D J Owen - [Erotic Greeks 01]

by Helena

  She felt Pandora pull back and confused she looked at her, “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry I” a finger on her lips stopped her talking, “I want you” Pandora said. Standing Pandora held out her hand and Helena eagerly grasped it and stood up. She felt herself being pulled back towards the middle of the bath and soon they were both submerged again. Facing her Pandora smiled and took Helena’s hands placing them on her shoulders. “Aphrodite was born of the sea, of water, and she gives her priestesses some gifts” and with that she moved in closer and dipped her head under the water. Moments later Helena felt lips on her breast.

  With no one to concentrate on she closed her eyes and enjoyed the unusual touch. Lips moved all over her breast slowly covering it with little kisses. Slowly, almost achingly, she felt her nipple being drawn between teeth, not pinching but grazing and then the touch was gone on one breast and appearing on the other. Hands stayed on her hips, never moving, the only feelings that mattered where from lips and teeth. For what seemed an age her breasts and nipples were played and toyed with when suddenly it stopped and those teasing lips moved their way between her breasts and down, over her young taut stomach.

  Now insistent hands pulled her legs apart and Helena felt her herself falling backwards. Arms reached round and pulled her back up, staying on her buttocks, pulling her slightly forwards. Her hands moved to the head of her lover to help her keep her balance. She hadn’t realised she was holding her breath until she felt her lover start licking at her. A startled exhalation followed as she felt lips and tongue explore her, licking up and down slowly. Hands on her buttocks pulled her forward more insistently and she had to grasp her lovers head more roughly for which she was rewarded, a hand moving downwards and then up again, separating folds of flesh, finger questing and then a feeling of being filled.

  Time lost all meaning as she became all feeling. Finger moving slowly in a lewd rhythm whilst lips and tongue eating her. Her breath came in gasps; it felt like electricity running all over her body and her hands gripped hold of her friends head, grinding herself urgently against her mouth, desperate for the release she knew was close. Suddenly she gasped as she was overcome with pleasure her womanhood grasping and holding the finger deep within her, hands keeping the mouth on her, enjoying the shudders that came and went in time with her racing heart.

  Letting go she felt Pandora move downwards and around her legs. Then suddenly hands were on her buttocks and a tongue was moving up between them bringing a final surprised grasp

  then it was gone, instead following her spine upwards and as her lovers head broke the water, she felt hands move up to capture her breasts and pull her close. A mouth kissed her neck, “I like how you taste” was whispered in her ear “and I want more, but for now, we had better finish getting you nice and clean for the goddess”.

  Helena’s mind whirled. Now that her need, her desires had been sated she couldn’t quite believe what she had just done and had done to her. A bright red flush crept over her face and merged with the one on her chest, one came from embarrassment and the other from pure pleasure, but they both looked the same. “I don’t know why I did that” she stammered, “I don’t know what came over me. What’s happening to me?”

  Pandora paused in her washing and looked at her. “You’re in the temple of the goddess of love. Do not sully the pleasure we just exchanged with embarrassment. You offered and I accepted, there is no blame, no need to justify or explain your actions. Besides, if I did not wish it to happen, I could have turned you away”. Pandora bent her head and kissed Helena’s shoulder, “As to what is happening to you, nothing abnormal, just desire and passion and perhaps more importantly, need”.

  The priestess went back to washing her charge. It took just a minute and she was done. Holding out her arm she grasped Helena hand in her own and pulled her towards the edge of the bath. “I guess you must be hungry with all that energy you expanded. Come let us eat before we sanctify you for the goddess.” Sitting on the edge of the bath, Pandora clapped her hands and the two serving girls that Helena had seen earlier came in carrying platters of fruit, fish and bread, many of which she hadn’t seen before. Placing them by the side of the two women they left as silently as they had come.

  Pandora patted the side of the bath where she sat. “Come, sit beside me and we will eat”. Helena moved to where she had patted. Now she was out of the water and her mind was not on other things she could feel her skin in the warm moist air, as if her mind was becoming more attuned to what her body was telling her. She looked over the platters of food and gave a little laugh of embarrassment. “I have no idea what to eat as I do not recognise most of what is on here”. She looked downwards, “you must think me very stupid”.

  The priestess laughed, “We are all stupid compared to the goddess. Let me choose for you” and with that she leaned back and choose a small bright red fruit. “These are brought by traders from Iberia and are called strawberries”. With that she held the strawberry by the small green shoot and placed it against Helena’s lips. She opened her mouth and took a bite, Pandora taking what was left over and popping it in her own mouth. The taste surprised her, a mixture of sweetness with a slight sharp note at the end and she was surprised at just how hungry she felt. She reached over to pluck another one from the platter and was just about to pop it in her mouth whole when Pandora grabbed her hand. Helena looked at her, confused, and then Pandora bent over and took a bite first, mimicking the first strawberry they had shared. Then she let go and Helena took the rest of the fruit, enjoying it as much as the first one.

  “This” Pandora said as she held up another fruit “is a cherry, another far off fruit” with which she bit into it, leaving half and showing Helena the pip in the middle. “Be careful of

  these, they can easily lodge in a throat if you are not careful”. Pulling the pip out she took what was left and, holding it by the stalk, gently wiped it across the lips of her charge. The sensation tickled her and she used her tongue to wipe up the luscious fruit juice before grabbing the hand that held it and placing the cherry in her mouth. Immediately the taste enveloped her, a deeper, darker taste then the strawberry and after she had swallowed it lasted in her mouth and she sat savouring it.

  “I think we had better leave the fruit for afterwards” Pandora said, and they feasted instead on the bread and fish that was layered on the second platter. The small pieces of fruit she had eaten had given Helena an appetite and she helped herself to the more obvious fish she knew, heaped on good fresh bread and butter. Not too much, for she did not wish to appear greedy. However she need not have worried. For when she was finished Pandora held up a shellfish, open and glistening. “This is an oyster. Some say that our goddess was born in an oyster shell. Others still say that the flames of desire are fanned by these small creatures. ” With that she tipped back her head and opening her mouth, slid the shellfish into it and then swallowed. Looking down again she held out her other hand to Helena, “want to try?” she said with a quiet challenge in her voice.

  Helena took the shellfish and looked at it uncertainly. Then quickly, without thinking, she did what she had seen the priestess do. Tipping her head back she upended the wet shellfish and let it slide to the back of her throat. The scent and taste of the sea filled her mouth, salty brine with a note of something clean and she thought for a moment she could her seagulls. Quickly swallowing she looked back at Pandora and gave her the shell back. Laughing Pandora picked up the fruit platter and offered it to Helena “well done my sweet, here is your prize”. Emboldened, Helena reached forward and grabbed Pandora’s head, swooping in for a kiss. Then she looked down at the fruit platter.

  Spying a deep red slice, with a green rind she picked it up. “I haven’t seen this before either, is it like the red strawberry and cherry?” Pandora shook her head, “no this is called a watermelon. It is much more refreshing, perhaps the best way to end this meal. Take a bite”. Helena did and perfumed flesh filled her mouth, juice running out and overflowin
g steadily creeping down over her chin and neck and following the furrow between her breasts. She was so consumed on the fruit flesh, the overpowering perfumed scent that filled her throat that she was more than surprised when she felt a wet tongue between her breasts which slowly moved upwards, licking every spilled drop of watermelon juice. When it got to her mouth she received a quick kiss and then the sensation was gone.

  Pandora stood up, “Come. It’s time we sanctified you for your meeting with the goddess”. Helena got up “I’m ready” she said her voice barely quivering. Pandora bent to retrieve the two jugs that the serving girls had placed earlier. “Follow me” she said and with that she moved away. Following her she moved through the doorway where Pandora had gone to start the water flowing and Helena saw a wooden table covered by a cloth. To one side steam came from another small pool keeping the room warm and humid. Pandora nodded to the pool, “we are

  fortunate here to have been built on top of a hot spring. Through a little ingenuity we can have warm water all year round. Now lay on the table facing downwards”.

  Helena did what she was asked. Laying down, resting her head on her arms she looked around the room as best she could. Fresco’s covered the walls much like the bath room; however here the pictures seemed to be of woman only, sometimes by themselves, sometimes one on one or two on one. Sometimes only a single appendage could be seen through a cluster of female bodies. The floor had changed from a light blue to a sea green. Helena imagined there must be a room where only men ruled the walls before she heard a splashing sound that brought her back to herself. Then she felt hands on her feet, oily and slippery, slowly massaging them, covering them in some sort of oil. Again the scent of sea and apple filled her nose and she began to feel relaxed.

  Slowly, surely the hands that were caressing and massaging her crept up her body. Occasionally she would hear more splashes as more oil was placed on hands and then that fresh scent that Helena was beginning to identify with Aphrodite herself would assail her nose sending her deeper into herself. She was almost in a trance when she felt something new, something wetter and infinitely warmer tracing the back of her thighs and moving upwards. A small sigh escaped her lips which made the tracing wetness bolder. Hands still slippery with oil gripped her buttock lightly and pulled them slowly apart and she felt air whisper over her most shameful of orifices. A voice whispered “remember you can say no to this pleasure” into the maelstrom of what she was feeling and then she felt a probing wetness between her buttocks.

  The feeling was not entirely disagreeable and the contradiction between the pleasure she was feeling and the knowledge that it was wrong only made that feeling greater. Helena whimpered softly which brought a small “hmmm” from the mouth now working at her most secret of orifices. She could feel herself getting damper and whispered “please” in an effort to convey her need. The scent of her filled the room and she raised her hips slightly bringing her folds into easier access for the priestess tormenting her. Her whimpers turned to moans when she felt a hand slide underneath her raised hips, questing fingers making themselves slippery with her juices as they massaged her cleft.

  She tried to raise herself on her arms, wanting to turn and give as much pleasure as she was receiving but she was stopped by another hand on her neck, pressing her back down. Just as she had taken control in the pool it seemed now she was at the mercy of Pandora and she wasn’t entirely sure she could stop her even if she wanted to. The feeling between her legs stopped and she sensed more than felt the priestess moving upwards. A voice whispered in her ear, breathy and dangerous, “I want you to hold your buttocks apart my love” and she eagerly and wordlessly agreed, her hands moving down and doing what they were asked. Pandora moved downwards and resumed her ministrations. One hand massaged her wetness and occasionally stopped, only to push not one but two fingers into her whilst the other placed on her back, the merest pressure telling her she could not move. These were inconsequential though to the feeling of her now fully exposed secret orifice being tongued.

  The feelings were becoming so intense that when she looked at the walls she thought the frescos were moving. Images of love, sex and pleasure filled her eyes and she couldn’t take it anymore. Closing her eyes she fell into herself and accepted not only pleasure being given but also her response to it. Raising her hips further, almost desperately, to allow easier access for the tongue of her priestess lover, her hands spreading her buttocks more now eager for her body to be explored more completely and intimately. Moans no longer stifled by shameful lips instead were being given full release with nearly each breath. She was so close, she felt it coming and this time her begging “please” was met with a probing tongue pushing itself inside her, every orifice now open to her lover, willing her to do whatever she wanted. Rotating her hips, pushing her buttocks against her lovers face she felt that tongue enter and dip and twirl inside her shameful orifice. It was too much and she felt herself rushing over that edge, screaming out Pandora’s name. Gasping with joy she collapsed onto the table and felt rather than sensed Pandora coming round to face her. She raised her head groggily to see Pandora licking her fingers that had been inside her, sticky with fluid. Then she bent down and kissed her, tongue snaking into her mouth, a curious musty taste on it that she hadn’t encountered before but that was not displeasing.

  Dropping her head from the kiss, she lay in a state that until now she had never felt before. Her body felt like it was singing whilst her mind was clear and still, no longer fighting against her desires but accepting of them. She stayed like this for several seconds before she was disturbed by drops of liquid falling on her back followed by hands now familiar to her. Strong fingers massaged the oil into her, slowly, almost languidly as before and Helena, her nerve endings singing with fire, skin slick with oil, wished she could stay in this state forever.

  Time seemed to drop away and as she had the oil massaged into her she once again found herself staring at the walls. Countless images of love struck her every way she turned her head burning their way into her brain and she was struck at how they seemed to convey the giving of pleasure. There was never any indication of taking, of force or of anything but joy. This was what she wanted from life, not the drudgery of marriage to someone she didn’t know and wanted even less. A tap on her shoulder invaded her reverie as Pandora’s voice commanded “turn onto your back” and she gladly did as asked.

  Now she could see the ceiling of the temple she saw that the walls were not the only things covered with images. The ceiling was covered with images of love also, this time though, of beings and positions she could never have imagined and certainly never had seen before. Appendages of frightening length and girth as well as animals featured in one scene whilst another had a group of obvious female characters attacking a male. She looked up to see the priestess picking up the second jug of oil and asked, “What are the images on the ceiling of?”

  Pandora looked up. “Those are the gods in their various forms with their servants. Zeus, Hades, the bacchii, nymphs. All but Artemis the virgin huntress are on this and other ceilings. This is a temple to love and joy after all and even the gods need that occasionally”. She walked round to Helena head and poured oil into her hands. “Now raise your arms for me”. Helena did as she was asked, raised her arms straight up and saw that her small breasts pulled up tight.

  Images fired off in her brain and she did her best to ignore them as Pandora massaged her arms with those slow strokes that pushed the sea scented oil into every pore she had.

  Working her way down to her shoulders she then moved up to the face and neck, gently massaging the oil in. As she worked she looked down, staring into Helena eyes in an intimacy that Helena had never shared with anyone before. Soft brown eyes stared into her sea blue ones and she felt closer to this woman than to any other person she had ever met, including her family. Fingers moved the oil around her throat and cheeks, and she wished she could move, to lift up and kiss that face and those fingers that brought su
ch joy to her. Gently, lovingly Pandora massaged the oil into her forehead and Helena mind swam in visions of love and joy.

  Dipping to pour more oil into her hands, the link broke between the two women and Helena was annoyed. She wanted more and when Pandora appeared again in her vision mouth upside down and just above hers as she bent down slowly to start massaging the oil into her breasts Helena leaned up and gently kissed her on the mouth. No urgency, no need, just absolute joy in that touch between lips, as Pandora’s hands covered her breasts, gently massaging them and bringing them to fullness Helena nibbled on the priestesses lips intent on exploring them and her more fully. Her body was still singing from what she had received earlier but now she wanted to give more, do more. Now was the time for her lover to feel joy.

  Gently she stroked Pandora’s lips with her tongue wetting and tickling them with a promise for more. Her own body was all but forgotten as she concentrated everything she had on the face that was only just above hers. She coaxed those lips to open with tender little nibbles and kisses and when they opened, just a fraction, her arm came up and around Pandora’s head stroking the long hair as it fell over both of them, tasting the inside of her mouth as she worked. A small sigh escaped Pandora’s lips and Helena was thrilled at the discovery that she was able to give as much pleasure as she received.