A dream of Greece

The sweltering summer heat didn't sleep with the rest of the city, it instead lingered like a smothering blanket. Those with air conditioning could beat the heat, they could hide in their fortresses of cool air. Heather had no such fortress. Their AC had broken down a few days earlier and repairs wouldn't be done any time soon, not with the heat wave keeping the cities repair men busy around the clock.

One teenager had her own ways of keeping cool.

Heather spent her day alternating between laying naked on the balcony and laying naked on the couch, always with a wet towel across her chest. She also took cold showers and drank plenty of water. There was even an order of ice cream the teen didn't bother dressing herself to receive. When the sun set, when the world grew dark and her eyelids heavy, she retired to the apartments single bedroom. There was no need for pajamas, a blanket or even a sheet. The eighteen year old athlete simply lay nude and tried her best to sleep.

Her father arrived shortly thereafter. After a long day of work he looked forward to seeing his daughter and getting some rest. The apartment was dark, quiet, peaceful. He crept inside, trying his best to not disturb her slumber. Clothes came off and muscles stretched as he readied himself for bed. But the man paused at a sight on the mattress. His daughter lay on her belly, arms wrapped around her pillow, legs spread slightly apart. In the darkness of the room he could only just make out her back door, the ass he had broken in and made good use of. The sight stirred him, it brought blood to his loins and depraved thoughts to his mind.

The man crawled onto his bed, careful not to disturb the barely legal teen sleeping so peacefully in the buff. He passed her feet, slinked up her toned legs and stopped at the firm, perky cheeks she had forged through years of running and jumping. With a cheek in each hand he spread her out and dove in, burying his face in his daughters ass. Heather shifted but didn't wake as her father lapped hungrily at her back door. There was kissing, sucking and a penetrating tongue, but still she slept, moaning softly in the darkness. Between her fathers slobbering work and her divine blessings her asshole had relaxed and been very thoroughly lubricated.

Dean pulled back to admire the sight, the slickened hole that parted so delicately from his work. His member was swollen, almost painfully so. Nine inches of thick meat that hadn't recieved any attention, heavy balls that hadn't been drained. Work was keeping him from his daughter. He couldn't wait any longer.

"You can pound my asshole any time you want Daddy..." The words echoed in his memory, the promise she made him. "...just ram it in and fuck me, I don't care where we are or who's watching."

The man lay his thick meat across Heathers ass and took a moment to admire her physique. She really was in marvelous shape, a pint sized powerhouse of explosive power. A runner and jumper, hurdler and pole vaulter. A daddy's girl. A butt slut. An anal whore. He pressed the tip of his cock against his daughters back door. Slowly, easily, he slid inside. Her ass was accommodating, having grown very familiar with the particular phallus that was working it's way deep inside. She stirred, but did not wake.

He started slow. Pulling back and pushing in, stirring her guts with his tool. His girth stretched her out, opened her ass, made it easier to thrust faster, harder. Out until the rim of her ass was just below the head of his cock, in until he could feel the heat and moisture of her virgin pussy against his sack. Faster, harder. In the dark there was a slapping of thigh on ass, balls on pussy. The bed frame rocked. The man grunted. The teen panted.

Heather remained in her deep sleep despite her anal invader. A long and hot day had left her exhausted to the point that not even a rough fuck from her father could wake her. She was comfortable around him, comfortable to the point where her sleep had grown more restful with his cock ramming her ass. She moaned in her sleep, mumbled words Dean couldn't make out. But the tone was clear, she was happy. He was happy too. There was the emotional happiness that came from having a loving daughter, a person he could connect with and confide in. A person he could come home to and take care of. There was also the physical happiness that came with having free access to a warm, wet hole he could drain his balls in.

Balls that tightened, that **** some of their milky gift up a shaft and into a teenagers guts. Dean came a little, with a few more thrusts he knew he was going to explode. He stopped and got a better look at his little girl. Her head was turned to the side, cheek against her pillow, a soft smile on her lips. She was pretty. She had always been pretty in spite of her insecurities surrounding her appearance. In his carnal, debauched lust Dean thought of a way to make his daughter prettier.

"Heather..." The man whispered.

He pulled his cock from her stretched asshole and got off the bed. Standing next to her, he brushed her hair to the side, put his cock in her face and pumped his shaft. He was already riding the edge and in only a few strokes the man had blasted a thick glob of cum across her lips. He didn't slow down, he couldn't slow down. The loving father leaned over his sleeping daughter and jacked off with whatever energy he could muster. When her soft lips were coated in white he adjusted his aim to her eyes and forehead, then to her cheek. When her face had been glazed in spunk, when she was properly covered in a pearly white mess, he pulled back and blasted his last few ropes across her hair. Balls that were blue with three days of build up, of pent up frustration, released across her pretty face.

She had never been prettier.

Earlier

Marble columns and old frescoes blurred past the nimble runner. She skipped up a pile of rubble, swung on an ivy vine and dashed along the top of a stone wall. The ruins around her were her playground, her training area, her home.

An olive laurel capped her head and leather sandals her feet. Between the two was a white tunic bound by a broad leather belt. Fabric so thin the sun could shine through it, so light a breeze could lift it, so short it could only cover her bum when she stood still.

She almost never stood still.

"Still training for the Olympics?"

A mirthful voice carried on the wind with the sound of flutes. It was a known voice, a friendly voice. Heather stopped atop a tall pillar at the edge of the temple and rested her hands on her hips. She called out in response.

"I am. And I bet I can beat even the wind in a footrace."

The wind blustered in response, billowing up the bottom of her tunic in defiance of her challenge. She didn't mind.

"Do they let girls compete?"

"Let? I don't need anyone to let me do anything. I'm a godling, if I want to compete then I will."

"They compete in the nude you know..."

She smirked, a gesture that somehow found its way across the sky.

"You think that bothers me? I'm naked right now."

Laughter danced around her.

"No you're not. I can see under your tunic, certainly, but you aren't nude."

Heather's gaze snapped down to the ruins, hills and trees below her temple home. There, hidden among the leaves of a shrub, were a pair of eyes.

"You know, I've needed some wrestling practice..."

The wind and flutes carried notes of joy, of anticipation.

"I could always help you wrestle. We could strip down, grab the oil and-"

"...arm locks, specifically. If you're going to peep on my training you'd might as well help."

The eyes went wide in one moment and vanished the next. Heather dropped from the pillar and launched in pursuit. True to her word; she blasted down the hill and through the trees at a pace that made the wind reconsider its previous bluster.

"Come on out you peeping goat!"

She zipped to and fro in search of her jovial companion. He scampered and hid, but no matter where he went the sound of flutes would follow. The godling knew she needed only to find the source of the music.

"I'm not really a good partner for wrestling!"

The voice came from behind her.

"Really! I'm not! I'll cry and squirm and you won't get any better!"

This time from the side.

Heather realized what was going on. The wind, jealous of her light footedness, was carrying her friends voice to places he wasn't. She stopped. She calmed. She closed her eyes and listened.

"Giving up? Ha! I'll be happy to brag to all the does that I outran a godling!"

The jeers and flutes came from ahead, but Heather had heard the wind carry through the trees. Leaves rustled all around her, pushed to her companions supposed location, all originating from somewhere behind. She turned on her heel and dashed into a thicket. There, hidden among woven brambles and twisted vines, was Pan. With a burst of power she lunged forward

"I've got you now you goat fu-" Heather stopped dead in the air. "What?"

She struggled to move her arms or legs. The vines had wrapped around her, bound her, kept her suspended in the air. Pan pranced forward, a flute dangling from a cord about his neck, his ears flapping with joy.

"It seems you've gotten yourself a bit tangled young godling. Such a shame."

"Let me guess, you promised these vines a chance to fuck me if they helped you."

"What? No, never!" A wide grin spread across Pans face. "They just get to watch."

Furry legs and cloven feet carried the satyr around the thicket wall. He approached Heather from behind, staring hungrily at her exposed loins. A finger made it's way up from her pussy and across her ass.

"My father will annihilate you if you deflower me, mark my words."

"Of that I have no doubt."

"Then you'd might as well let me go, there's nothing you can do."

"Oh really?"

There came a tongue, long and broad, across her exposed ass. It lapped at her back door, slobbering, drooling. Pan took her firm cheeks in his hands and buried his face between them.

"You- ah- you dirty little goat."

Pan switched to kissing and suckling Heathers puckered rear, then to penetrating. She gasped in surprise when his tongue **** it's way into her. She cooed in delight when it started gyrating inside. She moaned like a whore when he found all the right spots to push and prod.

"Oh y-you little sh-mmm, fuck that's good."

There came the distant sound of footsteps.

"K-keep going, ah, just like that. Keep tongue fu- fu- fuck! Oh fuck my ass!"

Pan pulled his face from her rear end, so excited by the situation he couldn't hear the brush parting behind him.

"Fuck your ass? Sodomize a godling? Oh, but of course, if you insist."

Pan stroked himself as the vines lowered her to a more fuckable position, but before he could do the deed they dropped her entirely and receded into more natural positions. Pan started to protest, but a huff from behind silenced his concerns. Both satyr and godling turn to look back, turned to see the towering figure that had snuck up upon them. Tall, broad, muscular. Its legs were not unlike Pans, furred and cloven as they were. But it's head was different, it was that of a bulls.

"Oh! Uh, mi- min- minotaur. I didn't hear you-"

The newcomer gripped Pan by one horn and tossed him into the sky. The sound of flutes faded over the trees and vanished in a distant splash.

The godling, still prone after having been freed of her ivy shackles, considered running. But it was the minotaur; a creature that could not be lost, that would always find it's way. She could run to the ends of the earth and it would eventually find her, find what it wanted. Heather could feel its gaze upon her rump, she knew what it wanted. It took a step forward, its massive cock dangling between its legs, steadily growing stiff, rising to the occasion. She knew what she wanted too.

"Oh no!" The godling came up to her knees, head low, and wiggled her rear. "I've fallen and a beast has come upon me. Oh, whatever shall I do?"

The minotaur knelt behind her and slapped its thick, musky tool across her backside. The monstrous piece of meat reached up to the small of her back.

"Oh no! The beast has such a small, pitiful cock! Could I even feel such a thing inside me?"

The minotaur huffed and took her hips in its hands. It placed the head of its fuck stick against her puckered hole, covering it, smothering it. The creatures shaft was so thick no mortal woman could hope to take it. But Heather was no mortal, she was the daughter of a god and she had trained her ass well.

There first came pressure against her anus, a slow push against her that steadily widened her relaxed hole. Then, in the moment she was just wide and wet enough to take him, he burst inside. Inch by inch the massive shaft slid into the godlings backside. It brought with it a feeling of fullness and a wave of pleasure. The effect was immediate; a full body orgasm rocked the godling as she was filled with cock. Heathers eyes rolled back, she panted like a bitch in heat, her delicate pussy gushed at the sensation and soaked the minotaurs balls. When it had bottomed out in her ass, when its dripping testicles pressed against her hot cunt, it got to work.

The monster lifted the godling as it stood. Large hands and the thick shaft impaling her ass held her high off the ground. It didn't thrust into her, there was no need. The minotaur instead lifted her up and brought her back down. Faster and faster. Heather slid up and down the monsters cock. She had no input, no participation in the act. The godling could do nothing but groan and moan as the beast used her like a toy. She came again, another gushing orgasm brought on as much from the idea that she was just a warm hole as from the intense fucking.

The godling went limb in the monsters hands. Constant orgasms had taken their toll and brought her low. She resigned herself to her new role as the minotaurs fuck toy, to letting it **** her asshole at its leisure. Her training didn't matter. The games didn't matter. Mortals and gods didn't matter. All that mattered was taking it up the ass. All that mattered was being filled with cock and cum. It was an existence she was happy with.

"Heather..." The beast growled.

The beast came in a sudden gush of spunk that warmed her from the inside. It lifted her from its shaft. The first burst of its cum immediately gushed from her gaping hole, dripping down to pool on the ground. He dropped her to her knees in the puddle.

"Wait, no, y- you haven't finished. I haven't finished. Please, I ah- I need-"

Her mouth was filled with white as the beast began to cum in earnest. It wasn't the cum shot of a mortal man but the cum hosing of a monstrous demigod. Testicles the size of pomegranates pumped hot white spunk with enough **** to splash off the godlings face. The monster stroked itself to maintain its own orgasm, firing its seed in a pulsing stream that left Heather soaked. It matted down her hair, wetted her tunic until it was transparent and pooled on the ground around her. Not a hundred men could have coated her so thoroughly.

"Fuck, I-" The godling fell back, laying in the cum soaked dirt. She spread her legs to display her virgin hole to the monster that had destroyed her ass. "P-please, please! I want you. I need you..."

The minotaur was gone. In its place stood a man with metal for skin and oil for blood. His eyes were stars, his breath was fire. He was the God that made her.

"Please, you need to fuck me... to fuck my pussy..." She played with herself; fingering and rubbing her clit while writhing in a stinking pool of spunk. "I want you to take me. I want you to be my first..."

The god was gone. In its place stood a man with a healthy build and sharp features. His eyes were hazel, his hair dark. He was the man that conceived her.

"Fuck me daddy... fuck my pussy... take me. Make me a woman. I want you in me. I need you in me. You have to be my first..."

The man was gone. The world was gone. The dream was over.