Monday lunch Deinomache, Alcibiades, and his girlfriend Hipparete were quietly eating in the cafeteria with me when Prince Cleomenes came up with his two vassals Brasidas and Gylippus in tow.
“Pericles. Just the man I want to talk to!”
“Hey Cleomenes, how are you doing? You guys want to join us; there is plenty of room at the table?”
“Sure, but only just for a while.” The three of them sat down with their lunch trays and Cleomenes’ vassals started eating while he continued talking. “I’m throwing a symposia this Friday night and I wanted to invite all of you to come.”
“Hahaha! No way in hell we’d take our women to your drunken orgy, but I’m pretty sure us two men would be more than happy to drop by and toss a few glasses of wine back with you guys!”
Deinomache chimed in too “Hey, I’d come as well if I didn’t have to fend off drunken idiots trying to get into my pants behind Pericles’s back. It would be better if we did a dinner date some time instead. That way I wouldn’t have to kill anybody…” the last thing she said under her breath.
“Then it’s settled. The symposia will start Friday evening around dinner time. There will be plenty of food, so don’t worry about eating beforehand, and of course there will be plenty of drinks too! See you guys there! Alright, I’ve got to go around and invite a bunch more people, so pardon me.”
With that Cleomenes got up with his untouched tray of food to go and invite the next guests to his party. Brasidas and Gylippus, on the other hand, had somehow managed to completely clear their trays, almost as if they had inhaled their food.
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That Friday night, Alcibiades and I made our way to Prince Cleomenes of Sparta’s house in the international Kolonaki district, where most of the foreign ambassadors lived, dressed up in our ceremonial finest. Though we were both friends with Cleomenes, attending this Symposia could technically be considered a state banquet or reception, considering who all the attendees were. As such, I raided father’s wine cellar in the basement of the mansion and brought along a couple bottles of last year’s vintage as a token of appreciation.
The mansion itself was a massive, two story, stuccoed stone affair with a clay tile roof, occupying an entire city block including its extensive gardens and stone walls enclosing the estate. The ostentatious, grandiose mansion couldn’t be construed as anything other than a display of Spartan wealth, power, and an assertion of social status.
Passing the guard at the gate and walking to the main entrance, the sound of music wafting through the air in the background could be heard along with the cacophony of party revelers already in attendance. Ushered in by the butler standing on the ornate Porche at the front door we were let into the Megaron, a large, rectangular hall with a towering, two-story, open-air atrium, supported by four Doric columns. Two large stone vases by the columns served as cisterns for rain water coming off the roof, but that was the only ‘Spartan’ aspect about the room.
The room was ornately decorated with murals painted on the walls and a large mosaic pattern in the center of the tile floor. About the center of the room a large feast was laid out on several tables with all manner of roast meat, fruits, and vegetables displayed on silver serving trays, along with a plethora of deserts and various beverages, many alcoholic, with the ubiquitous amphorae of wine. In a shear display of Spartan wealth, there were stacks of painted and glazed ceramic plates, decorative silver tableware and silver wine goblets. The guests stood around the room talking in small groups, or lounged together on couches which were arranged along the walls.
Looking around the banquet room, I soon spotted Prince Cleomenes looking dapper in his festive attire, laced with decorative gold embroidery, and his two body guards Brasidas and Gylippus, decked out in ceremonial battle armor, perusing the room for any potential threats.
“Come on Alcibiades, let’s go greet the host and pay our respects.” With that the two of us headed over there to give our greetings. After saying hello to our host, Alcibiades joked around with Cleomenes’ guards before excusing himself to go socialize with other party guests.
Meanwhile, I presented the gifts I’d brought as a token of appreciation to Cleomenes “Thanks for inviting us. I brought a couple bottles of Alcmaeonidae wine, aged from last year, as a token of our appreciation. I’d say you could open the wine now, but you would probably enjoy it more if you waited until most of this rabble is gone!”
“Thanks Pericles, your family are some of the best winemakers and brewers to be sure.” Gesturing to a nearby house maid “Please take these bottles and put them in my room Miss, thanks.” Cleomenes then handed off my gift to one of his servants.
Just then the beautiful and voluptuous Princess Helen came up and grabbed my arm, wedging it between her large boobs and gave me a warm greeting “You came!”
Looking down into the captivating gaze of the blue eyed, fair skinned Helen with thigh-length golden hair styled in big curls and bangs hanging over on the right side of her face with curly chest-length tips at the bottom, looking elegant, refined and dignified in her elaborate golden trimmed white party dress, the personification of ideal human beauty. “Good to see you too Helen, you are as perky and beautiful as ever! How does your brother keep all these Horn Dogs off you at these drinking parties?”
“Why would I need my brother to do that when I’ve got this short sword here?” as she tugs on the handle for emphasis.
“Cleomenes, I really do appreciate the invitation, especially since I get to have the company of your gorgeous sister.”
With a smirk Cleomenes responded back “The better to keep my eye on you lest you become a tyrant and overthrow the government of Athens. If that ever were to happen, I as a good Spartan would have to put you to the sword.”
“About that Cleomenes, first what makes you think you could even beat me in a sword fight?”
Helen interjects with a laugh “He’s right, even I can beat you in a sword fight, brother!”
“Secondly, you need to worry more about my rival Cimon Philaidae, who is more likely to try to overthrow the government than me. Besides you know I prefer to get what I want through logical arguments, influence and persuasion…”
He laughs “Say, what’s the story with that cute little sister of yours that showed up out of nowhere this year as a Freshman? Everybody has been talking about her. She seems to be becoming the idol of the Freshman class. Where have you been hiding her all this time?
“Tell you what, let me take your little sister as my wife, and you can have my sister as yours. What do you think?” Cleomenes suggested.
“Honestly, I think that sort of thing should be a mutual decision between the participants rather than an arranged engagement. My little sister is a wild bundle of energy that causes all kinds of chaos, and she is a total Bro-Con. I’m eternally having to fend her off. Do you even think you could handle her?” I queried.
Helen then quipped in “I’d be all over you too if I had a Big Brother like you” with a devilish smile on her face.
After smiling at Helen, I warned Cleomenes “Though my little sister has grown up on our country estate, she is definitely enamored of the big city lifestyle here in Athens. You’ll really have to sell it to get her to move to a country town like Sparta. But as for me, I think it would be a great idea politically and economically. With 350,000 residents in Athens and the surrounding Attica region we have to import about half of the grain needed for food. Politically the union would only create greater stability and potentially another food source.”
“Earlier you mentioned tyranny. If we go down that route, I’d like to see Sparta increase its wealth and prosperity by implementing agricultural reform. Currently Sparta is hamstrung by a large Helot population of slaves used to work the land and thus are required to be strictly controlled. If Sparta converted them to Serfs, not only would the fear of a slave rebellion go away, the ruling class that owns the land could charge them half of the harvest as rent, and the farmers would work harder in their own interests, resulting in greater gains. Implementing that along with a crop rotation program would increase overall yield tremendously, making everyone wealthier. Whatever excess was produced could easily be absorbed by exporting it to Athens which has a bottomless demand.”
Cleomenes asserting interest, commented “We should pursue this further. I suggest we start out with my meeting her and getting to know her. But for now, you should enjoy the party. Helen why don’t you play Hostess for him?”
“Sure, Pericles would you like to see my room?” she coyly said as she pulled my arm even tighter into her ample breasts.
“Ahh… It’s a little early for that yet. Why don’t we grab a couple cups of wine and take a walk out in the garden to talk about things. There is a beautiful moon out tonight.” I suggested.
“Sounds Great, let’s partake of some the food laid out in the feast as well.” Helen enthusiastically replied.
The tables the food was displayed on were a perfect example of ostentatious feasting with the purpose of demonstrating wealth and hospitality. Incorporated were elaborate table settings, fancy silver tableware showcasing Spartan wealth and status, and a wide variety of rich foods, including meat, fish, fowl, vegetables, fruits, and numerous types of deserts.
Grabbing a large plate, I eyed the various platters of roasted meats, eventually settling on the marinated and roasted leg of lamb that had been cooked in a sauce made from a mixture of crushed dates, red wine, olive oil, honey and fish sauce. Placing four of them on my plate I then added a pile of large honey glazed prawns along with several each of green and black salt cured olives.
“Helen, is there anything in particular you want to eat?”
“Anything is fine except for the very garlicy garlic cheese.”
“Hahaha, that certainly would put a damper on any possible romantic endeavors. There is cheese cake infused with clear honey and a savory version without the honey made by using a salted feta cheese. Which would you prefer?”
“Why don’t you get one of each and we’ll share them?”
“Alright, while I get this, get a couple of silver forks, a couple of cloth napkins, and two silver wine goblets, and I’ll grab an amphorae of wine.”
With that we headed out into the moonlit gardens in the back of the mansion and settled together on a stone bench where we could sit and enjoy the food and wine together. The two of us made short work of the leg of lamb, and for some reason we started feeding each other the honey glazed prawns followed by forks full of the two different cheese cakes. After finishing off the plate of food, the two of us relaxed, sipping our goblets of wine.
“Hey Helen, are you really considering getting married to me? I mean, I don’t have a problem with it. I’ve always thought that you were beautiful, ingenuous, and charming, and I love the fact that you dress up and take care of your appearance like a girly girl, but I know that you are just trying to hide the fact that deep down you are really a tomboy. To me, that’s just awesome; I get to enjoy your great beauty and I also don’t have to worry whether you can keep up with me in any adventure we find ourselves in! It’s like you are the perfect woman.”
“Pericles, I’ve had a crush on you since I first met you in Freshman year when you were hanging out with my brother. It was immediately obvious that you weren’t some spoiled, winey little nobble brat throwing his status around. I could also tell you were a real man that cared about the world and the people around him, and weren’t some selfish, immature little boy. Of course I want to be your wife.” She pragmatically stated, obviously having given this deep consideration.
“I truly do think that you are a beautiful, amazing girl, and if you became my wife, you definitely would be of help in dealing with politicians, heads of state, and in business negotiations, but there are some things you need to know and agree to. First off, there are already a couple women in my life that are my Mistresses.”
“Really? I’d be more than happy to eliminate that problem for you” she said with emphasis as she partially unsheathing her short sword before snapping it back into its sheath.
Laughing and putting my hands up I said “No, no, each one of those women serve a purpose in my life, and I honestly wouldn’t be able to take care of everything without their help. So, instead of competing with them, you would be collaborating with them, helping each other out and watching each other’s backs. I plan on having those two women managing our country and city estates, which they are both good at. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to deal with that would you? In fact, I would like to see you and the Mistress here become good friends, seeing as both of you would be my lovers sleeping in the same bed as me.”
“I don’t know if I’m thrilled with the idea of sharing you with another woman” she said with a little pout.
“The one who will actually have it rough would be me, since it not only would be my responsibility to provide all the daily needs for living, but I’ll also need to meet each one of my women’s physical and emotional needs. Your biggest challenge will be not succumbing to jealousy. Just keep in mind that I intend to love and cherish each one of you equally because I want us all to find success, joy and happiness together.
“That being said, I think we should date and regularly spend time together so that we get to know each other and deepen our emotional bonds. For starters, I think we should eat together for lunch at the Academy, and I’ll walk you home after school Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays so that we can study together and go on a date on the weekend. Additionally, if you decide to go ahead with this relationship, I think that we should start treating each other like husband and wife from this point forward. If anybody tries to harass you, extort you, blackmail you, or in any way abuse you, I want to know. As your husband, I will always be understanding and on your side, even if you are wrong. Nobody messes with my women and gets away without getting thrown a beating!
“Lastly, I need your help. I need to find a work wife who is a noble woman that is also part of a merchant family to become my Mistress and work with me during the day in the family business. Most importantly, she needs to be somebody that I not only trust, but gets along well with you, my legal wife, and my other Mistresses. Can you help me, my wife to be?”
A little ruffled, Helen snarked “Sheesh, and here I thought it would be smooth sailing with you. Aren’t you just the hot mess! Frankly, why don’t you just hire somebody for these different roles?” thoughtfully asking.
“Good question. Who do you trust more, some woman that is only there during work hours, that may or may not be married to another man, and who could potentially be looking for some angle to take advantage of you, or a lover that is always by your side and only has your best interests at heart?”
“Point taken. I will say, whatever you do, trust but verify.”
“Exactly, isn’t my wife the smartest woman that I could have to advise me and have my back? Enough of the serious stuff. As far as I’m concerned, this is our unofficial wedding night. It’s time for me to get intimate with my newlywed bride and consummate this relationship.” With that, I pulled Helen into my arms and started unreservedly kissing her. Without any reservation either, she wrapped her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me back, our tongues soon swirling together in each other’s mouths.
After several minutes of making out, I moved a hand that had been holding her in my embrace around to her chest to rest it on one of her large breasts. After confirming she wasn’t going to push me away, I moved my other hand to rest it on her thigh while starting to massage her breast through her dress. Helen began to clutch me tightly while starting to moan.
Moving to the next level, my hand that had been stroking her thigh moved under her dress, pushing it aside, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. Helen’s breathing became heavier and deeper while her panties quickly got wet.
Breaking our kiss, I suggested “Helen, I think it’s time for you to show me your room.”
Turned on and breathing heavy, Helen quickly agreed “Haha, okay…”
“Grab the wine cups and I’ll bring the amphorae of wine. It’s probably a good idea if we sneak in through the back of the house.” I suggested, not knowing how much her brother Cleo would let me get away with.
Helen quickly corrected my misinterpretation “Don’t worry about it, my brother is probably already passed out drunk by now. Besides, he is perfectly fine with us becoming lovers. I think he really wants you to become his brother-in-law.”
Relieved I replied with a smile “Well, that makes things easy.”
Regardless, we still snuck into the mansion through the back porch. Though we couldn’t see the central courtyard at the front of the house, we could hear the musicians still playing. From one of the side rooms, the sounds of a couple of the revelers going at it hot and heavy emanated, giving the two of us a good laugh.
Helen took me by the hand up a back stairway to the second floor, where she led me to her bedroom at the back of the house. Inside was your archetypical teenage girl’s room of stuffed animals, throw pillows, a table with a vanity mirror, makeup tray and jewelry box that you would completely expect, along with a stand in the corner of the room displaying her battle armor, and a Kopis sword and shield mounted on the wall behind it.
“Helen, I really like your room. You’re just the girl for me!” I told her, eliciting a shy, embarrassed blush from her as she wiggled back and forth.
Putting the wine cups and amphorae of wine down on her desk, I led her over to the bed and sat her down with us facing each other before our make out session continued.
After a couple of minutes kissing each other, I reached down and pulled her party dress off over her head, and tossed it in a heap on the floor before pulling my own shirt off and tossing it next to it. My hands immediately reached out seeking her beautifully shaped, large, bare breasts, which accentuated her well-toned body, shaped from years and years of weapons training.
Starting with massaging her large soft melons, I worked my hands inwards to gently tease her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Working my way down from kissing her lips, I kissed my way down her neck, past her collar bone, and then lower on her chest to take one of her now hard nipples in my mouth. Her moans began to deepen in tone as I alternately licked and sucked both her breasts, enjoying watching her toss her head back and forth in pleasure.
Knowing that she was ready to proceed further, I slid my hand down her well-toned stomach to her completely damp precious spot and, pushing her panties aside, started to manipulate her clit, only increasing her squirming. Next, I Proceeded to slide my finger down her slit and start rubbing her hole trying to find my way in. She became more and more turned on as I began a pattern of rubbing her clit alternating with probing her hole on a five count for each. Once my finger finally entered her and I began to finger fuck her, her moans grew even louder culminating in a strong orgasm in which she moaned “Aah, Ahn Aaahh!” arching her back in pleasure and tossing her head back while she trembled.
Now was the time. Yanking her panties off, and dragging my own pants down and off, I lined my cock up with her vagina and slowly pushed it inside her, taking her virginity.
Moaning “Uhn, Uhn, Ahhhh…” she almost came as I reached her depths, wrapping her arms and legs around me to keep me from moving. “It’s my first time, Honey, please be gentle.” Helen requested.
Reassuringly I replied “Don’t worry, Helen, I’ll go slow until you start to get used to it.” And with that I started to slowly move in and out of her, a little trickle of blood and vaginal juices leaking out of her. With this being her first time, I tried to keep things simple, alternating between kissing her and sucking the firm nipples on her breasts while I thrust my cock into her from on top of her.
After five to six minutes of gradually picking up speed as I thrust inside, her stimulation peaked in a solid internal orgasm, moaning “Aahn, Aaahn! AAAAHHH!!” her legs and arms gripping me tightly as she shuddered in pleasure.
Continuing to thrust inside her until her orgasm finished, I praised “Good job, Dear, cum on my cock! Now it’s time to fuck you in a few other positions until I’m ready to fill your womb with my baby batter.” Reaching down with my arms I grabbed her left knee up to rest her leg on my right shoulder, effectively pulling her up on her side, while I thrust my cock even deeper into her pussy.
With a shocked look on her face, Helen gasped “Oh, Oh, Baby it’s too deep! Uhn, Uhn, Ahh, Ahhh” as her eyes started to lose focus, her tongue began to stick out of her mouth and she began to drool.
After a few minutes of this, and not wanting her to pass out, I pushed her left leg over back onto the mattress in the doggy style position, pulling her hips up towards mine as I continued to fuck her from behind. She was able to come down a little bit in this position, but I could feel my penis banging against her cervix, trying to open up a path into her womb. Ten minutes more of this, with Helen clearly in a state of bliss, I could feel my balls getting tight and the urge to release building in my loins.
Warning her, I suggested “Helen, I’m going to cum. Try and cum together with me! Ahh, Ahn, Ahhhh, I’m Cumming!” Spurt, Spurt, at which point I pumped a huge load into her, filling up her uterus.
Feeling her insides fill up with my seed, Helen came alongside me, moaning “Yes! AHN, AAH! AAAHHHHH!” her vagina clenching hard on my cock, trying to milk every last drop out of my balls as she dropped her head down on the mattress, her body shaking in a powerful orgasm of her own.
With the tension leaving my body as I finished my orgasm, I fell down over Helen, wrapping her up in my arms. Though she still hadn’t returned to rationality I said to her, “Helen, Dear, did you enjoy that? You are now a woman, my woman, and as far as I’m concerned, my wife. I don’t ever want to let you go.” I passionately stammered while wrapping her up in my arms in affection.
With her smiling back at me affectionately we shared a deep kiss, with me pulling her close. She soon fell asleep snuggled in my arms, with me closing my eyes with a self-satisfied grin on my face as I quickly joined her in the land of dreams.
The next morning, I awoke before the dawn, with Helen’s naked body lying asleep nestled in my arms. Brushing the hair aside covering her face, I gazed at her beautiful visage and briefly watched her sleep before lightly brushing my fingertips across her cheek, down her arm, and across her soft thigh. Her eyes began to flutter open in a semi-state of wakefulness, looking back into mine. Leaning forward, I gave her a tender kiss, and asked “Did you sleep well, Darling?”
Ripping off a yawn and stretching her arms and back out, she finished by leaning in to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pushing her boobs into my chest before asking “Well, enough, I guess. You weren’t planning on leaving me just yet, were you?” a lascivious smile on her face meshing with the naughty look in her eyes.
With a little chuckle, I replied “Not until after I’ve made love to you again.” I wrapped my arms around her to hold her close while I started passionately kissing her, our tongues swirling together.
One hand quickly made it down to her soft yet firm butt cheek which was promptly squeezed and massaged. The other made it to the ample, supple breast on top of my chest, which also quickly got attention. Helen lost no time either, and single mindedly went straight for my cock, which she began stroking in an attempt to bring it to life.
Feeling a little roughed up, I warned “Darling, gentle down there. If you are too rough and forceful, it will wilt instead of bloom. Just use your fingertips until it gets hard, or better yet, use your tongue and your mouth. It might be a good time to teach you about oral sex.” I suggested.
Looking into my eyes and then down at my cock, and once again back in my eyes, Helen said “Well, I’ll try. You’ll have to tell me what to do.” With an irresolute, perplexed look of indecision on her face.
With a little smile, I explained “Okay, it’s pretty easy, and I’m sure you’ll catch on quickly. It’s best to start by kissing and licking the head. Then move on to licking the shaft, and you can even lick the balls too. Then, as it starts to get firm, start taking it into your mouth and lick and suck on it there, making sure not to touch it with your teeth, while moving it in and out like your mouth was a pussy. The goal is to get it hard and take it all the way into your throat to poke the back of it, which will also stimulate you and can even make you cum. You can also lightly stroke the shaft while you are doing all this, and gently massage the balls for extra stimulation. Your goal is to tease and tantalize, not beat it into submission.”
I relaxed, and watched Helen go to work on my cock, giving little encouragements here and there, with her quickly getting the hang of it. Confident that she could take it from here, I told her “While you’re do that, straddle my upper body and position your pussy over my face so I can pleasure you too. We’ll do something called 69’ing where we give each other oral sex.”
A little confused and embarrassed at first, Helen moved into position with my help guiding her and I started to lick her, while she practiced sucking my cock. Going to work on her pussy, I started by kissing her clit and her labia, before using my hands to massage her pussy lips up and down before gently pulling them open. Having switched to licking, I did little swirls around her clit, indirectly stimulating it, and ran my tongue down her now open slit, to also lightly tongue her hole enjoying the sweat taste of the juices that started to leak out. Helen was doing a good job with my cock which I was enjoying, but she was also beginning to squirm a little from my ministrations.
Wanting to enjoy our early morning oral sex, I was taking my time stimulating Helen’s pussy with my tongue. Her vaginal hole had begun to open up from the probing of my tongue and she was making little mewling sounds, even with my dick in her mouth, from my kissing, licking and sucking her clit.
After several minutes of this, with my dick having firmed up nicely, it was time to make her cum and get her ready for intercourse. I wet one of my index fingers with my saliva and stuck it into her vagina beginning to finger fuck her while focusing completely on her clit with my mouth, lightly sucking on it while flicking it with my tongue. The effect on Helen was almost immediate with her beginning to moan louder and get more aggressive on my cock, stroking it harder.
The stimulation pushed her over the edge, and Helen stopped sucking my cock altogether, laying her head down on my pelvis next to my groin, moaning “Unh, Unh, Aah, Aah, Aaaaahhhh!” having a clitoral orgasm and squirting a little love juice from her vaginal hole.
Continuing to give her pussy attention through her orgasm, I stopped when she finished, giving her clit one final kiss before saying “Okay Helen, it’s time for us to start fucking! Scoot down to straddle my hips, facing that way, insert my cock in your pussy, and then start moving up and down on it. You can hang onto my knees to help balance yourself.”
With me holding on to her hips to help guide her, Helen inserted my cock all the way up inside her and started to bounce up and down on my cock. After a minute or so, and Helen had gotten the hang of the sexual position, I advised her “If you lean farther forward in this position called The Tigress it will bang on the sensitive spot on the back wall of your vagina. Adjust your upper body up and down until you find the angle that feels best.”
After a little trial and error, Helen found the right angle, and understandingly acknowledged “I see what you mean, I can feel your cock hitting the back wall of my pussy, and it feels best from this angle.”
Giving Helen several minutes to enjoy the sensations of fucking in that position, I guided her towards the next “Alright, now that you know what that feels like, let’s try a variation of this so that you can see what that feels like. Get off your knees into a squat with you riding my dick this way and then start leaning back towards me as you continue to slide me in and out of you. Leaning back will then cause my cock to hit the front wall of your pussy where there is a different sensitive spot. You’ll once again have to figure out the angle that feels best.”
Getting up into a squat and leaning back supporting herself on my chest, Helen got into the Reverse Cowgirl position and after trying it exclaimed “Ooh, Ooh, this position feels even better than the last with it hitting the front wall of my vagina. I really like this!”
Reaching around to the front of Helen I started massaging her breasts and nipples, agreeing “I really like this position too. With you closer to me, I can now play with your boobs!” completely availing myself with her firm, yet soft fun bags.
Helen laughed “Haha! Silly Boy! Unh, Aah, Aah, Unh.” Clearly enjoying all the stimulation.
It only took a couple minutes, with me stimulating the erogenous zones on her chest and my cock banging on her sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy, to push Helen into another orgasm as she loudly moaned “UNH, UNH, AAH, AAH I’m cumming! UUUNNNNHH!” After which her upper body crumpled back on me.
Giving her a little bit of time to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm and catch her breath, I then told her “Alright Helen, it’s my turn to cum. Let’s roll on our sides to our left and I’ll fuck you that way until I dump a load in your pussy.”
After rolling to our sides, I got up on my left elbow with my hand cupping her lower boob. With my right arm I hooked her right leg under the knee and pulled it upward, allowing me easier access to fuck her pussy and thrust deeper inside. With my free right hand, I cupped her right boob and brought my mouth to it in order to suck and lick the nipple.
It didn’t take much thrusting to bring Helen back to the brink of orgasm “Ooh, Ooh, Oh Gods, Pericles, you’re going to make me cum again! Unh, Aah!”
Paying her moaning and whimpering no mind, I continued to mercilessly thrust deep inside her, working my way into my own orgasm. Being close, with the urge to cum building in me, I warned Helen “I’m about to cum, cum together with me Helen! Aah, Aahn, Unh, AAH! AAH! AAAHHHNN!” Spurt, Spurt, Spurt. With a final deep thrust, I shot my load into Helen’s womb, who was in bliss as well.
She once again came alongside me with the feeling of her uterus filling up with my cum, moaning “Unh, Aahn, AAHN, AAAAHHHN!” trembling in pleasure as the walls of her vagina squeezed my cock hard in orgasm.
As the waves of our orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock out and lowering her leg, I climbed up and put my hand on her cheek to turn her face towards me to passionately give her a deep kiss. Lingering on her lips for a while, I then got up on my knees and brought my cock up next to her face, telling her “Helen, it is the woman’s responsibility to clean up her man’s cock after sex. Use your mouth and lick it clean.”
Helen dutifully took my cock into her mouth and cleaned our love juices off, before getting out of bed and wiping herself down with the washcloth by the wash basin.
Meanwhile, I got myself dressed and told her I thought it would be a good idea if I quietly left before the household and the revelers woke up and started stirring. Wishing her a good day, I gave her a long Goodbye kiss and told her I’d see her Monday at the Academy before slipping out her door.
Walking down the stairs, through the open-air atrium, and out the front door, I walked past many passed out partyers and semi-naked couples haphazardly crashed out on the floor and couches before making my way home.