The Tale of the Three Greek Goddesses

Once upon a time, there was a Greek

king named Peleus. This brave and young king married Thetis, the daughter of Poseidon, the god of the sea. On their wedding day, Peleus and Thetis held a grand banquet for distinguished mortal guests and the gods of Mount Olympus.

However, they conspicuously omitted Eris, the famous goddess of war and jealousy, whose gloomy and terrifying face was something even the gods dreaded to see.

Enraged, Eris vowed revenge, but Poseidon's power was too great for her to provoke. However, the cunning Eris quickly devised a clever plan.

The wedding banquet was lively and the atmosphere was harmonious.

While everyone listened to Apollo playing his lyre and the nine Muses singing, Eris, concealed, quietly entered the hall.

She threw down a beautifully crafted golden apple and then vanished.

The guests were astonished by the sudden appearance of the golden apple.

When Peleus, the host of the banquet, read the inscription on the golden apple: "For the fairest," all the goddesses were restless, each vying for the apple.

The most heated debate arose between Hera, Athena, and Venus, each claiming the apple was rightfully theirs.

Poor Peleus dared not give it to any of them, fearing that giving it to one would offend the other two.

The assembled gods offered various opinions, but no consensus was reached.

The three goddesses refused to yield, and the argument escalated all the way to Zeus, the father god.

Zeus, looking at the golden apple in his hand and then at the three beautiful goddesses, was deeply troubled.

He thought, "If I don't give it to my wife Hera, she'll be insanely jealous, and I'll become her punching bag, not to mention I'll have to go down to the mortal realm to seduce beautiful human girls. If I don't give it to my daughter Athena, who knows what that unruly girl will do when she gets angry.

Although I'm still the most powerful of the gods, years of debauchery have made me weak inside, especially since she has a shield that's impervious to my ultimate weapon, the Thunderbolt. Won't she try to seize power like I have? Hmm... that's too dangerous. If I don't give it to Venus... that little beauty, tsk tsk, how can I not give it to her?"
Zeus thought for a long time and finally came up with a way to escape without offending anyone.

"Ahem, quiet down, all of you!"

After calming the three goddesses, he continued, "You three are the most beautiful goddesses in the temple, and you, Hera, are my wife; you, Athena, are my daughter. Therefore, it would be unfair for me to make the judgment. So, go find the most handsome man among men and let him decide who gets the golden apple. What do you think?"

The three goddesses looked at each other, nodded, and asked Zeus in unison, "What is that man's name?"

Zeus said, "His name is... his name is... Hermes! What is his name?"

Hermes quickly replied, "His name is Paris."

"Ahem, yes, yes, his name is Paris. Hermes, you go and give him the golden apple and tell him what to do. The three of you wait a moment before going." "

Hmph! That's more like it!" the three goddesses said in unison.

Paris was the son of Laomedon, King of Troy. When his mother Hecapra gave birth to him, a prophet foretold that this child would bring about the destruction of the entire city of Troy. The terrified king and queen abandoned him in the most desolate place on Mount Id. However, a she-bear nursed the abandoned infant, and five days later, a shepherd adopted him.

As he grew, he became increasingly handsome.

By the age of twelve, his beauty was universally acknowledged, and at sixteen, the mountain nymph fell madly in love with him, making love to him daily and giving him pleasures only gods could enjoy. Little did he know that even greater pleasures awaited him.

At eighteen, his handsomeness was undeniable, even to the gods. A well-proportioned physique, bronze skin, strong arms, a broad and thick chest, long legs, and a penis comparable to that of a god.
He was so perfect that even Zeus, the king of the gods, was jealous of him.

Zeus thought, "This time you're sure to be killed by those three grumpy goddesses, hahaha!" Zeus laughed gleefully.

That day, Paris, who was herding sheep on the mountain, suddenly saw the messenger Hermes, holding a golden staff, fly to him and tell him, "Zeus commands you to be the judge and decide which of the three goddesses—Hera, Athena, and Venus—should receive this golden apple inscribed 'For the fairest of them all.'"
Hermes added, "Don't be afraid. Since Zeus has entrusted you with this important mission, he will never refuse to help and protect you."

However, Hermes secretly chuckled to himself, "Zeus doesn't care about you; he secretly hopes you'll be beaten to death by those three goddesses!"

After giving him the golden apple, Hermes quickly flew away.

Meanwhile, Zeus, very curious about the fate of this human he envied, peeked out and watched closely.

He saw the three goddesses, Hera, Athena, and Venus, slowly descend before Paris.

Although he had shared pleasure with the goddess of the mountain spring and had seen her appearance, he was still stunned for a long time when these three goddesses stood before him.

However, his handsomeness also captivated the three goddesses; they all thought that this human was truly enchanting even to the gods.
To please him and gain the title of the most beautiful goddess, the three goddesses each displayed their most beautiful selves.

Hera, the queen of the gods, struck a languid pose, her high nose and full lips highlighting the sensuality of a mature woman. Her revealing low-cut dress accentuated her full breasts, which only Zeus could touch. As Hera squeezed her breasts with her arms, the two large, soft breasts seemed about to burst out of her clothes, causing Paris to become erect.

Paris composed himself, forcibly withdrawing his gaze from between the breasts, and looked back at Athena.
Athena, meanwhile, was displaying her heroic spirit. The valiant Athena, clad in her ever-present armor, looked at him with a flushed face, a hint of shyness radiating from her features.

Despite the armor, Athena's slender figure didn't appear bulky; her full breasts beneath her breastplate fueled endless fantasies, and the faint scent of her virginity stirred a criminal impulse in Paris.

Finally, he saw the beautiful Venus. Confident in her beauty, Venus didn't pose, simply smiling at him.

Wearing a semi-transparent veil, her partially revealed body aroused his intense curiosity, and her small lips and captivating eyes seemed to possess a mesmerizing allure, making it impossible for him to look away.

Venus's skin was not only fair and delicate but also shimmered with a pearly luster, making one reluctant to touch it.

The sweet fragrance emanating from Venus acted like an aphrodisiac, completely clouding his judgment. He slowly walked towards her, almost offering her the golden apple.

Fortunately, his erect penis, now perpendicular to the ground, and the explosive sensation brought him back to his senses.
Paris sighed, his mind in turmoil. Who should he give it to? He couldn't afford to offend any of the three, but giving the golden apple would certainly offend the other two goddesses.

As Paris carefully observed the three noble and beautiful goddesses, he thought to himself, all three are so beautiful, and honestly, he couldn't determine who was the most beautiful.

While hesitating, a bold idea suddenly popped into his head: Seeing three such beautiful goddesses together was already a rare opportunity; since they needed his help, he could take the chance and perhaps even get to kiss them! His

lustful audacity blinded him, and he disregarded the terrible consequences of failure, actually desiring to possess the beautiful bodies of the three goddesses!

Having made up his mind, Paris deliberately played hard to get, saying, "Beautiful things attract each other. I am fortunate to have received permission from the Father God to judge your beauty, which is actually a confirmation of my handsomeness. I want to show you my beauty now to complement your unparalleled beauty."

With that, he stripped naked. Truly, he was the most handsome man in the world!

His erect penis aroused Hera's lust; while his strong muscles and bronze skin secretly pleased Athena, causing her face to flush with desire.

His slender and athletic physique captivated even Venus. She thought, "I never imagined there could be such a charming man on earth. Making love with him must be wonderful."

Seeing that the goddesses showed no sign of aversion, he said, "Beautiful goddesses! I hope you can all display your beauty to me equally completely so that I can make a fair judgment!"

Upon hearing this, Hera, the queen of the gods, did not hesitate to remove her sexy long dress.

Her breasts, freed from their constraints, trembled majestically, her equally large nipples standing tall, bright red like two tender strawberries atop her jelly-like breasts.

Her plump mons pubis swelled like a bun, covered with lush black pubic hair, making Paris drool.

Venus deftly removed the thin veil, revealing her equally perfect body.

"My God!" Paris exclaimed inwardly, "What a perfect body!"

Her shoulders were rounded, curving towards her hips; her breasts were full but not protruding, tapering towards her abdomen; her thighs were full but not fleshy; her calves were slender but not thin.

Most importantly, her vulva was smooth and shiny, her pink labia so delicate, still gently opening and closing!

Paris was utterly captivated.

In the center was Athena, the famous virgin goddess, who had sworn a vow never to marry.

Why?

Because Athena had sprung from the head of her father, Zeus, and she was well aware of her lecherous father's thoughts. To protect herself, she made a vow never to marry upon reaching adulthood.

Athena hesitated as she watched them all undress. Seeing Paris smiling at her, she knew that if she didn't let him see her body, the title of the most beautiful goddess would be out of her reach. Meanwhile, the goddess of beauty took the opportunity to mock her: "Are you afraid of revealing your shameful naked body? You should just give up!"

The fiercely competitive Athena couldn't tolerate such words and without hesitation began to remove her ever-present armor.

Athena's figure was slender and graceful, truly the most beautiful of the three goddesses.

Years of being encased in armor had given Athena's skin a radiant white glow, and without an ounce of excess fat, her supple skin radiating boundless vitality.

Her perfectly proportioned breasts, like her proud head, held high.

They bounced with her movements, seemingly possessing a life of their own.

The small, adorable nipples, their pink color proudly proclaiming her virginity.

The raised vulva wasn't completely covered by the dark, lush grass, and the equally pink and delicate labia hinted at the beauty of this untouched virgin territory.

Zeus, gloating from above, noticed the three goddesses' outrageous behavior and was utterly astonished. His lustful eyes were fixed on Venus's exquisite body, and his drool poured down to the ground.

Seeing that he had achieved his first goal, Paris continued his plan.

He said, "Almighty Father Zeus! He not only bestowed upon us sharp eyes and a sensitive nose, but also a keen sense of touch. Three noble goddesses! Your beauty is so captivating that my eyes are dazzled and my nose is intoxicated. I hope you will accept my suggestion and let my senses of touch and taste experience your beauty!"

The three goddesses, pleased with his flattery, nodded.

Paris, having struck gold, began to grope the three goddesses with his rough hands.

Paris first touched Athena's body.

A virgin's body was indeed extraordinary; Paris found Athena's body far superior to that of any human virgin.

Her delicate skin was as smooth as pearls, and her well-developed muscles felt exceptionally textured.

Paris's hands unceremoniously climbed onto Athena's virgin breasts.

Breasts that had never been touched before were incredibly elastic, their bell-shaped form the most elegant of all breast shapes.
The virgin's breasts changed shape constantly in Paris's hands. Paris lifted the lower part of the breasts, feeling their heavy texture, then "slapped" them down, admiring their free-bouncing movements.

Paris then vigorously kneaded Athena's breasts, sucking on her tender nipples, smearing her breasts with his saliva.

A body never touched before could not withstand such stimulation; Athena's nipples quickly hardened, standing erect like two beautiful rubies atop her white, tender breasts.

Athena felt Paris's rough, large hands were like flames, and her body began to heat up under his touch.

Paris praised, "These breasts are absolutely gorgeous!"

Athena turned her face away shyly, but Paris then turned his attention to Athena's neglected vulva.

Paris first cupped Athena's entire vulva with his large hands, slowly kneading it, as if warming up Athena's desire.

Then he began to attack Athena's labia with his nimble tongue.

Athena began to moan involuntarily under his teasing.

"Ah...ah...so good...oh! Don't touch there...oh...no!"

Hearing the legendary, dignified Athena utter such alluring moans, Paris's enthusiasm grew even stronger.
He parted Athena's labia majora and minora and began to directly tease her small clitoris.

The clitoris was Athena's most vulnerable spot. As Paris's tongue sucked on it, Athena's body throbbed as if electrocuted, her long hair flying everywhere.

Athena's moans grew increasingly desperate.

"Ah... I surrender... Ah... Spare me... Help!"

Paris was even more delighted, seeing the lovely clitoris swollen and engorged, glistening like a piece of agate.

Paris gently bit and squeezed it with his teeth.

Poor Athena was so aroused that she could no longer make a sound, only hoarse cries escaping her throat.
The frantic shaking of her long hair and the trembling of her muscles reflected that Athena was approaching the peak of pleasure.
Athena's legs clamped tightly around Paris's head, her vagina gushing out streams of vaginal fluid like a fountain, and Paris sucked every drop of this rose-scented fluid into his mouth.

Paris, eyes closed, savored Athena's virginal essence, praising it with delight, "Truly the finest of virgin essences!"

Hera, already impatient, scoffed at his words, her face full of disdain.

Paris, hearing this, abandoned the nearly exhausted Athena and approached Hera.

Hera, her face filled with lust, shamelessly said to Paris, "My little husband, come here! Come and play with me!"

while fondling her mountain-like white breasts and glistening black vulva.

Paris reached Hera, ready to play with her conspicuous breasts, when Hera grabbed his thick, hard penis and shoved it into her mouth.

Zeus, seeing his wife openly having sex with a mortal and even giving him a blowjob, flew into a rage and hurled his thunderbolts at the earth. The torrential rain that had just fallen instantly turned into thunder. Hera, on the ground, paid

no heed. She used her magical breasts to tightly suckle Paris's hot, hard penis, making him feel even better than when it was inserted into his vagina.

Paris felt like he was in heaven, closing his eyes in ecstasy, letting Hera tease his penis. He reached out and grasped Paris's enormous breasts, pinching the two chimney-like nipples between his fingers and rubbing them incessantly.

However, Paris's penis was no ordinary thing; it was a masterpiece of the mortal realm, not only incredibly thick and long, but also possessing an unbearable heat that could almost scorch a young girl's vagina. The ridges on the glans protruded like thorns, almost piercing the vagina.

Hera's small mouth was stretched to its limit, and her skillful fingers teased her breasts until they seemed about to burst.

The wanton Hera could not resist such provocation and immediately unleashed her ultimate technique—the Phantom Tongue—a technique only Zeus had ever enjoyed. Hera's tongue suddenly lost its shape, completely enveloping Paris's penis. The writhing tongue gave Paris unparalleled pleasure, and the flexible muscles and powerful suction completely overwhelmed him.

"Roar..."

Paris ejaculated his scalding semen into Hera's small mouth.

Paris hadn't expected to be the first to succumb and tried to leave dejectedly. But Hera, the queen of the gods, hadn't had enough. She grabbed Paris, pointed to her vulva, and said, "I'm not satisfied yet!"

Paris's lust was reignited, and he grabbed Hera's fleshy buttocks and began to fiercely kiss her vulva.
"Ouch! Be gentle, you're going to bite my pussy raw!"

Hera screamed, pressing Paris's head even harder against her vulva.

Seeing Hera's lewd reaction, Paris immediately increased his force.

His teeth not only tore at her labia majora and minora, but also mercilessly bit into her swollen clitoris, pulling hard, almost biting off the large clitoris.

As a goddess, Hera's body was naturally beyond Paris's reach, and Paris knew this, but his unrestrained pulling brought Hera an intense pleasure she had never experienced before.

"Ah! So strong! Ah! Even Zeus isn't as strong as you... harder... Ah!! I'm going to explode!"
What gushed from Hera's vagina was no longer an ordinary spring, but a raging flood. Paris tasted this nectar and found it quite delicious, though with a slightly musky smell, which seemed to excite him.

Paris suddenly had a brilliant idea to deal with this slut. He stopped talking and instead stretched out his foot, shoving his toes into the source of fluid.

Toes, though not as nimble or long as fingers, were more ruthless and better suited to Hera, the goddess brimming with lust.

Sure enough, the moment Paris's toes slipped into her flesh, Hera couldn't take it anymore.

"So good! My dear husband, you have this trick up your sleeve... Ah... You're going to kill me... Kill me!"
As Paris's toes writhed, Hera's body twisted and turned, as if nailed to the ground, struggling helplessly.

Suddenly, Hera's head snapped back, her body tensed, and she let out a few "hehe" sounds as a gush of fluid shot out.

The powerful force not only pushed Paris's toes away but also propelled the fluid eight or nine meters away, like a light rain.

Athena, now fully awake, sat blushing and peeking. Seeing Hera's fluids gush out, she cried out, "Ah!" and quickly grabbed her shield to protect herself.

Venus, smiling, gently stroked her finger; not a drop of the splattered fluid landed on her, only a single drop on her slender fingers. Venus tasted it and laughed, saying, "The taste is alright, just a bit musky. More like a mare in heat than a goddess." "

You!" Hera tried to get up, but her body was too weak to move.

Venus smiled generously at Paris, then gracefully twirled around, saying, "Come, experience my beauty with all your heart! I'll make you understand that one of those two was a nagging girl, and the other was nothing but a mare."

Venus laughed like a silver bell, a beckoning look in her eyes.

Paris walked to Venus, inhaling her alluring fragrance, and closed his eyes in ecstasy.
Paris slowly raised his hands, reaching towards Venus's body.

"Ah! So round, so soft, are these breasts? Oh, no, these are just shoulders! So beautiful! Zeus! What is this body made of? Smoother than jade, more textured than ivory, warmer than the sun, more elastic than sinew, softer than anything in the world!"

"Zeus! This is the sacred peak of the goddess of love! I would give anything in the world to possess her!"
Paris excitedly and wantonly kneaded the incomparably noble breasts in his hands, his grip unconsciously increasing.

"Ouch! Be gentle! So inconsiderate!" Venus frowned, displeased.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, my goddess, you are truly captivating!"

Paris quickly apologized, softening his movements.

Paris then gradually began to caress other parts of Venus's body.

The goddess of beauty was indeed beautiful; whether it was her slender waist or her full hips, she captivated him.
Even her shapely legs and delicate hands were unforgettable.

Paris opened his eyes and observed Vienna's entire body up close once more. Her exquisite figure filled him with nothing but admiration.

After kissing Venus's entire body, Paris returned to the magnificent breasts he couldn't forget.

However, while he was enjoying her breasts, his nimble tongue and teeth attacked her sweet honey pot.

The already incredibly skilled Paris easily pried open the tightly closed labia and plucked the virgin pearl.
"Ah!" This high-pitched cry perfectly expressed Venus's reaction to his intense stimulation.

Paris immediately increased his strength, squeezing her engorged clitoris even harder with his teeth.

"Ah! Don't do that, be gentle, it hurts..."

Venus pleaded gently, as if she were just a helpless lamb.

Paris admired Venus's slightly furrowed brow, her expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy, perfectly capturing the perfect reaction of a perfect woman.

"Ah! Venus, you are truly the epitome of womanhood!"

Paris exclaimed, softening his teeth's movements and employing more skillful techniques to tease Venus's vulva.
Sometimes Paris gently squeezed her labia and clitoris with his teeth, other times he rapidly flicked her sensitive clitoris with his warm tongue.

Under Paris's skillful teasing, Venus's moans became increasingly melodious.

"Mmm...it itches...yes, right there...okay, faster...faster...faster...faster..."

Paris even inserted his tongue into the entrance of her vagina, teasing the sensitive spots on the walls.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore!"

With Venus's soft cry, the last goddess surrendered.

The vaginal fluid flowing from Venus's vagina, though not as potent as Hera's, flowed incessantly like a spring.

Paris tasted the goddess's fluids; indeed, they were incredibly sweet, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth, an unforgettable experience.

Seeing Paris's intoxicated expression, Venus seized the opportunity to ask, "Am I beautiful?"

Without thinking, Paris replied, "Of course, you are the most..."

"Zong!"

"Don't fall for her trick!"

Hera and Athena, seeing him about to fall for her scheme, quickly intervened.

Venus, seeing her plan ruined by the two, cursed, "You two vixens, ruining my good time again!"
Hera retorted, "Pah! You vixen who seduces men everywhere, still trying to cause trouble!"

Athena also retorted, "Hmph! You shameless slut, ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, don't think you can fool me!"
Seeing the three about to argue, Paris hurriedly shouted, "The power of judgment is still with me!"
The three obediently shut up, and Paris continued, "Now you will undergo one last test. A woman's beauty is for the man to fuck, and so is the goddess. Now let me see how you perform when I fuck you!"

"Hmph! Let's do it, come and fuck me first!" Unexpectedly, this time it was Athena who was the most proactive.
It turns out that after Athena was aroused to orgasm by Paris, she was the first to recover. Then, watching Paris tease Hera and Venus, she felt a pang of jealousy.

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