Addicted to Aphrodite (Patreon)

Circe usually would’ve stripped for Aphrodite’s arrival, presenting her with nothing more than the creamily fair skin Aphrodite enjoyed so much, but at the moment, she wore only two swaths of gauzy linen, draped about her chest and loins, but doing nothing to hide her more intimate flesh. Indeed, they seemed to highlight her nubile breasts and the exceedingly womanly curve of her hips and buttocks, garnishing the delectable feast her body would make if it were only naked.

When she sensed the signs of Aphrodite’s arrival—the sun shining brighter, the birds singing louder, her own skin feeling warmer and more tender—she ran to answer the door, flinging it open with desperate eagerness for the orgy of femininity she knew Aphrodite was bringing. But it wasn’t just her own perfect self that Aphrodite had brought. The orgy was even more voluptuous than that.

The auburn-haired goddess smiled heatedly at the bounty she’d brought to her lover, her blue eyes taking in Circe’s appearance with both desire and a haughty dismissal of a beauty inferior to her own. She walked in, her willowy legs exposed almost in their entirety by the scant length of fabric belted around her hips. Behind her came a brunette, dark-skinned and sultry, her own eyes wide and appreciative as she admired Circe’s sexuality.

Aphrodite inhaled delicately, and Circe felt as though the goddess was scenting the wet arousal down between her legs. “Such a decadent perfume, Circe. Be careful you don’t use too much. This is Thalia. You don’t know her, but I’m sure you’ll be remembering her vividly from now on.”

Thalia’s scrutiny of Circe was only becoming more intense, her mouth parted and her eyes narrowed, looking for defects and finding none. Circe felt a trace of rivalry for Aphrodite’s affections—the hope that one of them would be her favorite—it told Circe that Thalia was new to Aphrodite’s worship. The love goddess’s only favorite was herself.

“She’s lovely,” Thalia said. “I can only hope she remembers me as well as I remember her.”

Aphrodite laughed and turned to the wine cabinet she knew Circe kept well stocked. “This weather would go down best with some wine. Why don’t I fix us some drinks while you two get acquainted? You have so much to talk about—me, for instance…”

“Why do we have to talk?” Thalia asked, her eyes never leaving Circe’s face. She came closer to Circe, then thrust her hand brazenly underneath the skirt Circe wore.

Circe gasped at the suddenness of the touching, trembling as Thalia’s fingernails clawed over her taut belly with just enough sharpness to leave white lines across her creamy flesh. Excitement hotly spiraled inside of Circe as Thalia’s hand ran lower. She was touching her pussy now, playing with it, and they’d only just laid eyes on each other. And that very boldness made Circe’s clit prickle with need, made her clench on Thalia’s forefinger when it probed into her wet slit.

Aphrodite returned with the drinks, grinning when she saw them. “You didn’t take long to get acquainted. Keep going. You look like you’re onto something.”

Without taking her finger out of Circe’s cunt, Thalia plucked a goblet from Aphrodite’s serving tray and downed a hearty gulp. Circe took her own cup with a shaking hand. She drank more carefully, casting a surreptitious glance at Aphrodite as the goddess undid a catch on her abbreviated clothing, allowing the skirt she wore to fall away like a feather caught by the wind. She had nothing on underneath, not even pubic hair.

“Thalia, don’t leave me underdressed. Show Circe what you have to offer.”

Thalia did as she was told, stripping off the fabric draped over her chest. When she tossed it aside, her full round breasts bounded with the motion. Then she pulled at her skirt, loosening it enough for her to step out of. Circe’s eyes widened in amazement at the sight of her delicate little pussy, the pink moistness contrasting deliciously with the brown flesh that surrounded it. Circe’s mouth watered, especially when she saw Thalia’s clitoris straining from its hood.

Circe tore off her own meager wrappings and laid down on a nearby couch, flat and wide as a boat, spreading her legs to show off her golden-haired sex to Thalia. The dark woman got down on the couch with her and crawled between Circe’s creamy thighs, shouldering the knees even wider apart and then moving down to sniff at Circe’s womanhood.

“Who wants wine when this is far more heady? I’d rather drink from this font any day…”

Circe lifted her hips, almost obscenely thrusting herself up into the coolness of Thalia’s hands, their touch sliding over her naked thighs, curving about her nubile buttocks. She felt Thalia’s hot breath on her trembling lips as her mound came up to kiss Thalia and Thalia dove down to cross the remainder of the distance.

“I’ve never tasted a blonde before,” Thalia muttered. “Do you taste of the gold you look like?”

Her tongue flickered away from her mouth and moistly roved over Circe’s pussy, while her fingers crested the tops of Circe’s thighs and pulled her labia open wider, offering more glossy inner flesh for her tongue to play over. With an eager smile fixed to her face, Aphrodite knelt at the top of the couch, setting her drink down and instead reaching to Circe’s heaving breasts. With Aphrodite’s knowing fingers moving over her chest, Circe felt her pleasure double. She writhed about in irresistible enjoyment.

“Look at them, Thalia. Have you ever seen such responsive nipples in your life? They’re so big… as much fun to suck on as her pussy, even.”

As if herself tempted by that notion, Aphrodite leaned down over Circe, upside-down to her perspective, taking one of Circe’s pale pink nipples into her mouth. The action shoved her own sumptuous breasts into Circe’s face, and as she kissed and sucked all over the hills of Circe’s cleavage, her own elegant curves ran over Circe’s face in suggestive seeking until a throbbing nipple found its way against her lips. Circe opened her mouth and let the engorged nipple pop inside, kissing at Aphrodite’s areola, sucking at the nipple, even her tongue lashed against the tip of Aphrodite’s nipple where it was buried in Circe’s mouth.

Aphrodite purred into Circe’s cleavage. “I see you’re having fun with my nipples too. Let’s see how much you like a little pussy. Here it is, girl—show me what Thalia is teaching you between your own legs.”

She came up as if weightless to kneel on the couch, legs straddling Circe’s head, and she lowered her cunt down to Circe like a bunch of grapes on the vine. Circe’s tongue was practically sucked out of her mouth trying to get to it. She gasped when the taste first greeted her explorations, then snaked her deft tongue into Aphrodite’s opening, her breathing rushed as Aphrodite’s responsive hips wiggled and writhed with every stroke of Circe’s tongue.

Like she was voicing Circe’s own excitement, Thalia moaned and lapped harder with her needy tongue, stroking it from Circe’s throbbing clit almost to her puckered asshole. Circe’s whole pussy grew wet and swollen, a seething boil of need and anticipation, sucking down all the heat that Thalia’s licking tongue offered.

Mounted atop Circe’s face, Aphrodite reached down to finger the blonde’s full nipples.

“MMMMMM, your tongue feels like sweet candy for my pussy! Yes, you’re in there so deep, licking everywhere—making me throb so haaarrddd! Take a deep breath, Circe, and go in all the way! That’s it! Don’t stop! Eeeee! Ohh! Ohh! YESSSSSSSSSS!”

Circe drew the goddess’s seeping honey into her mouth, lips clamped demandingly on her fluttering gates. Aphrodite in turn ground herself into Circe’s face, covering it in her cream. The thundering climax shaking in Aphrodite’s sex, pulsing its way into the bones of Circe’s jaw, seemed to predict Circe’s own as Thalia licked her way back out of Circe’s sex and then ran her tongue in tightening circles around Circe’s asshole.

The throbbing of her own orgasm started deep in Circe’s cunt, almost in her womb, and it grew to fill her entire pussy. Sensation endlessly thrummed into her clitoris, until the feeling was indistinguishable from an explosion, and yet it grew more fiery. Circe pumped her hips hard into Thalia’s face as her passion reached its apex and she burst, an explosion within an explosion.

“YES! THAT’S IT! IT’S HAPPENING TO ME—I’M DOING IT—IT’S EVERYWHERE, I’M COMING SO MUUUUCH!”

Aphrodite barely stayed upright, sagging once the energy of her orgasm had left her, sprawling down with a hand on the couch to hold her up. Her legs stayed twined around Circe’s head as she, too, gasped in satiation. Thalia pulled herself onto the wide couch with them, the oval of her sex now vividly colored by her engorged folds and her stiffened clit.

“Well, now we need a drink,” Aphrodite proclaimed amusedly. “Thalia, I think it’s your turn. Present yourself and let’s see what we can do. You may come last, but you won’t come least.”

Thalia knelt obediently on the foot of the couch, her legs open with, her hips thrust forward to whatever her two lovers chose to give her. Circe finished her goblet of wine with greedy relish, savoring the cool languor of its taste after the tangy saltiness she’d found between Aphrodite’s legs. Once she’d cleansed her palate, then she’d enjoy Thalia’s own unique flavor as diligently as it deserved.

“Let’s both give it to her,” Aphrodite laughed, in love with the outrageousness of the idea. Now coming up to stand beside the couch, she gave Thalia a slap on the back that sent her crawling up Circe’s body, to straddle her face as Aphrodite had, but facing the opposite way. Aphrodite came in behind her, lowering herself to Circe’s splayed body as if to embrace her, but her eyes were on Thalia’s ample buttocks where they covered Circe’s face.

Circe reached around Thalia to spread her full asscheeks for her, while Aphrodite snaked herself rewardingly over Circe’s body, reaching Thalia’s open ass and drawing her tongue through the cleft between buttocks. Thalia shivered, groaning, her enjoyment growing even more as she pressed her cunt down to Circe’s waiting mouth…

“Mmmmm… I love how you taste… so sweet… aaauuummmm…”

Circe buried her lips against Thalia’s, easily finding Thalia’s huge clit, like a pulsing beacon, with her tongue. She licked at it, stroking along its hood in the tight circle of her lips, sucked on the bud, and then crushed it down with her tongue as though to test how resiliently it sprang back up.

“OOOOHHH!” Thalia cried out. “Mmmmmm, it’s yours to play with as much as you want, honey. Just keep kissing it like that—kiss, kiss, kiss! I love it!”

She writhed more over Circe’s mouth as her pussy throbbed in earnest, the smooth folds of her cunt seeming to undulate with her wetly growing arousal, anointing Circe’s face with glistening slickness.

Behind Thalia, Aphrodite worked hard on the girl’s succulent ass, pressing her face deep into her tempting curves, yielding entirely to the succor they offered. Her only thought was for the puckered sphincter of Thalia’s asshole. She had to find it. She pushed her face further between Thalia’s buttocks, thick and girthy enough that they seemed heatedly clenched around her, until she found the tightened grommet.

She pushed the tip of her tongue into it, and even though the delighted sighs of Thalia’s enjoyment of Circe, it was still obvious the sound Thalia made in appreciation of being sodomized. The dark woman pushed her hips back, pressing them onto Aphrodite’s probing tongue in her desperation for more. Her cheeks spread wide, stretching to fully reveal the pink slit that had so enticed Circe’s tongue.

“GHH! YES! Both of you at once!” Thalia gasped, tossing her long raven hair in all directions. “You’re both getting me off! Getting me off together! Don’t stop! I want more! I want to keep feeling this until I die! Now… now… NOW! OOOOOOOOOO! I’m coming so GOOOOOOD!”

Thalia lost control of herself, to the point where it was hard to tell if she was fleeing the intensity of what she was feeling or simply trying and failing to get more of it. She tumbled to the floor, taking Aphrodite and Circe with her, their three delicious bodies sprawling together in a perfect picture of satisfaction. Circe turned her head weakly to the breeze fluttering in from a window, letting it cool her flushed face.

Aphrodite drew her close and purred contentedly to feel how warm her sweaty skin was burning. “Now we all know each other very well. And I think we all like each other.”

Circe rolled onto her back and groped around with her hand until she gripped a wine goblet again. She held its cold metal against her face. As control returned, she felt a sense of unreality. The sound of Aphrodite’s voice, as she praised Thalia for coming so hard, seemed very loud at first, but then it was faint and far away. Her eyes drifted to the sight of Aphrodite. In the gathering dusk, her vision seemed to play tricks on her.

Circe turned her head more fully, focusing on Aphrodite. Some soreness in her seemed to go away. The powerful glare of the moonbeams from outside struck the goddess, forming a cloud of light around her head. Yes, yes, it hurt not to look at her, but looking at her soothed Circe—she just wanted to keep looking at Aphrodite, ferreting out more of the infinite facets of her perfect beauty.

Circe squeezed her eyes shut and flopped down on her back. The more she had Aphrodite, the more she wanted. But she could never not want Aphrodite, so she would just have to serve her as perfectly as she could. That way, Aphrodite would keep giving Circe the delicious pleasure of her company. Because that was worth anything, even the nothingness she felt on the rare occasions Aphrodite went away.