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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW) A party with Dionysus (MF oral anal) By Henrik Larsen
Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 15:10:02 -0500
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2002



Comments are very welcome. The letters from you, the readers, is the only 
reason I keep writing and posting stories. You can reach me by e-mail at 
henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead for editing and proofing.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.




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.






That was all for now. Comments are very welcome. The letters from you, the 
readers, is the only reason I keep writing and posting stories. You can 
reach me  by e-mail at henlar@hotmail.com.


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