Riva Bera lived in a flat in a large modern block on the southern outskirts of Athens.
As she opened the door for the three of them, Louise looked round and found herself quite impressed by the interior decoration. Accustomed to Western styling, she was overwhelmed by the Oriental decor of the living room, with its low tables, filigreed furniture, heavy carpet drapes and its bronzed, brassy ornaments.
"Like it?" smiled Riva.
"Oh, very much," Louise enthused. "It's quite different, of course, and it must be very satisfying to live in a room like this."
Riva herself was as extraordinary as was the room in which she lived. Louise found herself studying the other girl. Tall and dark-skinned, Riva was wearing the long, voluminous habit of Eastern women. Fun sleeves carried the diaphanous material of her blouse to her wrists in it graceful, billowing cascade. The material was caught into her waist by a narrow brass band, and it ballooned from there down to her ankles in that fluent, trousered effect so beloved in the East.
Riva Bera was dark, almost swarthy. It was her coppery skin that gave emphasis to the whites of her eyes and her teeth, to the rich red of her lips and which, in turn, was emphasized by the jet blue-black of her gorgeous, vigorous hair, worn long and flowing down her back.
She was in many ways the most striking woman Louise had ever seen. She hit one with immediate impact. Yet her smile gave promise of a disarming friendliness, of a desire to set her guests at ease in the shortest possible time. Louise liked her from the very first.
"I'm so glad," said Riva, leading her visitors into the luxury of her carpeted lounge. "Please make yourselves at home. How nice that you could all come."
In the room was the fragrance of rich, dark coffee.
With the coffee, Riva served a sweet, syrupy liqueur in tiny glasses. Two such tiny potions, and conversation flowed easily among the four, as if they had known each for months instead of merely minutes.
"Do you know," said Riva, "I find I'm quite excited at the prospect of this evening. Here in Athens, one becomes accustomed to anything so that there is little left that's novel enough to surprise one. I think it's the mingling of East and West that makes it so. No sooner do you think you know all that the East has to offer than, like this, up comes the West with an idea that pole-axes you! Ah, Athens! Where else could I live but Athens?"
"So you know then?" asked Andrew.
"This long time, I've known," said Riva, smiling. "Hector told me. The anticipation has been delightful. Now that it's all going to materialize, ah-h-h…"
"Then you don't mind?" asked Louise.
"No, not a bit," said Riva. "Years ago, perhaps I might have minded. In Turkey and in Greece, when we have affairs, we keep them apart. It is how I was brought up, how I brought myself up. But you people from Europe, you are so different. You treat these things, it seems, from another point of view altogether."
Andrew laughed.
"Not all of us," he smiled. "I can assure you of that. Western peoples live by a strict code, much the same as yours. If you have affairs, you confine each affair to its own limits. To mix them is fatal, at least that's what I always thought. But you can blame Louise for what's going to happen tonight. Two months ago, she had the darndest idea, and life's never seemed the same since for any of us!"
"Then," said the dark-skinned girl. "Let's wait no longer. Teach me the difference."
She rose and moved gracefully to a master wall switch which plunged the room into subdued, diffused near-darkness. When their eyes accustomed to the diminished light, she undulated back into their midst.
"So?" she whispered. "We start, yes?"
She paused opposite Andrew and, extending a hand to him, drew him to her. He rose and balancing easily on the balls of his feet, moved in to embrace her, heeding the heady perfume she emanated.
They kissed, and Andrew got the full impact of this delightful creature. She darted her tongue warmly, deliciously, between his parted lips, licking it lasciviously over his teeth. And the taste of her was in his mouth and her perfume was in his nostrils as he pressed her sinuous body to his powerful frame. He felt her yield expertly to each movement he made. With his fingertips, he searched her body, feeling that beneath the silk of her garment, was nothing, that her exquisite body was uncontained by either brassiere or panties. He slid his hands to the firm softness of her buttocks and drew her hips inwards to his, feeling her go limp as she made contact with his rising, demon prick. And he reveled as she twisted into him to meet that protrusion. She'll do, he thought merrily, as he explored her body and forced his own into intimate contact with it.
Under his questing fingers he found what he thought was the clasp of her blouse, and he fumbled at it. When he had struggled ineffectually for some time Riva, without ceasing the sexiness of her kissing, gave one spasmodic wriggle and the clips came apart under Andrew's fingers. And then his hands thrilled to the electrifying contact of real, naked woman-flesh as the garment parted down the back.
With a swift movement Riva slid first one, then the other shoulder from the confines of her blouse and it fell to her waist, where it was still held by the brass band of her belt. Then, naked from the waist up, she came back into the mounting fierceness of his embrace.
Louise and Hector watched, entranced, each entering in respective fantasy into the mood of the two lovers locked in silent stance before them. Each was imagining the delight of Andrew and Riva. Each was stirred at the immodest display of Riva's body. And then Andrew, too, in one or two swift movements, had stripped to the waist, and his powerful torso pressed into the magnificence of the Turkish girl's tits and belly. Riva moaned musically in her mounting desire.
Presently they broke apart and stood there, like a God and Goddess come to glorious life. Andrew, muscular and sun-bronzed, was the dominant figure. But Riva was a thing of pure coppered sculpture. The darkness of her skin was in sharp contrast to the sunburned glow of her lover. Her wonderful glorious and abundant breasts stood out, curvaceous and utterly desirable like the twin globes of all femininity their areole were circles only of darker copper, and their nipples were angry nuts of lusty rut. Her chest rose and fell with uncontrolled irregularity as she breathed, drinking in air through widened nostrils as does a race horse.
And then by tacit consent, both reached for their waistbands simultaneously, and in a trice both stood quite nude. Riva, lissome and tall in her copper-skinned loveliness, displayed an inverted triangle of vigorous curling hair at her crotch, its jet blackness accentuating her burnished skin.
Andrew, muscular and proportioned to perfection, was equally magnificent, with the white of his hips where his swimming trunks had kept out the sun, a white slash separating his torso from his thighs, from the bush of hair at his pubis, his enormous penis jutted out, vast, rod-like and angry.
Hector could not resist the thought that Andrew took an inordinate pride in that vast thing between his legs. It was not so much that he was merely in erection; it seemed that he gloated in that erection and was virtually flaunting its massive size.
But this thought was a fleeting one as the girl, arms outstretched, imploring, came toward Andrew supplicating him, almost, to ravish her.
Skillfully, Andrew eluded her embracing arms and turned her around. Sliding his penis between the coppered checks of her buttocks, he bore her forward until a heavy divan barred her progress. Here she caught her hands upon the rug-covered surface of the divan and bent forward, presenting the curvaceous delight of her ass to Andrew. Tenderly he cupped each buttock in his hands and parted the skin. As if released from some clutch, the Turkish girl's cunt seemed to pop into view once the restraining cheeks were separated.
Highlights from the room's many reflecting surfaces now gleamed on the red lips, lighting up their oiled receptivity as they gaped invitingly apart. And, having exposed her entrance, having exhibited the slit into which he must plunge his tool, Andrew bent his knees and plunged the might of his manhood deeply and truly into its hairy target.
It was altogether too much for Louise and Hector. Louise's hand had already disappeared up her skirts, and furiously she was frigging at herself under the mesh of filmy nylon panties. Hector, urgently and quickly, ripped off his clothes and expertly aided Louise to strip. Within seconds they were as naked as Andrew and Riva. And then with a mighty heave, Hector pulled Andrew away from where he was boring into Riva from behind.
Like a tigress, the Turkish woman whipped around.
"What did you want to do that for?" she snarled angrily, breasts heaving up and down in her sudden rage.
"Because I know you, my Riva!" grinned Hector. He grasped her by the shoulders, forcing her over on to her back against the divan. "And this!"
Straining her legs apart, he rammed his erected tool deep into the matted tangle of hair at her crotch. He felt Riva writhe beneath him, felt the spasm of satisfaction that shot through her at the realization that her cunt contained a tool once more, and in its natural position at that. Excitedly she thrashed her legs in the air, pedaling her coppered thighs as she strained at Hector's fornicating prick in her twat.
Puzzled at the sudden, unexpected turn his own fuck had taken, Andrew cocked a quizzical eye at the nude Louise.
"I wonder what he's up to now?" he asked dumbly. "Still, what matter, darling. What matter who has her? But she's close to coming."
Louise, wet-cunted now in her own lust, came at Andrew, imploring him to have her. But Andrew, with sudden intuition, had another idea.
"You don't want me," he whispered urgently. "You want her tongue! Look there! Jump up on the divan in front of Hector. Straddle her and let her suck you off!"
Wildly, Louise shivered at the delight of Andrew's suggestion. The Turkish girl's mouth was a wet, red slash of ineffable promise. She did as she was bid, leaping up and kneeling over the face of the recumbent Riva, and shuddered as she felt the competent tongue of the Turkish girl enter her own slit, licking avidly and deliciously at the hairy purse of her clitoris.
And suddenly there was a wild agitation as Riva writhed in the grip of her climax. Her body thrashed about as she thrilled to her coming on Hector's tool, and furiously she sucked away expertly at the cunt of the girl on top of her, seeking to bring about the same measure of sexual satisfaction as she was receiving. Relentlessly, feeling Riva coming, Hector fucked away, and Andrew was the fascinated spectator of a fornication the fierceness of which he had seldom before seen.
And then it was over, and Hector withdrew his slithering, still-erect cock from its spunk-dripping orifice. But the odd thing was Riva's reaction. Instead of collapsing weakly in the normal aftermath of copulation, she gave herself even more energetically to the task she was at, that of cunt-sucking Louise. It seemed she was quite oblivious to the fact that she had just had one of the mightiest female orgasms of all time.
Hector, his tool now at the pitch of randiness, saw Andrew laboring to understand Riva's reaction. He saw, too, that Andrew's mighty erection was at its massive best, deprived as it had been of any cunt in which to bury it.
"She's a nymphomaniac," he whispered. "She's the weirdest woman I've ever known. From now on, there'll be no stopping her. Thing to do, if you can, is to hold back. From now on, you can fuck at every hole she's got and she'll take more than you or I can give her. Better let me have Louise for this one. I'll hold her off, too."
Andrew understood.
The Turkish girl's cunt gleamed hot and passionate in the dim light, and Andrew advanced upon it. Powerfully, once the helmet of his penis was at its palpitating orifice, he rammed the length of his masculinity into her, and gloated as he felt her shudder uncontrollably.
As she fainted away with the realization of her sheer, uncontainable joy, she did not know that her face had fallen right over the gaping, throbbing, but satiated cunt of Riva, nor that her own gorgeous cunt was lying against the limp penis of Andrew, or that her hand had fallen, caressingly but limply, upon the spent penis of her husband.
It was, for all of them, the end.
It was over, blissfully and forever.