Chloe's Story

April in Attica just may be the time and place that most closely approaches perfection. The winds of February and the rains of March give way to clear skies and the seduction of the olive fields. All is lush and growing, as the Earth Mother Gaea decrees, and her daughter Chloe walks the land, touching each plant with green, for Green is the gift of the young goddess. Chloe laughs as she touches each bud, and her laughter is heard on the gentle breeze. She giggles in pleasure as she gently pinches her own pink nipples through her diaphanous green shift. The yellow-brown grass of Winter turns green under her feet as she walks the land. She carries a magic wand of pussy willow, and occasionally she lifts her transparent skirt to brush the soft nubs against her thighs, and elsewhere. It is a season for pleasure, and Chloe delights in both the giving and the receiving.

Strains of an unknown music float to Chloe's ears on the Spring breeze. It is a sad music, which seems to call out "I am here. I am alone. I am lonely. Come to me." How could anyone be lonely, with the trees and the flowers and the birds for company? Chloe has to find out. She follows the sound of the music, high up on a rocky hill, and there beholds a slim maiden with lustrous eyes and even shinier long brown hair. The maiden's ruby lips are dancing back and forth across the tops of a set of Pan-pipes, which in Attica are called a syrinx. Chloe gazes at those lips, as they draw the mournful tune from her instrument. They are the most luscious lips Chloe has ever seen, and the way they seem to kiss the syrinx reminds Chloe of the touch of a gentle lover.

Chloe sits down on a nearby stone, and once again lifts her skirt to brush the downy buds of her pussy-willow wand between her parted thighs. Not taking her eyes from the musician's lips, she begins to imagine how that mouth would feel against hers. With the fingers of one hand she parts her own pussy lips, to allow the slim wand to brush over her clitoris. She moans in pleasure, and the moan seems to blend in tune with the music of the pipes. Chloe lets the rhythm of the syrinx guide her own self-pleasuring, sometimes slowing into languid indulgence, and sometimes racing ahead toward a climax. She turns her pussy-wand and slides the plump base into her vagina, then begins to pump it in and out with joyous abandon as the sound of the pipes dances around her in the soft spring air. Suddenly she is drowning in delicious orgasm, and must cry out her ecstasy for all the hills around to hear.

Startled by the sound, Daphne abruptly ceases to play. She looks around and sees a woman only a little older than she, clad in green gossamer, yet with her skirt raised, and a shaft of pussy willow sticking lewdly out of her cunt. Daphne stares at her nether-lips, as avidly as Chloe has been regarding her mouth upon the pipes. For a moment that hangs suspended in time, each stares at the other's lips, then their eyes meet, and both rise to approach each other. The voluptuous Chloe easily sheds her thin dress as she moves, and lays her wand aside. Her hands cup her ample breasts, holding them in offering to the musician who has seduced her.

Daphne stares at the lush figure who has cum in response to her musical call. She reaches out, and accepts the offered breasts, caressing the hard nipples, then bending to suck them between her teeth. Moaning in pleasure, Chloe reaches down to take Daphne's white linen tunic. Contact between mouth and breast is momentarily broken as the garment is lifted over Daphne's head, but the intimacy is quickly restored. Daphne's hands glide down to the waist of the green goddess, then reach further to caress her firm buttocks. At Chloe's urging, the young girl's lips reluctantly leave her ripe nipples, and begin to wend their way up Chloe's neck, to breath softly in her ear. Chloe shudders in delight as her earlobe is taken between those perfect lips, and then a tongue begins to explore the swirls within. She feels the tongue not only within her ear, but also between her thighs, igniting new passion.

Impatient, Chloe must taste these lips with her own. She turns her head, and her mouth meets Daphne's. The lips are soft and rich, and part readily against her own. Tentatively, at first, the two girls touch tongues. One slides slowly and seductively along the other, as if indulging in a moment of remembered felatio. The second tongue stiffens like an excited little cock, and twitches and dances in excitement. Then the two entwine, sliding lewdly around each other, sucking and being sucked into the other's mouth.

Daphne's small breasts press against Chloe's more ample ones, as their bellies meet. Her slim hips move against Chloe's fuller ones. Body slides against body, as tongue slides against tongue. Slowly the two women sink to the soft earth, still locked in each other's embrace. Finally breaking the kiss; Chloe, the aggressor, gently eases Daphne onto her back. Daphne closes her eyes and parts her slim thighs in total surrender. She cries out as Chloe's lips close on her firm tits, nibbling and nipping at her nipples. Daphne has never felt such gentle, yet insistent, sexuality before. Her nipples ache as they swell until they feel they might burst. Chloe's hand comes to rest on the sparse fur of Daphne's vulva, her fingertips probing and teasing their way between the damp folds. Behind her closed eyes all Daphne can see is the erotic vision of Chloe's open cunt spilling its nectar down the shaft of that pussy-willow wand. She raises her hips to meet Chloe's exploring fingers, and is rewarded by the feeling of them slipping into her vagina. "Yes!" she breathes, "Yes!" as those fingers begin to slide in and out of her cunt.

Chloe's tongue begins to leave a damp trail down the taut belly of her new lover. Daphne gasps as it finds her clitoris and starts to make slow swirls around her nub of pleasure. Two fingers of each of Chloe's hands penetrate Daphne's love tunnel, and hold it open for her experienced tongue to dip into the nectar within. Daphne's cunt is transformed into a wellspring of lust, as the lusty juices of youth rise to her opening and are spent on Chloe's questing tongue, and overflow down her perineum, to drip from her anus to the waiting Earth below. The Earth Mother smiles at Chloe and her lovely nymph, for all acts of love and pleasure are her rites.

Daphne is rewarded, as the lush lips of Chloe's sex are brought to hover over her longing lips. Having no experience in sucking pussy, Daphne must employ vigor in place of skill, so she grips the hips of the Green goddess and raises her head to mash her face into the fertile cleft above her. Her tongue slurps at the inner folds of the mystery above her, until it penetrates between them to discover the entrance she seeks. Without hesitation, Daphne licks upward into the darkness.

Chloe's cunt responds to the hot, wet assault with a flow of rich white cream that flows over her lover's eager face. Mouth, chin, nose and cheeks; all are soon covered in the spending of Chloe's passion. The two young women each erupt in delicious orgasm. They grip each other's asses, and begin to roll down the hillside, locked in their sixty-nine position of mutual sharing. Neither will release the other's hips lest the glorious juices of the other's sex be taken from her eager mouth, but as they shriek in their joy, they both begin to laugh, and too soon they are separated as their downhill progress causes them to bounce apart. They lie in the afternoon sun, giggling and licking the other's nectar from their mouths, until they are drawn together again to taste themselves on a lover's lips.

Apollo, Lord of the Sun, slows His golden chariot to better observe the lustful scene below. Feeling his private parts rise to the challenge of seducing the lovely maidens, he abandons his ride across the sky and plunges toward the Earth.

Daphne, lying once more on her back, opens her eyes to greet her lover's gaze. A brilliant light shines over Chloe's shoulder, and grows brighter by the moment. Frightened, by the fireball, she leaps to her feet and starts to run. In her panic she cries out to the Earth Mother to save her, and not let her be consumed by the flame. Having just received such an offering of love from Daphne, Gaea cannot deny such a prayer, so she sends a root to grip the fleeing girl by the ankle, and instantly Daphne is transformed into a small tree, without leaf or fruit.

Confused about the disappearance of the object of His lust, Apollo turns aside. "Why has this lovely girl been taken from me?" He cries.

"Because you frightened her with your power." Mother Gaea replies in the mysterious language with which the Earth speaks to the Sun. "And what is done cannot be undone, and let that be a lesson to you the next time you desire a human maid."

Broken hearted, Chloe picks up her gossamer green dress, and casts it over the little tree, and the tree brings forth leaves. They are the leaves of Apollo's lust, and ever since, the Bay Laurel has been His symbol, and the crown of bay leaves has been worn by Olympic victors, and Caesars, and even today embraces the World on the flag of the United Nations.

And Chloe turns slowly away, for only She remembers that the Bay tree is the lover the God of the Sun never had, but she did. And Chloe smiles.