D J Owen - [Erotic Greeks 05]

by Jason

  A snarl overcame calliope then, “Those bitches. They said they had just been here to talk. Right, we shall see who you choose when it is a level playing field”. With a wave of her hand calliope dismissed her clothes and stood there naked in front of him. She had neither the ample charms of Thalia or the lithe taut body of Clio but her breasts were full and promised much whilst between her legs was a downy forest of hair that called to him. “I have had two children but my body is still firm and I believe I am still desirable. Do you not agree poet?” Jason who was struggling out of his robe said “assuredly sweet muse” and then pulling off his robe he threw it onto the floor and held out his arms to her.

  They entwined on the bed, calliope with her leg thrown over his, her arms around him as he ran his hand up and down her shapely leg. “You don’t mind me touching you then?” he said quietly wanting to make sure after last night’s exertions. “I have neither the problems with touch that Clio has or the sweet inexperience of Thalia. You may do with me what you will poet. Of course that means I get to do with you what I will as well” she replied with a smirk. She followed this statement up with a full throated chuckle that promised much.

  Their lips touched and she opened her mouth to him, letting him explore her with his tongue. Taking the opportunity she sucked wetly at him, using her lips on his tongue in a way that sent thrills up his back. He grabbed a handful of buttock and was rewarded with a wet squeal of delight and as he squeezed the warm flesh that filled his hand he returned her kiss. rolling her onto her back his lips left her mouth and worked his way down her jaw line to her neck whilst his hand which had until now been filled with one warm buttock now stroked its way upwards and cupped one ripe breast. A sigh reached his ears and he squeezed it gently, his thumb running over a rapidly hardening nipple.

  Jason felt a hand on his head pushing downwards slightly and he went with it, running his lips over neck and chest. Reaching her ripe breasts he lifted one in his hand and planted small kisses over its entirety before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking on it wetly. When it was hard and tight between his lips he transferred his mouth to its twin, enjoying the feeling of flesh underneath his lips. Scent reached his nose and he smiled, knowing how desperately she must want to be touched. Leaving her breasts he kissed her stomach, twirling his tongue in circles over the muscles that played there and then went lower still planting small kisses in a trail downwards until he reached the wiry hairs that surrounded her cunt.

  Jason placed a hand there and separated her lips, moisture glistening off the hair and was just about to feast when Calliope pulled him back up. “I have a better idea poet” she said breathlessly, pushing him onto his back. Jason readied himself for her to envelope him in her

  wetness but was surprised when she instead walked up to his head. He looked at her quizzically and then understood as she turned and knelt over his head. Jason found himself presented with her wetness, its heat bathing his face. “Let’s see who’s got the better control shall we poet?” He heard the words and then warmth as she took his member into her mouth.

  Jason was unprepared and so the first exquisite feelings he felt shook him. Then he too went to work with his mouth, peeling her lips apart like a ripe peach he ran his tongue up and down her channel, feeling her juices on his tongue. Gently keeping her open to him with his fingers he concentrated on her trying desperately to ignore the feelings she was producing in him. For her part Calliope was not going to be left behind. Placing his cock in her mouth she used one hand to balance and the other to cup his balls as she bobbed her head in tune to his tongue strokes. It was a perfect circle of pleasure for the both of them. The more she took him into her mouth and gently manipulated his balls the more he stroked her with his tongue.

  Jason felt himself loosing this little contest and was determined not to. Running a finger up calliope’s wet cunt and pushing it into her he heard a grunt as she continued to work her mouth up and down his cock. Pushing back she was seemingly desperate to feel him inside her and obliging he added a second and then third finger to her and with his other hand he grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her backwards hard. His mouth was suddenly full of her taste as his face was covered by her wetness, his fingers moved in a blur in and out and he felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers trying to slow him down but failing miserably.

  Calliope was not to be outdone though and groaning around a mouthful of his meat she let go of his balls and gently slipped a finger inside his asshole. Instantly he pushed upwards with his hips pushing his cock into her mouth. Opening her throat she took him deeply within her mouth, feeling the head of him butt up against the back of her throat. Her saliva ran out of her mouth and dribbled down his shaft as it thrust in and out of her mouth. Keeping her finger where it was she was eager to not allow him to escape. He moaned into her cunt and he responded with his tongue sending it moving over her hard nub without mercy.

  Calliope felt herself go, her muscles rippling with pleasure she clamped down on his fingers tightly. He pulled them out and grabbing hold of her ass with his sticky and wet fingers, pulled her down hard clamping his lips onto her as spicy wetness filled his mouth. As she shook and moaned Calliope felt the cock in her mouth begin to flex and milked it with her lips sliding it as deep into her mouth as she could she swallowed him whole. She felt the man underneath her spasm and then hot sticky fluid was jetting into her mouth and flowing down her throat. Swallowing eagerly she let not one drop escape.

  Eventually Calliope moved, falling to one side and letting Jason get his breath back. Lying on her side she leant over and licked his lips, tasting herself on them. Fingernails scratched his chest gently, playfully, as she cleaned him with her tongue. When she was finished she stretched gracefully and lay next to him, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “So was I good poet?” she asked into the quiet. “Hmm very good” Jason said drowsily. Calliope heard that drowsiness in his voice and reached down to cup his recently drained balls. “Oh no you don’t poet. You may have emptied these into my mouth, but I still have two other places you can empty them before tonight is done”.

  “Mercy lady, you have drained me beyond all endurance as did your sister’s the past two nights”. “Well maybe I need to give you some inspiration then. That is what we do after all”. Calliope moved to the bottom of the bed, and knelt on all fours facing away from Jason. “Watch poet” she said as she spread her legs slightly and let two fingers move between her legs, touching herself in a remarkably lewd manner. “I want you poet” she said in a gentle voice and then

  moaned as she moved her fingers inside of herself. “I want you inside me”. Pushing her fingers in and out slowly so Jason could see her wetness glistening on them “I want you to fill me with your cock, your hard throbbing huge cock. Make me yours poet”.

  Jason felt himself stir and he looked down in amazement. His cock rose achingly and without a second thought he got to his knees and pulled her hand away from herself. Grabbing his cock in one hand he aimed and pushed, filling her cunt with his manliness to the hilt. Calliope pushed back “hmm that’s t poet. Fuck me on my knees like an animal”. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and started moving, pulling her back hard onto him whilst he thrust forward. With each thrust their skin smacked together, with each smack the woman he was impaling moaned and Jason grunted. Minutes passed as he took her like the animal she wanted to be.

  Calliope went down onto her elbows raising her cunt higher and Jason took full advantage to impale her further. He felt fingers on his balls and looking down he saw that she had stuck an arm between her legs and was playing with him. “I bet Clio would love to lick those balls of yours while you pummelled your cock in and out of me poet. All my juices dripping down off your cock onto her tongue” she said in a purr. Jason swallowed and continued his task desperately trying not to think of Clio’s mouth. “Of course” she continued, “I bet Thalia would love to have her cunt licked right about now. I know it tastes really nice when she gets all w
et and sticky. I can just imagine licking it right now, being used on one end by you and the other by her”. “God’s please” Jason said, feeling himself get more and more sensitive. “You want me to be quiet poet? You don’t want to hear about how me and my muse sisters, all nine of us, take turns pleasuring each other? Placing tongues and fingers inside each other? Well make me be quiet”

  Jason thought and then gripped her buttocks pulling them apart as he moved inside her. “What are you going to do? I do hope it’s something bad” Calliope said and then she took a sharp intake of breath as he pushed a finger inside her asshole. It was tight and her ass gripped his finger but the effect was immediate. Calliope started groaning and pushing back harder and harder as Jason plied his cock and finger into her. He could feel his cock through the thin walls of her ass and this more than what she was saying earlier caused him to lose it. He sped up and then with a deep groan emptied himself into her. Calliope for her part gripped his cock tight with her cunt and moved slightly eager to keep him inside her for as long as possible.

  Jason fell back onto the bed breathing rapidly as he fought to get his heart beat back to normal. Sweat cooled on his body and for a moment his vision swam. When he came back to himself he saw Calliope sat cross legged at the bottom of the bed. She got onto all fours and started stalking up the bed eyes on his. “Please lady, no more” Jason begged. Sighing calliope stopped her movement and then said “fine poet. You can rest but I don’t want to go back yet, so I will just lay here with you”. Moving she lay next to him on her side and reaching round she pulled his arm to cover her, placing his hand on her stomach. “See” she said, “totally fine”.

  Gradually Jason got his breath back and felt the muse lying next to his body’s warmth. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered “It was a lovely evening lady. Thank you” into her ear and she wriggled her ass onto his crotch. Inwardly Jason groaned as she moved her hips slowly and gently, manipulating his cock with her buttocks. “lady please” he said as she reached around behind her and grabbing a buttock pulled it apart slightly and then letting it go trapping Jason’s cock in between the warm flesh. “Don’t tell me a muse cannot inspire you to greatness poet” calliope said in a whisper “because I know it’s not true”.

  Calliope started moving her hips just ever so slightly, rolling the skin of Jason’s cock with her buttocks. Slowly Jason felt himself become harder until he found himself painfully rigid.

  “Now tell me you don’t want to finish our night invading my most secret and forbidden area” she purred twisting her neck so she could be kissed. Her hand disappeared into the tangle that was her buttocks and his forest of hair and Jason felt himself gripped and manoeuvred. He leaned forward to kiss her neck and as he did he felt her push back and slowly felt himself enter her once more.

  He gasped as tightness ringed his cock and as she started to move the realisation of what they were doing hit him. “I’ve never “he stammered before she shut him up. “Well then, think of me fondly when you choose between us” she said as her buttocks ground into his crotch mercilessly. “In fact think of me whenever you have a woman underneath you begging for your cock. Think of me being there watching you touching myself as you fuck the poor woman senseless” she continued as she impaled herself onto him time and time again. Opening her legs slightly Jason watched as she started to touch herself “Fuck me poet. Fuck my asshole like it was my mouth, my cunt. Fuck me” she whispered as her fingers moved in circular motions between her legs.

  Jason let his hand slide down her flank as she ground herself against him until it found her hip and there it stayed. Unsure of how to proceed he started to move his hips in time with hers, gently as he fucked her willing ass hole. Breath came fast out of her mouth and she bent forward slightly her hands gripping the sheet as she moaned her pleasure. Flesh hit flesh and he felt her respond urgently with hips and ass until she suddenly shook, her pleasure overcoming her like a tidal wave as Jason continued to push himself into her asshole.

  Jason stopped to let her get her breath back and she cried out “keep fucking me poet” and her hand kept moving. Pushing herself backwards with one almighty effort they twisted and Jason found himself partially underneath her, ass nestled against his crotch, cock inside that ass hole as deeply as he could imagine being, her legs spread wide. He threw his other hand around her to steady her as she started moving grabbing a breast with his hand and squeezing. Together they rocked backwards and forwards, Jason working his cock in and out of her asshole, calliope rubbing her wet cunt and moaning. Time seemed to stand still and then Jason felt himself twitch. “Yes” screamed calliope as he poured his thick cream inside her for a third time and then he collapsed.

  They disentangled themselves from each other, Jason laying on the ruffled sheet fighting for breath and wishing his aching bruised cock would stop throbbing and calliope smiling contentedly like a cat lying next to him. Stretching she rolled over throwing an arm over him and placing little kisses over his chest. “Well poet I should leave you to think over what you are going to do. After all only one of us can be your muse” she said before getting off the bed. She walked away from the bed, thick cream leaking from her recently used asshole as she bent over deliberately. Waving her hand she robed herself again and turning blew a kiss to the dishevelled poet before disappearing. Jason, his senses full of the muse fell asleep much to the delight of his overused body.

  The next morning saw him waking, not to banging but to three muses staring at him. Chestnut, blond hair and black, all three stared at him as he regretfully swam into consciousness. “Well poet” black haired Clio said “you have an understanding of us now, so which one will it be?” “Tell them it’s me” squealed the blond haired Thalia “No, tell them you choose

  experience” purred the chestnut haired Calliope. Jason looked at all three “ladies, beautiful muses, I cannot choose any of you” shocked silence met this declaration and Jason saw anger alight first on Clio’s face before it touched the other two. Quickly he continued “I cannot choose one of you over the other two. I would not be the poet you wanted if I could cause a rift between

  sisters so easily and without regret and since I am but a mortal man and could not satisfy all three of you I must decline your offers and hope you can understand and forgive me my

  transgression”. Jason lay there watching the three muses like a mouse watches a cat, hopeful that if he just stayed still long enough they would go away.

  “Worthless mortal” shouted Clio angrily before turning and walking away into nothingness. “Nicely done” remarked calliope with a smile playing about her lips before she too turned and walked away. Jason watched the blond muse as she stood there chewing her cheek in adorable indecision before pouting and disappearing. Jason laid back, a breath of relief escaping his lips.

  It seemed but moments before the door to his room swung open and Vesilis stuck his head round the opening. “Coming to school today Jason?” he asked. “Yeah” Jason replied, “And I have a poem to present. It’s an ode to clean living and staying away from the fairer sex!”

  Andrea and Morpheus The Erotic Greeks book 3

  The only sound she could hear was her own panted breath and the thwack of leather on skin so she was surprised when Morpheus leaned over her. “I think it’s time I enjoyed myself don’t you?” His hand slipped lower over her stomach and into the wetness that was her centre and rubbed up and down slowly. Andrea shuddered with pleasure; it was too much for her. She wanted to be used, to have that release. “Enjoy me as you wish” she said. He smiled then and started to undress.

  Andrea couldn’t see much. She had seen naked men before, no one who lived in a village such as hers could get away with that and she had seen more in the mirrors but she had never really been in close proximity to one. She had heard tales of what you do with men but had no chance to try it out herself. Now she was totally at the mercy of a naked man who could do anything he wanted to her and she was unsure of how to proceed. Wha
t if she wasn’t any good? Or did something wrong. She opened her mouth to explain but she was stopped by Morpheus mouth descending on hers. Their lips touched, gently, and then she felt a hand grab her hair and pull her head closer to his. The kiss intensified and she felt his hand gab her right breast squeezing painfully until she whimpered into his mouth.

  Her mouth was released and she took a deep breath. Her view was obscured by chest as he bent over her, his mouth covering her neck and chest with little kisses and nibbles. Something hard nudged her in the cheek and moving her head slightly she saw Morpheus hard cock for the first time. It was warm against her skin and moving her head slightly produced a silken warm feeling against her soft cheek. She felt hands circling her breasts, squeezing them, trying to fit as much flesh as they could into them. Her nipples hardened and a wet tongue circled one, teeth grazed and then bit down gently. Pain blossomed in her chest and then spreading warmth that she had come to know as pleasure. Teeth pulled and let go, then fingers grabbed her nipples and pulled them softly. She could feel the slickness of saliva on her nipple turn cold which produced another frisson of pleasure.

  Fingernails scratched down her body towards her rapidly moistening pussy. Morpheus moved off and she could suddenly see what he was doing. He walked around her, letting his fingernails play against her stomach and upper thighs. Stopping at her side he bent down and using one hand he grabbed her breast and took as much of it into his mouth as he could, sucking hard. His other hand he slipped down between her legs, his palm against her mound he slipped two fingers into her sopping hole and started to move them rapidly pushing them in as deep as he could.