D J Owen - [Erotic Greeks 06]

by Calli

  Looking at his confused expression the priest laughed, “This floor hurts my knees but you, you’re trained to ignore discomfort so come to me my gladiator” and rolled onto his back. Kalus unsure of what to do stood there, glistening cock out in the open. Impatient Algeus motioned to him and started massaging his own slightly smaller and thicker cock making it stand up proudly. “Crouch over me so I can continue what I was doing” the priest said softly and Kalus moved to comply with the request. Placing his knees on either side of the priest’s head he faced towards his feet and was instantly confronted with the priests cock. He reached out his hand to touch it, wondering if it would be different to Balicus hard member. Then he felt his cock being swallowed once again and he fell forward slightly with a moan, Algeus hard cock hitting him in the check and burning him with its heat.

  He felt hands on his hips pulling him down and he started to move, using the mouth beneath him as he had heard men used woman. Fucking that mouth he felt a pleasure he hadn’t known before and watched as Algeus opened his legs and thrust, trying desperately to feel Kalus own mouth. He felt coldness on his cock and a whispered desperate “please” before it returned to the warm wet pleasurable mouth below him. Bending forward slightly he grabbed the hard shaft before him and opening his mouth clamped his lips around it like he had earlier that morning. Immediately a muffled groan came from below him and Kalus groaned himself in response as the mouth underneath him sped up.

  In a pleasurable frenzy now both men thrust desperate to feel that ultimate delight. Lips slid over hard shafts and tongues lapped at flesh inside their mouths. Kalus became one pulsing centre of pleasure as his cock started to dance and suddenly he was erupting. Hot sticky wads of his fluid filled the mouth of the priest underneath him and he almost fainted when he felt his still erupting cock being swallowed to the base of him again. Then he was out and that last of his fluid emptied over the priest’s face which was greeted with a deep satisfied moan of appreciation.

  Once spent Kalus bent himself to his own task eagerly, even greedily, taking the unspent and unsatisfied cock in front of him into his mouth again. He couldn’t take as much of it into his mouth as he had experienced but he went at it with enthusiasm and everything he had

  learnt that morning. While he worked he marvelled at the smooth hard flesh in his mouth and the heat it produced and wondered if the priest had similar feelings about his own spent cock. Soon he began to hear small whimpers from the man underneath him and the priests moving hips and vibrating cock soon told him he would soon be spent. Ignoring the discomfort in his neck and knees he started to move his mouth even faster and with a grunt he felt sticky cum hit the back of his throat and he swallowed reflexively. It tasted different to Balicus, somehow sweeter and he eagerly drank down every drop before slumping to one side and laying there spent.

  Jason and the Muses The erotic Greeks Book 5

  “Gods” Jason muttered to himself and walking over to his wash bowl ran a wet hand over his face. It was still the middle of the night and as odours not particularly wholesome reached his nose he pulled off his robe and washed himself before going back to his bed. Lying in bed with a single sheet covering his nakedness he lay with his hands behind his head, eyes closed and spoke into the darkness. “Three muses. I only wanted one and now I must choose. How am I supposed to choose from three such as those?”

  “Well let me make that easy for you” a musical voice interrupted his reverie and opening his eyes he stared into the face of Thalia, the youngest and most ample of the three. She was floating just above him, face to face, toe to toe and she was close enough he could smell the cloves on her breath. Her hair hung down like golden rain and fell on his bar arm like a promise. “Do you not think I am pretty poet?” she asked and Jason nodded quickly “very beautiful my lady”. She ran her hands over her stomach and upwards, squeezing her ample breasts as she passed “and do you not want my body poet?” Jason swallowed, suddenly dry mouthed “any man would lady”.

  She clicked her fingers and her robe disappeared. Jason suddenly found himself looking at the naked muse as she floated there above him, her large breasts unencumbered by a robe now able to swing down and settle just above his lips achingly out of reach. Jason felt stirrings and his cock sprung up, fully engorged from the show in front of him and poking into the sheet that covered him. Thalia giggled, “It looks like you do want my body. I wonder poet if I gave you my body would that sway you to choose me?” She suddenly lowered and grabbing the sheet she gave an almighty tug and sent if flying. Looking down she saw Jason’s stiff cock standing proudly “I am not displeased poet. Tell me do you know how to use that?”

  She lowered herself until they were touching. Lying on top of him, her full large breasts on his chest and his cock flattened against his stomach she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him desperately. Jason found himself kissing her back and brought his hands up to hold her body close. Sliding his hands up her back he felt her warm flesh squirm on top of him and she broke the kiss to nibble at his neck and ear. Whispering “make me yours poet” she continued nibbling and kissing his neck, jaw and mouth as he ran his hands over her. Running his hands down he grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand and squeezed making Thalia squeal in delight.

  “Yes” she moaned as he continued to caress her and turning he pushed her onto her back. Leaning down he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her welcoming mouth whilst his hand grabbed her breast, thumb playing with her nipple which soon stood proud and high. He felt warmth on his cock and looked down to see her small hand grabbing him and as it started to move he felt ripples of pleasure run up and down his body. Looking back he saw her nipple standing proud and encircled it with his lips, running his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned and emboldened he let his hand run over her stomach and down, into that golden forest of hair and then slick wetness met his fingers.

  Her hand moved faster and he moved himself out of reach teasing her. Running his hand over her wet warmth he delved downwards and finding her opening slipped a finger within her. Thalia moved her hips slightly, a sign she wanted more and he obliged pushing first one and then two fingers deep within her. He felt a hand on his head and leaving her breasts he turned to her and saw indecision. Then she pushed downwards and he understood, kissing his

  way down, tasting her flesh as he went until he got to her dripping cunt and flicking blond hair away with one hand he tasted the muses strangely spicy taste.

  Crouching beside her he sent his tongue swirling through, lapping at her as quickly as possible whilst his two fingers built up a rhythm pushing in and out. Wet lips clenched at him as he worked, sighs and groans erupting from behind him spurred him on and he hooked his fingers, rubbing every inner part of her that he could get to. Inner muscles contracted and clenched around his fingers and he heard whispered pleas before she screamed out her pleasure. Pushing his head away he looked up and saw her chest, red as rubies and her face sheen with sweat. Keeping his fingers within her he moved his face up and kissed her, sharing that special taste that she had and he felt her grind her hips against his fingers as she pulled him close.

  Pulling his fingers out of her he was met with a disappointed guttural growl and eager now she pulled him between her legs. Grabbing him with one hand Thalia began to manipulate his warm smooth cock whilst with her other hand she held up her one of her large full breasts for his mouth to feast upon. Balancing on his arms he complied and tasted her warm flesh before sucking one hard nipple into his mouth. He felt himself harden and then she was pulling him into her, feelings of warmth and wetness surrounded his sensitive organ and then his body took over and his hips started to move, pushing himself into her as deeply as he could go.

  With legs wide Thalia accepted him and used one hand to keep his mouth on her tit whilst the other raked his back urging him in his movements. Small urgent grunts came from her mouth with every thrust of his hips and she released his head to enable both hands to grab
his ass and use it to urge his cock deeper into her. Burrowing his head into her neck he grabbed her breasts with his hands, eager to feel handfuls of flesh whilst he fucked her as hard as he could. He heard her moans increase in noise and it tipped Jason over his own edge into pleasure. With a sob he fucked her in frenzy for a few more seconds and then with a deep groan of pleasure he felt himself release into her, pumping his seed deep inside. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deeply inside her whilst he did this and he felt drained. Finally he stopped and he pulled out of her and collapsed, rolling to one side.

  They lie there together, sweat cooling on their bodies and Jason’s cock limp and wet on his thigh. Thalia turned and threw an arm over him and he felt her nibbling his shoulder, then he felt her hand on his chin and she turned it towards her for a kiss. He turned onto his side and placing a hand on her cheek he kissed her long and tenderly. When they broke apart Thalia looked at him with those green eyes and stroked his chest with her hand. “Are you done so soon my poet?” she asked in an innocent voice, betraying that voice with her hand that stroked ever downwards and then cupped his cock gently stroking it.

  Turning onto her back she kept hold on him with one hand and the other she used to run down her own body. “Can my body not stir you to greatness?” she asked as her fingers dipped downwards and invaded her blond thatch, slipping between lips still wet with their combined juices. Lewdly she slipped her hand between those lips and then spread her fingers allowing him to see every part of her. Slipping a finger inside herself she sighed contentedly. “Mount me again my poet” she moaned as both hands moved and to his surprise he felt himself stiffen again. Moving between her legs he let her guide him and with glee he slipped into her soaking slippery channel. Grabbing a leg with each hand he rested them against his shoulders and then pushed in deep, easily sliding into her.

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