Aphrodite awoke from the darkest sleep, She had no recollection of why, how or when she had become but knew she was powerful and had purpose. She knew she was a Goddess.
The dank surroundings of her chamber became apparent, slime mould dripped from the walls and the previously ornate splendour of the cavern had aged badly. Her colossal form rose and guided by age old routine Aphrodite staggered with the help of the disgusting wall to the sealed archway which opened silently by itself.
Brilliant Mediterranean sunlight flooded through the arch and Aphrodite emerged into a massively changed world on the southern tip of Lesbos to reclaim her Realm.
She scanned the locality and was displeased with everything she surveyed from the crass water front in the distance to the shoddy apartments that scarred the steep slope down to the teal Mediterranean Sea.
Aphrodite's first need was to cleanse the ages long sleep and grime from her naked body, she stood 18 metres tall and had the body of a Goddess, obviously. Every curve was truly majestic, from her large but delicate feet to the elegant and slender neck that supported a face of perfect beauty, framed by golden tasselled hair. More about the bits in between when our protagonist has bathed.
She strode straight down to the sea, passing villas and dwellings and because it was midday, a naked, giant Goddess striding over gardens, roads, fences and orchids provoked no attention. As she passed the beach front restaurants and shops, all hell broke out.
People ran, people starred, people held up their mobiles but captured no images. Aphrodite would not be videoed and footage of holiday makers panicking and running from thin air were soon circulated across the world.
Aphrodite entered the sea gracefully and slowly allowing the water to encase her toned olive legs, she had no concern for mortals and swayed her hips as she took short cross legged steps out to sea. The cheeks of her bottom rose alternatively with each step and Aphrodite's hands lightly caressed her stomach and breast as the sea gradually swallowed her.
Her bottom was a peach, it was the arse of a life time for mortal man, although some might describe it as a touch too wide. The globes of her cheeks were perfect crescents and the tops of her inner thighs bulged and then tapered in slightly to her pubis, leaving a tall inverted triangle of sunlight to shine through her legs, obscured only marginally by a sparse thatch of pubic hair.
The sublimely hour glass waist swayed provocatively as the water rose up to Aphrodite's bum. She crouched and pushed herself further out to sea, completely submerging, and was gone. Moments later large waves lapped onto the previously calm beach as the only evidence that she had passed, not a foot print had been left behind.
Aphrodite emerged from the sea onto a secluded beach as silently as the lapping waves. She was refreshed and cleansed and her second need focused itself in her mind. The beach was flanked on all sides by steep inaccessible cliffs and the only other occupant was a naked man who lay on the foredeck of his small yacht under the shade of a makeshift canopy.
He was average height, for a mortal, and young and handsome, for a mortal. He slept the sleep of gods with peace of mind and careless contentment. He was a good man who made his living from taking tourist on day trips to isolated coves and fish bar B Qs.
He lived well and was not greedy, slothful or sleazy. Aphrodite liked him straight away and since there were no other gods in the world, he would become her lover, and Aphrodite needed one, more than anything else at the moment.
The man's name was Stavros. He liked big women even though he was anything but large himself. Maybe it's a Greek thing. He was well muscled and tanned from the time he spent at sea but his obsession in bed was being suffocated by tits or pussy or arse, he didn't care as long as his face was buried. Aphrodite saw possibilities here, as she looked into the sleeping mans mind and approached so her colossal shadow fell across the yacht.
A moment later the timid and bewildered face of Stavros peered from under the canopy and straight up into the largest bulging pussy, glistening with wetness, an enormous pair of tits each capped with a auburn nipple the size of a dustbin lid and standing erect like a bucket. The face that smiled down was that of Aphrodite herself, which it was. His penis became erect and his buttocks clenched in the same instance.
Nothing was said, but Aphrodite bent down slowly and reached out, easily folding her hand around Stavros's mid section and lifted his unresisting body from the boat. He was brought up to her face and he starred into the eyes of a Goddess. All she said was "you will be my lover."
He made no reply, what do you say in situations like this? She brought him closer to her mouth, extended her tongue and licked him from his erect penis up across his belly and chest and across his face, her tongue was soft and hot and wet and tasted of sweet fruits.
She parted her legs and gently traced his body down across her own wiping him across her breast. His groin caught on her hardened nipple and a spasm of beautiful pain shot into his stomach as his balls were squashed as he was pressed against her tit.
"Will you be my lover? My sex slave?" she whispered.
"willingly?" Aphrodite clarified.
He had dreamed of big women all his life and some how this seemed perfect or a dream, how could he refuse?
"Yes" he said hoping to sound confident, but his voice croaked betraying his nervousness.
Aphrodite stroked him down her body further, across her belly where she twirled him round several time and finally down to her cunt where she slid Stavros's entire body between her lips and rubbed him gently against her sex.
A cliteros the size of a small pillow stood erect and Stavros wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the sensitive bud as the pace of Aphrodite's rubbing increased. Momentarily the wanking stopped as Aphrodite lowered herself onto her back across the beach.
"Don't worry, you will be able to breath" she said huskily and without further warning Aphrodite positioned Stavros's head at the entrance to cunt.
