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Chapter Twelve – Athena
“Let me look at that,” I said as I prodded the wound gingerly. “You need a bandage.”
Emma had gotten the injury in our last game.
“I’ll be alright,” she protested.
I set her down in a chair and propped her leg up in front of me. Devon brought antiseptic ointment and I swiftly bandaged her up.
“See,” I said, caressing her calf. “All better.”
“Thank you, Evan,” she said.
“No. Thank you, ma’am,” I said. My fingers explored her leg.
“I guess tennis isn’t my game,” she said. “Devon managed to do pretty well against you, though. Don’t feel bad. She’s had a lifetime of experience. She won the Femme tournament for the last three years in a row. However, that isn’t measured completely on athletic ability, since every contestant must play in the nude and be graded on it.”
I looked at Devon. “That’s it, no more clothes for you… even outside,” I said with a smile.
She smiled and then laughed. It was the first laugh I had heard from her in days.
“You need a shower,” Emma said to me. “Go on, I’ll join you in a moment.”
I smiled, stood and walked to the locker room. It was devoid of people this close to lunchtime. Quickly, I stripped and turned on the water.
I was just lathering myself when Emma and Devon appeared. I beckoned them to me, entranced by dual pairs of succulent tits.
Emma knelt before me, soaking the bandage on her leg.
“Doesn’t that hurt your –,” I began.
“Shut up,” she said, as she took my cock in her hands. “Such a pretty cock, isn’t it, Devon? I think I know where this is wants to be. Don’t you?”
“Oh yes, indeed,” Devon said, as she knelt beside her friend.
Emmanuelle’s blue eyes locked on mine. She kissed the head of my cock and her tongue shot out, sliding along the underside of my shaft. She looked into my eyes as she gave it long, sensuous licks. My eyes flicked to Devon and immediately, she joined in. They kissed around the shaft of my cock, licked on either side, tongues mingling with each other’s. Devon kissed Emma once, passionately.
“Again,” I said, and they kissed.
“Again.” They kissed longer, tongues dueling for supremacy. “Kiss her, Emma, as if you were kissing me.”
Emma gripped the back of Devon’s head and pulled her closer, mauling her lips like a wild predator, eyes closed all the while.
I reached down and caressed both of their pretty heads, petting their long, wet hair. Devon watched me as Emma continued kissing. I grabbed a handful of hair in either hand, pulled them apart.
They looked at me, mouths open, water running down their faces, both impassioned.
“Now, both of you suck my cock,” I ordered. “You first, Devon.” I pulled the brunette to me and thrust between her lips, down deep to the furthest extent. I held her with hands on both sides of her head. She struggled to look up at me. Beneath her left eye, I could see the fine half-healed knife scar. It was small and, when fully healed, would be barely visible except upon close inspection. I ran my thumb over it. Surprisingly, Devon flinched and shuttered at the touch. I had never seen anything bother her, but that memory did. It aroused me and I thrust deeper. I took her more violently. I used her like a toy. It didn’t matter if her head were attached. It was like a piece of rubber to me. I pounded hard, taking her fully with each violent thrust, bouncing her head on my shaft.
After a score of violent thrusts, I switched to Emma. I watched my cock as it went in and out of her beautiful, full, red lips. All the way down and I held.
I used them both like cheap whores, back and forth, until I felt the need for release. I pushed Devon’s head down on me and held her.
“Go on…” I said. “Go on, baby… go on, yeah… take it, yes… fucking yes…” She was sucking hard, now, desperately. Her eyes looked up at me, but I saw not a hint of pleading in them, just a flicker of fear and desperation. It was natural when her air was on the verge of running out. “I want you unconscious now, Devon.” There was one last wild suck at my cock and then her eyes rolled up in her head. Devon went limp in my hands.
I held her for several seconds, embracing the feel of her still throat. Then I let her slide from my cock to splash onto the shower floor.
I pulled Emma to her feet, threw her back against the tiles. Gripping her neck, I thrust my cock inside her. I squeezed hard as I fucked her pussy. I was nearly there. It took only a short time. Groaning, I ground into her cunt and came.
“Oh, god! Emma! Emma, fuck yes!”
She cried out with me and I stared into her eyes as my semen was planted inside her.
After the shower was over, I bandaged Emma’s wound, again, while I waited for Devon to rouse. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I smiled at her.
“The Commodore’s mansion, Evan,” she said. “Tonight, seven o’clock.”
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“The Commodore asked once if you’d like to breed with a special woman. Do you remember that, Evan?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Tonight is the night, if you still want to go through with it. Do you?”
“Is she pretty?”
“I guarantee that you will be unable to resist her, dear.”
I smiled. And kissed her softly. “Then, yes.”
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“Evan Anderson,” Emmanuelle said, “may I introduce Athena. Athena, this handsome man is Mr. Evan Anderson.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” she said in a melodious tone.
“And I, you,” I said.
I took her hand and felt a firm grip.
I stood in open awe of the woman with the goddess’ name. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, her finest feature was, nonetheless, her height. She towered above the ground at over six feet. I felt sure that most of that extra height had gone into her legs, for they were the finest pair I had ever set eyes upon: long and sleek, with just the right blend of athleticism and slenderness.
I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around me.
Emmanuelle spoke. “Dinner is prepared and if there is nothing else that I can help you with, I will leave you both alone for the evening. No one else is here so you will have the mansion to yourself. I will wish you both a very fulfilling and very productive night.”
“Thank you, Emmanuelle.” I smiled at her and she left.
“Alone at last,” I said.
Athena smiled.
We served ourselves dinner and struck up a conversation. I found her to be a charming companion, though somewhat tight-lipped. She didn’t speak of herself, but instead turned the conversation to me whenever I asked a probing inquiry.
We were finished with dinner when I noticed the sheen of perspiration on her brow.
“Are feeling you alright?” I asked.
She nodded and unbuttoned her dress. “I feel… very warm. I’m beginning to — I’m afraid that I find you very attractive, Mr. Anderson,” she breathed.
“Well,” I said, “that’s not an altogether bad thing, is it?”
Athena moved to me and sat on my lap. Her dress was partially open and I could see a fine pair of breasts down the open top. Our lips closed together and they touched. She kissed me very passionately and I returned it.
“My god,” I said, “You’re burning up.” I felt her forehead. She felt feverish. She must have been sick.
“I’m always very hot…” she hissed. “Help me with that, please?” she nearly begged.