The Amphitheater
By Rachel Childs. (rach_childs@hotmail.com)
The Greeks were very open-minded, and much of their deviant sexual side is well documented. They, like me, like to chronicle events. I decided that the following Spring, I would have a trip to one of the Greek islands, which was famous for its existing ancient architecture, to explore and take some photos. I am a pretty keen photographer.
It was a dry, beautiful Spring in Athos. The flowers in the meadows were genuinely awesome, and the low mountain ranges were lovely in the Spring morning light. I stayed at a sort of bed and breakfast place run by an old couple. They fussed over me and did my washing and cooking, and I felt like a family member, so much so that I decided to stay a whole month and explore further afield. I was told about an old amphitheater nestled between two hills, but it was at least a long day’s hike away. No roads went near, but it was very unspoiled, so the old man said, but he also said that there could be bandits in the hills, so I should be cautious.
There was in the house a dog. God knows the breed, but he immediately reminded me of Blackie at the farm, except he was more friendly and much more sociable. I did, however, notice, as I would, how powerful he was, he was a big dog, short-haired, a bit bigger than a Labrador, and I noticed that, well, I couldn’t help but notice, as he sat there how big his sheath was and how well rounded his balls were and how potent he looked.
He never became aroused during the regular daily routine, but one day he and I were together on a walk, and I sat down to rest under the shade of a tree. I had a small snack to eat, but he had none, so we shared it. We became friends, I talked to him, and he sat and listened, his eyes following my facial movements as if he understood.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I said, his tail wagged. “What would you do if I interfered with you? Would you like it? Would you bite me?” His head cocked to one side. “One thing for sure, you wouldn’t tell on me,” I said, laughing.
He got up and wandered over to me, I stroked his head, and he nuzzled into me as if inviting me. I looked about me, but we were alone, and the devil in me allowed my hand to roam down his side and back again. The next pass went lower and the next lower still until I was on his belly. He looked at me expectantly. My hand felt him. The soft fur on the sheath, the gristle it contained, felt thick. My hand was gentle, manipulative, and coaxing, and the response was thickening and lengthening with the tip peeping out at me.
“You like that?” I asked. “It feels good. Be a good boy and let me see it all,” I said, feeling wicked but highly sexual.
My hand grasped it more firmly, and I started to masturbate him, drawing back the sheath and exposing his manhood fully. It grew and grew until it hung there hugely, my hand now feeling the large swelling at the base, which the sheath would not expose. My throat went dry, and I swallowed as I looked around again to ensure no one was around. We were entirely alone.
My hand was on his naked cock now, encircling it as he started to hump into it, I could feel the wetness in my hand as his fluid started to come at the tip, it still grew in size, then suddenly, the sheath slipped back over the swelling, and it was all to be seen. I looked at it. It was truly magnificent, and I wondered what it tasted like. Could I possibly suck it? Would I? Should I? I heard some screeching birds fly out of a bush in panic. My hand let go immediately, my heart beating fast. Oh God! was someone watching us?
He still stood there, so I pushed him away, he even looked at me with a hurt expression, but I saw with relief that his erection was subsiding and fast disappearing. No one came by, and we returned to the house for the evening meal. I decided to go on the trip to see the ancient amphitheater the next day and arranged for a packed lunch to be made. I went to bed early. I lay there thinking of the dog. I touched myself, and it felt good, then I fell asleep.
The next day’s early dawn was beautiful. Armed with my camera, a knapsack with food and water, a straw wide-brimmed hat, and good hiking boots, I set off for the long trek to the amphitheater. Initially, it was cool, but the sun’s heat soon drove off the dew. At least the air was cool as I climbed the small mountain range.
There was only a narrow track, and I hoped and prayed that the small map the old man had drawn for me was accurate, for as I stood still for a moment and gazed at the beautiful view, I could have been the only person in the world. Still, not quite. From the corner of my eye, I saw a dark shape moving along the path many feet below, the dog from the bed and breakfast place. I wanted a short rest, so I sat quietly and waited for him to catch me up. When he saw me, he looked guilty but soon came loping over for a friendly pat.
“What on earth are you doing here?” I asked as I stroked his neck.
Little did I know, but the old man had sent him on to follow to act as my guard.
At length, we arrived at the old amphitheater just before midday. I was excited and explored immediately, taking photos and drawing some sketches bu,t it soon got so hot that we had to find a tree to sit under the sun. I shared my sandwiches with him and found an old tin for him to drink some of my water out of. The heat shimmered off the lush grass around this spot which was isolated, I sat with my back to the small tree, and he lay in the shade, then we seemed to be staring at each other for ages, and I wondered what he was thinking.
I smiled as I imagined his thoughts of the day before with this girl stroking his cock, my thoughts of its size and potency. We were pretty alone here. Then he rose and wandered over to me, looking at me with big brown eyes, wet nose, nostrils slightly flaring, taking in a scent, eyes following his nose to between my legs. I sat with knees bent, legs slightly parted, and a shortish skirt exposing my mound in my white cotton panties. I watched as his nose got closer and closer, my heart beating faster and faster, then he licked my mound. It is hard to describe the feeling that went through me, but it felt like an electric shock. It was his time to investigate me, so I slipped off my panties and spread my legs for him. With whispers of encouragement, my fingers gently stroked through the hair on his head and licked me.
I could see the tongue as it parted my lips, the red of his tongue merging with my inner lips. I squirmed with delight as I watched and felt my clit being exposed and dragged back and forth by his tongue, I seemed to be slipping further and further down the trunk with my legs further apart until I couldn’t see anymore, but I raised my hips to him so that he could find all of me.
He didn’t disappoint me, and I groaned with delight as his tongue traced a route between my puckered hole to my clit, back and forth, back and forth, until an enormous orgasm started to form deep in me, and I could feel my juices being squeezed and pushed to him. He lapped at them with evident delight, and I just collapsed on the ground in front of him., moaning and squirming still.
“Oh, you wonderful dog,” I gasped quietly, looking at him.
Then I saw his vast monster dangling between his legs, his back dipping and jerking now and then. He was ready for sex. I turned onto my knees, which was the truth, to get up. I would have been happy to jerk him off, perhaps suck him a little too, but he had other ideas, and as soon as he was presented with my nice rounded bottom, he decided to fuck me. He was tall enough to straddle me without mounting, so I was trapped in a cage formed by his legs. I felt his heavy organ slap against my pubes as he humped at me. Now and then, it slid over the top and seemed to reach halfway down my back. I felt the tip at my puckered hole, but it did not yield, but that refusal seemed to spur him to even more frantic thrusts, and it was just a matter of time before he hit the target.
When he did, I have to say it was still a shock even though my mind had reconciled receiving it, there was an initial refusal quickly followed by a forced entry, or should I say impalement. I felt the tip hit the entrance to my cervix and yelled out with pain, but that didn’t stop him from ramming it in and out at a horrendous rate, and I became frightened by the force of it. My insides felt like they were on fire, and now I felt the swelling being forced in. He pushed and pushed at me, my mind was in turmoil with fear on the one side and a mounting sexual desire on the other, but as I was stretched by it and slowly accommodated the monster, the desire finally won over.
I knelt like a slut with my backside in the air, moving with him now, thrusting back against his force, my pussy slowly stretching and opening for him, and then it was in. It hurt too, a lot, but then he stopped humping, and the most amazing sexy thing happened as he started to ejaculate into me, great spasms and waves of pleasure along his cock, and I could feel the power of the squirts of his desire fill me. It wasn’t long before it started to be forced out between our unions, and I felt it flowing down my thighs.
As I felt his spasm start and then build, culminating with another squirt, orgasm after orgasm was building in me, too, and I think we started coming together. We ended up lying together, joined by this plug inside me, and neither of us could move away. As we lay there, we both became aware of tinkling bells and the occasional shout. I looked around but could see nothing, and then suddenly, over the brow of the hill not far away appeared the head of a sheep, then another and another, until a whole flock, and three men too. My heart raced, thinking about what to do. I pulled at my rope, but it did not yield, and the dog became vexed and growled at the intruders and made to get up.
I pulled him back down and covered our union with a blanket, hoping they would pass by without seeing us, but it was too late. They had already and were pointing. I waved casually, and they waved back. All would have been well if I had a better hold over the dog, but alas, he pulled away from me, wanting to protect me perhaps, and as he pulled, I was dragged bodily with him across the grass. In my panic, I saw them stop to look. What a sight it must have been, a young woman naked from the waist down, in sexual union with a large black dog, being dragged across the grass until his knot finally pulled out. She crawled back to her retreat under a tree and covered herself with a blanket.
I crouched there, trying to wipe up the semen flowing from me and desperately trying to find my panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dog in full flight towards the men, but one had his shepherd’s crook ready and caught him around the neck, and he was then securely tethered to a bush.
I sat with them, looking down at me, their sheep grazing happily on the nearby scrub. They talked between themselves, looking at me, then pointing at the dog, who now was sleeping peacefully under the bush. One was old, brown like a nut. They were apparent father, son, and grandson as I looked at them. The old man seemed to be in charge and said something to me; I looked at him blankly as the others laughed. I started to get a bad feeling about this.
Then he said something else and made a gesture to me that resembled the dog fucking, and they all laughed again. He gave an order, and the middle one stepped toward me and pulled me up. All their eyes saw my nakedness as the blanket fell away, I was then stripped, and the old man slipped his braces over his shoulders and took down his baggy trousers, followed by his underpants. My eyes were wide as I glimpsed his great mass of hairy pubes with this enormous old penis nestled in the thicket of hair. It must have been a foot long and not even erect yet.
The others made gestures and laughed at my expression as he moved toward me. I should faint now. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow. I was gasping for breath. Then I awoke with a start. The dog looked over at me as I sat, resting against the tree. God, it was all a dream. I laughed inwardly to myself with relief, I felt between my legs, all dry, no sign of the dog being there, and I laughed. I had a drink of water, and the dog approached me as I swallowed. I stroked him and did not resist as he nosed my mound.
I put down the water bottle and watched him smell me, then I pulled aside my panties, watched his tongue do me, and felt very aroused as I wondered what he fucked like with that lovely cock. My head rested back as he started to explore me fully, prepared to give in to my desires.
As I thus succumbed to my desires. Three men—Father, Son, and Grandson—with their flock of sheep, were making for the grass pasture they knew was near the old amphitheater.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, formatting errors, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.
