For the rest of the evening, I’m going to be a support vessel, and Hera is going to feel the full focus of Taylor’s Naval task force. The aircraft carrier flight deck is cleared for action, and Hera is more than ready to work the catapult. I slide off the bed and stand next to Phoebe, seeing how things look from her perspective. They look very nice indeed.
I’m surprised when they both give an expectant look, a sort of “what do you want us to do?” expression on their faces. I’d be glad to choreograph, but for now I think Phoebe might even be gladder.
“What would you like them to do first, Mom? You’re the ringmaster. Tell your very sexy Goddess-blessed little girl and my hot boyfriend how you want them to give you an exquisite erotic show!”
Phoebe gasps with excitement. “Ooh, I’ve seen so many beautiful things already. There can only be more glory to cum. Hera, how is your pussy, sweetie? Is it wet enough? Do you need him to dip his tongue into your tasty tunnel? Or do you want that massive cock splitting your insides and pounding you until you scream?”
“How did that sound, did I do ok?” she asks me in a very audible aside.
All the naked people in the room break out in laughter.
“Don’t act all innocent, Mom. You know you like to talk dirty smack just as much as I do. I’ll bet you go all porn talk on Dad when you get home after watching us.”
Phoebe giggles. I admire both of them.
“I need to practice my aural sex skills, that’s one thing I’ve learned from you and your Mom, Hera.”
“I’m happy to be your mentor. Now, Taylor, since neither of our coaches over there have been able to do much more than ogle and drool at us, I think it’s up to us to give them something to drool over. Sit your pretty ass down on the edge of the bed – on the foot there, and face the old ladies.”
Taylor does as he’s told, with a very wide smile, and his very wide cock pokes up to about belly button height.
“Lean back just a little, hands on the bed. Twitch that cock for us, don’t touch it, just twitch it.”
Taylor’s cock leaps up and down a couple of times, swaying by a couple of inches each time.
“Mom, Tethys, watch this dainty little child get speared by this man’s monster phallus. Watch my dripping, neglected jeweled cunt slide down over it, coating it with my thick shiny slippery mess, watch me make it throb with my muscular pussy contractions!”
The expression on her face is priceless as she takes charge. She clambers over Taylor’s hips and straddles him, facing her mother and I with a smirk. She slides her ass down his belly to his crotch, pushing his shaft downward with her crotch. It’s almost horizontal now, the head and the slit at the tip pointing directly at us. Slowly she glides her hips forward towards us, his cock like a rail guiding her along. Her clit ring flips downward, for a moment framing that slit, directing our attention towards it. That has to be a coincidence, I think. Nobody is that good at manipulating a view just by moving her hips. Are they? But then, she is an artist, who would understand perspective better? The affect is fascinating.
Now she slowly raises her hips, and with the downward pressure relieved, Taylor’s cock hinges upwards, still in contact with the glistening folds of her pussy. That slit at the tip disappears behind the swollen clitoral hood, and as the angle becomes more favorable, slips closer to the entrance of her cunt. She keeps her eyes locked on us as she moves.
“Taylor’s cock is eager to feel my tight slippery cunt wrap around him, he wants to slide it inside me. He’s your man, Tethys, do you want to see your big virile boyfriend plunge his greedy cock into my sweet young innocent pussy?”
I giggle, but I nod with enthusiastic approval.
“You want to see this firm hot meaty flesh take advantage of little weak helpless me?”
I can’t help but laugh. I hope I’m not ruining the moment.
Still using only her hips, she raises up a little higher, until Taylor’s cock is standing vertical, poised at her entrance. She plunges down his entire length in one smooth motion, her involuntary gasp echoed by her mother, by me, and even by Taylor. The smirk is gone, but only for a moment. After a couple of deep breaths, she’s ready to continue.
“Mom, there’s a man who belongs to somebody else with his cock balls deep into your little baby’s sacred womanhood, assaulting her youthful innocence. Can you bear to watch as he turns your good little girl into a rampaging wanton whore, the debauched slut that you’ve always feared I truly am deep inside? And be assured, this big hot throbbing cock is truly deep inside! He’s going to fuck my very soul. Do you want to watch? Can the Goddess endure such a threat?”
“The Goddess is blessing you at this moment, child. She’s speaking through you, she’s feeling your passion and your desire, as she blesses you, you will bless her with beautiful sacred and loving orgasms. You are thrilling her.”
I can’t speak for the Goddess, but this whole scene is thrilling me. Hera floats upwards, re-exposing Taylor’s broad shaft until only the head is still buried inside her. Then she slides down again, gradually and deliberately, still smiling.
“Come closer, mother. Come kneel for the Goddess, between our spread legs. Look close at my cunt, close enough to smell the nectar of my thick sticky oozing slime as it coats Taylor’s cock, making him shiny and dripping with every stroke. Close enough so you can feel the air that’s forced out of my pussy by this massive cock every time it fills me. Close enough so that you can hear the wet slippery sound of smooth flesh sliding past smooth flesh. Look at my cunt, Mom. You made this cunt. You squeezed this cunt out through your cunt. You fucked Dad to make this cunt, didn’t you, Mom? You fucked him every day and every night. You gave him no choice, did you mother? You worshiped his sacred penis, you pursued it, you grabbed it and stroked it. You sucked Dad’s cock, didn’t you, Mom? You sucked him every day. Twice a day. Three times. You didn’t ask. Tell me, Mother, you were the aggressor with Dad, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Phoebe answers, and her voice sounds meek. Her eyes are shining. Hera continues to move her hips up and down over Taylor’s cock, coating it as thoroughly as she promised. Her face is commanding as she looks down at her mother, obediently nestled between their spread legs, face inches from the intersection of her daughter’s vaginal opening and the penetrating shaft of that meaty invader. I have no doubt that both Taylor and Hera can feel her heavy breaths puffing over their shining genital skin. Hera’s arousal shows in the swollen red puffiness of her padded swollen flesh, forced apart by Taylor’s occupation inside.
“You’re still the aggressor, aren’t you? You’re going to go home tonight to your husband, and you’re going to strip his clothes off of him, you’re going to take that cock and stuff it into your mouth like it’s the most delicious snack you can taste, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“It’s what you do every night and every day, isn’t it? You demand his cock, you command it, you order him to fuck you every day, don’t you? You don’t give him a chance to say yes or no, do you? He never asks for sex, because you’re always after him for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You climb on top of him, like an amazon, like the Goddess’ own fuck-warrior, you force his cock into you, you coat it in thick slimy smelly ooze just the way I’m fucking Taylor now, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Phoebe’s voice is a whisper, plaintive, almost a moan. Her face is flushed, her eyes staring, her breath ragged. I’ve never seen her like this. She’s always been a rock of equanimity, or a smiling cheerleader for the rest of us as we gyrate in sexual abandon. Now she’s enthralled, humbled, captive. Hera is the Goddess, and she has possessed her mother.
“The thick slime coated cock of my father filled your hungry insatiable pussy with huge loads of cum, day after day, didn’t it? Your constant hunger to be fucked, to feel the flesh of a man inside you, to fill his ears with the sounds of your orgasmic cries is what created the daughter you see fucking before you, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“The cycle continues. Live through your lust, love by your lust, create with lust, and now reap the joyful harvest of your lust. Watch your daughter continue your devotion to lust, to debauchery, to the power and passion of naked slimy horny needy flesh. Worship it. Worship the Goddess. Worship your daughter. Worship the man, and the cock that fucks her. Lean forward, mother, open your mouth, take Taylor’s balls into it while he fucks me, lick them with your tongue, taste my dripping juices that flow down to them, and add your slobbering saliva to them. Drink of me, drink of Taylor, and worship our unending and unconstrained lust, with the blessing of the Goddess.”
I’m amazed. Phoebe does as she’s told as if hypnotized, leaning her head to the side for better access, and taking all of Taylor’s scrotum into her mouth. She massages it with her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, releases it, and laps it with her outstretched tongue. Taylor is now groaning, it’s having the effect Hera wants.
The smell in the room is powerful, the combination of many hours of unquenched sweat and pussy, combined with the fresh pheromones emanating from Hera, from Taylor, from Phoebe, and from myself. I’m masturbating openly and vigorously as I watch. To the uninitiated, perhaps, the smell may be overwhelming and even repulsive, for those of us in the active throes of the blessings of the Goddess, it is the ambrosia of heaven.
Phoebe goes beyond the call of duty. Uncommanded, she follows the rhythm of the fucking in front of her, as Hera moves up on Taylor’s shaft, she follows with her tongue, licking up a trail of flowing juice along the underside of his cock. As Hera starts her downward plunge, her mother’s tongue slides upward over her clit, past her hood, and tugs momentarily on the dangling clit ring. It doesn’t take more than a few repetitions of this before Hera stiffens, throws her legs wide sideways and screams in a powerful quivering orgasm. At its peak, she grabs her mother by the back of her head and forces her mouth back onto her clit, holding her there as she shakes and spasms. Phoebe responds with approval, lapping and sucking on her daughter’s clit as long as the orgasm lasts. It’s too much for me. I spew out in my own orgasm, almost crying with the intensity, it may be the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had from masturbation. Even Phoebe is moaning uncontrollably. Only Taylor seems unphased, he’s breathing heavily but smoothly, looking at me with a grateful smile.
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