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arousal. Helen bent forward, bracing against the marble edge of the bath. Aphrodite reluctantly released the throbbing monster from her mouth and with one powerful thrust, Paris drove into Helens’ soaked cunt.

Helen screamed in pleasure as her walls stretched violently around his monstrous size, the head battering deep inside her. He was so long that even after bottoming out, several inches remained outside.

Aphrodite sat in front of her on the edge of the bath; thighs spread wide and ground her dripping pussy against the queen’s mouth. The three of them moved together in a filthy, erotic frenzy, Paris pounding Helen’s cunt with deep, powerful strokes, the wet sounds of flesh echoing through the baths, while Helen’s mouth was kept busy sucking and licking Aphrodite’s cunt.

They changed positions again and again. Aphrodite rode Paris’s face, smothering him with her immortal pussy while Helen impaled herself reverse-cowgirl on his colossal cock, her juices running down the thick shaft. Then Aphrodite and Helen knelt side-by-side, arses raised, as Paris took turns fucking them both, his heavy balls slapping loudly.

The goddess came first, flooding Paris’s mouth. Helen followed, squirting around his cock in shaking, screaming orgasms that left her limp. Finally, Paris could hold back no longer. He pulled out of Helens’ gapping cunt, roaring as thick, rope after heavy rope of cum erupted from his flaring bell end. He painted both women, long streaks across Helen’s ares and back, then across Aphrodite’s perfect tits and face. The two lovers eagerly licked each other clean, sharing his seed in sloppy, cum-swapping kisses.

Exhausted and glowing, the three collapsed together in the warm water. Aphrodite smiled between them, already plotting how much sweeter the coming war would taste with this delicious sin at its heart. Helen had been filled at last, and Paris had claimed his prize. In the baths of Sparta, consequences no longer mattered, only raw, filthy pleasure.

Menelaus had slipped away from Sparta under the flimsy excuse of a family funeral, but the only rites he intended to perform were far more depraved. For three glorious days, he had sequestered himself in a secluded coastal villa with his latest obsession: a barely legal, smooth-skinned toy boy named Theron. The youth was eighteen, lithe and athletic, with a thick, tireless cock that curved upward like a weapon and balls that never seemed to empty.

From the moment they arrived, Menelaus surrendered completely. He craved being used like a cheap slave, and Theron was more than happy to oblige.

The first night, Theron had Menelaus bent over the marble dining table before they’d even finished the meal. He spat on the king’s hairy, royal arsehole and slammed in raw, burying every thick inch in one brutal thrust. Menelaus howled in pleasure, his hole stretching obscenely around the boy’s girth. Theron fucked him relentlessly, his thighs slapping loudly against the king’s fat arse cheeks, pounding so deep that Menelaus’s belly bulged with every stroke.

“Harder, you little fucker,” Menelaus gasped, pushing back like a bitch in heat. “Ruin my royal arsehole!” Theron obliged, grabbing the king’s hips and jackhammering him without mercy. Cum leaked from Menelaus’s wrecked hole after the first load, but the boy didn’t stop. He simply kept fucking through the mess, churning the seed into a frothy lube. By the end of that first session, Menelaus had taken four loads deep in his shit-hole and could barely stand.

The next two days blurred into a non-stop arse-fucking frenzy.

They fucked in every room of the villa. Theron railed Menelaus against the balcony railing overlooking the sea, the king’s moans echoing across the waves as his hole was stretched and pounded raw. In the bathing chamber, Theron held the older man down in the warm water and fucked him so viciously that Menelaus’s eyes rolled back, his soft, useless cock flopping limply between his legs with every thrust. No matter how hard Theron hammered his prostate, Menelaus’s prick refused to rise. It had been ages since he’d managed even a half-hearted erection. His body had grown so addicted to taking cock up the arse that his own manhood had all but surrendered, shrivelled and soft, leaking only a pathetic dribble of clear fluid when the boy battered his depths.

Theron mocked him for it, laughing as he reached around to tug on the king’s limp dick. “Look at you, mighty Menelaus. Can’t even get hard anymore. All you’re good for is taking my cock like a eager whore.”

Menelaus only moaned louder, shame and lust twisting together as he pushed his arse back for more. Theron flipped him onto his back, hooked the king’s legs over his shoulders, almost folding him in half. He drove in balls-deep, grinding and thrusting with punishing force. The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock reaming the king’s sloppy, cum-filled hole filled the room, schlick-schlick-schlick, as spent seed bubbled out around his shaft.

For hours Theron used him. He came inside Menelaus three more times that afternoon, then made the king squat over his face so he could watch his own loads fart and drip out of the ruined royal arsehole before feeding them back to Menelaus in a messy kiss.

By the final day, Menelaus was a wreck. His once-proud hole was swollen, puffy, and gaped open even when empty. He walked with a permanent waddle, cum constantly leaking down his thighs.

His soft cock remained utterly useless, dangling limp and ignored while Theron relentlessly ploughed him one last time on the villa’s silken sheets, long, deep, punishing strokes that left the king babbling and drooling.

When it was finally time to return to Sparta, Menelaus could barely sit on his horse. His arse throbbed deliciously with every movement, reminding him of the relentless pounding he had taken. His prick hadn’t stirred once the entire trip. He was no longer a man who fucked. He was a hole for younger, stronger cocks.

And as he rode back toward his neglected wife and the waiting Trojan emissary, a filthy little smile played on his lips. He already ached for his next escape.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, had always delighted in meddling with mortal passions, but this evening in the shadowed groves near Troy, she intended to indulge her own. The air was thick with the scent of blooming myrtle and olive blossoms under the moonlight. Paris, the prince whose judgment was about to spark a the war, stood before her and Helen of Troy, his tunic of fine linen barely concealing the extraordinary gift the gods had bestowed upon him.

His cock was legendary even among the immortals, a monstrous length that swayed heavily between his thighs. So long was it that, even at rest, the swollen purple bell end hung visibly below the hem of his tunic, dangling like a ripe fruit just begging to be plucked. It swung with each step he took, thick as a woman's wrist and veined like marble columns.

Helen, the most beautiful mortal woman alive, whose face was going launch a thousand ships, stared with wide eyes and parted lips. She had known Paris intimately before, but tonight; with Aphrodite's divine presence heightening every sensation, it felt new. The goddess herself, clad in little more than a diaphanous veil that clung to her perfect curves, smiled knowingly and pressed close to Helen from behind, her soft breasts brushing against the queen's back.

"Look at him," Aphrodite purred into Helen's ear, her fingers trailing down the mortal woman's waist. "Such a prize I’ve brought for you. Touch it, my sweet."

Helen reached out with trembling hands. Her delicate fingers could barely encircle the immense girth, her thumb and middle finger struggled to meet, the hot, throbbing flesh pulsing against her palm. It was even heavier than she remembered from the previous night, dense and alive with need. She stroked it slowly, feeling it swell under her touch, the bell end flaring as blood rushed in.

Paris groaned, his hands tangling in their hair. Aphrodite laughed softly, a sound like tinkling bells, and she and Helen sank to their knees. Together, the goddess and the queen worshipped his colossal shaft. Helen leaned in first, her full lips stretching wide as she tried to take the massive head into her mouth. Still she could barely manage it, the broad, spongy glans pressed insistently against her lips, forcing her jaw open as far as it would go. Only the very tip slipped inside, filling her mouth completely, salty and slick with precum. She moaned around it, her tongue swirling desperately over what little she could reach, while her hands pumped the endless length that remained outside.

Aphrodite watched with lust-darkened eyes, then joined her. The goddess's divine lips kissed along the underside, licking and sucking the thick vein that ran the length of Paris's cock, while Helen bobbed her head as best she could on the head. Their tongues met around his shaft in wet, sloppy kisses, trading the taste of him. Paris's hips bucked gently, careful not to overwhelm them, but the sheer size made every movement obscene.

"Enough," Aphrodite commanded, rising gracefully. Shedding her veil, revealing her flawless, immortal body, and pulled Helen up with her. The two women embraced, their breasts pressing together, nipples hard as they kissed deeply. Paris watched, stroking his massive erection, the bell end now glistening with their saliva.

Aphrodite turned to Paris, “Fuck me” she ordered, “Fuck me now!”

Paris cupped the cheeks of her arse in the palms of his hands and lifted her up impaling her on his length in one powerful thrust. Aphrodite wrapped her long slender legs round his waste and her arms around his muscular shoulders pulling herself onto him grinding her perfect tits into his chest and rode him expertly until she came in a spine shattering orgasm, fountains of the goddesses nectar flooding out of her down her lovers thighs.

Aphrodite guided Helen onto a bed of soft moss and flowers. She positioned the mortal queen on her back; legs spread invitingly, then straddled her face, lowering her dripping pussy onto Helen's eager mouth. As Helen licked and sucked at the goddess's nectar, Aphrodite beckoned Paris forward.

He knelt between Helen's thighs. The head of his cock nudged against her slick folds, looking impossibly large against her delicate entrance. Slowly, he pushed in. Helen cried out into Aphrodite's cunt as inch after thick inch stretched her open. Even halfway, she felt impossibly full, her walls clenching around the invasion. Aphrodite ground down harder on Helen's tongue, moaning in ecstasy as she watched Paris's enormous length disappear into the queen.

Paris thrust deep and steady, his heavy balls swinging with every plunge, while Aphrodite rode her face and leaned forward to kiss Paris passionately. The goddess's hands roamed, pinching Helen's nipples and stroking the mortal woman's clit to heighten her pleasure.

Helen's body shook with orgasm after orgasm, her muffled screams vibrating through Aphrodite. The goddess came, flooding Helen's mouth with her sweet essence. Finally, Paris roared, pulling out at the last moment. Cum erupted from his bell end, painting Helen's belly and breasts in pearly white, with Aphrodite leaning down to lick it from her skin.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs, the goddess of love smiling between her two devoted lovers. She knew the war outside the walls of Troy would soon rage, but in this grove, only pleasure reigned.

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