The afternoon sun blazed hot and dry in a sky of deep blue above the Greek isle. From her hilltop above the beach, Aphrodite looked on with amused interest at the mortals below. On the sand the two boys were awkwardly making conversation with the blond strumpet; and watching them from her cottage, the prissy brunette was now lasciviously entertaining herself in a most wanton way.
She reached over to a crumbling marble ornament of a vessel of stone fruit, and lifted from it a bunch of grapes, which, at her touch, transformed themselves into plump, fleshy fruit. She crushed the grapes between her full red lips and let the juice run into mouth, some escaping and dripping over her chin, splashing onto her breasts.
Beside her, on a plinth, a marble statue of a satyr stood frozen in mid dance, his pan pipes raised to his impish lips. She idly ran a hand up the cold stone, and at her touch it began to warm. First his furry, hoofed legs came to life, and then moved, revealing his large, scarlet phallus, which at her soft touch, swelled and rose. Then his muscular torso shuddered, and he shook his head, skipping from his plinth towards his mistress.
The satyr, blinking to life, grinned up at her. Beckoning to him with a long finger, she rolled onto her back and parted her thighs, inviting his virile and bestial rod into her soft and intimate lap.
*
In the cottages on the slopes below our four friends, each in their own way, were attempting to come to grips with their frustration.
The virile effects of the medication that Reilly and Mike had accidently ingested had not abated. Not in the slightest. Each of them still sported an erection of almost unbearable rigidity, and neither could find a way to change their situation.
Mike was lying naked on his bed, his hand idly toying with his cock.
"Maybe, you know," he called out to his friend in the adjoining room, "If we were to, you know, shoot our loads, that would make them get back down."
"Tried it," Reilly replied, "Twice. No different... But I'm going for a third wank. Maybe that will work."
Feeling bit less inhibited, and even a little inspired, from hearing that his friend was similarly occupied, Mike put a bit more spirit into his manipulation of his meat. As his hand worked up and down his shaft he looked in the mirror on the wardrobe door, which was tilted to reflect the cottage on the hill above. On the balcony he caught sight of a blonde-haired figure, who seemed to be watching him through a pair of binoculars. And from what he could see of her hand veiled beneath her robe, she was similarly engaged in self-stimulation
Keeping his eye on her in the mirror, he stopped his stroking, but continued to lie there, not wanting to alert his voyeur that she'd been noticed.
"Reilly..." he called out, "I think that French woman from the other cottage is watching me."
"Yeah?" Reilly appeared in the doorway, a towel round his waste barely disguising his tumescent organ, and raised his eyebrows to see his friend naked on the bed.
"Don't look out the window..." Mike warned, "Come over here, get down next to me, and look in the mirror..."
Reilly crouched beside Mike and glanced into the mirror.
"You know," he said, glancing back towards his friend, his eye unavoidably drawn to the swollen, curved brown shaft of his engorged dick, "She thinks we're gay. And she seemed turned on by the idea."
Mike nodded.
"I think," Reilly continued, "We should give her a show..."
*
Angelique stood on the balcony, gazing out over the roof of the cottage below, at the breathtaking view of the turquoise sea stretching to all horizons.
Rebecca, after they'd eaten lunch along with a couple of glasses of chilled wine, had retreated to her bedroom with a magazine for a siesta.
Just as her new roommate had that morning, Angelique noticed that their balcony view included a direct line of sight into the large, uncurtained window of the neighbours -- the same two guys she'd met on the beach. She made out Mike's figure, sprawled on the bed. Naked. And, as before on the beach, impressively endowed with a fully-inflated penis.
Rebecca had left some binoculars inside, and Angelique retrieved them, and trained them on the man below.
