilities and knowledge, and buried them deep in Mount Olympus. Sometime in the future the age of the Gods would return when their powers would be revive in a suitable vessel. Night followed quickly for the Gods as the dawn of the modern world of man began and the legend of the Gods became myths and stories for the children of the mortals. ……………………………………………………………………………………… I was sweating, as yet again Miss Smallwood shouted at me to stop jiggling and get down the hole. Once again, it was my turn to slip into the crack in the dirt, a so-called pothole. An adventure vacation in archeology, which after the students realized the obsessions of Miss Smallwood were to illegal dig in the caves of Olympus, became a lot more than we had bargained for. After numerous incidents with the rather upset Greek authorities, only I Poor Little Peter (or PLiP as I had been nick named) was left with the Amazon Smallwood. Smallwood was anything but your normal professor in that she was 5’ 11’ and curved where curves should be on a woman. Many a wood not necessarily small had been raised thanks to her. I caught one last sight of her as I was lowered into the mouth of the hole. Her shoulder length raven hair tied up in a crude bun, her heaving breasts straining against a sports bra in her sleeveless kaki shirt, her tanned legs starching out for her kaki shorts into those sensible hiking boots. For a woman approaching 40 she was still a stunner, only a streak of grey hair gave away her maturity. She easily hoisted me as PLiP I was, just 5’ 5’’ and more a pet to women than a man. The things I do for lust was my last thought as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the hole. I was going down to the bottom this time. We had finally tied all our ropes together to have a chance of reaching the abyss. After being lowered for an indeterminable time, the movement stopped. “You are stuck somewhere. I’ll try to raise you” she shouted. After 10 minutes of no movement downward or upward, I felt a bit panicky. “Try swinging” was her answer. I moved gently at first, and then getting more worried, I frantically and widely moved about. Unknown to me the rope was caught on a sharp ledge and all I succeeded in doing was to cut the only line I had. I fell an age, but in retrospect a mere 15 feet, and landed with a thump on the dirt floor. Winded I tried to stand but all I saw was stars, 10 perfect stars twinkling all around me. I passed out for a moment, just having enough consciousness to see the stars extinguish one by one, as if candles were being snuffed out. Then I awoke when a coil of rope literally hit me on the head. Smallwood had managed to lash together the remaining ropes, most of which were well past their safe life expectancy. With difficulty, I tied the rope around me and was slowly eased back up to the daylight. It took a long time, as it seemed the hole had gotten smaller. In places where I had previously had the luxury of several inches, I was scraping the walls with my chest and back. Still feeling dizzy, I managed the last few feet to pull myself out. Resting a few seconds knelling on the ground, I looked up at Smallwood. She was panting for breath at the effort of pulling me up. I glanced from her sensible boots up her smooth and glistening legs, up to her chest moving as she gained her breath, up to her beautiful face. Her lips full and her eyes like brown pools. I felt my lust was beginning to get the better of me. Slowly, I stood up. My head reaching a full foot higher than her’s. Was I on a rock, or she in a hole? No, I was actually taller than she was. We were both stunned. Not only was I taller, but my body had transformed into a muscular toned body. I was still dizzy. I stumbled and she caught me and held me up. We were very close and I could smell her scent. I keep hearing her speak to me….why was she using Greek. No….it wasn’t her…it was Zeus. I stumbling again as my understanding improved. “We need to get you to a doctor” she said. “No” I firmly commanded. “I am in charge here” she shouted. “You are going to see a doctor. You will….” She stopped mid sentence because I thought her to be quiet. Bewildered she looked at me, looking up to my eyes, looking at my new body, to the bulge in my pants. Yes, I had a bulge….truth be known it was a massive bulge. My yearning had gotten the better of me. I held her arms and lifted her to me. Pressing my head down I kissed her full on the mouth, then again deeply and hungrily. You desire me, I thought, and kissed again. This time she responded by opening her mouth and lashing my tongue with her’s. She pressed her body against mine, jumping up wrapping her long legs around my waist. With my right hand supporting and fondling her right buttock, I used my left to massage her right breast. I ripped off her top with one movement, and then ripped her bra off too. Hold the base of her back and lifting her upwards I plunged my mouth onto her erect nipples, sucking them noisily, licking around them in great and small circles. The salt sweat of hers was so intoxicating. I pulled each nipple into my mouth, sucking with my lips, crewing gently but cruelly with my teeth. I could hear her mind complain that she shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be enjoying this…..but God it that it was so good. I lifted her higher and with my teeth I slashed away her shorts and her soaking panties. Her naked wet cunt, moisture glistening on her trimmed public hair was but inches from my face. I put my nose into her tight black curls and drank her smell. Within a few seconds I was teasing her clit hood with my tongue, licking her slit, sucking her cunt lips and forcing her cunt open with my probing tongue. My tongue became like a snake winding it way into her, feeling the sponge-like skin where her g-spot was. She bucked, squirmed, and squealed an inhuman guttural sound. Then she rocked and moaned, then came in squirts, which bathe me. Pushed my head into her lap – trying to un-borne me it seemed. With my right hand, I undid my belt and unzipped my fly. My cock freed itself from my underwear. Already dripping pre-cum it stood 11 inches erect and wide like a young girls arm. I lowered Smallwood’s body down so that my helmet rested against her puffed up cunt lips. She cried in her head it’s too big, and it’s not like me to want it…but I need it inside me. Resting on my erect dick and relaxing my hold, her cunt was forced open slowly accepting the girth. It stretched her. Pleasure racked her body as I slipped more inside. She breathed hard and had an almighty orgasm. Her vagina tried to strangle my manhood, pulsing as she came. Nevertheless, I let her down more and more until almost all of me was in her pushing right against her cervix. Ride me I thought her, and she used her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck to lift her body, and ride up and down my rod. Faster and faster, until I knew she was primed for another crashing organism. I too was set and when I felt her mind lose control, I unleashed wave after wave of cum to match the massive contractions racking her body. Cum and cunt juices mixed together held inside her by her contracted tight cunt. She stopped breathing. She just held all her muscles taut, until finally the first wave subsided, then a second later another wave hit, and the another, and finally one last one which caused her to pass out with a whimper. I let her slowly to the floor, conjuring up some massive cushions for her to rest on. I realized now that the new wisdom I had was from the powers of Zeus, my strength from Olympus himself, my attraction to the opposite sex was from Apollo. I knew all this. My powers were from these Gods. However, Aphrodite and Venus drove my lust and desire. These were five of the crystals I had absorbed. The other crystals included the ability to enter and control another’s mind as I had with Smallwood. I could read her so easily; I knew all that she knew. There was no need to try to pass her exams, I knew that that she knew, and I had taken all of her bodily as well. The seventh and eight crystals allowed me to manipulate all living and non-living matter. The ninth crystal was power over time, to halt it, to reverse it, to play with it. Finally the last crystal was the most important I could heal and reverse the effects of aging in anybody, as I was myself immortal. I was now a God, the culmination of all the powers of the ancients. I reached out in my thoughts and saw that they were pleased their time had come again through me.